I Really DID Need a Vacation!

Marianne shoved her knuckles into her mouth to muffle her scream, "Kevvvvviiiiinnnnnnnnnn!"

I held her tightly, rocking her slowly as she gathered herself.

Gradually, she straightened up. She shook herself slightly, as though she were trying to clear her head. She gave me another of her award-winning smiles, which slowly changed into the sluttiest, lustiest grin I had ever seen. "Mister, you're in for it now!"

With feather-light touches, she dragged her fingers across my chest, toying with my nipples. When she lowered her hands to my abdomen, she began to kiss and lick the areas her fingertips had just pleasured. Her hands moved lower, until one was cradling my balls while the other was lightly stroking my still-hard cock. Her mouth was busy kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling on the flesh of my belly.

Marianne moved down to kneel between my legs. She held my cock at the base and dragged the leaking tip of it across her lips. Then she stared hard at me again, mesmerizing me with the fire in her dark eyes. She smiled and whispered, "Here. We. Go."

She opened her mouth and put just the head of my cock inside. Clamping her lips firmly around the corona, she started to jack me off with one hand and fondle my balls with the other, all the while furiously licking the head of my cock.

I don't have any idea how long I lasted, although it seemed like it was quite a while. All I knew was that this gorgeous, talented woman was trying to give me the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever felt.

She succeeded. When I began to cum, she looked up at me. The pure lust in her eyes made me shoot so hard I was afraid I would blow her head off.

She never broke her rhythm. As I spurted, she just kept licking and stroking, urging more and more from me. Even after I was spent, she kept on, licking, pumping, and gazing into my eyes. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled away from her, and she briefly showed me the huge mouthful she had gotten from me. She swallowed twice, licked her lips, and swallowed again.

"I think you needed that," she laughed. Then she stood up and got out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, she began to dry off. I followed her and toweled down quickly.

"Do you want some more wine?" she asked. Without waiting for my answer, she went inside. I followed her into the kitchen and stood behind her, admiring her trim, toned ass as she opened the bottle. When she turned to face me, the bottle in one hand and two fresh glasses in the other, I kissed her.

"Hold onto that stuff," I said. Then I scooped her up in my arms.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a laugh.

"It's my turn," I replied as I carried her toward the bedroom, "to taste you."

I must admit, it was a little awkward carrying a naked woman through the house while she held an open bottle of wine and two glasses, but I managed it. After I had laid her down, I took the bottle and glasses and poured us each a small drink of wine.

"A toast?" she asked.

"Sure. To what?"

"My ex-husband and your ex-girlfriend," she said.

"Why the hell would we drink a toast to them?" I asked, shocked.

"If they hadn't cheated on us, we'd still be with them, and we wouldn't be here together tonight," she grinned.

"Oh, OK, now that you explain it that way, I get it. Yes, by all means, let's drink to them," I said with a laugh. "And, we must drink to Mike, for showing us what was going on."

I sat on her bed next to her. We sipped our wine in silence for a few minutes. Then Marianne said, "Someone said that living well is the best revenge. To me, that means doing whatever I can to be happy, while trying to make others happy, too. You see, that's what makes me so different from Bob. He tried to be happy, but he didn't give a rat's ass what it did to other people." Then she laughed out loud. "Can you imagine how he would have felt if he had seen what happened in the hot tub a few minutes ago?"

I took her glass and put it on the nightstand next to mine. "I wonder what Karen would say if she could see what's going to happen next?" I kissed Marianne again, tenderly and softly this time.

"What's going to happen next?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I'll think of something." I lay down on the bed next to her and pulled her against me. We kissed, long and passionately. God, could this woman ever kiss!

As our tongues played, I stroked the tips of my fingers lightly across her nipples, coaxing them to hardness again. Much as she had done to me, I lowered my caressing hand to her stomach at the same time as I began to kiss her breasts. As I expected, she started to moan quietly and to slightly arch her back as though she wanted to get more of her feminine flesh against my mouth.

Her breasts were marvelous – firm, compact, silky smooth, and topped with beautiful, responsive nipples. I got lost for a moment sucking and nibbling on them, and I imagine she would have been happy if I had stayed there, but the alluring aroma coming from between her legs reminded me of what I had brought her in here to do.

