Finally, she pushed away and stood up. She said, “Wait for me; I’ll be right back,” and disappeared into the bathroom.
I groped my way towards the bed, but before I got there, she returned, looking fresh as a daisy but completely nude. She plopped sideways on the big king-sized bed in a sitting position and held out her arms to me. Her feet were still on the floor. “Okay, big boy. It’s your turn. Let’s see if you are as good as Sarah said you are.”
I dropped my robe, went to her, and kissed her full lips. My tongue darted in and out of her mouth, simulating what it would like to do to her pussy later. When I moved down to her breasts, she laid back and pushed them out proudly to me by pressing her upper arms together. I kissed and sucked on each nipple, suckling like a baby, exploring the areola with my tongue. Still using my tongue, I left a wet trail from her tits, down her stomach to the hairless mound just above the flower of her womanhood.
I could feel a shudder go through her body when I kissed the petals of her flower. My tongue inserted between the delicate petals brought a low moan and a succession of involuntary twitches. Her hands were on the back of my head, demanding that I go deeper into her aromatic oasis. Her flower was exuding delicious nectar that I lapped at greedily.
The more I lapped, the wider she spread her legs and the harder she pushed on the back if my head. I could tell by her whimpers she was fast approaching the first of what I hoped would be many orgasms. She was now writhing with each stroke of my tongue. I brought my hand up and inserted my finger into her, just below where my lips had captured and were sucking on her clitoris. The reaction was immediate; she let out a low-pitched moan that slowly increased in pitch and crescendo. Within a few seconds she was wailing and she had clamped her legs together hard, capturing my head. It was all I could do to withdraw my hand.
When I finally got loose and looked up, her eyes were closed, and she was gasping for breath. I lay alongside of her and, ignoring the moisture on my face, kissed her again. This time her kiss lacked the earlier fire, and she was almost docile. Her eyes flickered open, and she said, “I’ve never had an orgasm quite like that. Sarah didn’t begin to prepare me for something that complete. I want you to make love to me, but I must wait a minute so I can catch my breath.”
I didn’t mind. Right now, I wasn’t sure I could perform either. I went into the bathroom and washed my face and hands. By the time I returned, she was curled into a fetal position and fast asleep. I crawled in and, spooned tight against her naked body, joined her in dreamland. And, boy, did I dream.
“Wake up. Your hard dick is poking me in the ass. If you want to do that, let me get on my hands and knees. I really don’t like anal sex but you can do it in my pussy from behind.”
It sounded like a winner to me, so — with her on her hands and knees on the bed and me standing on the floor behind her — I slowly pushed my newly erected pole into her box. I was holding on to her hips and, by pushing her back and forth, was causing her slippery cunt to slide over my sensitive meat. I would slowly withdraw and, with a quick motion, suddenly drive my shaft all the way up to my balls in her velvet container.