Don walked home in the rain, feeling the cold drops hit him in the face carried by the wind, assaulting him. He trudged on knowing that at the end of his journey, SHE awaited him. Juanita was the finest women he had ever had and she said often the same about him, of course not referring to him as a woman. The sex had been incredibly intense, porno movie intense. It was almost as if they were being directed by a genius of porn. But nay, it was all them.
Don walked in the door and found Juanita sitting on the couch in front of the fire. In the background he could hear Vietnamese folk music softly playing, filling the room with a harsh yet somewhat soothing soundtrack. She wore only an eye patch over her left breast. He was perplexed yet, he learned early on to question nothing of this minx.
"There you are my lover. Why the delay?" she purred in her oh so sexy way; her voice soft yet demanding.
"I was delayed due to the weather, inability to get a taxicab, my need to visit a bathroom and the lack of an easily accessible one." He replied, adding, "But I am here now, my love and willing to do your bidding. Command me my sweet and I shall obey."
Juanita stood. The fire gave her skin an orange glow. The warmth was inviting as was her body. She instructed Don to disrobe and kneel by the roaring flames. She had added a few logs just to be sure it was hot enough to comfort him. As he knelt, she rubbed a towel over his head and shoulders. He was unsure if the fire or her flesh gave off more heat towards his skin.
As she patted him dry, she kissed his head. Then she knelt behind him and kissed his shoulder as she dried his lower back, chest and genitals.
"Your hands are like those of a surgeon or sculptor. So precise, so skilled and yet tender and kind. I adore you mon petite chou." He leaned back and rested his head upon her soft shoulder.
"You are the warmth of a summer day. The sun shining through the clouds of despair," she replied.
As she dried his manhood, she could feel it begin to grow a bit. She chuckled slightly and kissed his forehead. She continued, "When we are together, life is like an ornate tapestry; large, well worn yet, so familiar and beautiful." Then she dropped the towel and gently grasped his slowly growing member.
"Take me, oh darling, take me as you've never taken me before," he whispered.
As she caressed his phallus, she replied, "You're penis, it becomes engorged with blood, making it rigid. It beckons me, yearns for me."
Don let out a breath, a sigh, a slight cough, "Sorry." Then he added, "My cock is at your command oh beloved one. Use it as you see fit. Do not hesitate to use it, abuse it or love it. My cock is YOUR cock."
As the blood continued to stream into it, it took some from the upper head and Don became just a bit dizzy. Juanita sensed this and had him lay back on the bearskin rug, resting his head on the head of the deceased and once mighty bruin. His member was now standing tall and erect, pointing towards the ceiling with such a splendor that Juanita gasped. As often as she had seen it, each time was like the first. There it stood, all 11 1/3 inches of pure manhood. She gazed, a tear forming in the corner of her eye, saliva gathering in the base of her jaw. Her heart quickened its beating as she grasped the girth of the turgid member with both hands So big, so inviting and yet, intimidating.
"Does my erection scare you, oh sweetest of the sweet?" Don asked, knowing it did not and yet loving the game.
"Oh, how could I have ever lived so long without you and your massive warrior of love. This Goliath of a cock fills me emotionally with excitement and awe even before it fills me physically. The shaft is so perfect, the head terrifyingly ample. Oh, oh dear sweet Don, you are so kind and loving and generous to share such a thing of beauty with a beast such as myself." Juanita hung her head in abject shame. She was not a raving beauty. On a scale of one to ten, Don had to admit she would never rate more than an eight, but her daring and her adventurousness more than made up for her lack of true loveliness. Ah, the sacrifices he had made over the years, but he would, nay could never consider Juanita a 'sacrifice'. She was an exploit.
Don slipped his finger under her chin and brought her eyes up to his. "There, there. Never call yourself a beast. No, you are as comely as any woman I have ever known, apart from Zelda who frankly was...." He caught himself and went on saying, "You are a vision; a true work of art for the ages. Now my dearest, blow me!"
Juanita's tear dripped upon Don's chest as she smiled knowing how sincere he truly was. She leaned forward and wrapped her tender lips around his swollen member. Her mouth felt so good against the tender skin of his rigid pecker.
"Ah, that's it, you're very talented. That use of your tongue is worth its weight in gold. Take in what you can, I know it's a lot, but do what you can do. Yes, woman, lube it up for me, fan the flames of my desire with your hot wet mouth." Don was caught up in the moment. He continued, "Oh heavenly creature, your lips, your tongue, the skill of your hands are working in true concert with one and other. I am experiencing ecstasy in its truest form."
She continued for several minutes, following his instructions, loving his compliments and living for the moment. He continued to instruct her, "Do not forget the boys, my testicles, the scrotum, love me there as well. Do not neglect them for they too need love. Fondle them, gently squeeze them, but, ah, not too hard for they are tender."
Juanita didn't really need instructions of any kind. She had made love to Don enough times to know what he did and did not like and she had a memory like a steel trap. Though each time did seem new and exciting, once she got into the groove, it was like she went on autopilot, but though she went through the motions, it wasn't like she was SIMPLY 'going through the motions'. She was enjoying the ride, like a train on a track. Where she was going was predetermined and yet, the thrill of that ride was all that mattered. Oh, of course now and then she would change something up, it was what kept him coming back, over and over, but it was the constancy that felt so right, so familiar and comfortable.
Then, she stopped. She kissed her way up his belly to his chest. She kissed his neck and then his lips, sharing just a slight taste of pre-cum on his lips. He didn't shudder or gag, he sucked her tongue between his lips and returned her kisses, passionately.
"You owe me oral," she whispered with a smile on her face. He smiled back and got up onto his hands and knees. She pushed him back down and said, "No, baby, I'm taking a seat, right here." She put her finger on his lips and then straddled his face, lowering her mound onto his waiting mouth.
