Chapter 1
In retrospect, Bernard Shakey would have preferred that they had met while he was making a martini.
In reality he was cracking open a beer. He saw her.
She came sweeping into the kitchen and he could tell his life had changed.
He was a married man, his wife was in the other room. It was Bernard's house and he was having a party.
But the fact of the matter was he had to have this woman.
Her long black hair spilled low down the center of her back and fell gracefully over her shoulders.
She was beautiful. An innocent face, yet somehow wanton.
It did not take Bernard long to notice that she too wore a wedding ring.
"I'm your host for the evening," Bernard said, turning his mouth into what was supposed to be a charming grin.
The woman thought that he looked a bit silly. Handsome, but a bit drunk.
"You are Bernie!" the woman said with a laugh.
"Bernard. Who are you? You are lovely," Bernard said. All of a sudden he felt like he was going through puberty again.
He was twenty-five years old and had not had sex with another woman since the night before he was married.
He found his sex life to be mundane, and had frequently found himself slipping into a fantasy world.
Bernard Shakey got the impression that one of his fantasies was about to come true. Reality was to be better than dream.
"My name is Michele. Michele Symms.
Hubby Mac is in the living room looking at your wife, Mr. Shakey."
"Oh, don't worry about them," Bernard said. He was pleased with his boldness. "Let's talk about us."
"Mr. Shakey, the second I walked into your house I got the impression that this party was going to get kinky."
"I don't think anything kinky has happened in this house in two years. My wife and I had a very peculiar dinner a while back."
"Do you swing, Bernie?" Michele said standing with her head tilted to one side so that her long black hair spilled over one shoulder.
Bernard could see that her purple sweater was being stretched taut in the front by what appeared to be huge breasts.
She was a small girl, standing only about five foot one, and she was built on a small frame. Bernard figured that her weight didn't make it into triple digits.
"Swing?" Bernard said. He wanted to seem cool, but he didn't have the slightest idea what she meant.
Bernard got the vague impression that he didn't swing. But he didn't want the black-haired beauty to know that.
"Sure. Swing? Ha! All the time," Bernard said, and took a nervous swig from the top of his beer.
"Bernard Shakey, I believe you are blushing," Michele said in a teasing tone that made the man turn even redder.
He felt thoroughly humiliated as she reached up and pinched him on the cheek.
"I think I've lost you, Michele. Maybe a couple more beers and I'll start to figure this out," Bernard said.
"Bernie, you've had enough beer. Set the can down and show me the backyard," Michele said, running her fingertips lightly over Bernard's cheek.
The man could feel his balls start to ache the second she touched him.
He could feel the blood pumping downward in his body.
He could feel his cock starting to throb. His pants felt as if they were getting tighter by the second.
"But Stacy...," Bernard said, gesturing weakly toward the living room.
"Your wife is in good hands," Michele said in a soothing tone.
"I don't think that Stacy fools around, Michele. I think that she is going to come looking for me."
"I'll give her fifteen minutes, Bernard, and Mac will be taking her to your room."
Bernard felt a little nervous but he took the woman's hand.
He decided that he was going to grab for the gusto.
Bernard was surprised by his rising sense of existentialism.
He looked at Michele's face and saw that her dark brown eyes were twinkling with mischief as they made their way toward the back door.
Bernard could see that her eyelashes were long, and licked lightly at her high cheekbones whenever the beautiful woman blinked.
The man could feel his cock getting larger by the second, throbbing hard, growing with each rapid beat of his heart.
He hoped that this woman was not just a drunk prick tease.
There was something about her face, though, that made her seem sincere.
In spite of her coolness, she seemed very horny and looked like she wanted to please him a great deal.
And she seemed as cool and sober as a judge. Bernard could tell that she was not the sort of woman to drink.
Michele Symms looked to be the sort of woman who didn't want to do anything that might deaden her senses.
The black-haired woman made a sexy purring noise, making her whole throat vibrate, as they arrived at the back door.
It was a late spring night in the little town of Rushdale.
The night was cool, but they could be comfortable without jackets.
It was too early for the nights to be filled with insects.
Black Creek was nearby. By June the mosquitoes would make summer nights stickier and more uncomfortable.
