Chapter 9
Now I had been all warmed up and ready to go, I decided that I ought to French with Lorna.
While her fingers continued to pump up and down on my hot dick, I leaned forward and let my hot tongue go to work once more.
Never had my blazing red tongue known the number of varied sensations as it did that day. It seemed that the longer that I let it work, the better that everything felt.
Now I was slipping that hot juicy tongue of mine inside her mouth, and as I began to connect with her tongue, we really made music. Just the kind of sheet music I love.
Back and forth those tongues were colliding, and as they did so, she continued pumping up and down on that long stem of mine. Let me tell you something. The way her fingers were pumping on the old meat, I knew that it was just a matter of time before I'd have to sink that anxious pecker of mine inside her mound.
The longer that I allowed my tongue to dart against hers, the better that I felt about everything. Now there were no problems left in my life. Just as long as I could ball with Lorna, everything was going to be okay.
It's amazing how a woman can help a man's ego by getting through to his cock and balls. In the final analysis, that's really what counts, that's where the action is, down there between the legs.
So she kept on frantically pumping, and all the while my tongue was doing the light fantastic inside her blazing mouth.
Finally I turned my tongue loose of her mouth and was all set to get the old pecker working.
"Okay, you can take the fingers off my prick," I said. "I'm going to shove it in your snatch, and shove it hard."
"Oh, I'm ready for it."
"Just get set, baby. That thing is going to explode inside that mound of yours. I'm going to really plunge it. You're not going to see the end of it until it's buried so deep into that gash of yours that you're not going to be able to believe it."
"You're going to give me that good a fuck."
"The old pecker juice is going to be spurting."
"Boy, you really do have confidence in yourself."
"I've got confidence in what I've got down there between my legs. I'm a stick man, baby, and just because these punk girls in high school don't seem to realize it, that's not my problem. It's theirs."
"That's right. It certainly is. And it's my husband's problem that he can't keep me satisfied."
"If he can't keep you satisfied, then he's in real bad shape, because you're so gorgeous. Damned, the way you're built. I still can't get over those creamy legs of yours. I love those thighs."
Now I was reaching out and pinching them once more, and as I did so, she let out a girlish little chuckle.
"I like all this attention you're giving me," she said, "but I wish you'd start plunging that prick in there. I want to feel it in me, I want to feel that nice, warm manhood shoving high and deep in me. I like that pole Of yours, I really love pumping on it."
"I got that feeling."
"Oh yes, it's absolutely beautiful. Just let me have some more of that action. Just let me have some more of that cock. You know, I could grow attached to your cock without any trouble."
"I just bet the hell you could."
"So come on and fuck me with it, baby."
"I think that could be arranged."
Now I was parting her legs, reaching out and grabbing her by the ankles. I moved the ankles outward, spreading her legs and getting set to plunge my hot prick inside her blazing pussy.
"Shove it into my snatch," she called out loudly. "Oh, it feels so good to let myself go. I never do this in sex with my husband. He'd think I was terrible. So come on and shove it in there, baby. Plunge it in there hard."
"The harder, the better," I laughed.
"Oh yes. I can't get enough of you."
I was running my fingers up and down her thighs, as that rigid prick of mine moved toward her savory snatch.
I heaved a gasp, then plunged my pecker inside her. I was manipulating my hips around, putting everything I had into every powerful thrust. The more I put out, the faster the pace accelerated.
I knew damned well what to do to get myself hot. It was just a case of letting nature take its own course. When I had a lovely hot snatch like this to set my sights on, everything seemed to fall into place.
An instinctive process began to take shape. The longer that I plunged that pecker of mine into her warm and willing snatch, the faster I began to pump away. The act was completely seizing possession of me, and soon I was pushing that prick high and deep in her mound.
She was good and tight and I like that. A lot of chicks Lorna's age and even younger were all washed up with loose cunts, but that certainly didn't apply to her. She not only was tight, she knew just how to manipulate that body of hers.
She exercised her hips and buttocks in a beautiful fashion, rotating brilliantly as she would thrust that cunt forward, meeting the forward thrusts that I was vigorously meting out.
So back and forth I was pumping, and as I did so, I reached out and grabbed a hold of her breasts.
My fingers were circulating beautifully on her tits, and I pinched and squeezed those nipples, getting her all the hotter and more eager for the action I was providing.
"Keep plunging," she exclaimed. "And it won't hurt if you kiss me every now and then."
I decided Lorna was right. Immediately I puckered up, letting my hot red lips find hers.
Those lips met in sizzling impact, and as they remained fervently locked, I kept on plunging that hot prick of mine high and deep into her mound.
Back and forth I was driving my dick, moving it uncontrollably into her mound, letting it stab ever deeper inside her blazing vagina.
As I kept up the fucking, Lorna more than ever held up her end, rotating those hips of hers as she met my impactful movements.
