This is a continuation of a fan-inspired series that chronicles the adventures a young couple who explore the limits of their sexuality with unpredictable results. The story has evolved from the first person perspective of the husband, Paul, to the adventures of his wife, MaryJane, (MJ) as she discovers the true depths of her sensuality.
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The scene opens in Lymon's bedroom. He and MJ are lying on his round bed. It's early morning and the California sky is clear and bright beyond the terrace. She's asleep, wrapped in red, silk sheets. He's putting a remote down on the curved nightstand beside his bed. He rolls over to MJ and caresses her thigh. She stirs a little and he kisses the top of her head, pausing to inhale the scent of her hair.
He scoots out of bed and strolls naked to the wall of windows that looks onto the terrace. He admires the ocean view for a minute and then turns to admire MJ.
Her sensual curves are provocative even under the sheets -- maybe more so. The silk clings to her round ass, tiny waist and the curve of her breasts. He touches his stomach and chest with his left hand, stroking his penis with his right. MJ stirs some more and rolls on to her back. He moves over to stand beside the bed and touches an exposed foot. She's awake; her eyes are nearly closed but focused on his semi-hardness. Smiling, she reaches for him and pulls him closer to her face.
He closes his eyes and hisses with pleasure as she blows softly on his swollen purple head and kisses it. Her tongue snakes out to taste the soft flesh and he gets harder still. She's really into it -- tonguing and teasing that nasty treat!
He runs his hands through her hair, pausing to caress her ears. She's clearly enjoying this and smiles up at him as she takes the glistening head between her lips, sucking it lightly. She grips the base his cock really tight while her thumb strokes the ridge. Her other hand cups his balls and runs a finger up to his asshole. He traces her ears lightly with his fingers and takes each lobe between his thumb and forefinger, gently pulsing them. During the past couple of days he's explored this woman's body and found those spots that really turn her on. Her ears and neck are two places and he's found some more.
Lymon is quite taken by MJ; she is, after all, only twenty-four and quite a fine piece of ass. As good a fuck as he'd ever had and maybe the best! And he had, in his day, fucked and sucked with the best, on the best. At least he'd thought so but here he was entertaining this juicy slice. He wanted to savor every moment with her and he was! He was giving her the benefit of his experience; he'd spent half his life in front of a camera learning howta make 'em holla! He'd sure made this one holla! Damned if he didn't! She was special. She was bringing out the best in him, so it was the least he could do for her.
He pulled her off his cock, leaned down and kissed her. She was flushed and hot from his touch and tasted nasty. He took a breast in each hand and kissed his way down to one nipple and then the other -- kissing and gently nipping each one. They were as big as his thumbs -- perfect little cylinders of pink flesh.
She exhaled deeply and said his name. He sucked each one and began to caress them gently with those experienced fingers. He kissed her deep as she moved to his touch. She sucked on his tongue and continued to squeeze him in concert with the number he was playing on her nips. He pinched them, one at a time, harder and harder. She moaned on his tongue, gripping his cock like a vise! Her eyes rolled back and her breathing was harsh and ragged. Her body's response was a series of involuntary spasms. She was definitely on the way.
He turned her around and continued his assault on her nipples. He sucked on her ear lobes and whispered to her: "Play with your clit, yeah, that's right; while I fuck your sweet, tight ass!"
