I continued my tongue travel down her body, swirling her belly button (she had an innie), and going right to the pleasure pot...her womanhood. The vagina had become enlarged. As I licked her hood, it opened up (just like Janet's). I proceeded to give her clitoris a treat to make it hard and willing to accept me.
Agnes was beginning to moan and sigh...the sigh every woman makes when she is aroused. I know it wouldn't be much longer, but I had another treat for her. I said, "Agnes, I love you and I want to give you an experience not too many woman get from their lovers." She replied, "Take my body, and do anything you want. Rape me, fuck me...have your way with me. I submit to your passion and love." Upon hearing that, I had her turn around and bend over. "YES COCKMASTER."
I had her bend forward and hold tight to the back part of the chaise. As she did this, I went down completely on my knees. I proceeded to run my tongue from her ankles, up her calf, and to her asshole. AGNES WAS REALLY BEING TURNED ON. I could feel it. My tongue darted around and around the rim of her ass, then I put in and out of her hole (something I love to do). Around and around he goes, where he stops, only she knows.
After about five minutes of this sheer delight, both of us were wild with passion. I raised myself up to mount her. I was aware of the sun beating down on us, and even the birds were softly chirping. The pine trees were whispering their song of love to us, as they bent to and fro in the afternoon breezes.
As I stood up, I was sobbing in the ecstasy of my love for her. She was saying, "Peter, I love you and I want you to live me NOW. I want you and I to orgasm together." I was ready to mount my blood gorged shaft in her, but paused momentarily to secure a condom. Agnes said, "don't worry hon, I can't get pregnant. I want to feel your meat in my love tunnel."
