+++ Forty-Three Minutes Ago +++
The son-of-a-bitch in the cul-de-sac behind mine wakes me up.... again.
He fires up his monster truck that's too big for his driveway. When he's home he backs it into the driveway and the giant goddam de-catted tail pipe is aimed straight at my bedroom window.
The change tray on my dresser actually rattles from the noise.
After revving the engine one too many times he puts the truck in gear and rumbles out the drive, out the cul-de-sac, and out of the neighborhood. I can hear the motherfucking thing almost until it gets to the highway.
+++ Thirty-Seven Minutes Ago +++
My phone is charging on the nightstand. It vibrates to tell me that I've received a text message.
I open the phone and select the text feature.
An "Unknown Caller" has texted me. The text reads:
"???"
I text back with a thumbs-up emoji.
I drop the phone back to the nightstand and get up and go to the bathroom. I pee and brush my teeth, then I return to the bed.
+++ Thirty-Three Minutes Ago +++
I see a brief image of a blonde-haired woman wearing a red T-shirt moving through the small stand of trees between my house and the cul-de-sac that the son-of-a-bitch lives on.
Then my old beagle bellows out a warning from the kitchen, followed by a soft indestinguishable voice.
That's followed by the tell-tale collar and tags rattling as my dog shakes his head.
He always does that when his ears get scratched.
+++ Thirty-Two Minutes Ago +++
The door to my bedroom pivots open softly.
The blonde from the woods in the red T-shirt steps quickly through the opening and quietly closes the door. She turns and gives me a soft smile.
"Hey," she whispers.
Without another word she strips off the T-shirt to reveal picture-perfect tits.
They're not impossibly large but they are impossibly symetrical.
High. Round like cantaloupe. Clearly bolted-on. They probably cost a fortune.
Her nipples are strainingly erect, centered in their areolae. Like they always are.
The T-shirt gets tossed on an arm chair beside the bed.
+++ Thirty-One Minutes Ago +++
She turns her back to the bed and unfastens the waistband to the ultra-tight shorts she's wearing. She lowers the zipper.
She pushes the shorts off of her picture-perfect ass, revealing a black lacy thong that rides incredibly high on her hips and barely covers her shaved little twat.
The shorts gets tossed onto the T-shirt.
I toss the sheet off and lay on my right side in my bed.
I'm naked.
My cock drapes off to the right side of me. It's not erect, but it's swelling. I'm enjoying the private strip show that I'm watching.
+++ Thirty Minutes Ago +++
She drops to her knees at the side of the bed.
She bends over and softly grips my penis in her right hand and directs it to her mouth.
She doesn't have time to waste.
My cock is rapidly absorbed into her tight little mouth and her tongue dances slowly, joyfully along its length... around its girth.
As my erection swells inside her mouth she tightens her lips around the edges of my cock and begins a strong sucking action, as her head pistons up and down my length. Her hand at the base twists in rhythm with her movements.
+++ Twenty-Seven Minutes Ago +++
I softly put my hand on the back of her head. It's our signal, and she pauses her oral assault of my cock.
She looks up from my cock, over my stomach, over my rib cage, into my eyes to see what's next.
I rise to a sitting position with my legs over the edge of the bed. She's on her knees, and between mine, looking up at me with a soft smile on her beautiful lips.
I beckon her to stand. Once she has, I push my hips forward and slide out of bed until my ass hits the floor.
My back is against the frame of the bed. Her hands rest on my shoulders. My thighs are outside her feet.
I reach for the waistband of the thong and pull it down over her hips, over her knees, down to her feet. She raises one foot, then the other, and the thong is tossed aside.
I then adjust her feet from between my legs to the outside of my thighs. And with both hands I pull her ass forward. Her pussy impacts my face and now MY tongue goes to work.
+++ Twenty-Six Minutes Ago +++
I am slathering her inner thighs, her labia, her inner lips with my tongue. She is widening her stance to give me better access. But the angles aren't right.
"On the bed. On your knees," I command. And she complies.
I then lay on the bed and slide my head through the triangle her legs make. I pull her hips down and her pussy engages fully with my lips, my tongue, my breath, my mouth.
"Oh, fuck," she whispers as she sits on my face. "You're gonna make me cum."
And, yes, she will cum. Quickly.
Because I'm good at this.
+++ Twenty-Two Minutes Ago +++
She's at her apex. Her thighs are shaking. Her toes are curled. My face is drenched from the pussy juices that have been leaking out over it. She's crying out in rhythmic, spastic, vocalizations as she writhes against my mouth. Against my face.
"Oh! Fuck!! Shit!! Jesus!! Urrrnnnhhh!!"
I take the index finger on my right hand and drag it through some of her pussy juice on my chin. Then I carefully press that finger against her bulging clit and apply soft, but increasing pressure.
And she crests the peak to her orgasm. Everything starts shaking. Her stomach is quivering. Her hands grab my head and pull it hard into her crotch. Her whole body is pulsing against my mouth.