They stepped out into the back yard of the white suburban home and looked up at the clear night sky.
They could see that there wasn't a cloud in the sky and all of the stars were as clear as a bell.
They could pick out many astrology signs, and couldn't help but notice that the moon was full.
The light from the moon was so bright that they could clearly see each other's faces in it.
"It's beautiful," Michele said and turned to face Bernard, tilting her smooth white chin upward.
Bernard Shakey was six foot even so he was a good deal taller than her i even though she was wearing high heels.
Bernard could see that Michele's nose was a tiny button, turned up a little at the end, which he thought looked very cute.
Bernard thought that her lips were extraordinary.
He thought they were the most sensuous lips he had ever seen.
She wore no lipstick, yet her lips looked like a pouting heart.
They were very red, and they looked like they needed, to be kissed badly.
Bernard looked up and down Michele's body lewdly.
He could see that the black-haired woman had a perfect hourglass figure.
Her waist was extremely slim and her hips were rounded and tight.
Michele was wearing a pair of skin-tight designer blue jeans,.
They did nothing to hide the fact that she had a round, hot ass.
Her jeans fit so tight that one could make out her outer cunt lips in the crotch.
"Come here," Bernard said, holding him arms out toward her.
She moved toward him as if she were moving in slow motion.
Bernard ached as he walked her sensuous lips parting, the moon's light catching a bit of Michele's front teeth.
He could tell that her teeth were pearly white and perfectly straight.
As far as Bernard could tell, the woman was perfect in every way.
He wondered if he should pinch himself just to make sure that he hadn't passed out and fallen into a wonderful dream.
Michele's fingers were long and slender, as were her carefully manicured fingernails.
The beautiful woman always kept her fingernails painted a deep red color.
She thought that it went perfectly with her dark complexion and ebony hair.
The spike high heels that Michele was wearing were open toed so Bernard could see that her toenails were painted the same color.
She had extraordinary feet. Her ankles were slim. He could see them because the bottoms of her jeans fit tightly around the calves.
Bernard placed the palms of his hands gently on the small of Michele Symms' back and pulled her toward him.
She fell against his chest, and he could feel how high and firm her large breasts were as they pressed flat.
Even through the woman's sweater he could tell that her nipples were hard and erect from horniness.
There was something about the way the beautiful woman was breathing that told Bernard her nipples were not erect from being chilly.
He could tell that his cock was already as hard as a rock and was threatening to tear her tight pants.
He actually felt as if his prick were going to explode out of the crotch of his jeans at any second.
He felt as if his throbbing lance were being held in a prison, and it was anxious to be freed.
He slid his hands down onto her buttocks, and he could feel how tight her jeans fit her sweet ass.
Michele liked to wear her jeans so tight that they looked as if they had been applied with spray paint.
Michele made a little whimpering noise in the back of her throat and once again tilted her chin upward.
She placed her hands on the back of Bernard's neck, and she could feel the man shiver all over.
She could tell that there was goose flesh forming on his body and she could feel the tiny hairs at the back of his strong neck standing on end.
She presumed correctly that those weren't the only parts of his anatomy that were standing on end.
Bernard felt as if his balls were on fire.
Michele looked up at him and thought that he was very handsome.
He didn't seem as drunk anymore, and his eyes had cleared.
She could see that his chin was broad and his jaw was firm.
His hair was dark brown, and fell down over the tops of his ears and his forehead a little bit. He was wearing sneakers that looked a little beat-up.
Bernard stooped over a little, and both of them could feel their lips start to ache with desire.
There was a brief moment when they could feel each other's hot, moist breath, and both gasped at the sensation.
Their lips came together and Bernard felt as if the air around them was crackling with sexual electricity.
He began to knead at the flesh of her ass cheeks with his long strong fingers, and she pressed her hips forward.
Michele could feel the huge lump that had formed in the crotch of Bernard's faded jeans, and she allowed her lips to part.
Bernard tentatively offered the tip of his tongue, and Michele caressed it with the tip of hers.
In a matter of seconds they were rolling their tongues together passionately, their lips wet and slippery from the hot spittle they shared. By the time the kiss was over they were breathless with lust.
Their lips came apart before their tongues, and both of them seemed to be having a bit of trouble breathing.