When I first touched her smooth, wet lower lips with my fingertips, she let out a loud gasp. Immediately, she bucked her pelvis at me, seeking to bury my fingers inside her. I obliged her, sliding my middle finger into her slippery, tight pussy while stroking my thumb across her clit. Marianne seemed to be trying to say something to me, but all that came from her mouth were gasps, moans, and a few disjointed syllables. I think she was enjoying herself.

A second finger inside her made her cum. Hard.

I realized that my hand and the insides of her thighs were now slick with fluid. Had she squirted, or was she just very, very wet? Could I make her squirt? How cool would that be?

I had to try.

I moved down in the bed so I was between her legs. Slowly, I kissed my way up her thighs, taking a few licks and nibbles from one leg and then the other. The closer my mouth got to Marianne's pussy, the more her hips moved. I realized I might actually have to hold her down if I expected to taste her sweet nectar from the source.

"Hold still, baby. I want to lick you now."

"I can't!" she moaned.

"You have to. I'll help." I grabbed her pelvis with both hands, my thumbs on her hips and my fingers pointing toward her navel. I rested my weight on my upper arms across her thighs, effectively pinning her to the bed. Good. Now I could feast.

I never tasted a woman quite like Marianne. The best description I can give of her flavor is a mixture of lemon and honey, with a hint of musk. That doesn't do it justice, but it's the best I can do. Suffice it to say, it was heavenly. The flavor of her alone was almost enough to make me cum.

I licked her with just the point of my tongue, starting on her perineum, teasing my way up the tight cleft between her swollen labia, and finishing with a flick of her clit.

"Oh, God, Kevin!" she gasped.

"Shhhh! Lie back and enjoy," I murmured, as I began another pass. Each time I licked her, I started near her crinkled pink star and moved my tongue as slowly as I could, a little more firmly each time. It was on about the tenth pass when she came again, squealing and convulsing.

This time, I didn't give her a chance to recover. I moved my hands so I could pull her labia apart with my fingers, hardened my tongue, and began to vigorously tongue-fuck her. After every couple of thrusts, I licked her pleasure button. When she came this time, she forced her pelvis up from the bed, lifting much of my upper body with it. The sounds she made were animalistic, and seemed to come from deep inside her.

I eased two fingers inside her drenched, tight tunnel and curled them to look for her g-spot. Yes! There it was! Even if I hadn't recognized it by the texture, Marianne's strangled little scream let me know that I was there. I began to manipulate it, praying that it would have the desired effect.

"Uh, uh, uh, oh God, uh, uh, Kevin! What... are... you... doing... to... me?" she gasped, thrashing her head from side to side.

"Hopefully, giving you pleasure," I said, just before sucking her clit forcefully between my lips.

"AAAAAHHHHHYYYYYEEEEE!" Marianne's hands clenched the sheets as she bucked violently. I was relentless, massaging and sucking, as the juice flowed freely from her onto my hand, wrist, and face.

Suddenly, she lay still. The only sound was her labored breathing, trying to replenish the oxygen she had consumed. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and said, "No more."

"What? Why?"

Her words came in a rush. "I can't take any more, or I'll pass out or die or something. Please, please, baby, you have to stop! I've never cum that hard! Oh my God, why is everything so wet? I can't believe how hard you made me cum!"

"You squirted," I whispered. I was very proud of myself. "I want to make you do it again."

"No, no, no, please, no, I can't do that again. Not tonight, anyway." She grabbed my head and lifted it out of her crotch, forcing me to look at her. "Fuck me, Kevin, please just fuck me!"

I wiped my chin with my dry hand and moved up in the bed to hold her. "I'm going to make love to you now."

"You've been doing that, baby. Now I want you to fuck me. In fact, I think I'm going to fuck you!" she said. She pushed me down so I was lying on my back, and straddled me. "I'm going to ride you until you're weak!"

Marianne aimed my cock at her steamy pussy and began to lower herself. "Oh, God, finally! I've been wanting you inside me for hours!"

The feeling of penetrating this phenomenal woman for the first time is something I'll never forget. She was tight – amazingly tight. I'm not porn-star huge (although I've never had any complaints), but she felt so DAMN good. From the time my cock first teased her opening until her pelvis was resting on mine took about thirty seconds, and every one of them was glorious. I'm glad she was so wet, since it seemed like she needed to stretch a lot to accommodate me.

