1 comments/ 2728 views/ 0 favorites The End and The Beginning Ch. 01 By: ArjayEiff After more than a decade the final moments of waiting were tortuous. I padded around the hotel room looking for imperfections to correct, for some item to straighten, or fold to reset that the last half hour of obsessing had missed, but there was nothing. I checked the mirror, wondering once again if I had pitched things right: trunks for control; jeans to be relaxed and casual; a short sleeved, fitted shirt, not to be too casual; barefoot, because we had joked for years that the only requirement of hotel was to have clean carpets. I took one last look in the bathroom, numbering off my preparations. There was nothing to do but wait. I forced myself to sit at the desk in the room and flipped up the lid of my laptop. The first knock on the door was faint, I wondered if I had in fact heard it, then firm and bold. I tried to squeeze down the butterflies and settled my breathing as I walked to the door and opened it. There was a moment when we just looked. Faces familiar from photographs at last made flesh. I took two steps back, opened the door fully and tilted my head slightly. She returned my shy smile and walked in. So relaxed and casual had been the wrong call. She was in boots, partly covered by a black calf length skirt, a crisp white blouse topped by a bolero shrug. Formal and classical. She parked her pull along case beside the wardrobe and hesitated. A thread of fear ran through my gut, if I hesitated too the moment may be lost. I walked behind her and placed my hands gently on her waist, applying a subtle pressure to turn her around. She responded, dropping her shoulder slightly to come round into my arms. Instinctively our lips met in a kiss, and then another as she straightened, and another as we settled into a more comfortable embrace. The first kisses were soft, the first drops from the dam that had for so long contained our passion. The ardour increased, our mouths battling. I tightened my hold on her, pulling at the small of her back so that she could feel the hardness in my jeans. Her tongue slid across my lips, and then quested inside my mouth. I met it with my own. We tangled for some moments more, slowing into the relaxed trading of tongues. I pulled away and opened my eyes, hers were still closed. "Take off your clothes." My voice emerged as a hoarse whisper. She opened her eyes and nodded. I moved back a few feet and watched as she slipped out of the shrug and threw it over the back of a chair. She unbuttoned the cuffs and half the front of her blouse, and then seemed to change her mind. She leaned against the cupboard and tugged off her boots, leaving them where they fell. I caught my first glimpse of her cleavage. Perhaps she hadn't changed her mind after all. She finished removing her blouse, revealing a lacy white bra. Her eyes held mine, as if daring me to fixate on her breasts. Her hands went behind her back to unclip her skirt. She stepped forward out of the puddle it made on the floor. In matching, pretty underwear she looked at me expectantly. My fingers fumbled slightly on my buttons, and then my shirt followed the shrug and blouse onto the chair. I stepped out of my jeans and trunks in one go and kicked them to one side. My erection waved with the movement and then stilled. She wriggled out of the knickers first, not losing eye contact, and then shuffled her shoulders out of the bra, and unclasped it. We stood in front of each other naked at last. We both stepped forwards, away from the clothes, and stopped a foot apart. My hands seemed to reach up of their own accord, and caressed the broad nipples of her breasts. She closed her eyes then, relinquishing her control over my gaze, and giving me permission to admire her at last. I ran my fingers over her, cupping, weighing, enjoying the pliant firmness. I stepped a little closer and took a deep breath at her neck, drawing in her perfume, spicy and flowery. My cock left a snail trail across her belly. I would need to be careful. I lowered myself in front of her, exhaling as I worked my way slowly down her body. I placed a kiss on the small triangle of neatly trimmed trimmed pubic hair, and then took another deep breath in. The pungent musk of her readiness was rising. I was ready to explode. Her skin, her smell, her presence after all the years of waiting was enough. I think she knew. Her hands were on my shoulders, and she pulled me up. Then her mouth was on my left nipple. She left her own snail trail of saliva down my stomach, a breast hung for a moment on my shaft, and I thought I would come right then. She kept going until she was kneeling in front of me, my aching cock in front of her face. She looked up and said "It's OK" and then gently took the tip in her mouth. For years all we had were words, and now, after one laconic