Michele could feel her nipples quivering, yearning to be stroked and pinched by Bernard's fingers.
She wanted the man to wrap his lips around those nipples and suck them as hard as he possibly could.
She wanted him to bite her nipples until it hurt a little bit.
Michele could feel the blood rushing to her pussy.
She could tell that both sets of cunt lips were swelling rapidly.
She knew that it was only a matter of seconds before her pussy flesh was fully engorged with blood.
She could tell that the little glands at the sides of her vagina were starting to pump out the juice.
The secreted natural lubrication was starting to make Michele's cunt flesh wet and slippery.
She could feel the juice gathering in a pool at the base of her pussy, in between her inner cunt lips.
She knew that it wouldn't be long before she started to make a wet spot in the crotch of her black bikini panties.
Michele wanted to see what Bernard had down there.
From the bulge she felt she figured he had to be hung like a horse.
"I want to go down on you," Michele said, and followed that statement with a purring sound in her throat.
Michele gurgled a little bit, and Bernard felt a little dizzy.
He felt as if so much blood had pumped down into his cock there wasn't any left for his brain to function.
"I think that is the best idea I've heard in a long time," Bernard said, and he could feel his heart beating so hard that it felt as if it were going to beat its way right out of his chest.
Michele thought that the man had a great body.
She was really looking forward to fucking Bernard.
His body looked as if it were built for fucking.
He had broad shoulders and a heavily-muscled chest.
Yet his waist and his hips were very slim, and he looked like he could crack his spine like a whip.
His thighs were thick, and Michele realized as she began to lower herself to her knees that one of his thighs was bigger around than her tiny waist.
This amused her and she let out a giggle that confused but did not upset the sexually aroused man.
Michele was not concerned with getting grass stains on her knees.
She had plenty of clothes, and they got soiled with her passion all the time, so she didn't worry about it anymore.
Michele had been the kind of a girl to get grass stains on her knees ever since she was fifteen years old.
And that was many years before she met MacIntyre Symms and decided to get married so she could have sexual exploits as a team.
Michele's fingers went immediately for Bernard's belt.
She looked up at the panting man and smiled with amusement.
"You look like you are going to have a heart attack."
"I have to admit, you certainly know how to get a guy's attention."
It took Bernard a moment to figure out what to do with his hands.
He finally decided to place his palms on top of Michele's head.
He began to run his fingers through her thick black hair.
He could tell that those ebony tresses were as smooth as silk.
Her hair made Bernard wonder if the woman had Oriental blood coursing through her lovely veins.
He stroked her hair and allowed his fingertips to rest gently on the back of her neck, moving them sensuously.
Michele used nimble fingers to unbuckle the belt buckle.
She had to arch her fingers as she worked or else her long red fingernails would have gotten in the way.
She unbuttoned the single button that held the top of Bernard's faded blue jeans together using the same motion she would have used to snap them.
She got the top of his fly in between her right thumb and forefinger, and began to pull it slowly downward.
She could see his white underwear in the light of the moon clearly enough to tell that the material was stretched taut.
She got her fingernails between his belly and his underwear's elastic and pulled back for a moment.
This allowed Bernard's aching cock to breathe for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. His throbbing purple cock head moved upward and popped out of the top of his white cotton jockey shorts.
Michele gently replaced the elastic so that the man's cock was pinned to his belly by the elastic.
Michele puckered her lips and drew in cool air, making a very low whistling sound of unadulterated awe.
Bernard's cock was so long that the head rested on his flat stomach well above his belly-button.
The head was so thick that she could tell it would fill her yearning pussy hole completely when he fucked her.
But at that moment it was Michele's throat that needed to be filled with that rock-hard cock-meat.
"It's so big," Michele said, making it obvious that she was impressed.
"I guess so. I'm not an expert on pricks," Bernard said.
"I'll bet you that yours was the biggest cock in your school."
"No way," Bernard said, laughing through his panting.
"You're kidding," Michele said looking up at him.
"No. There was a black guy named Moose. Never mind."
Michele worked her fingertips under the top of his pants and underwear at the same time so that she could tug them down.
She found that she needed Bernard's help, but he was glad to give it.
His cock came popping out of his pants and stood straight out in front of him.
