Ann: A Love Story Ch. 02

I slowly worked my way down her voluptuous physique, spending a little time licking and nibbling around her breasts. I loved the way Dawn reacted when I sucked and bit at the fleshy underside of each. It was another button that I found she loved to have pushed; one I don't think she knew existed.

Trailing down her hard stomach, I made another brief stop at her navel. I love an 'innie', since is gives you another place to delve a tongue into, and it can become a tiny reservoir for cum to pool in if your aim is true enough. Dawn moaned a little as I clamped down and sucked hard; letting her know that she would likely be getting that treatment somewhere a little lower.

And lower I went. I spent almost a half hour making love to Dawn's southern hemisphere. It was a deliberate and tantalizing assault, filled with peaks and valleys. I would bring her close to orgasm, and then back away to let her cool just a little. I became very intimate with her pink little rosebud, tonguing deep into her back side as I tilted her pelvis to reach deeper. I couldn't tell if Dawn had a lot of experience with back door play, but she really went wild over the sensations.

After keeping Dawn on the edge for so long, I relented to her almost constant mewling for release. I dug my tongue through her dripping crevice, using my lips to create friction to her labia. I kept one hand on her lower abdomen, rubbing her mound just where it started to curve downward to where I was working. My other hand caressed her left buttock; my touches light and smooth.

Feeling Dawn start to buck her hips, physically begging me to let her climax, I slipped my face upward that fraction of an inch that matters and latched on to her clit.

"Oh God, lover! I'm cumming!"

Her announcement was breathless, and I realized even then that they were the first words either of us had spoken since we had entered the house. My reward was swift and sweet, literally. It wasn't what I would call a flood, but it certainly was a raging river of her intimate internal delicacy. Dawn filled my mouth, and then some, and I was privileged to swallow what she offered me.

Any man that is unwilling to seek out the pure personal gratification of making a woman cum with his mouth is, in my opinion, not really a man. The experience of tasting and swallowing the culmination of that effort is exhilarating, and with Dawn, it was one of the most satisfying experiences of my life. If we had decided to stop at that moment, I would have been totally content.

Dawn thought differently though, as she pulled at me to get me to join her at the head of the bed. I was met with another round of kissing. She took great delight in licking and savoring the taste of her cum from my mouth, chin, cheeks, and even parts of my neck. The guy who first coined the phrase 'sucking face' to describe making out must have had a similar experience in mind.

"God, that was amazing, Neil. I've never had anybody eat me like that. I...I"

Dawn's eyes said the words she couldn't find as they locked onto mine. The smile on my face let her know she didn't have to speak to let me know how she felt.

Wanting to reciprocate, Dawn flipped me on my back. She wasn't as patient as I had been, taking my rigid cock in her hands and stroking it as she quickly moved down my body. And that was okay. We seemed to have a great read on each other, and neither one of us felt the need for any more extended foreplay.

Dawn took me in her mouth again, and with more room and better access than we were provided in the car, she took me deep into her throat. It wasn't quite a full deep throat; she seemed to have a little problem with my thickness, but she got close. Her intent wasn't to get me off again. She was just priming my pump a little to let me know she too was very orally gifted. I already knew that, but I appreciated her desire to show me more of her repertoire.

Pulling up, Dawn smiled and I nodded as she straddled my body and lined up my cock with her pussy. I looked down, and in the flickering light, I could see her protruding pussy lips spread like a blooming flower. The head of my cock touched her, and she closed her eyes. I reached up and softly touched those two hot buttons on the underside of her tits, and Dawn let out a little cry of pleasure as she let her body drop.

As our shaved groins met, I sighed. I hadn't realized I had taken such a deep breath in anticipation, and the air came rushing out of my lungs. Even though I had technically already been inside her, this felt like the first time. The mood, the atmosphere, the moment; all of them came crashing together, and I felt a little shiver run through me. My cock pulsed a little, and Dawn reacted by opening her eyes and biting her lower lip; an almost naughty glint in her eye. Dawn rode me, slowly at first, but building steam as she went. She leaned down, and we hugged as she moved her backside up and down over me. Five minutes became ten, and she neared another orgasm. She lifted herself up, placing her hands on my chest. I lunged upward when she toyed with my nipples, pinching and rolling them with her fingers and thumbs. That lunge set her off, coating my shaft and balls as she came again.