utterance each, she was wrapping her lips around my glans and with gentle flicks tasting impatient drops as they emerged. Her palms pressed the sides of my thighs, fingers wrapping around my buttocks. Slowly, she pulled me into her mouth, her tongue swirling round my shaft until I could feel the back of her throat, and the slight spasm as she gagged on the length. With a little pressure on my hips she pushed me out again. Then she began to sway back and forth, pulling me to her as she drew in, pushing me away as she withdrew, wholly in control of the rhythm. The supposedly submissive act of a blow job, wholly on her terms. Her tongue was scribing patterns of wet fire, and her fingertips were digging into my flesh as I clenched, and sucked in deep breaths trying to control the inevitable, my effort escaping in ragged gasps. As the agony of holding began to overwhelm the ecstasy of her mouth she pulled back, and around the inferno of my cock said "yes" She locked her lips in place, speared her nails into my ass and peppered me with flicks of her tongue. I let go. The pent up desire of half a lifetime flooded her mouth, escaping at the edges. She held me perfectly still, and behind my spasms I could feel the motion of her throat as she swallowed, and I let out a last exhausted yawp of release. She took her time, careful not to touch the eye of my penis, I wondered briefly which of her lovers had taught her that, and then pushed the thought away. Today was about sharing everything we had learned, not questioning where the knowledge came from. As I regained my breath she worked me, easing out all the cream, and then sensing my tip was past the point of painful sensitivity she cleaned me thoroughly. When she had finished she stayed on her knees for a few moments more, examining my manhood, lifting it out of the way to cradle and play with my scrotum, tugging and stretching the wrinkled skin. The End and The Beginning Ch. 02 I pulled her up, the smell of her own arousal was filling the room. I pulled her into an embrace, feeling her breasts push against me, feeling my wet member squash against her stomach. We kissed, and I could taste the residue of my seed and my flesh on her. We turned and I lowered her gently into the armchair, perched close to the edge of the seat. She looked on curiously, unsure of what I intended. I eased her shoulders back until she was slouched in the chair, and then lifted one of her legs onto the arm. She smiled in understanding and lifted the other. I drank in the sight of her vagina. Pink darkening into red, purpling at the lips. There was already a sheen of wetness. At this angle the sphincter of her anus peeked out from the shadows. Both would have to wait. I leaned forward and kissed her again, my softened dick rubbing her as our lips locked and tongues tangled. She pressed her impatience on me with the bucking of her hips, but I was not to be rushed. I explored her mouth, her even teeth, all the sensory detail of her tongue, before turning my head and filling my lungs once again at the scent fountain at her neck. I nuzzled at her ears, and she giggled. Ticklish there, I filed the information and at last allowed myself to taste her tits. Her nipples were studs against broad and dark fields of areolae. I nibbled with my lips, flicked with my tongue, suckled like a hungry child, and allowed my fingertips to roam, registering how she moved as I my hands traced paisley patterns from her throat to the soft fuzz of her pubic hair. My thumb drifted down and I felt her shiver as it brushed over the top of her clitoris. I drew little circles around it, faster and faster, and then brought both thumbs to bear, not touching it, but pressing from either side. At last I moved down, relinquishing her breasts and leaving a straight line of spit down her body. I prised her lower lips apart with my thumbs and savoured the heavy, heady aroma of her. I kissed her button once, twice, three times, and marked out all the outline of her sex with my tongue, before pushing it into her. A tremor ran through her as I began to tongue fuck her, then switched to licking the length of her slit, then lapping her clitoris, then back again. I put in first one, then a second finger, leaving my tongue to roam the outside. With my other hand I ran a fingernail around her other hole, feeling it flex with her increasingly insistent thrusts against the fingers inside her. Saliva and her own juices where running down my chin, lubricating my fingers. I turned them upwards drawing the fingertips around the roof of her pussy, drinking her as my fingers grew stickier. My cock was standing to attention again, eager to re-enter the fray. Her thighs were squeezing my head, trying to dictate a rhythm while I switched from long strokes to short, from wiggling my fingers to deep and gentle penetration. I raised my