Again Michele's eyes went wide as she got her first glimpse of the entire throbbing pole of manhood.
She could see that the cock was at least ten inches long.
It was so thick she doubted if her fingers would go all the way around it.
The glans was fully engorged and a deep purple color.
She could tell that the skin over his cock head was pulled taut.
Michelefigured that his cock would have exploded if anymore blood tried to pump into it. Bernard would have agreed.
She looked at the little piss hole in the center of that glans.
She could see that it was opening and closing rapidly.
Michele thought that it looked very cute, and reminded herself to play with his piss hole later with the tip of her tongue.
Michele leaned over so she could untie his sneakers.
Bernard lifted each foot as she pulled them off.
She removed his socks also, and the earth felt cool but dry on the bottoms of Bernard's big feet.
He lifted his feet again as Michele quickly tugged his jeans and underwear off at the same time.
She could see that his whole cock was bobbing up and down from the intensity of the man's horniness.
She could see that his cock rested at a slightly upward angle, reminding her of anti-aircraft guns.
Michele thought that the head of his cock looked like a small purple doorknob and she could tell that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as it could go to take that cock head.
Michele wasn't sure if this was the biggest cock she had ever seen in person.
She had sucked quite a few cocks in her twenty-two years on the planet.
The memory of more than a few had dimmed with the passing of time.
"Your cock is beautiful, Bernard. So smooth and thick."
"I'm glad you like it. Right now it feels like it is about to go off like a rocket," Bernard exclaimed.
The sexually aroused man spat out his words in between gasps as breath like so many watermelon seeds.
"Not for a while, Bernard. I want to make the ache last for a long time."
"Tease," Bernard said, and closed his eyes as she ran the tips of her long red fingernails up and down the insides of his thighs.
She came within a fraction of an inch of touching his balls, but never made direct contact with the sack.
Bernard wondered how severe the tension in his groin could get before some kind of explosion was inevitable.
He didn't want to come before the beautiful woman got a chance to take his cock in her mouth and suck.
It would be embarrassing to come too quickly, and Bernard wondered if it was too early to start thinking of baseball scores.
Michele stopped her caress of his thighs for a moment.
She pulled her hair back over her shoulders so it wouldn't get in the way.
Bernard's fingers were then buried in her thick smooth hair.
She leaned forward with her head and began to kiss lightly at the sensitive skin on Bernard's thick, heavily-muscled inner thighs.
She worked her mouth slowly upward so that she got ever closer to the man's dangling scrotum.
Michele loved the way the man's balls looked.
The wrinkled sack that held his testicles was huge.
It appeared to be filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
The beautiful woman began to suck at the flesh, sucking hard enough so that Bernard could tell that she was making red marks.
Michele bared her straight pearly white teeth and began to give the man's thighs little love-bites.
Bernard couldn't help but wonder if she was going to give him a hicky He hadn't had one of those since he was sixteen, and he didn't think that he had ever gotten one that wasn't on his neck.
But Michele wasn't going to suck and bite at his thighs long enough to leave any lasting marks there when she was done.
Michele Symms did give hickies every now and again.
But she only gave them on the cheeks of a man's ass.
Michele placed the palms of her hands on the backs of his thighs.
She ran her hands slowly upward toward the cheeks of his ass.
She was surprised at how firm the muscles in his ass were.
He flexed them for her and she was thrilled that he could press them together and make them very hard.
She knew that that was the state his ass muscles would be in when he was pumping his cock in and out of her.
Michele ran her fingernails hard across his sensitive ass flesh.
She could tell that she was leaving red marks behind.
Michele did it hard enough so that it hurt a little bit.
But Bernard found that he was so horny, he liked the pain.
Michele pulled her hands away from the man's ass cheeks.
She placed the fingertips on the underside of Bernard's cock.
She pushed the prick slowly upward so that it was once again pinned against his flat, hard belly, and she could feel it throbbing against her.
There was one blue dilated vein that protruded from the underside of his lance of masculinity.
She could see that the vein ran the entire length of the shaft.
It went from the base of the shaft to the base of the glans.
With her free hand, she turned her palm upward and placed her fingertips lightly at the base of his balls.
Bernard Shakey moved his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart on the cool grass beneath him.
He threw back his shoulders and took a deep breath.