I rolled her over and started hammering her. Dawn squealed as she realized she was going to be taken. My eyes said it.

I've always been blessed by the fact that after I cum once, I'm able to go pretty long between orgasms. And the second and occasional third times I ejaculate doesn't really show a significant decrease in semen. I usually build up a good supply, and can fire off 6 to 7 heavy shots.

Since I had cum in the car, I knew I had time. So the sexual acrobatics began, as I would hammer Dawn's pussy for a while in one position, and then change things up to add variety and different degrees of sexual heat.

When I had rolled Dawn over, we ended up in the missionary position. I like the missionary position. It gets a bad rap as being ordinary and sometimes boring. But the truth is it's the best for making love; providing that personal connection that brings two people to one better than any way I can think of. It's just not necessarily the best for pure fucking, and there is a difference.

So, we evolved. From missionary, legs were lifted; first onto elbows, and then onto shoulders. That was followed by moving forward and bending Dawn higher onto her back, increasing the angle of my cock into her cunt, and igniting a series of small climaxes. From there, I moved Dawn's left leg over my head, twisting her torso onto her right side. I remained on my knees, fucking her tightened gash from an odd angle. The way she was moaning gave me the impression that I had found one she hadn't tried before. I stayed there a little longer, before slipping my arm under her and lifting. Her body knew where to go, and we had found ourselves in the doggy position.

Most guys, and for that matter, girls, love this one because it's so primitive. And I fucked Dawn that way. Beginning with her up, almost level with her hands supporting her, I pumped, feeling my balls slap up under her, beating on her clit. A gentle push on her upper back a while later, and Dawn fell to her elbows; which was succeeded by her arms out in front of her body, her face on the bed turned to her right.

Dawn came again. Her nipples dragging on the silk sheets as I pulled her hips into me. She had her eyes clamped shut; soft grunts escaping past her lips on every powerful entry into her tight pussy.

Finally, I rolled us both over, landing onto our left sides. Dawn's left leg was straight down in line with mine. I took her right and held it at the knee, bringing it high over us, pulling it back ever so slightly to open her wider. I had my right foot on the bed with my knee bent, trying to provide better leverage to push forward. I saw Dawn draw her right calf backwards, and she pointed her foot again. Her left foot was interlocked with mine, stroking my instep and lower leg. It was an oddly erotic caress, and it made my balls tighten.

My cock grew inside her, a habit it has just before I explode. It builds up pressure; like a hose about to burst.

"I'm going to cum, lover!" I said, warning Dawn.

They were MY first words since we came into the house. We hadn't talked about it, so I wasn't sure. Dawn knew what I meant, and eased my concerns.

"Cum inside me, babe! We're safe."

I loved the fact it wasn't her that was safe. It was us. Her phrasing perfectly described it. At that moment, we were together. And while we both knew this was only a brief encounter we would share, WE were sharing it. It was also nice to know from her statement that she was on the pill, and there would be no lasting regret we'd have to deal with later.

I did as Dawn asked, unloading spurt after glorious spurt of hot spunk into her. Dawn let out another squeal, and her body jerked as she joined me with one last orgasm. I could feel her vaginal walls milking my cock. Lowering her leg, I stayed inside her, not wanting that closeness to end.

I put my arm over her, pulling her to me tighter. Our breathing was in unison, heavy at first, but becoming deeper and calmer as the seconds became minutes, and then moments. We drifted off to sleep together, staying in that last climatic position.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Mmmmmm. You're insatiable, Neil. God, your cock feels so hard again," Dawn said after I had cupped her breast.