head, she looked down at me, "I want you inside me." I came to my knees and shuffled forward, I placed the head of my cock against the now wide open and dripping hole. Everything that had passed before was foreplay, deniable as sex. We looked at one another savouring the moment. Her fingers twisted into my own sticky fingers. She raised her arms up, and out, and pulled me into her. The heat was intense, almost scalding. I buried myself in her, leaning for the most possible leverage, and then grinding my pelvic bone to hers. We kissed, holding the moment for as long as possible before our bodies demanded movement: the flex and sway of her hips to the push and pull of mine. Smalls sounds escaped us with every breath. I tried to keep to long, slow strokes, but my body was overwhelmed with the sensation of being inside her. We scrabbled at each other, rapid, fervent, urgent. Her legs came off the arms of the chair and wrapped around me. The kiss disintegrated into a fight for air. With a groan she clamped me, holding me still. Her teeth sank into my shoulder as my own orgasm met the rising tide of hers and we tried to squeeze our two bodies into one ecstatic, exhausted entity. Post coital langour warred with the excitement of finally being together. Collapsed in an uncomfortable heap in the chair we lazily pulled at each others lips, roamed with our hands over the available surface of skin. My knees were beginning to feel the strain, so I sat back at last, and enjoyed the sight of her spreadeagled on the chair. Our juices glistened at the edge of her quim, she reached down and inserted a finger, and turned it around several times before raising it to her mouth and sucking it clean. She did it again and held up the finger in invitation. I stood up and swallowed her finger, licking down to the webbing, and then in circles on her palm. She sat forward and took my balls in her hands, rolling them gently. A pearl of come dripped from my cock, and she kissed it away, and then cleaned my manhood meticulously, with brisk cat like strokes. The End and The Beginning Ch. 03 The Ritual I pulled her to her feet and then led her by the hand to the bathroom. The aroma of bath oils replaced the smell of our coupling. I tested the bath water with my elbow, it had been near to boiling when I had filled it, a lifetime ago, and was still pleasantly warm. I gave the hot tap another blast on full, to make sure it would stay hot and helped her into water while it was still running. She sat with her feet pulled up as the bath continued to fill from the other end, and then as the water brimmed the overflow, she turned the tap off. She looked at me curiously, unsure if I was going to join her, but I reached into the bath and eased her down until she was lying full length. From beside the sink I picked up a folded cloth, and kneeling by the tub I raised her head and blindfolded her with it. She accepted without any qualms. Gently I began to wash her, pouring water over her floating breasts, wiping the sheen of sweat from her nose with my thumbs, running my fingers all over her. She relaxed deeper into the water, it edged her chin. I should have been talking, explaining the evolving parts of this ancient ritual, but our wordless communion was too perfect a moment to disturb. Her breathing was levelling out as if falling into a doze, so I moved on to the next stage, slowly re-engaging her senses. I started with sound, I trickled water from my hands beside her face, and made waves lap over her body, watching the rise and fall of her breasts in the swell. Then smell, I crushed a handful of rose petals in one palm and lifted them to her nose, then scattered them into the bath water. Picking up on the process she breathed deeply from the little bottles of essential oils I waved under her nose, bergamot and orange. Then taste. She parted her lips as I gave her a small piece of chocolate. She held it in her mouth, allowing it to melt, and then swallowed. I imagined following it down her throat, between her tits and into the pale flatness of her belly. I took a strawberry quarter in my mouth, and leaned over. Our lips brushed as she took it from me. I repeated this with a grape, and this time she stole a quick swipe of her tongue into my mouth as the ball of fruit passed between us. She was smiling as I climbed slowly into the tub, allowing the overflow to drain the rising water. By now I was rock hard, I had one surprise left before we moved on to touch. I opened a small pot of honey, and poured a few lines of it over the tip of my cock, and then leaned against the wall behind her and let her smell the sweetness by waving it below her nose. Her tongue reached out for the source, and she gave a little murmur of delight, taking me in her mouth and licking all the honey off me. It was tempting to stay there and enjoy the impromptu