Chapter 8

I gave Lorna a chance to catch her breath, then I was panting for more action.

"Oh, I need you, I really need you," I said.

I think that frustration I had encountered earlier that day with Mary Jane caused me to get that much hotter when it came to having sex with Lorna. After all, I was that much more eager to prove myself, even though it was probably juvenile of me to think that way. Hell, I didn't have to prove myself to Mary Jane. Besides, she wasn't worth proving anything to, anyway. I only needed to prove to myself that I could supply Lorna with everything she needed, and that was what I was doing. In the final analysis, that was really all that actually counted.

I was sinking that tongue of mine against her left breast. I wanted to give her hot tits action, something I knew would warm her up again. I mean, I was amazed at the degree of self-control I was able to bring to bear on that hot cock of mine.

The old me would have had to explode at that point, but now I was so tuned in to what Lorna needed, and I was so tickled at the prospect of supplying her with what she needed, that I wasn't about to lose sight of these very real values.

I needed this chick, and I figured that if I really gave Lorna a good time, she would give me future opportunities to make love to her. I was looking for a long-term relationship with this gorgeous chick, and, if I played my cards right, I figured that there was no reason why I could not have it.

So I let that tongue of mine continue to slide around her breasts, getting her hot all over again.

"You just never stop," she gasped. "You love it as much as I do. Oh, that tongue of yours is ready to accept any challenge. Just keep working it, baby, just keep letting it slide. Oh, this is wonderful, sweetheart, it's just great what you're doing for me."

Now that tongue of mine kept on sliding around her breast, and as it did so, Lorna reached the point where she got about as excited as she had during her first orgasm.

About the time that her hips started moving beautifully, I decided to reach down there and grab her.

I let my fingers clutch eagerly around her legs, and as I did so, I began to work my tongue a little more feverishly around her breasts.

"Oh, it's too much," she said. "I need you to go down on me again, sweetheart. I really need that kind of action. I need you, honey. Come on and let your tongue slide, baby, let it slide."

I released my tongue swiftly from Lorna's breast, then let it drop down immediately toward her cunt.

I knew that there would be no more preliminary action. She was just too far gone for that. She was exceptionally determined to explode one more time, and I was every bit as determined to receive those juices from her blazing snatch.

So I began to work that tongue of mine frantically around her pussy. But first I let it exercise itself around the outer crevices.

"Oh yes, that's it," she said. "Now you're really getting me ready. Let the pace pick up, let it accelerate, baby. Oh, let your tongue move."

I let my tongue manipulate skillfully around her snatch, then I started dramatically picking up the pace, allowing that tongue to work in a brisker fashion.

Back and forth I was letting it slide, and all the while I knew she could hardly withstand those juices. It would be just a short period of time before she would be exploding them in my mouth.

"Oh, let your tongue rip," she sighed. "You really know the style, baby. You know just what to do to put little old Lorna in ecstasy. I couldn't like it any better. You are really great with that tongue of yours. It's fantastic action, sweetheart, just the kind I love."

Back and forth I kept stabbing, and as I did so, I got her that much closer. It would only take a few more hot tongues stokes before she would be exploding those hot juices inside my mouth.

I recognized just how close she was, and realizing that, it made me that much more determined to keep up my tongue movement, to keep my tongue pressing against her hot slit.

"Oh, just a few more strokes," she said.

Now she was running those fingers of hers dramatically through my hair as I put everything that I had into those final few tongue efforts. I was working the tongue blazingly, and as I did so, I continued to let my fingers earnestly clutch her thighs.

"Just a few more strokes," she said. "That's all I need. Keep it going, baby. Oh, keep it going."

Now the old tongue was burying itself deep inside that hot snatch of hers. I really loved the idea of applying that tongue of mine to her glistening cunt, and I knew that the moistness down there between those legs of hers was only a prelude to what was going to transpire in just a few more seconds.

Back and forth I allowed my tongue to whiplash around, and as she moved closer to the final point, those legs of hers were shaking like a trembling building.

"Oh, my cunt's on fire," she exclaimed. "I love the way you work the tongue. You're driving it like crazy, baby. Oh, when you let yourself go, you're really something. You're just too much of a man. Oh, my husband can't hold up a candle to you. Keep that tongue swirling' Oh, keep it plunging."

Now my fingers were buried intensely in her thighs and my tongue was working systematically through the last stages of the set

All the while her legs were swinging back and forth, anticipating those hot stabs inside her blazing nest. Now it would be just a few more strokes before I would get the burst in the mouth that I was looking forward to.

I loved sucking that blazing cunt of hers, and I knew that once I swallowed another load of juice, that hot prick of mine which I had been keeping in cold storage would be ready for action.

But by cold storage, I certainly didn't mean that it wasn't hot in the sense of wanting to shoot, because several times the old trigger had been ready to explode, and it had taken the supreme act of willpower on my part to prevent it from blasting off.