He had a feeling that he wasn't going to be able to breathe normally for some time.
No matter how hard he tried to fill his lungs with air he couldn't.
He continued to pant like the wild beast he wanted so badly to become.
Bernard arched his back and threw back his head.
The muscles in his handsome face began to tighten.
He groaned deeply, the sound emerging all the way from the pit of his stomach.
Michele began to bob his balls up and down sensuously.
She could see that his testicles were the size of golf balls.
She moved them as if she were trying to determine their weight.
Michele then tilted her head upward and parted her lips.
The beautiful woman stuck her tongue out as far as she could.
She placed the tip of her tongue on the base of Bernard's scrotum.
The man gasped out loud and felt the muscles in his thighs tighten.
He bent at the knees and arched his backbone more sharply.
He threw back his head further so that he his face was pointing at the cloudless star-filled night sky.
But he couldn't see it because he had his eyes closed tightly from the passion he was experiencing.
Bernard found that it was impossible to keep his hips still.
He began to gyrate, and Michele moved her head with him so that she could always keep her tongue right where she wanted it.
Michele moved her face deeper between his thighs and licked at the hypersensitive patch of skin between the base of Bernard's balls and his tight puckered ass-hole.
Bernard was so aroused that he could even feel his sphincter muscle tingling with anticipation.
He hoped that Michele was the kind of a girl who developed curious fingers when she was very horny.
Michele lapped at the base of Bernard's balls with the flat part of her tongue, and then pulled her head out so that she could lick at the front half of the sack.
Michele moved her hands back to his ass cheeks and allowed her fingertips to creep slowly toward the crack.
She pressed her fingertips deep into the flesh, and Bernard could feel her nails digging into him, making marks.
This time he did not tense the muscles in his buttocks.
He knew what she wanted to do, so he tried to relax as much as his horniness would allow.
Michele parted her lips and pressed them against the bulge on the right side of his dangling scrotum.
She kept her mouth soft and cottony because she knew how sensitive he was there.
The last thing she wanted to do was hurt one of his balls.
But she knew that his cock would come very close to popping if she sucked on his balls lightly, one at a time.
At the same time the beautiful black-haired woman began to pull the cheeks of Bernard's ass slowly apart.
She did not stop separating those supple buttocks until the skin in the crack was pulled tight.
Bernard could feel his sphincter muscle puckering as he felt the tip of her forefinger making its way into the crack.
He felt the woman tongue and suck at his testicle at the same time, and he let out a sharp scream of pleasure.
He didn't want to make a sound that was too loud.
Even though they were behind three pine trees, they were still very vulnerable.
It would have been easy for someone to come out of the party and discover them.
But somehow, that factor made the sex seem more exciting.
Bernard knew that his wife might pop into view at any second to see him getting sucked off by another woman.
Bernard wondered if Michele's husband had really been flirting with his wife.
He prayed that Michele was not a liar, just out to get him into trouble.
The last thing he wanted was for Stacy to get bored and come looking for him.
As it turned out, he had nothing to worry about. His wife was having a splendid time.
Stacy was vaguely glad that Bernard had not been around.
She was fascinated by that MacIntyre. His eyes seemed to burn into her soul.
Michele could tell by the way Bernard was breathing that she wasn't going to be able to tease him for much longer.
She worked her fingertip toward his most private area and he shivered when she made contact with his anus.
The wrinkles in his ass-hole were pulled away by the parting of the cheeks.
The mucous membrane was taut, making it all the more sensitive.
She ran her fingertip in a little circle all around his ring of ass muscle.
At the same time she placed the tip of her tongue on the base of his cock.
She felt that dilated blue vein throbbing against her taste buds.
Her oval-shaped nostrils flared with the scent of his manhood wafting up from his cock and balls.
Michele wanted to stick her finger right up his ass hole.
But she knew that she would risk injuring him with her long sharp fingernail.
Bernard would have to be satisfied with having his rectum massaged externally.
Which Bernard was. He wasn't in a big hurry to have any fingers stuck up his ass.
That happened to him in the doctor's office and he didn't like it one bit.
But he did have to admit that his anus loved to be caressed. He liked to have it licked too, but he knew that wasn't the sort of thing he should bring up with a woman the first time he meets her.