When she bottomed out on me, she let out a contented sigh. "Part of me wants to just sit here for the rest of the night," she said.

"Works for me, baby."

"But another, bigger part of me wants to do this," she said with her patented evil grin, as she slowly raised herself again. When she got almost to the top, she swiveled her hips slightly to the left and right and then slowly lowered herself again. "How does that feel?"

I almost couldn't find my voice. "Do I dare to cum inside you?"

"You'd better! I had my tubes tied years ago, and I'm not getting off you until you fill me up." She raised and lowered herself again. "God, Kevin, you feel good inside me. You're so deep! It's been way too long since I had a man." She raised and lowered herself again.

"Lean forward," I said.

"Why?" she asked as she continued to move up and down.

"I want your tits."

"Oh, OK!" she leaned down to put them in easy reach.

When I started to massage and tweak her nipples, she increased her pace. She was now fucking me purposefully, but not too fast. This was a pace that I knew would eventually bring me off, but we weren't out of control. But then I reached up to her shoulders and pulled her down on top of me so we could kiss. She started to move faster.

When she broke our kiss, I bent my neck so I could kiss her breasts. I licked her nipples and then sucked one while lightly pinching the other. Finally, I latched onto a nipple with my teeth and bit gently while giving the other one about a quarter twist. At that point, her afterburners kicked in. That's the only way I can describe it, since the sound coming from her throat was like a jet fighter plane launching from an aircraft carrier. And her pussy was almost that hot.

I started rabbit-fucking her as hard and fast as I knew how. She came, but I didn't (couldn't!) stop. She came again, harder than before, which only inspired me to plow her faster and deeper. I was lifting her by her hips as I lowered mine and slamming her back down on me as I rammed upward. I knew I didn't have much time left, and I wanted her to cum again when I exploded, so I forced my hand between our bellies and started strumming her clit while continuing to gnaw on her nipple. I forced my cock as deep inside her as I could get and held it there, and her pussy muscles tightened convulsively around me.

Somehow, I didn't cum. When I felt her orgasm pass, I lifted her off me and dropped her on the bed next to me. "Ready for more?" I growled.

"What? Hell yes! If I can hold it together, that is."

"Get on your hands and knees!"

"Oh God, yes, fuck me that way!" she moaned.

I got in position behind her. He tight ass looked so good. I pushed my thumb into her soaked pussy, pulled some of her natural lubricant up over her little star, and eased my thumb inside her anus. She let out a scream of pleasure and reached between her legs to grab my raging cock.

"I need you to cum in my cunt. Now, Kevin!"

Who was I to deny the request of a beautiful, sex-crazed woman? With her hand guiding me, I eased my rod into her winking pussy, but kept that thumb buried in her ass.

"Deep, baby, fuck me deep and hard," she moaned as she slammed herself repeatedly against me.

My God, this woman was an animal! She was ramming herself on and off me so hard that all I had to do was keep my balance. That left me free to do what I wanted, so I began working my thumb in circles inside her rectum while using my other hand to fondle her breasts.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh God, I'm going to cum again!" she shrieked. With that, she rose up into almost a sitting position, forcing me upright as well. The result was almost a reverse cowgirl-type ride, with me kneeling and her sitting on my lap. I pulled my thumb from her ass and used both hands to pull her nipples roughly away from her chest.

That did it for both of us. As I drenched the inside of her, her own cum was flowing freely over me.

We held that position for what seemed like forever. I think we both held our breath, too. Finally, we capsized onto our sides on the bed, still joined at the genitals. I was still mostly hard, so I gently spoon-fucked her as we struggled to regain somewhat normal breathing.

Suddenly, Marianne started to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Us."

"What do you mean?"

By this time, she had pulled off my now-deflated cock and turned to embrace me. She tried to kiss me, but she was chuckling too hard.

"Come on, baby, why are you laughing? What did I do?"

"Just kiss me till I calm down."

"Sure." I kissed her, with exhausted passion at first, but after a while, tenderly. I was truly in post-coital bliss, which, for a guy, means drowsy.

"Wake up, lover boy, I'm not done with you yet," Marianne purred.

"Yeah, I think you are. You used me up for now," I said.