"Just keep fucking. You're balling like a champ," she laughed. "Just keep it going, sweetheart. Just keep up that beautiful action. I love it, really love it. Oh, keep fucking me, baby. Oh, pump that thing into me. Oh, I want you to pump it, pump it. Oh, I Jove the way you stick that thing into me. Oh, it's like a razor. Oh, sweetheart, oh, now you're getting groovy."
"Am I getting too brutal, sweetheart?"
"Oh no, I love it. I love what you're doing. Keep on pumping that thing in me, baby, keep on driving it in that pussy of mine. Oh, drive it, drive it, baby. Pump that thing in there."
As I pumped, I began to realize I was getting a little short of breath. After all, just how much excitement can a guy take?
It isn't often when you find a perfect fit of any kind, but that day I found the fit to end all fits. My prick just happened to fit beautifully into her snatch. It was love at first sight, as far as I was concerned. My cock was the perfect match for her snatch.
"Come on and keep fucking," she said. "Keep it up, baby. Pump it in me. I can hardly wait for that hot white cum. Oh, let it spill in my mound. I know you've got a load stored up in there."
"Reach out and play with my balls," I said. "Just run those fingers over my testicles. Get the balls working, baby."
I was plunging that prick into her with everything that I had, and the longer and more intensely she worked her fingers around my balls, the hotter that I became. Now it was just a question of when I would shoot, and it looked as if that moment was not far off.
"Oh, you're getting close," she said.
"How did you ever guess?" I chuckled.
"Those balls of yours are swelling like crazy. I know they're going to spill. Oh, I'm looking forward to all that beautiful juice."
"Yeah, it's going to spill out of there."
"Come on and shoot it into me, honey. Shoot it into my cunt. I want it in my hot snatch. Come on, baby. Oh, I really want it."
"Okay, it's going to be there. It's going to be there, sweetheart."
Several hot thrusts later, I realized that I just had to turn my tongue loose just one more time inside her mouth.
I figured it might be a great idea to shoot off my prick at the very moment I was sliding my tongue against hers.
So I leaned my head forward and permitted my tongue to blister inside her mouth. As our tongues meshed, I plunged my prick forward several more times. The old pecker juice was getting ready to fly. Now it was just a question of when. It was fantastic and I kept on pushing my stick vigorously forward into her hot snatch.
Lorna's body was trembling as she anticipated the hot prick juice that would soon be spilling out of the end of my rod.
I finally released my tongue from her mouth just as I felt that I was ready to shoot.
"Get set," I exclaimed.
"Oh, I'm ready to shoot myself," she said. "Yes, honey, I can't take a fuck like this without orgasming. It's just too much for me. Oh, is it ever too much."
"Yes, it's too much for both of us."
"Oh, we're on a roller coaster."
"A screwing roller coaster."
"Yes, a wild, wonderful fucking roller coaster. Keep me on that roller coaster, baby. Keep dominating me with that cock of yours. Keep on stabbing me with that thing. Spill all those beautiful juices inside me."
"Okay, get set."
"Oh yes, I'm ready, sweetheart."
A few hot strokes later, the sea of hot white lava began to explode out of the end of my cock.
Lorna was right. My bulging testicles were a sign of what was to come, and now that the stream of white sperm was spilling into her, she had a smile of contentment on her face.
As the juice kept on spurting out of my cock, her whole body trembled. She was coming unglued at that final moment of climax at which my prick juices were spilling out of the end of my rod.
"Oh, yes, you're there," she said happily. "Oh, baby, I love the feel of that juice. That's beautiful, that wonderful white cum. You're spilling all over me. It's fantastic. Oh, can you ever fuck when you let yourself go."
"It's impossible not to let myself go when I'm around the--likes of you."
"Oh yes, I can see that. That absolutely flatters me."
"You're a beautiful woman and I like fucking you."
"Yes. We get along together beautifully." Now I withdrew that still hot cock of mine from her mound.
As I looked down at my faithful friend, my sizeable pecker, I realized just how little it had gone down. It meant just one thing, that this chick had me so steamed up that there was still plenty of juice left in my dick. Enough to where I could give her another hot fuck.
"Just look at that thing." I pointed smilingly toward my cock. "I bet you really love the size of it, don't you?"
"I sure do."
"You had it once and I'm going to give it to you again."
"That sounds good."
"I'd sure like for you to go down on me. I can't tell you how many times I've stayed awake nights thinking about the last blow job you gave me."
"Is that right?"
"Yes. It's hard for me to sleep when I think about what a thorough job you did going down on my prick. Oh, what a blow job that was. I'm sure you can easily repeat it."
"I sure can. I hope I didn't keep you up too many nights."
"Oh, I just had to reach underneath the sheets and beat the old meat until the juice spurted."
"Yes, I suppose you did." She chuckled.
"It makes you feel good, doesn't it? I mean, the thought of beating my meat while thinking about you sucking my cock."
"Of course that flatters a girl. Especially if she really cares something about the guy. But I'm only sorry I wasn't there to service you."