"Fuck!! OH, FUCK!! YES!!! I'M CUM...!! UUUUNNNHHH!!!"
She needs to collapse onto the bed. I extract my head from her crotch and get to my feet to assist.
+++ Twenty Minutes Ago +++
My cock is raging. It always does when I eat a woman's luscious pussy out to her orgasm.
I help her lay back on the bed. Her ass is at the edge of the mattress and I grab her ankles and put them on my shoulders, one on each side of my head.
Her orgasm is still pulsing through her loins. Her cries are still ringing off my bedroom walls.
I position my cock against her swollen pussy lips and I push into her. Swiftly. I'm to the hilt on the first thrust. I move my hands to the bed for leverage. And I begin to fuck her pussy hard and fast.
I fuck the orgasm right out of her.
Her stomach stops convulsing. Her toes uncurl.
But she's still stimulated because my dick is pumping inside her.
Her next orgasm is already beginning.
Her breathing changes from not being able to breathe to soft moans as I move in and out of her.
+++ Sixteen Minutes Ago +++
I stop fucking her and I climb onto the bed. I lay on my back, my head on a pillow. My cock is rigid... pulsing. I haven't cum. Yet.
She climbs on top of me and straddles my groin. She reaches behind her and finds my cock. She presses it against the lips of her love hole and slides down over me. Her legs are folded at the knee and rest against my hips.
This is a favorite position for both of us.
Her pussy is so fucking tight. She grips my cock with her pussy as she moves up and down. This girl must have invented "lips that grip." She flexes her cunt muscles and that adds a whole different sensation as she moves. Then she sits still and roils her pelvis against mine.
And I fill her up, or so she says.
"Fuck... you're so fucking big!" she whispered to me the other werk. "You're bigger today than you've ever been!"
The son-of-a-bitch has a super-loud and expensive truck, apparently to compensate for a tiny dick. He doesn't know how to use it well... or at least as well as I use mine.
Or so she says.
"Nobody fucks me like you do," she'll moan into my ear while she writhes beneath me.
This is also our position for pillow talk. She's above me, controlling the pace and depth of our fucking. I keep her arousal level up by pinching her nipples as she rocks gently back and forth on my cock.
"Tell me again what I do for you," I instruct her softly.
"Well, you eat me out," she replies in her soft, rich alto-range voice. "And, every time you eat me... EVERY time... I cum."
Her nipples are rolling between my fingers and her eyes are starting to get droopy. I slide my feet toward my ass and raise my knees up behind her to give her something to lean against. And she does.
"What else do I do for you?" I continue.
"Well, then you fuck me," she whispers. "And you let me cum."
I softly stroke her clit with the fleshy part of my thumb while her pussy is wrapped around my cock. I feel the twitching from inside her. She starts to wriggle her pussy against my cock.
"You don't cum with him?" I whisper, even though I know her answer.
"No," she replies through a panting breath. "He's always finished before me. He never even gives me a CHANCE to cum.
"But you let me cum as many times as I want." she replies softly. "Like.... like... now..."
She's moved her feet so they're flat against the bed. She starts to push against them to raise and lower her pussy against my cock. I continue to softly stroke her clit. My other hand re-engages with a nipple. Her head rolls back over my knees and her long blond hair tickles my ankles.
"Sometimes you MAKE me cum," she whimpers. "Even when I didn't even know that I wanted to."
"Oh, god..." she pants.
She's fully on her feet now, crouched over me. Her hands are on my chest supporting her weight. Her legs are pumping up and down. Her pussy grips my cock. My hands are back on her tits. Squeezing... fondling.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she moans softly. "Mmmmmmm... ffffuuuucccckkkkkk...."
"Sometimes," she whispers through racing breath, "...those are the BEST times. The BEST cums..."
And then her next orgasm crests. Her legs are still supporting her and they begin to shake. She collapses down over me and I feel her groin muscles pulse, and pulse, and pulse, and pulse.
It was a strong orgasm for her. But at the same time it was softer... more internal.
She's still in pillow talk mode.
"Sometimes... not very often... I DO cum when he fucks me," she whispers. "But most times when that happens, it's because I'm pretending that it's YOU who's fucking me instead of him."
+++ Nine Minutes Ago +++
She lays on top of me, catching her breath. Her head is on my shoulder, turned away from mine. She's looking to my left to the window that looks out to her house.
That's where I stow the wheelchair, and it catches her eye.
"Tell me that story again," she whispers softly.
I know exactly the story she's talking about. She's heard it many, many times before.
"I was at one of the home stores," I begin softly. "The big box ones.
"They weren't following their safety protocol. The new kid was on the aisle next to the one I was on. He was lifting a pallet of cement bags to the top shelf with a forklift.
"He set it too far to my side and it tipped over. It landed right on top of me.
"I was in the hospital for months. They got everything working, but my neurology is fucked up. Things only work for a brief period of time.
"I can walk... but not far. I can stand... but not for long.
