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Her face told it all, the intense feeling my finger was giving her, the depth of pleasure she was feeling and how much she wanted me to continue. The touch of my tongue on her clitoris made her eyes roll back. I had her where I needed her to be.

The closer she came to orgasm, the more I worked to stimulate her. When she finally reached the peak of pleasure, I slowed my attack and let her settle down. Her facial expression fell. When she slowed to just the right point, I again attacked her clit with vigor and strength until she was cruising high on my hand. Her breath was short. Her muscles tensed with each stroke of my finger, and fluid again trickled from her pussy.

“No, not yet. Not till I tell you.” I stopped completely. A single finger-stroke every other second to keep her senses heightened but not enough to allow her to go over the edge. She nudged my face against her pussy, harder with each small stroke. I kept her on the edge with only enough stimulus to keep her there.

“Let me see your tits,” I said just before a gentle lick to her clit.

She hesitated. I looked at her eyes wondering if she was about to cry or explode. “No more until I see you licking and sucking your tits.”

Susan slid her hands under the straps on the dress and let them fall over her arms. The dress slid low enough for her to take one breast in her hand. Her brown nipple sprang to life when my wife’s tongue began to run circles around it. She squeezed her breast, teased the nipple, moaning through her closed lips.

I rolled my tongue over her clit gently, just once. Then I licked it twice. The three licks in a row allowed me to pause for just a second to watch her masterfully suck on her own beautiful breasts, first one nipple and then the other, switching back and forth with a precision of a clock. Viewing my wife in such an action had my dick as hard as nails. I had to find release in a few minutes, but for now, there was no better rush than what I was giving my wife.

My fingers began their magic dance once more. Her hips followed suit. I would stroke and she would grind her hips into my face. Licking and sucking on her clit made her body begin to shudder. Her back arched and there was no stopping her now. I rubbed and stroked her with every trick I had ever learned. I pulled her clit into my mouth, holding it there with my lips and licking along the bulb as fast as I could. Her breath came with great difficulty. Her chest heaved each time she inhaled. Still, she kept sucking and licking her tits. In a swell of tense muscles and shivering thighs, she let a small but audible moan escape her lips. Her guttural sound echoed through her body so that I could feel her quivering all the way down in her pussy.

“Oh shit. Harder. Harder. Damn! Deeper. Do it harder!”

I felt a river of fluids flowing out of her, spurting onto the concrete with each contraction of her orgasm. She nearly squeezed my finger off in her pussy, but I never relented, fingering her throughout what I considered the first phase of the night. As her moans subsided, I slowed my strokes and licks to a minimal level, allowing her to relax.

Lying back on the car, my wife had gentleness in her posture. She looked ever so relaxed and spent. I thought of how she looked when she arrived at the hall with that cowboy and I wondered if I really had bested him. To be sure, I knew she needed something else.

I kissed her lips, full and deep, with all the love I could muster. I ran my hand along her legs and down to the back of her knee, a place she loves to have rubbed. Kissing my way down her neck and onto her collar bone, I let my hand wander to her breast. The soft feel of those dainty nipples felt good in my fingers, so good that I let my mouth devour them.

“Now, honey. Those are a little sensitive.”

“That’s the point, I think.”

She pulled me up to her face, kissing me with her tongue pressed against my tonsils. I loved the aggressiveness of her play, but I wanted her tongue batting something else. Not able to reach her knee anymore, I moved my hand to her ass, still pressed against the car.

“Let me help you down,” I said as I unbuttoned my pants.

That damn grin of her always makes me hard, but this time her fingers had beaten her mouth to the job. She used my own lubricant to rub her hands up and down the length of the shaft. My poor bulbous head, purple from the strain, begged for some attention, but just as I had withheld some from her, she kept clear of that gland. Instead, she worked her hand up and down my shaft, with an occasional lick to the head. One stroke every couple of seconds. That timing felt familiar. She was paying me back.

It didn’t matter. I was so juiced by my own skills and what I had made her do that I had to fight not to come then. She was out of luck. Nothing she could do would stop the orgasm, even trying to deny me stimulus.

To my dismay, that wasn’t her plan. It seems she had a new trick of two for me. As I was beginning to jerk and bob, the dance I always do, I felt her left hand creep around my hip to my crack. I often dreamed of her forcing my dick deep in her mouth by leveraging herself with my hips. Her plan involved my ass, but not the way I envisioned.

As the last controllable spasm traveled down my thigh, I felt two of Susan’s fingers sliding deep in my ass. She twisted her fingers in a
come-hither
movement as she buried her face in my crotch, sinking my dick past her mouth and deep in her throat. My toes began to curl. My heart pounded so hard I thought she could hear it. The air leaving my lungs struggled to exit. As soon as my back straightened, I exploded in her mouth.

She fingered my ass in rhythm with my orgasm. Sucking and pulling on my dick, she milked me and my prostate as if she had done this for years. I moaned and grunted like a little pig until the last drop of semen rolled out of the end of my dick. I was exhausted and spent.

Never had I orgasmed like that before. I spent the largest load I’d had in twenty years. I fell against the car, landing my head on the roof with a thud.

“I love you, honey,” I said as I forced myself erect. “Want to go upstairs and go to bed?”

“Sure, but what about a warm shower first? Just you and me and some hot water.”

I thought if I had to go again tonight, I would die. What the hell? You live once.

Chapter Eight Something to What You Say

The
soft lilt in her voice echoed over the patches of grass along the edges of the pond. The more I watched the sun unfold across the distant mountains, the more I wanted her.

