“Ohgawdyeahitdoes!” I cried, my voice breaking as I was unable to control myself. “You’re so…”.
“I know, baby,” she cooed, soothing my crazed libido for a brief second. “C’mon now,” she murmured, stroking my angry cock ultra-slowly with her soft hands, then thrusting her mouth quickly over the glans. She repeated that movement two dozen times, all the while gazing into my eyes, then laid the crown in the middle of her tongue and jacked me so slowly I thought my heart would burst.
My nuts did instead. The first blast of cum shot directly into Maureen’s open mouth and she grabbed my hips, engulfing as much of my prick as she could. I yelled as each volley left my body and she swallowed every one, mumbling “Mmmm-hmmm! Mmmm-hmmm! Mmmm-hmmm!” Finally I was spent…finished…and giggled at my complete feeling of helplessness. I looked down at Maureen and she cleared her throat of any residue, murmuring wryly, “I’ll never understand some men. Give them the blow job of the century and all they do is chuckle.”
I awoke around dawn, and we were roughly in the same position. Maureen’s head was on my groin and she’d drooled a blend of saliva and cum onto my pubic batch. As I looked down at her tousled hair, I felt a horny stab in my groin, then a guilty feeling in my head, then another series of glandular palpitations as my morning hard-on began to take shape under her cheek. “Good morning,” I whispered, as her eyelashes fluttered and she groaned, rolling off of me onto the bed. I immediately assumed that she wasn’t a morning person, since she’d curled into a half fetal position with her back to me. Undaunted, I spooned behind her, nestling my hardened prick in the tight opening at the nexus of her legs. I slipped slowly forward to feel her moist labia against my cock head.
“Nnnn, Nick…lemme sleep,” she plead, whining in a girlish voice. I didn’t answer, but instead reached over her and cupped a breast in one hand, teasing lightly at its nipple, causing her to moan. “Please, honey, I can’t even kiss you I taste so bad.” At last she was awake, and I wasn’t to be denied! “Ohhh!” she gasped, as I slipped from behind her and laid her on her back, kneeling between her lovely tan legs and gazing down at the dew drops of nectar that had gathered on her snatch. She anticipated what I was going to do and muttered, “You dirty little boy. God only knows where you’ve been all my life!” and pulled me down by the arms until her hands had grasped my head. I looked at her and she appeared more excited than I’d seen her since arriving. Her green eyes were ablaze. She was hyperventilating in anticipation of my mouth on her, and her tan lower tummy – just over her womb – was trembling as if a thousand sexual demons were struggling to escape its fecund confines. “Ooohhhhh?!” she whined, as I poised my mouth over her vulva, breathing hotly onto her mound and spreading her thick pubic hair to reveal her pinkness. “Niiiiickyyyyyy!” she yelped, as my tongue lapped at her from rectum to clit and back again. I gave her fifty licks in half as many seconds, causing her to mewl and pull my face into her crotch as my twisting tongue screwed into her syrupy insides.