blowjob, but this moment was about her. I sank down onto my knees, kneeling before her like a servant, and began to touch her. As she was blindfolded I had no compunction about examining her freely, bringing to life the curves that I had imagined for so long. Her breasts were more than a double handful, still firm, with her nipples just cresting the water. I ran my hands lightly all over them, and then dribbled some of the honey on them. Licking it off proved difficult as it ran down to the waterline, and she giggled as I chased the warm strands. My cock brushed and poked her as I bobbed up and down, and water splashed over the floor. I gave up the game and drew out her arms, kissing her palms and fingertips. I stroked the sides of her ribs, and then eased my hands under her to squeeze and pull at her butt, before raising it onto my knees, bringing her pussy back into view. Her lips were swollen and parted, a little bath water dribbled out. I put the base of a palm to her, fingers pointed up to her belly button and began to knead, and then slipped my thumb inside her, hooked upwards. She groaned and settled her feet and shoulders more comfortably in the tub, and began to push back, demanding a faster rhythm. Her slightly raised posture allowed me to run two fingers along her crack, and then I probed and pushed my middle finger one knuckle deep into her ass. Her pushing stopped for a moment with a little gasp, and then a smile spread across her face. She resumed her rhythm, a little more slowly now. I let my finger rest where it was, until I felt her relax around it, then as she upped the pace again I pushed up to the second knuckle. This time she did not pause, and to the same beat I circled with my palm, flexed my thumb in her pussy and gently fucked her ass with my finger. She lifted a foot to my chest, the bucking in the water growing faster and faster, and braced herself against me for more leverage. The other foot followed, trapping my hand between her legs. I took my finger from her ass and pulled her left foot to my mouth, sucking on her big toe. My finger went back in, more easily this time, and I increased the length of the stroke to almost the whole finger. Water splashed chaotically, and she seemed to be growling with pleasure. Then suddenly she pulled her foot from my mouth, and with both feet pushed hard on my chest. My hands came away and she arched in the water, and then splashed down again with a gasping moan, drawing up her legs and pressing them tightly together. Little spasms rocked through her. The blindfold had come off, but her eyes were still closed, and she was flushed bright red. Her orgasm subsided slowly. She looked at me with half lidded eyes, then put her feet on my thighs, and spread her knees wide and began to masturbate. In time with her own strokes she took my member between her feet and stroked up and down the shaft, the leverage from her butt pushing her pussy against her left hand, her right hand was running along her body, which was now only part submerged. I couldn't decide where to look, her breasts were still heaving breathlessly, her right hand roamed teasingly, her left hand gave glimpses of her cunt, and her pretty feet were wanking me energetically. I put my hands on her knees, and looked into her eyes. I came first, a spurt leaping from my cock, and then dripping over her feet as I broke the silence with an "Oh Yes". She didn't stop the foot job, but kept going until she too came, less violently this time, but at the moment of crisis squeezing me almost painfully between her heels, before settling tiredly into the remaining water. I pulled her forwards, and then stood, and slipped behind her, so we were both facing towards the taps. She ran the water again, letting the cool and half empty bath refill. We lay back, her head resting on my shoulder, my arms loosely clasped around her. The End and The Beginning Ch. 04 The Gift It may have been the physical exhaustion of sex, the emotional exhaustion from finally being together or just the lulling warmth of the bath, but we both fell into a light doze. It can't have lasted long because the water was still warm when I woke. She murmured something sleepily that I could not catch, and pulled my arms tighter around her. I used my chin to push some of her hair back, and kissed her neck. Feeling mischievous I pushed her hair further over and gave her a love bite on the back of her neck, where ordinarily it would be hidden. She stirred and came awake, twisting a little to share a kiss, her tongue darting out. She twisted further until she was facing me, still kissing, and then seemed to change her mind and span back round again. She was very still for a few seconds, and then came to a decision. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I'm ready." She was blushing, a bloom of red rising from her neck and over her cheeks. She was still looking at me. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. All the fucking and foreplay paled against what she was offering. She leaned forward and away from me, putting her hands on either side of the taps and let her tits hang down to the water. The twin globes of her butt were presented to me, and her brown eye stared at me expectantly. I licked my lips, afraid I'd make a mess of this. I'd done anal before, but it was a low light of my sexual career, and a brief one at that. Here in a bathtub, in a hotel room, the woman I had yearned for for so long, and who had wanted me as badly was offering her anal cherry. I pulled my legs out from beneath her and got on my knees again. Gooseflesh was spoiling the perfect smoothness of her bum. I ran my hands over it, firm and muscled, running down in clean lines over her haunches. I wanted to eat her. There were sachets of lube in my wash bag on the counter beside the tub. I reached over and fumbled one out at random. My hands were too wet to pull the sachet open, so I tore it with my teeth. I tasted strawberry. I must had picked an edible type, so I squeezed the entirety of it into my mouth. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, I ran a finger over them and then rubbed gently on her clit. She gave a little moan and pushed her knees as far apart as the tub would allow, widening her gash. I slipped two fingers in, and then put my face to her ass and spat a little of the lube onto her other hole. Braced with one hand on the side of the bath I pushed my tongue past the seal of my lips, keeping most of the lube in my mouth, and worked the tip of my tongue into the little creases and folds of her sphincter. I felt the moment that she relaxed, the little muscle giving my tongue a kiss. I pushed in with my tongue, dribbling out a little more lube. The first penetration made her tighten again, and I waited until she let go, taking that as silent permission to continue. All the while my fingers were working her pussy long and slow, her juices coating them liberally. I pulled my fingers out, spat the remainder of the lube onto my erection, and then licked my fingers clean. Once my cock was nice and slippery I turned my attention back to her bum hole. My fingers were well lubed too, so I pushed one into her, not stopping til I was all the way in. It was a tight fit, and she was breathing quickly now, it took several moments for her to loosen her tight grip on my finger. I didn't want to draw this out too long so I pulled my finger out, and then went in with two together. She yelped and then laughed at her own surprise, before pushing her ass further in the air and helping me get both fingers in fully. The time was now. I got up as high as I could on my knees to give myself an angle to penetrate her, and then eased her legs backwards to lower her a little. I grabbed my cock from just behind the head, and pressed the tip into her anus. I couldn't get through, so I let go of my cock and the edge of the tub, and pulled her cheeks as far apart as I could. This time with a better angle my cock head slipped inside her. It was as tight as a vice. With the beachhead made I used my weight to push all the way in. Her tight little ass hole seemed to gobble me up in little bits and I thought I could feel her organs move to accommodate the intrusion. She gave little sobbing pants as I finally got all the way in. I was bent almost completely over her. I put my left hand to the bath's edge and took some of my weight onto it, and then reached all the way round her with my right arm, until I could touch her pussy. It took a second or two to align my fingers to her slit, and then I started to wank her off. Her hips moved and I alternated with her stroke to pull my cock an inch or two out her and then push all the way in again. As before she dictated the pace, getting faster as she grew accustomed to the invasion of her ass, and the excitement of being masturbated built up. I clenched my own buttocks and tried to take long deep breaths in, and lots of rapid short exhales to control my coming. I'd never felt anything so tight, and yet so soft. I felt buried under a mountain of hot cushions. I came quickly, ramming myself into her and holding her there as my shaft throbbed and pulsed inside her. I stayed in her, feeling my erection refuse to subside and still working her with my other hand. She balanced precariously for a moment, using her right hand to stop mine, and then hand walked slowly backwards, pushing me back and down, but keeping my half hard cock inside her. I slipped a little and my knees came up between hers, so that she was now sitting on me, facing away, and somehow we were still joined. Waves coursed back and forth in the tub. She pulled my hands forward, and put them to her pussy, inviting a two handed