"Aha, the operative phrase is, 'for now.' Well, guess what? You're staying the night. I just bet I can get more out of you later if I put my mind to it. But right now, we need a shower. You're just as drenched with sweat and cum as I am. Come on, the shower's big enough for two, if they're good enough friends. Are we good enough friends by now?" she asked, batting her big brown eyes at me innocently.

"I think so."

"Be a dear and go out and put out the torches while I change the bedding. I think we made it a little messy," she grinned. "I'll meet you in the shower."

We behaved in the shower, at least at first. I shampooed and conditioned her lovely hair, and I washed her back for her, although she took care of the front of her body. When she turned her attention to me, she washed every part of me. Every part. Even though I was drained, and more than a little tired from the wine and the sex, my body responded when I rinsed the shampoo from my head and opened my eyes. Marianne was on her knees in front of me, her face less than a foot from my re-invigorating dick.

"He looks different this way," she said.

"Huh?"

"He looks different this way, you know, not rock hard. Nice, beautiful, in fact, but still.... Hmm, I think I like him better the other way." Without any more fanfare, she sucked my cock deep into her mouth.

In seconds, the feel of her talented lips and tongue on my manhood had me getting as hard as ever.

"Marianne, I'm not sure I can cum again right now. You took a lot out of me," I moaned.

"Yeah, I know. Believe me, baby, I should know," she said, smiling up at me. "That doesn't stop this from feeling good, does it?"

"No."

"Then shut up and enjoy, because I like doing this to you. I like giving you pleasure. Who knows, maybe you'll pay me back at some point," she said, as she pushed my cock upwards so she could suck my left nut into her mouth.

If I bent just the right way, I could play with her nipples between my fingers. I loved the soft little moans and squeals she made, depending on whether I was massaging them or pinching them.

After thoroughly massaging my balls with her tongue and sucking and nibbling the skin of my scrotum with her lips, Marianne began to lick the entire length of my shaft. Soon her one hand moved down to stimulate her clit.

Marianne looked up at me with her smoldering brown eyes. "Sucking you makes me so damn hot I think I could just burst into flame. But, my God, honey, my pussy's tired. I'm not sure I can make love with you again right now. You felt huge inside me. I guess it's just that it's been such a long time since much more than a finger or two has been inside me."

"That's OK, Marianne. Before we came in here, I said I wasn't sure I could do anything more tonight."

"But you're good and hard. And you're leaking like crazy. Have I told you how good you taste on my tongue? I'm afraid I might not enjoy having that big meat-stick in my poor ravaged pussy again right now, but don't you need to cum again?"

"I need to, I want to, but I'm tired too, so no, if you want to stop there, I'm fine. Let's just get out and dry off. I want to hold you and touch you."

"It would be wonderful if we could just fall asleep against each other. I haven't slept in a man's arms in far too long," she said with a tender smile.

We dried each other off, rubbing, caressing, touching, and kissing. When we made it back to the bed, we laid down entwined in each other's arms. I fell asleep after I felt her breathing soften as her head lay on my chest. The last thing she had said to me was, "I'm going to make you happy in the morning."

The next thing I was aware of was a warm, moist, delicious sensation on my penis. Was I dreaming? I decided I must be, and the dream was wonderful. Marianne was bathing my morning wood with her tongue. Then I realized it was light in the room. Morning had come.

"Well, this is a pleasant way to wake up," I said softly.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Marianne said between licks. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a man who had a wonderful, passionate night with a talented, beautiful woman."

"You forgot to say insatiable," Marianne giggled. "But then, I was the one who said I might be too sore to really enjoy having you inside me like I wanted to, so I guess you must have sated me."

"How do you feel this morning?" I asked.

"Ready." With that, she swung her body over me and squatted with her pussy poised over my erection. "Make love to me, Kevin."

She lowered herself onto me slowly. She was right. She felt ready. Tight, slippery, hot, and ready. Slowly, she raised and lowered herself, taking long strokes, occasionally swiveling her hips slightly so that I really began to understand the derivation of the term, "screwing."

"Come down here, baby. I need to kiss you. I need to feel your beautiful breasts against my chest," I said.

She lowered her upper body to mine, rubbing her hard nipples against mine, kissing me with tenderness, emotion, and soft passion. We weren't fucking this time, we were making love. There was no urgency, no rushing to climax, no screaming, no grunting, no sweating – just a beautiful, soft, warm feeling of intimacy.