Her right hand had joined mine to guide me to what she wanted. As she helped me pinch her nipple, her left hand reached below and played teasingly with the head of my throbbing cock. I let out a little sigh of relief as I enjoyed her playful fingers go about their work; a sigh that did not go unnoticed.

"Are you okay, lover?" Dawn asked, turning her head slightly to look over her shoulder.

"Yeah. I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. You don't know how long it's been since I've been in this position."

"I'd say it's been since we fell asleep," she said teasing me.

Dawn knew I meant more than that. But she wasn't going to pry. I shared, because I wanted her to know how special she made me feel at that moment.

"I mean, I've missed waking up like this. I've kind of been obsessing about it lately. Just being with you like this has made me feel whole again. I...I..."

Dawn rescued me from my emotional moment, like a great teammate picking up another who was about to fall short of the mark. "Me too, lover. I love the feel of a man wanting me so much he can't let go. And it's been too long for me too. I'm sure it's not as long as you, but I can sort of relate. God, Neil, I feel so warm and safe in your arms."

Dawn had lifted me up, my heart soaring around the room with the current stirred by the ceiling fan. The fucking was over for now. It was time to make love, and we both knew it.

Dawn lifted her right leg again, letting me grab it just like I had when we came together hours before. She grasped my shaft at the base and pushed it backwards just a little while she adjusted her body. Feeling the head touch her wet snatch, I eased my hips forward and slid effortlessly inside.

We both felt what the other wanted, and I pulled my body up as she twisted towards me. Dawn was very flexible, and I was easily able to duck my head just a little and bring her right ankle over it, spinning her cunt over my cock like she was impaled on a spit. We found ourselves in a modified missionary position; her left leg straight out pointing toward the corner of the bed, and her right bent at the knee, hooked on by my arm at the elbow.

I slowly started grinding into her. My cock was as deep as it could go, and I took very short strokes, only about an inch of movement either way as we started our assent towards another euphoric sexual crescendo. As the minutes passed, the strokes got longer, until I was pulling almost all the way out, and then easing my shaft back where it belonged deep inside Dawn. We kissed as I played with her nipples, and her passion intensified.

I moved up onto my knees to give myself some leverage, and Dawn lifted her left leg up and placed her foot just inside my inner thigh, pushing me into her with her ankle. I pulled back on her right leg, pulling her into me, and then moved my hands up to cradle her face as we kissed. That move allowed Dawn to wrap her legs around my body, her ankles locked together, holding me tight. Her thighs were powerful, and as much as I was pumping into her, Dawn was pulling me in deeper.

We stayed like that, kissing deeply, staring into each other's eyes. Connecting on another level; one that you can only hope to meet with someone you can call a lover. It wasn't tawdry, or superficial. Yes, we were using each other in some ways, but we were getting so much more out of it than just sex. We were healing each other.

Dawn came. It wasn't earth shattering like the ones I had given her before, but it was perfect for what we were sharing. She groaned and ran her nails down my back; her own spine arching, making her breasts thrust into my face. It was a physical invitation to bite and nibble at the precious nubs at the end of them, and I took it.

After she came, Dawn took her legs and interlocked them with mine. I stared into her eyes, and she nodded. It was her way to let me know she wanted me to cum. I picked up my pace, and she bucked her hips up into me. We met half way on each stroke, working in harmony together in the most beautiful way.

I didn't last much longer. Dawn was sucking on my nipples, and her hand trailed down my ass crack, toying with me. She was working on my hidden buttons to perfection, and out of habit, I let her know I was going to cum again. As soon as I said, it I knew what the answer was; last time. But Dawn surprised me.

"Cum on my face, lover!"

That was a first for me. I had had girls swallow, but never this. It wasn't common in the pre-internet era, before everybody and their kids had cell phones. It certainly wasn't common in the rural Midwest. I would say it was a simpler time in the late 80's but it wasn't that innocent. After all, I did have my MTV. But this was a porn film ending. I'd never had a woman request it before. I was stunned Dawn had done that. It also hooked me for life.

