I flicked at her clit with the tip of my tongue and watched it darken from pink to red. Then I speared her vagina as deeply as I could, sucking her thick morning discharge into my mouth. Back to her clit, I punished it gently with soft lingual brushes then watched it swell to twice its original size and shrug off its hood. Pulling back again, I saw her inner labia spasm and a rivulet of pale, clear fluid ooze out to moisten the sheets under her buttocks.
“You taste…divine,” I drooled, borrowing a word she’d previously used with me. Somewhere in the back of my head I was waiting to use her word sublime in the proper context.
“Ohh, honey!” she gasped. “I’m gonna…yes…I’m gonna cummm, Nicky!” she groaned, her upper body twisting as I held her hips captive. “An’ its…aahhnngh…aahhnngh…aahhnngh,” she began grunting, thrashing her hair back and forth and moaning until she finally froze for a half minute, then grabbed a pillow and screamed into it until she was spent. I finally released her steely hips when they’d ceased trembling and her breathing had stopped rasping in her throat. Then she murmured, “My Gaawwd,” as I turned her over gently and brought her to her hands and knees. “Oh honey I love it but please don’t hurt me,” she plead uninterruptedly, at the same time arching her back, spreading her knees widely, and opening her moist gash to me. Then, before I could guide my glans into her pussy, she’d pushed herself back onto me, enveloping two or three inches of my veiny tan cock.
The next movement was mutual. My hands guided her lean, round hips toward me and she thrust backward, her deeply pink cunt seeming to reach out for sustenance from my rampant prick. We both groaned as I reached her cervix and remained embedded, stirring my hips in a circle until her whining reached a fever pitch, then pulling away from her. From her depths, I’d mined a thick, yellowish goo that I’d seen only a few times in women. “Jeezus, Maureen!” I cried, as her vagina clamped down on my next several plunges and her inner labia clutched at me, leaving a half-inch of their swollen elasticity pulling outward at my plundering rod.
“Yes, baby!” she yelled. “More, please!…harder!…oh, Gawd…i’s so goooood!”
Neither of us heard the phone ringing. Only when it had stopped did we realize it, and by then we were far beyond being attentive. I’d gotten off my knees and was perched flat-footed behind Maureen, drilling her brutally from a half-stance while pulling her back by her shoulders. Our slapping loins would have sounded comical had it not been for our very serious, passionate, outcries. But humor was not part of our agenda. I was reaching a peak, as was she. She’d risen off her hands and reached back to grasp one of my hips as I flung it at her, and with the other hand had spread her butt cheeks apart. I grabbed her upper body and we came together – mightily – with me erupting into her repeatedly. I’d never had an orgasm as intense, nor as lengthy, and at its end I collapsed to the side, with a torrent of cum leaking from around our enmeshed parts.