wanking. I curved two, and then three fingers inside her, the angle only allowing a short, two knuckle thrust, and squeezed the top of her lips and her clit between two fingers of my other hand. Water splashed as I worked fast, and in the wriggling my cock at last came out of her. She came with a little gasp, pushing my hands away, and squeezing her legs hard together, then she sank sideways into my arms and snuggled in the now lukewarm water. The End and The Beginning Ch. 05-06 We did not stay long in the cooling bath. We rinsed each other off, and then she skipped from the bathroom and returned still dripping wet with her shampoo and conditioner bottles. She sat in the tub with her head back as I washed her hair, drawing my fingers through the luxurious density of it, and dripping dollops of lather on her breasts and knees, and then watching them slide down her body. Her hair washed, we scrubbed each other more thoroughly, I'd been inside her ass and she must have soaped my cock four or five times over. I didn't mind, it promised more blowjobs later. Her bum was pretty sore, and her ass hole an angry red. Before we finished I tried to ease it with a long pour of cold water from the shower head. We took our time drying each other. It was an excuse for an extended fondle, but we resisted the urge to fall back to kissing. Hand in hand, like children we went back into the bedroom. She pushed me to the bed, and then went to the dressing table, and began to dry her hair. I watched her from behind. Her curves were luscious, and the rise and fall of her boobs as she used the hair dryer was hypnotic. I stretched out on the bed and enjoyed the show, she looked at me from the mirror and winked, and then went on. The relaxed unselfconscious nudity was almost as warm and reassuring a demonstration of her trust as the gift of her anal cherry. I had a slightly dazed grin on my face when she finished and swayed back to the bed. I stood up and stripped the covers and blankets, and then taking her hands positioned her cross legged in the centre of the mattress. Then I wrapped all the blankets around her so that she looked like a teepee with a head emerging. I joined her in the little tent, and rearranged our legs, one over, one under, until we were bound together chest to chest. My exhausted cock rested against her. We began to kiss, quietly, gently, the roaring fire of our passion now a steady blaze. It was sometime before I began rise, slowly, and almost reluctantly. I hadn't had this much sex in one day for decades, and the strain was telling on my sore member. When I was at full stretch she levered up on my shoulders and then sank down onto me. Her heat was blistering, even a little painful on my raw skin, but delightfully enveloping. We shuffled and she ground down until I had pierced her to my full length. Our faces came together, millimetres apart. I breathed in as she breathed out, she breathed in as I breathed out. We pulled each other into a tighter and tighter embrace, the stiffness of her nipples denting my chest. We grew light headed on the shared breaths, trying to keep our hips completely still, until the lack of oxygen made us sway and our lips met. Our control lapsed and we fell into furious, desperate kisses, pelvises grinding together. I wanted to squeeze her body into mine, her hands were trying to claw me apart. When I came we stopped dead. I felt a wetness spill over me that could not have been from what little spunk I had left. Her body rocked slightly, mine felt as if it was being squeezed into a smaller frame. I don't how long we sat, just holding each other. Eventually we fell asleep, and slipped down onto lying on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Our long wait was over, a new era of being able to share our constrained desire was beginning. The End (2) I woke in a tangle of limbs, momentarily unsure of where I was or with whom. The memory returned in a warm flush. We were spooned together side by side. My drained and deflated penis squashed against the delightful pliancy of her buttocks. One arm was trapped beneath her neck, and the other held beneath her own arm and resting on her breasts. Our legs were twisted like a plait. For several minutes I enjoyed the smell of her hair and the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing. Then very gently I worked my arm out from beneath her, and shuffled back a little, watching the play of shadows along her spine darkening as they filled the space between our hips. She seemed so peaceful, so contented that I did not want to disturb her rest, but I wanted to fix every element of her image into my memory. I measured and numbered the little blemishes on her skin, resisting the urge to trace them in case I woke her. I ran my palm millimetres from her body, the rise of her hip descending to her knee, he strong calf