Dawn had me pull out, and she scooted down as she motioned me to move up toward her head. She sucked me deep, and took all of me into her mouth and throat. I held myself still and she worked her head back and forth over my shaft, until she felt my body move; felt my shaft thicken.

She pulled her mouth off and stroked me tantalizingly slow. Her eyes never left mine as she looked up at me. Dawn smiled and opened her mouth, extending her tongue. Just that little gesture of wanting to please me had me spurting all over. My sperm landed in several thick streams over her face and hair, and yet she seemed to catch a great deal on her tongue. She let out a soft giggle as I finished, and sucked the head of my cock hoping for more.

Like most guys, the head of my cock gets so sensitive after I cum that it almost hurts. The fact that Dawn refused to stop toying with it with her lips and tongue had my legs shaking so much that I fell onto my back. She rolled over onto her side and continued to clean me, spending a lot of time licking my spent balls. That made me spurt just a little more onto my stomach, and she traced her mouth up my shaft quickly to slurp it up.

I was mesmerized by what she had done. The look on my face must have given that away.

"Did you like that, lover?" Dawn asked, exploring the nuances of the obvious.

"I've never had anyone do that before."

"Well, I've never had anyone eat me like you did tonight. But you didn't answer my question. Did you like it?"

"God, Dawn...yes. You look so incredible right now. I've never seen anything so sexy in my life. I can't believe you just did that. "

Then I brought up something I shouldn't have, but I was lost in the moment. I could have totally killed everything we had built in such a short time. And yet, since we were helping each other get beyond past failures of the heart, it seemed right.

"Your old boyfriend was an idiot!"

Dawn didn't even blink. She smiled. It was like I had opened the door for us to fully mend our souls, and she knew with what I intended to say.

"For the record, yes, he was. And also for the record, I never did that for him."

"Really?"

"Yes...really."

"So why me?" I asked.

"Like I said, I've never had anyone do what you did to me. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. You tongue could be considered a concealed weapon! So, I can honestly say, your ex-wife was an idiot!"

I laughed a little.

"For the record, yes, she was! But I have to ask you, Dawn, what made you do that?"

She blushed. Even in the candlelight I could see it. "Promise you won't think less of me?" I nodded, thinking it was a ludicrous question. "I saw it on a porn tape Jill and Mark have. I watched it one night when they were gone to help me, you know..."

"My God, a gorgeous, sexy woman that plays sports like a pro; is great at sex and likes to watch porn when she masturbates. I've died and gone to heaven!"

Dawn's reaction was more blushing, followed by a sheepish smile.

"Well, when you put it like that."

"So really, Dawn, why me?" I asked again.

"Well, I have to tell you, I wasn't sure I'd ever do it. I mean, I've thought about it a lot since I watched it...like a hundred times. It turns me on to watch it, obviously. But I never thought I'd ever do it. It just seems so, I don't know; wicked, I guess. But when I saw that look in your eyes, and I thought of what you did for me, I knew I wanted to. I think I needed to. I knew then that if I was ever going to do it, it had to be with you."

Wow. My spine tingled as her explanation landed on my ears. I was truly emotional, for different reasons than I had been for what seemed like forever.

I kissed Dawn, licking my cum away from her mouth and face before we shared it together.

"See, if you're the kind of guy that would lick his own sperm off a girl's face, why shouldn't I be the kind of girl that would let you put it there in the first place?"

It was tough logic to debate. And I didn't want to. Dawn laid with me with her head on my shoulder, and I pulled the sheets up with my feet to keep us covered. I played with her nipple, tweaking it just a touch.

Dawn said, "Careful, lover, or we're going to have to go again. Why don't we sleep for a while? We've got four games tomorrow."

I had totally forgotten about softball. I really didn't care about softball. I didn't want the moment to end. I don't think Dawn did either, but she kept us grounded, knowing we had more time. We closed our eyes and held each other, our breathing again in unison. If ever I was sure that two people went to bed and were going to have the same dream, this was it. And it wasn't going to be about softball.