Dolly, using her dainty left hand, gently stroked the length of my prick and on reaching it's zenith, spied a droplet of my seed appear at the tip. I pursed my lips and waited tensely to see what would transpire. I say this because women tend to react differently to the actions of a man's prick. While almost all but the most jaded are somewhat fascinated by this wondrous instrument, they each go about handling one differently.
That Dolly was no stranger to a man's pride and joy was evident from the manner in which she welded my bat at this moment. As I said, she spied a drop of moisture oozing from my cockhead and dipped her head down just a little so that her red tresses fell over my manhood. Then, turning her head slowly from side to side, she dragged her hair back and forth across my prick. This "hair bob" felt as if she were caressing my prick with a feather. It didn't take long for my prick to be buoyantly bobbing almost straight up, with much more precum oozing from its tip.
My breathing started to catch again. Dolly then flipped her head back so the hair no longer blocked the view, and just stared at my prick for a least a full minute. The admiration in her eyes, however, seemed more than was required. Was she merely admiring it? Did she have an ulterior motive? I must admit I had not the faintest clue, but I was mesmerized by her actions, or lack of any action, waiting for whatever was to happen next. So transfixed was I that I had stopped caressing Dolly's luxurious form, a pleasure in and of itself. And so when Dolly took a quick lick or'e the head of my prick, I closed my eyes and gave myself up to her wanton, lascivious mouth. She repeated her action three or four times.
I opened my eyes to watch, knowing it would add to the overall excitement. Her emerald green eyes seemed to be laughing at me. I was about to say something when Dolly ran her tongue the length of my prick, from my balls back up to the knobby top.
Once again I made to speak, but stopped as Dolly's mouth engulfed the entire knob of my prick, her tongue swirling around licking off the oozing precum that continued to seep out. I gasped aloud as Dolly commenced to take even more of me in and her tongue circled around the base of my knob and as I reveled in the sensations she was bringing about, I felt that strange urge issuing forth from my balls and I had to resist a strong urge to ram my shaft into the deepest recesses of Dolly's throat.
I had to do something other than remain passive as good as that felt. And so I urged my hips into action, thrusting forward in rhythm with Dolly's intake of my prick trying to wriggle ever deeper in her mouth.
Ah, but it seemed Dolly was a girl knew her business. She promptly placed her hand on my hip and held it in place and I did not fight it, but lay still once more. Dolly rewarded me quickly, increasing the pace of her bobbing, gradually accepting more of my member and causing me to groan with a lust I had not known before.
Mayhap my hips were stilled, but my hands were ever active, kneading her ample teats and yanking on her stiffened nipples, and Dolly could not suppress a loud moan of her own.
Our eyes met, but only fleetingly, and I beheld a licentious mirth therein. Suddenly her eyes closed and Dolly's head began to move more rapidly up and down my shaft. I could not believe the amount of my length she was absorbing without choking, for she was taking in most of my manhood with each downward lunge of her neck. I do recall . . . nay, I shall never forget, that each time her head rose up she swirled her tongue round my knob-head before taking in some much needed air and plunging down upon me like a circus sword swallower.
We both felt the increasing pulse within my prick. I tightened my buttocks wanting to make this delicious moment last as long as was possible. Dolly, obviously enjoying herself as well, slowed her bobbing and contented herself with a gentle sucking of just the knob and the ridge below it.
I was reading myself to come when Dolly rid herself of my prick, spitting it from her mouth and covered my eyes with her pendulous breasts. Before I could manage a faint protest, Dolly had gripped my prick in her hand and, mounting me, inserted it in her slit.
It can be believed; I truly thought this felt even better than her mouth had. Just as warm, perhaps warmer by a few degrees, but the snugness of her sheath around my cock was paradise itself, and I near swooned so blissful it was.
But Dolly was not being playful any longer. She was grinding her pubic bone into mine, and as she rose upward changing the angle of her descent, something I was to learn drove women wild as one's prick ravaged all sides of their cunnies, adding untold delight to the fucking.
I secured a nipple and started sucking on it, while Dolly bounced and jounced upon my rigid shaft, her face shiny with sweat from her exertions. As Dolly sank downward I felt the activation of her cunt muscles clutching, grabbing, and seizing my prick causing me to jut upward and into her farthest crannies. I glanced down and noted that my entire manhood had disappeared inside her. It was as wonderful a sight as I have ever beheld.
It seemed the room was filled with the sound of fucking. My senses were reeling --- Dolly's thighs slapping against mine; the slobbering sucks of my lips on her teat; and our mutual moans extolling our passion for one another.
Oh, the exquisiteness of it all!
Suddenly chaos reigned. Dolly let out an inarticulate scream followed by a series of what can only be spelled out as "Ugh's."
Eyes shut tight, Dolly's head whipped from side to side while her flaming red mane flew across her shoulders and then over her face as she pounded up and down on my pole. Then, with a grimace that revealed most of her teeth, a series of convulsion-like tremors shook her entire being.
"~OH~ ~OH~ ~OH~" She cried out as a lament, for her orgasm was now ravaging her torso.
I too, was close to spending. I thrust my whole body upward --- beginning with my toes, arching my pelvis as I attempted to send my prick into her womb.
I had my arms around her, trying to comfort her as well as buy a better purchase for my prick when I exploded inside her. Wave after wave roared from my balls up the tubes of my prick and pumped a tremendous amount of seed into her quim, which quickly overflowed with our mutual juices. I never heard myself, but somehow I knew that I was screaming as loudly as is possible.
Then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. All was silent as we lay entwined, not daring to move, save the occasional pant from each of us in turn. After a time I opened my eyes and took us in; our bodies reeked of the commingling of sweat and juices --- revealed to me from the flickering logs in the fire.
I began to stroke her firm bottom and Dolly purred contentedly. After a time, my manhood stirred slightly and I moved my hand between her legs. Dolly let out a course laugh and opened then wide for me and at the same time took me in hand and masturbated me to full size. My hand urged her to shift so that she drew her legs up under her, thereby presenting her cunt to my waiting fingers which promptly pried open her slit and entered her.
She moaned gratuitously.
Her hand covered mine, and then led me to her sentinel.
"Just brush over it, my love," said she. "It does make me feel as I'm in heaven above when done just right."
I did as requested and elicited another fevered moan from her lips.
"Just so . . ." Dolly purred with satisfaction. "Just so . . ."
Dolly, while enjoying my fingers' pleasuring was not about to forget me. Her hand moved faster, jerking me up and down and it felt wonderfully good.
I made to kiss her and she was upon my mouth with a vengeance --- tongue swirling round my gums and teeth; pulling back --- surging forward as though we were dueling. I moaned and she bit my lower lip. I tasted blood. Dolly's tongue licked the cut and she let loose with that lewd, coarse laugh that made me want to fuck her until she begged for mercy.