Well, that's all in the past. The important thing is that you're here now, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"And I'll bet you're eager for action."
"You could say that."
"Then you can start any time you want to."
"No time better than right now."
In a flash she was on my balls. That took good thinking. She wanted to get them all warmed up before going down on my prick. That way she wasn't leaving anything out.
Back and forth she rotated that tongue of hers, seeing to it that my hot balls got plenty of steaming action.
Soon they were on fire from her diligent strokemanship. She kept working her tongue systematically back and forth, driving it at a steady, even pace. She knew just how to put emphasis into those movements, seeing to it that she went fast, but not to the point where she lost control of things.
If there was one thing that Lorna had, it was plenty of control when it came to fucking. And now she was exerting that control beautifully as she worked her tongue around my flaming balls.
"Keep your tongue going," I exclaimed, running my fingers through her lovely hair.
As I lay back with my legs spread, receiving all kinds of beautiful sensations from her tongue, Lorna took me by surprise by reaching out with her left hand and stroking the tip of my cock.
She did it so nice and slow that it teased me. I could feel the jolting electricity throughout my hot dick as she manipulated her fingers.
"That I like," I said. "You're not satisfied just to suck my balls. You've got to see to it that the old cock gets some action at the same time. That's the kind of two-way sensation that I really dig. Just keep that up, honey, and we're both in business. You're going to wind up giving me the best blow job I've ever had. Even better than the last one you did. You're even going to top yourself, you're so damned good."
That tongue of hers was darting ever more swiftly around my balls, and as she kept that up, she worked her fingers vigorously up and down my long, fiery prick.
The steady pumping movements were really getting to me, and my whole body was just about to cave in an instinctive reaction to her movements.
"Keep that going," I sighed. "You're unstoppable, baby. Oh, am I ever going to fuck you in the mouth. You're going to get a beautiful screw, baby. Lots of nice, hot juice inside that mouth of yours. So just keep it up, baby. Don't lose sight of things for one second. I want this action, I need it!"
With that she began working her tongue even faster than before, but never to the point where she lost control of the situation. As I said, this gal was Miss Self-control. She never got so excited that she lost sight of the realities-namely, why it was important to maintain a methodical pace. That was where the true action was. That was how she got a man so hot that he was bristling, just the way I was at that particular moment.
Soon she recognized that it was time to switch her action exclusively to my cock. My balls were so steamed up and supercharged they didn't need any more action, but my cock sure as hell did. I had all that beautiful sperm collecting in there, and all she had to do was tease my cock the right way with her tongue and she'd get every last drop.
Now that tongue of hers was going back to work, slipping up and down the length of my entire prick.
Back and forth she slid that hot red tongue of hers, getting me all the more excited. She had started slowly, by teasing the tip of my dick, but now she was dramatically stepping up the pace and sliding her tongue vigorously up and down the length of my entire pole.
As she maintained those up and down movements, I just laid back and enjoyed it all. There was no need to tell her anything. She knew the score. She knew the way to a man's heart was through his cock and was exercising her tongue movements brilliantly.
As Lorna kept up that hot, fervent cocksucking, she reached out and began to play with my ass-cheeks. She slapped them several times, so much so that it stung them a little, and that made me feel good. I liked those stinging sensations, and they complimented the action that was going on between my legs.
Now that head of hers was bobbing up and down frantically as she stepped up the pace of her sucking. She was controlling the action beautifully, and I knew she was nearing the end of the road.
It was just a question of time before the juices were going to fly, and I wanted her to get every solitary drop of them.
"Now stay with that load," I exclaimed. "Go after my pecker juice, baby. When I spill it inside your mouth, I want you to eat it. It's juicy stuff. It's delicious. It's a high protein diet, baby. Come on and partake of it. Oh, wait until that cock of mine blasts away. Keep up those hot movements."
Lorna fervently worked her tongue up and down the full length of my cock, making certain that nothing was left out. She was determined to give me every bit of possible sensation that she could muster, and as she kept up her movements, I realized just how close I was to exploding everything inside her.
As I quickly reached the point of no return, she reached out with her right hand and began to tickle my balls. That was really all that I needed. All the extra impetus that I required prior to exploding.
"Oh, now I'm all set," I smiled. "Go after the stuffy, honey. It's going to spurt out of there any second, baby."
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than the shooting commenced. The sea of hot white juice spilled out of there, moving like a roaring floodtide toward her mouth.
The hot gobs of white juice continued to spill periodically out of my rod and into her waiting mouth. She gobbled hungrily, eagerly going after every hot drop.
I spilled the last few drops of cum out of my prick, and a feeling of contentment raced through me with the knowledge that Lorna was as eager to receive it as I had been eager to give.
Following that beautiful orgasm, we quickly dressed and individually left the motel.
After all, when two people enjoyed the kind of orgasm that we just had, there was nothing we could have done to stop that kind of high level excitement.