We didn't bother with a shower, just hopped onto the bed and I lay on my back and Janice knelt between my legs and started sucking my cock. Her tongue was everywhere, up and down the shaft, licking the knob even kissing and licking my balls.
I was quick to harden, and just when I thought she was going to finally swallow my dick, she went low again, tickling and sucking on my balls.
"I think I'll return the favor," she said as she placed my legs up onto her shoulders. A moment later she was kissing my ass, and I knew she'd be rimming me shortly.
"Oh, yes!" I groaned excitedly.
Her tongue hit dead center while jacking my cock, and when I urged her on she laughed, and then stuck her tongue up my ass.
I went through the roof. It had been years since I'd been rimmed. What's more, she continued tonguing my ass for a good five minutes while I writhed at her exquisite touches.
In fact, Janice kept me on the edge until I was ready to explode; and came to an abrupt halt to keep me at that point.
"How am I doing, Loverboy?" She hissed at me.
"Can't complain," I replied hesitantly.
"Can't complain? What the fuck?"
Of course that ended the rim job. She sat up to confront me.
Years of experience with women had taught me how to react in this type situation. That's right. I had to throw myself at her feet and plead for mercy, or she would probably walk.
Intuitively knowing words would not suffice, I pulled her tight, mashing those magnificent mammaries against my chest and I kissed her.
Yeah, I kissed her, sending my tongue into her mouth; the same mouth that had spent the last few minutes sucking out my shitter.
And let me tell you something: I recognized the taste of my shit instantaneously. I gave that some serious thought later that night. I'm pretty sure that everyone would have recognized it. If you've ever been around a baby - not a newborn - but one old enough to reach out to touch a shiny toy or the like. You'll know that once babies discover that the reason they're constantly being changed is the poop they produce, they become fascinated by it and eventually find a way under the diaper to feel and of course, sample this marvelous stuff they made that has everyone excited.
A few months later, many babies discover finger painting. Ask almost any mother. Again, if they're spreading it around, they're also sampling it by sucking some off their tiny fingers. It's one of the first things other than mother's milk, or formula they get to taste and therefore have it embedded into their psyches.
So it's little wonder one recognizes that taste as nasty, but all too familiar should one sample it as an adult.
At any rate, kissing Janice was a bold enough move on my part to earn her prompt forgiveness.
We kissed for several minutes and then I urged her to resume her attentions to my dick, asking: "Why don't you lick my cock like an ice cream cone?"
To which Janice replied: "Why don't you play with my breasts, most men would, but aside from the tittie fuck you haven't paid them any attention at all."
So I went to work on them, fondling, caressing, kissing, sucking and biting them.
Janice showed her appreciating by tickling my asshole and balls. And then she rolled off the bed, went to a rather large bag she insisted was a purse and not a pocketbook, from which she produced a thin vibrator and something smaller she called her egg.
"How do you use the egg?" I asked, although I had a damn good idea already.
"I put it up my twat and use a small remote to accelerate or slow the vibrations. I use it while walking through the Mall, or whenever I feel the need for a quick thrill or two."
"Ever give the remote to a gentleman friend while out on a date?"
She smiled lewdly at me, but didn't reply otherwise. I left it there and she got back on the bed and applied the vibrator to her pussy while I resumed playing with her tits.
A few minutes later, she grunted and said: "Fuck me, why don't you?"
She wanted to do it doggy style. That way, she could use the vibrator on her clit while I banged her from behind.
No problemo.
We went at it feveredly for the next few minutes. Janice's orgasm came first, and afterward she insisted on riding me with her back to me.
No problemo.
I love to see a lady's ass when I fuck her, and Janice had a great ass. She still had the vibrator and while she rode me really hard, she began to tease my asshole with the tip of the vibrator.
Now that was really wild! Still and all, I managed to hang on for a few more minutes. That is, until she added some saliva to the vibrator, and then worked it into my shitter.
It was just incredible. Somewhere in there, Janice had turned around and I have to say that I loved watching her tits bounce as I humped her like a maniac. At one point I thought that I'd throw her off of me. (I know, what was I thinking?) Well, I couldn't get her off; she knew exactly what she was doing.
At any rate, Janice began stabbing the vibrator into my ass and rubbing her clit like mad with her other hand. Did I mention that she also had this thing where her vaginal muscles kept clenching and releasing my dick inside her? Well, she did, and it was heavenly.
I have no idea how many times she came, but it was certainly more than the one time I did. Still and all, my explosion was one of the best I ever had. I was screaming her name and a few others as I began my ejaculation... which seemed to go on and on and on.
But all good things come to an end, and that was it for us that night.
I drove her back to her car and kissed her a few more times. We agreed to meet again three nights later for diner and some loving, and I went home and slept like a baby.
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The following afternoon I was having a decaffeinated coffee with my buddy, Jiggs, whose nickname was derived while serving in Africa during his sojourn in the good old United States Marines. As Jiggs tells it, he was captured by a warlord who used his automatic weapon to make Jiggs dance by firing it repeatedly at his feet while Jiggs hopped about hoping to avoid being hit.
He was hit in the left ankle a split second before another marine took the warlord out from two hundred yards. The warlord's men offered token resistance to the dozen marines charging into their so-called compound after their leader fell dead. At any rate, Jiggs now walks with a limp and subsists on a small pension from the military and a percentage of the profit we make from selling the ganja.
Jiggs is about 5' 8" red headed, keeps his pate clean shaven, and has an enormously long dick, he claims is close to eleven inches. I've seen it and would beg to differ, but only by an inch or so. He's an old thirty-two, and he shaves his head. But he's in excellent condition, thanks to his simper fi attitude.
I was telling him about my recent mother-daughter thing.
"You nailed them both?"
"Yeah, I did."
"They work as a team, or what?"
"No, nothing like that. The daughter's a waitress. I gave her a sample, you know? Next thing I knew we were at my place. One thing led to another and we were going at it, you know?"
"Anyway, she gets into this accident and I visit her at the hospital, and her mother shows up. We talked; she wanted to know how an old fart like me came to know her daughter.
I told her the truth... partly anyway, you know, like she's my favorite waitress. I don't know if she buys it or not, but we kept talking and I'm admiring her tits, which are to die for. Anyway, long story short, we have a couple drinks, take it over to my place and end of story.
Well, except that the mother's actually better in the sack, you know?"
"Figures," Jiggs replies after a moment.
"So what are you gonna do with the two of them?"
"I got a date with the mother later this week."
"And the daughter?"