A little deer stood at the edge of the clearing, eating. A small sparrow sang in the sunlight a song of tomorrow. The fresh breeze, the consciousness of being alone played in the crevices of my mind. The melancholy whispers in the ripples of the pond as the wind danced across the surface made me dream of her.

I closed my eyes and there she was, a vision of radiance. Long legs. Sculpted facial features. Perky breasts that begged me to suckle them. I thought it was a dream, but dreams don’t call to their lovers with passionate kisses. Her lips swept across mine in delightful anguish. The more she explored my lips, the more I wanted. When I was engulfed in her spell, I knew I would go on forever with her.

We walked in the pond soaking our ankles in the cool blue. She held my hand tightly as we ambled upon a lamb feeding in the tall grasses. “How cute,” she said as she stroked his wool.

I kissed her again, deeper and stronger than I thought possible. Her coal-black eyes stared at me as I leaned away. As the lamb walked off, we followed.

The hillside glistened as the morning dew melted away. The grass under our bodies felt like a carpet of green. So enticing was the velvet slope that we just lay under the rising sun and watched as the birds drifted on the wind. A cloud would pass by and she would say it looked like some animal she adored. The only thing I ever saw in them was her imagination peering through the mist.

I reached over and kissed her cheek, a soft kiss spawning a lingering blush as I trailed back. The sweet smell of honeysuckle drifted by on the breeze. She turned to kiss my neck, then my shoulders. I smoothed the tangles in her hair as she kissed her way to my nipples, taut with anticipation. I closed my eyes, hoping she never stopped.

Her long nails flittered over my stomach and under my waistband, greedily digging in my pants before wrestling to straighten out my manhood now tangled in my shorts from the sudden rise. Her gentle touch was all I needed to make me turgid and uncomfortable. I loved the way she stretched it against my belly. My own hands had wandered to her chest, playing in her mountains before fumbling my way into her hairy garden.

Her hair was so soft it felt like the velvety down on a chick’s back, but much longer. I twirled my finger around several times, swirling her hair in a twisted fashion before moving on to her robustly covered lips. I never felt as much hair around a woman’s gape as she had. She always had hair, nothing like what I always dreamed she would have.

I found myself slipping my finger into her abode, freshly dampened by my touch. She, of course, had long since begun to stroke my dick with the elegance of a golden touch and smooth pressure. Teasing me with slow strokes to the tip of my penis followed by rapid descents to my balls brought me delightful agony.

I mimicked her strokes, plunging my two fingers deep into her pussy before slowly drawing them over her clitoris. I dallied, on this occasion, on her hood piercing, drawing sighs from her. With each stroke she pulled in a full lung of air, so quiet and dainty, I thought she might have stopped breathing all together. But the rush of air as she exhaled blew a hot breath across my face.

As quickly as we started, she stopped. Walking along the hillside, we crossed a fence and stood on the edge of a field, dark and musky, with the smell of freshly plowed dirt drifting through the air. I couldn’t help but notice my love was naked, her hips stained bronze by the sun. The glorious view of her buttocks standing against a swollen sun was breathtaking. I felt alive and vibrant. This beauty was mine, and the world could now see it.

We sat on a bench just past the well. I poured a cooling dipper of water over her breasts just to watch her nipples harden again. The river of water flowed over her belly and became lost in her forest. It was too inviting to ignore. I bent down to lap the droplets from her locks. My tongue lapped at her crevice trying to dry away the water, but the more I lapped, the wetter she became. She shivered as I flicked my tongue along the edges of her lips, cleansing them to a light glimmer.

The little graveyard just south of our cottage seemed so dismal in the noontime sun. No shadows. No gentle breeze. Just an oppressive heat. I lay on the spot I had chosen as my own final resting place next to my wife’s grave. I opened my eyes. Staring at the bright light in the sky, my eyes focused on the pendulous breasts as she straddled my chest and allowed her pussy to consume my dick. The slow slide down took what seemed like hours to reach bottom on my groin. She watched my face for some reaction to her motions, I presume. I tried to hide my pleasure, but she took all the struggle out of me and I began to murmur, then moan, feeling the orgasm flow over me. She had me. In that instance, I felt her come, and with her orgasm came a flood of tears, curses and spasms. Exhausted, we collapsed together, under the bright light.

“I waited for you,” she said.

“It is much better when we come together.”

She agreed. With the last bit of earthly energy, we floated into the light, gone from this world and to a place where love lasts forever.

The Woman’s World

Chapter
Nine
Zombie Center

In my youth, we played games until the sun set behind the trees at the park. As a teen, I loved the summer warmth that allowed us to bask in the sunlight in our bikinis and have boys stare at our bare midriffs. I loved the beach and the frolicking around in the water. There was even a goodly hint of mischief under the pier after sunset.

I must admit to spending so much time staring at girls that it became obvious to that one special girl, Tina. She was a bronzed beauty with average tits but the most beautiful butt you have ever seen. She caught me staring at it on several occasions before she confronted me in the shade of the pier.

“That’s not very polite. My butt is getting hot from those piercing stares.” She moved under the shade and sat next to me.

“I wasn’t staring. I was watching the boys roughhouse in the waves.”

Looking toward the water, she had me. There were no boys or men, just some kids with plastic shovels and buckets. I had to confess. She took it well, like last summer when I told her that I hated my Mom’s attitude toward our neighbor, Jenny. She smiled and agreed she had a great butt and liked to look. To my surprise, she also said she liked the look of my breasts.

“They look so soft and inviting. Can I touch one?”

The thought of her wanting to touch me started my heart beating. I could hardly untie my top from around my neck with my hands trembling as they were. With my nipples hard as stones, I felt every single gust of wind blowing across my chest.