narrowing to her ankle, then back up again, to where her skin stretched down pulled by the weight of her tits, and over her hair falling dishevelled over her face and neck. Curiosity took over. very slowly I prised up her upper buttock, bring my head in close to peer at her asshole. The fleshy weight resisted my fingers, and I gripped a little more firmly, still wary of waking her. Her puckered anus was still a little red, but better than when I had showered with her. She would at least go home comfortably. I let her cheek fall and checked the time. We had an hour or so left together, before our regular lives reclaimed us. I was torn between the simple beauty of watching her sleep, and making the most of the time we had together. Desire for her won. Her feet were tucked into the blankets rucked up at the foot of the bed. I uncovered them and began kissing and licking her toes, pressing my thumbs into the soles of her feet t massage her into wakefulness. She rolled onto her back with a sleepy sigh, lazily emerging from her slumber. I worked my way up each shin, and by the time I got to her knees she was awake. One by one I raised her legs and kissed the back of her knees, squeezing her legs in a continuing massage. Her eyes were closed and there was a blissful smile on her face as I settled her ankles on my shoulders and kept up the press and slide of hands on her legs, working my way down to her pussy, brushing my hand over the pubes and her lips. A shiver and shudder ran through her legs, and she pulled them from my shoulders and spread them, knees up either side of me. The old man had dutifully come back to attention. She pulled me closer and sat up, running her fingers over my chest, and down to my thighs, looking at me intently, mirroring my own desire to fix an image into memory. She urged me up onto my knees, so my cock waved in front of her. She kissed the tip with the eyes closed intensity of kissing a lover, her fingers playing with my balls. After several moments she released the kiss and worked me with her tongue. My skin was over worked and sore and I was on fire with desire and pain, as the blood swelled and I thought I would split the veins standing out along my length. She urged me up further, to stand, and I wobbled slightly on the bed before I regained my balance. She moved beneath me and swallowed my balls from below, rolling them with her tongue. She bit gently at the sac, and separated them. Her hands were braced on the front of my thighs, she trusted herself to one hand and grabbed my dick with the other. As the bed swayed she pulled harder as if it was a handle on a train. Somehow I swelled and stretched to even greater length. She moved further back, her tongue trailing into my butt crack, and then she let go of my thighs and pulled apart my cheeks, pressing her nose to my coccyx, and rimming me with her tongue. I groaned as a bead of come crawled out of me, hanging off the end and then falling with a long tail to the sheets. She stood up behind me, trailing her tongue up my spine, and then reaching round to grab mt dick again, licking my shoulder and neck and nuzzling at my ear. I reached round behind me clutched her rear. The bed creaked as she wanked me and I squeezed her globes to the same rhythm. Unwilling to risk coming I pulled her hands away and turned round to face her. We threw ourselves into an embrace, and with her arms securely wrapped around my waist she bounced on the bed and jumped up to wrap her legs around my waist. She wriggled down and I held her by the ass. Together we worked the head of my cock into her her pussy and she tightened her muscles to grip it firmly. Suddenly she bucked, uncrossed her legs and made me overbalance and fall backwards. We dropped together and as she landed on my I rammed into her hard and deep. She gave a squeal of surprise and then bubbled with laughter. Her hands pressed to my chest, and my hands cupped over her tits we set a furious pace. My orgasm was a sudden single jerk, which she indulged for one vice like moment, and then she worked my remaining erection even harder until she also came squeezing my ribs between her knees as her back arched backwards. We were both panting with the exertion as she fell forward onto me, tongue already out and searching for my mouth as my cock flopped out of her. She showered first, alone. In an unspoken agreement we knew more touching would only make us late for the commitments that would continue to keep us apart. I watched her dress when she emerged in a reversal from our first encounter hours before. She came over the bed and kissed me once. "Soon,"was all she said. "Soon,"I agreed. She turned, but instead of leaving took my limp dick into her mouth and gave it one long stretching suck. She gave me a smile, and then left without another word. "Soon,"I promised, as the door closed.