A big thank you to Nicole for editing my story. The story doesn't have much character development - it's mainly action. It's explicit and doesn't seek to be anything more than it is - a fantasy without much explanation. Constructive comments are welcome but disparaging remarks will be deleted.
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Gordon peered in carefully for a better view of her pussy. The wonderful scent of Michelle's sexual desire thundered into not only Gordon's nostrils, but his tiny penis as well. As was so often the case, he nearly spurted right then and there.
Steeling himself for more than he could normally handle, he affectionately explored the swollen and engorged flesh of Michelle's inner vaginal lips. Strangely he felt exhausted before he had even had started.
He could wonder at the glistening moisture beaded on her dilated lips, decorating her inviting budding clitoris. Once again she was so looking forward to receiving the passionate adventures she so carefully instigated with her inept husband. Why did she bother?
"Are you just going to stare at what you love so much, or are you going to feast on what I know you don't deserve?" asked Michelle, a note of incredible desperation for satisfaction in her voice.
Gordon tried his best to impersonate a passionate wide grin, delighted at the sexual hunger he had garnished in her again tonight. Slowly he began teasingly. Licking and kissing his way up from below her knees right up along her inner thighs. She was gratified that at least tonight he was alternating left and right.
As he finally reached the ultimate juncture of her parted thighs, he halted to soothingly blow on the sexually charged inner folds of her flesh. Michelle was so desperate for something to tenderly stimulate her burning need.
"Now, please! Please, Gordon! Do it." she yelped at him.
"Yes darling, I always aim to please you," he softly replied.
Gordon used his lips and tongue to harshly lick her inner lips from the very bottom to the cliff top of her pulsating nub of erotic nerves. Rewarded for his efforts, her resultant gasp of sensual pleasure thrilled him. Michelle smiled and clenched her fists as Gordon began nibbling on her satisfied clit.
Michelle's passion engrossed her as she pulled his face happily against her moist craving flesh with both her taunt hands. That really pleased him even more than he had expected. Finally, he slowly guided his right hand towards its fleshy goal, and began to carefully play with her neglected but now stiff right nipple.
Absent-mindedly his other hand gently caressed the left side of the soft flesh along her lower back and inviting buttocks. Michelle was pleased with Gordon's efforts tonight which was unusual given his normal inattentiveness when it came to satisfying her.
As Gordon worked his thirsty tongue in and out of her delicious slit, while firmly suckling on her engorged clit for several minutes, he could feel her lovely body start to tense in anticipation, and her pussy instigated its quest to clench its hardness full of exploding cream.
He mistook the knowing change of her desire, and initiated instead the insertion of his two moistened fingers into her inviting vagina, working those digits of travelling pleasure to the rhythm of his tongue slurping and his lips suckling her desperately passionate body.
"Gordon,... Oh yes, Gordon, Please... I... I think, Yes I'm really gunna squirt..." she quickly panted, pressing her searching hands even more firmly against the back of his sweating head.
Not wanting to interrupt his rhythm of his ministrations or stem her gushing release, he simply rubbed his nose against her in a manner to indicate he understood. Nothing now could stop him as he continued his driven nibbling, firm suckling, tense tongue-fucking and finger-fucking of her wonderfully worshipped and over active passionate pussy.
Gordon always tried his best, like the good husband he was seen as by his friends. Then it was upon her, crashing into her knowing mind, her pussy began to spasm around his fingers, as the pleasure engrossed her.
"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, yes, Gordon, don't stop, more, more, more," she begged him loudly, proclaiming the flooding orgasm that gushed out of her.
Gordon tried to continue to suck her and plunge his fingers into her until she was begging him to stop, but he was drowning in her flood of passion. She did want a little more, well actually a lot more, but Gordon's ineptness caused him to stop rather than her fading passion causing her to push him away.
Typically Gordon came up smiling, his face coated with the evidence from her sensual feminine juices mixed in with his own startled saliva. It was as it ever was for Michelle, good but never fabulous, like a snack rather than a gorging of burning orgasmic finality.
As she came down from her normal high, Michelle smiled but lied, "You, my gorgeous Gordon, are indeed a cunning linguist."
"And you, my mysterious Michelle, are one delectably horny and passionately responsive princess," he panted in exhaustion.
In contrast, she secretly wondered if there was someone out there that had a skilled cock to really satisfy her wildfire of lustful passion for rolling orgasms. She let out a small sigh.
Michelle looked down to wonder at the smallness of Gordon's erect penis. Thankfully, feasting on Michelle's insatiable pussy had pleasingly heightened the intensity of his erection. She hoped it might create such pleasure but longed for something so much larger to fill her.
"Would you be happy with a hand job?" she ventured to inquiry of him.
