I loved feeling Don's tongue against my pussy. He would gently stroke my clit with it, then run it along the length of my hairless slit, hard, like his cock did just before it penetrated me. The tip of his tongue would tease its way into my inner folds, then back to my clit again, and he'd turn gentle again, teasing, coaxing my trembling body ever closer to a climax.
I felt my pussy gushing as he sucked my engorged clit, gently tugging it between his lips, then stroking it again with his tongue, then pulling it back into his mouth, then his tongue, then his lips, back and forth until I worried my moaning would wake the kids. My muscles stiffened as she felt an orgasm building. I tensed every muscle in anticipation.
Then he stopped. The son of a bitch always knew just the right moment to back off, just when I was soooo close, just when I was desperate to be pushed over the edge. My clit cried out for more attention, but his tongue was probing my hole, an inch of it poking inside of me, reminding me that, soon enough there's be 9 inches of hard cock taking its place, stretching out me cunt from me labia all the way to me cervix.
I trembled in anticipation of that feeling, that feeling of being completely full, of having him inside of me completely, deeper than any man had ever been. I lived for that feeling. I had had plenty of cocks in me before I was married, and I worried that, after years of marriage and two kids, my sex life would settle into the kind of dull routine my married friends bitched about.
But Don made sure that wouldn't happen. His cock never got tired of my pussy, and I knew that, as much as I loved my kids, and married life, and my career, I was never happier than when Don's big cock was buried in my snatch. But first things first. I needed to come, and I needed it badly.
"Please," I moaned. But his tongue had moved down to my asshole, and he was circling my little pink rosebud as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I wondered if he'd fuck my asshole too. I didn't mind anal, but I'd much rather have his cock in my cunt. He knew that. But I couldn't say no to him, no matter what he wanted to do. He knew that too.
"Please," I said again. "I need to come. I need it so bad."
He ignored me, engaged as he was with firmly pushing the tip of his tongue into my asshole.
"Don, please." Then a pause. "I'll do whatever you want. Just make me come."
He lifted his head. We had played this game many times before. He'd get me worked up until I was begging to be his slave, offering to do anything in exchange for the earth-shattering orgasm we both knew he could give me. No matter what he demanded, I always ended up enjoying it.
"Take me bareback," he said, as he slid a finger into my ass. We knew this was a dangerous game. My husband and I had agreed that two kids was enough, and we knew from past experience I got pregnant easily. At 36, I felt like I was too old for the pill, so we used condoms. Most of the time. But taking a risk was a huge thrill, and the times I'd used the withdrawal method hadn't put me back in the maternity ward so far.
"Tell me." He said, as a second finger joined the first inside my asshole.
"I want to feel your cock inside me," I panted. "I want to feel your sperm deep inside of me."
We both knew he'd have to pull out, but we both got worked up thinking about the alternative.
"How deep?" he demanded. Deeper than anyone's ever been, I thought.