But in the same fashion as a rocket, I was waiting for the blast-off. I would not let it shoot until the proper moment had arrived, the moment at which I was either being sucked or was fucking her.

My tongue continued to blast away at her love bush, and now she was all set.

As her hips wagged back and forth and as she puffed and gasped, I realized that the great moment of impact was there. That hot sea of juice that I was looking forward to gobbling up, was there.

It spilled forth in hot spurts, and I eagerly devoured every droplet of the juicy stuff that bolted from her organ.

"Oh, go after it," Lorna exclaimed hotly, running her fingers through my hair eagerly as I sucked up the juice. "Go after every drop, sweetheart. Oh, what an honor to be sucked by you. What a cunt I've got. Oh, I love to feel your tongue in it. Come on and eat that hot snatch, sweetheart. Come on and go after every flaming drop of that stuff. Ah, I love it, I love it. Go get it, sweetheart. Oh, go get the hot juice, baby."

I released my tongue from her mound. I had put out quite a few fires with that fantastic cunt sucking of mine. The moment I saw the fires were there, I knew that my tongue was just the object needed to get her as excited as possible, to propel her to the act of climax.

Now I released my tongue from her box, and I was feeling all the more eager to get my hot cock off. My prick had been in mothballs during the course of the sucking, and now that I had finished sucking her to climax not once but twice, I wanted to get my cock and balls off.

"I hope you're ready to be fucked by me," I smiled, running my fingers over her soft creamy face.

"Oh yes. I want you to really let it rip, honey. Let it all hang out. That's really the only way to fuck."

"That's a pretty good philosophy."

"You're damned right it is. We really found ourselves, honey, right here in our own little love nest. Maybe we did have to go away from home to get in some fucking, but it was certainly worth the while."

"I'll go along with that."

"I hope you keep that pussy of mine nice and hot. If you do, you're going to get that much better a fuck. Just wait and see just how my body glides when I've got the right pecker inside me."

"I hope I'm the right pecker," I grinned.

"Oh, you definitely are."

"That's good."

"Come on and play with my tits if you want to."

"I'd be glad to."

Once more those fingers of mine frantically found the warm flesh on her breasts. I toyed with those breasts, then began to pinch them. The longer and harder that I let my fingers go to work on her tits, the better Lorna liked it. I knew it was all in the process of warming that cunt of hers up again, so that she would be all ready to be fucked down there.

The longer that I looked at her moist pussy, the sparkling wet pubic hairs, and the delightfully moist mound that rested beneath them, I became that much itchier for hot fucking.

That huge prick of mine was standing tall, so tall that it looked like a pistol at high noon.

"Do you like the size of this erection?" I asked.

"It looks fantastic."

"How about tugging on it a little for me."

"I'd be delighted."

"You like playing with warm pricks?"

"When they belong to somebody as super groovy as you, I do."

"You're not talking like a PTA woman now," I laughed.

"No. I'm letting it all hang out. There's nobody here to initiate any gossip. I know you're not going to do any talking."

"Except to you. I'll tell you what a hot fuck

I think you are."

"That's different."

"Sure it is. Those are our little secrets."

"You know, I kind of like engaging in an affair like this. It seems like the more forbidden the affair, the more you put out and the more fun it becomes."

"I think you're right."

"If you were balling some girl from school, I don't think that the act would take on the same kind of meaning as it does when you're fucking me."

"I guess that's true."

"Sure. I'm an old woman with three kids." Lorna laughed.

"Like hell you are. You're younger than those chicks from school. And you know one helluva lot more about fucking than they do. There are some of them that are so damned boring that it's all I can do to get them to spread their legs, and even that's something. A lot of them expect a marriage proposal before they'll even do that."

"But I've been hearing so much about the tell it and do it like it is generation," Lorna said. "You mean to say you're not finding the girls to be that way?"

"Unfortunately all too few of them that I encounter are that way. But hell, why talk about them when we've got each other. I'd rather ball you anyway. I just hope you believe that."

"That sounds very good."

"Just keep working those fingers over my dick a little longer."

"I'd be glad to. Should I move the fingers a little faster?"

"I wish you would."

"Okay, let's see what happens." Now those fingers of hers were working with explosive electricity, working at a free and easy clip up and down the entire length of my firm rod.

The longer that she rubbed, the better that I liked the massage. The foreskin of my prick felt like a prize race horse in a stall. It was just waiting for the opportunity to run. And I knew my cock wanted to run to her still hot, moist slit.

The finger movements continued, and as they became more brisk my whole prick began to cry out for action. It was itching me something crazy, particularly at the tip and in the balls.

The old ball sack was ready to break loose, and I could hardly wait for the opportunity.

"You really do the job," I laughed. "Those fingers of yours are fantastic."

"Glad you like them."

"That's really my style," I chuckled. "I like the way your fingers manipulate me. Oh, now you're really moving them fast. I like that kind of uninhibited action."