Then she pulled away so she could concentrate her attention solely on his cock.
She ran the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft, using the vein as a roadmap to guide her path.
She knew that the most sensitive spot was the fleshy patch just below his throbbing purple cock head.
Michele flicked the tip of her tongue across that spot for a long time and Bernard could tell that she wasn't going to have to suck him for very long before he would blow his wad.
"Do you swallow?" Bernard asked, proud in being so bold.
"Shut up," Michele said and continued licking at his prick.
Michele allowed his cock to stick out straight from his slim yet powerful hips once again so she could give attention to the entire glans and the upper side of the shaft.
She wrapped her dainty hand around the base of his cock and was not surprised to see that the fingers didn't make it all the way around.
She poised herself so that her mouth was at the same level as the tip of his cock, and her neck was straight.
"Relax, Bernard. I want you to fuck my throat," Michele said.
Bernard had not been with many women in his life.
He was a middle-American hetero-sexual monogamous beer-drinker.
He had never encountered anyone who could take more than just the head of his cock in her mouth.
He couldn't help but worry that he might hurt her.
"Are you sure you want me to do that?" Bernard asked.
"Positively! I can take it. Ram it home, big boy."
Michele had a teasing tone in her voice that made Bernard blush.
She was making him feel very sqaure, and he didn't like it.
He decided that if she wanted her throat fucked he would be more than glad to shove his meat all the way down there.
Michele concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her throat and Bernard moved his palms to Michele's cheeks.
He held her by the sides of the head so that she could no longer turn her neck from side to side.
She dropped her jaw and felt the corners of her mouth were pulled tight.
Bernard loved the way those full sensuous lips looked as they opened to take his throbbing prick head.
Michele stuck out her tongue and made it pointy at the tip.
She playfully licked at the man's piss hole, which felt a lot better than Bernard might have thought it was going to.
He let out a deep grunt of lust that emptied his lungs of air and made a great deal more noise than he would have liked.
Michele then pressed forward with her head and Bernard stood so that his hips were out in front of the rest of his body.
His ass muscles tensed and he pressed his slim buttocks together so hard that their sides appeared concave.
He pushed forward with his hips and Michele wrapped her lips tightly around the base of the man's glans.
She could feel her lips gripping at the ring of scar tissue circling the base of his throbbing cock.
Michele began to suck at that huge glans, and she flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across it at the same time.
"You better open up for me quick," Bernard said.
He could feel his come swirling around inside his scrotum.
The hot sticky semen wanted out of that sack badly.
Bernard felt as if his balls were made of flaming sterno.
His come felt like molten lava about to erupt.
He could feel a savage tickle at the base of his cock.
That burning seemed to be getting worse all the time.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before his orgasm reached the point of inevitability.
Bernard pressed his cock deeper into Michele's mouth and she could feel the tip entering her throat.
She knew that taking all ten inches of that rod were going to take all of her deep throat skills.
She pressed forward with her head and penetrated herself brutally, taking six inches of his shaft into her throat.
She battled back an urge to gag and felt her dark brown eyes welling up rapidly with salty tears.
Michele could tell that the man was not going to stop pushing forward with his hips until he had achieved complete penetration.
Bernard wanted to see what those full, sensuous, pouting lips looked like when they were wrapped around the base of his prick.
He rammed it home.
She took it all. . He slowly began to fuck.
Bernard moved his hips with a smooth, steady motion.
He used the entire length of his cock with each stroke.
He started the face fuck slowly, feeling the muscles clinging and pulling at the shaft of his prick.
But he steadily picked up the pace of the fuck as he could tell he was no longer hurting the woman.
Michele had managed to relax her throat muscles in her throat to the point where she could take him comfortably.
She really hadn't been too worried. She was pretty sure of herself when it came to her skills at giving head.
The man soon was fucking her throat as hard and fast as he could.
He wanted to ram his cock in harder, but he was afraid he would smash that pretty nose with his pubic bone.
As it was Michele had gotten hit there a couple of times, and she felt like she was going to sneeze.
That would be bad because the face fuck forced her to breath exclusively through her tiny button nose.
The face that her nose was buried in his pubic bush with every forward thrust of his hips didn't help either.
But she had learned to breath in rhythm with the fuck so that she always inhaled when her nostrils were clear of the short and curly dark brown pubic hairs.
All of the muscles in Bernard's body stiffened at the same time.
Michele could tell that he was about to climax.
She wanted her lips wrapped around the base of his glans when he shot his load of silvery fuck juice.
That way the sticky semen would land directly on her tongue and she would be able to savor the flavor.
Michele's favorite part of giving a blow job was when she got to drink down the man's come juice.
She had read that the come was almost one-hundred percent protein, and was good for her.
She always felt a little bit healthier after she sucked a guy off.
Michele pulled back with her head to show Bernard that she needed freedom of neck movement. His lips drew back.
Bernard's face was as red as a beet and his facial features were contorted into a grimace.
His teeth were bared and his eyes were closed tightly.
He looked as if he were in excruciating pain at that moment.
He could feel the explosions starting at the base of his cock.
Michele began to suck so hard she drew in her cheeks.
Bernard felt as if she were going to suck his balls dry.
He let out a howl of pleasure that filled the night air.
Michele thought that the man sounded like half-man-half-beast.
He sounded as if the full moon had turned him into a werewolf.
His come shot up his shaft and exploded out of his piss hole.
There was a lot more come to deal with that Michele anticipated.
She puffed out her cheeks in an attempt to keep it all inside her mouth.
But she failed and the come began to ooze from the stretched corners of her lips.
She could feel the thick fuck juice dripping down her face, resting on her smooth chin to cool.
Michele immediately began to swallow as hard as she could and she loved the way the thick stuff felt as it slithered down her gullet on its way to a warm spot in the pit of her belly.
Four more spurts of come followed as Bernard's cock convulsed, heaving up the come as if it were prick vomit.
And Michele sucked it all down. She did not stop sucking until she was sure that the man's orgasm was over.
She could tell because all of his muscles relaxed at the same time and he slowly rose up into a normal posture.
He found that it was possible to completely fill his lungs with air once again and Michele heard him rapidly catching his breath, and she pulled her lips slowly off of his cock head.
For a moment the tip of the still hard cock and Michele's upper lip were connected by a string of man come.
Michele looked at the tip of the man's cock and saw that a single bead of silvery come had formed at the piss hole.
She flicked out with the tip of her pink tongue and licked that ball of post-orgasmic ooze away.
Michele loved the way he flooded her mouth with come.
His semen was so hot that it almost scalded her cheeks.
It had a sweet flavor to it, as if there were actually honey in it.
Michele could see that the head of his cock was covered with a thin film of come so she used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean.
He was very sensitive there and shivered as she did this.
He could feel the ecstasy of his mind-crushing orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of his afterglow.
By the time Michele was done licking the man's glans the only thing that made it shine in the light of the full moon was the hot spittle she spilled.
She could tell that the blood was starting to pump out of his cock and she could feel it softening.
The force of gravity was starting to have an effect on the tip of the man's awesome male tube steak.
The shaft was losing its rigidity and Michele stood up so that they could kiss passionately.
Again the kiss lasted for a very long time and Bernard could taste his own come on the woman's tongue.
At any other time the thought of tasting his own semen would have disgusted Bernard thoroughly.
But it seemed to turn him on when he tasted it coming from the tongue of the beautiful woman.
When the kiss ended, Michele moved her lips very close to Bernard's ear.
"How long do you think it will take you to get hard again?" He could feel her hot moist breath on the inside of his ear.
He shivered and again his flesh was covered with goose bumps.
"I don't know. A few minutes. If I keep looking at you it won't be long," Bernard said with a sexy smile.
He felt more confident than before. More adventurous.
He liked the naughty feeling that the tryst gave him.
"Let's go for a ride."
"Where?" Bernard asked.
"Let's go park like teenagers."
"We'll take my car," Bernard said and started to put on his clothes.
"The moon if full. It's been years since I've fucked in a back seat," Michele said with a throaty laugh.
Bernard thought about it for a moment and came up with a perfect place to take the beautiful woman.
Bernard had grown up in Rushdale and he was young enough to remember the spots one went to when they wanted to park.
He drooled as he thought about how wonderful Michele was going to look lying there naked beneath him.