Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 15

I stayed at the head and bobbed a few more times and then I mouthed it down the side and back up again. I went down on it again and again and again, all the while jacking pale dick with my darker right hand.

I don't remember how long I was swallowing his dick but I know my head was moving with a purpose for a long time. I had my naked ass up in the air and would have presented quite a site to anyone who would have walked in on us.

I continued going down on him... and I knew I was dripping on the couch. I could feel myself so wet.

I ran my teeth lightly against his skin and kept going... what, twenty times, thirty times? I don't know but now I was staying just at the head, teasing it, bringing it into my mouth... up, down, up, down...

I was getting a little tired and my mouth had stretched open for quite a while so I put his dick back on his stomach and began licking it again.

Jimmy, for his part, put his right hand on my head and began playing with my curls. I looked at him, again with his dick in my mouth. What a site that must have been for him.

I stuck my tongue out and began to twitch it back and forth across the head of his dick... I needed to give my jaws so kind of respite but I didn't want to stop... I couldn't stop. I was as lost in my own lust for him as much as I was lost in my love for him.

Finally, I climbed onto his lap and kneeling down I spread my legs apart and lowered myself onto him. I always liked that first few seconds when he entered me and I felt my lips clench his dick and my pussy began to fill. He began rubbing my ass with both hands as I bounced on him.

I did that maybe twenty times and then I got off him and we kissed swallowing each other's tongue. My libido was in fucking overdrive and I was totally out of control.

I moved onto the couch sitting down and spread my legs open and he pushed himself back in. As he drove into me over and over I took my own fingers and began rubbing my clit. Although some women are able to get off with just fucking a guy, I think that most are like me and need that little extra coming from working that clit.

I lay on my back, my mouth open and moaning, my breasts bouncing back and forth as he continued slamming into me. One thing I will always remember about Jimmy is that once he got started he was like a runaway train.

He pulled my left leg up and hooked it over the back of the couch and then went back to being a piston in my motor. Goddamn, that was so fucking incredible.

He slowed down and began long smooth movements in.... out.... in.... out....

How can I possibly describe how I felt at that moment? It was as decadent as anyone could ever imagine and felt so damn good.

He kept it so slow I was going crazy and wanted to scream, 'hurry the fuck up' but he had taken control of whatever we were going to do and I was literally just along for the ride.

He actually pulled it all the way out and then pushed it back in before my pussy could even think about starting to close up. Once, twice, five, six times...

All this time I was moaning something... 'ohhh... ahhh... don't stop... oh, Jesus Christ!' It's funny, thinking back to that day how incredibly reckless I had become with him every time we were alone. Even now the memory of this story is getting me so wet.

I couldn't understand how he found the strength to keep going and even if he WAS a Marine we had been going at it for over five minutes and he hadn't cum even a little yet.

I was in love with a bull.

He then moved my left leg off the couch back and put it up against his right shoulder. I was being split in two by his movements and had already cum at least three times and could feel the slow burn to another.

If it hadn't been for the great amount of liquid I seemed to be shedding the friction alone would probably had us both feeling painful blisters the next morning.

I needed to take control again or I was going to be so fucked up.

I pushed myself back from him and told him to just lay there with his back up against the sofa.

I jumped up from the couch and went to the small purse I had brought with me. Along with my apartment key card and my Blackberry it also held a couple of tubes of KY put in there earlier in the day. I bent over for a second and carefully pulled out the butt-plug I had been holding inside for most of the day. It made a funny 'pop'.

Once I had decided I wanted to get butt-fucked I spent my free time, which was entirely almost non-existent, watching on the internet girls getting it up the ass.

I knew they were just acting yet I kept being drawn to see one video after another and decided that it was the last cherry I still had and was determined to give it to him no matter what.

Not very graciously nor very romantically I took one of the tubes, pushed it into my asshole and practically squirted the whole thing up my ass. Even at room temperature it still felt cool.

I took the other tube and generously put some more on his rock hard dick.

Where did he get the strength for all this? He had remained like a steel pipe for almost fifteen minutes, still without cumming.

I turned around with my back to him and started to lower myself back down.

I grabbed his dick with my right hand and aimed for my asshole and it took a couple of bumping arounds but I finally got it there but it didn't seem to be working like I wanted so I shifted myself up and reached around this time with my left hand and pushed it right on in. I slid down, down, down.

Once it stretched the two muscles guarding I sank so slowly, stopping every few moments getting used to the feeling, all the way down to his balls.

After I had seen the videos I had practiced and practiced, first with one finger, then two and finally three. I figured three fingers the way I was holding them had to be bigger than his dick. The joke was so on me for they had proved to be inadequate.

My practicing had quickly moved from fingering myself to a pretty-much life-like dildo I had ordered over the 'net with overnight delivery. I wanted to see what it was like as soon as possible so I could decided whether or not I was going to give up that last cherry to him.

Amazingly, I found that it didn't hurt as much as I thought and as soon as I got over the idea that there was something sticking into and out of my butt I began to not be afraid. It didn't do much for me at the beginning, just sitting there inside my asshole, all seven inches of it but then I figured out that if I played with my clit with one hand and moved the dildo in and out with the other...

It hadn't taken long to soon associate the movement in my asshole with the extreme pleasure from fingering my clit. I was determined to give it up the next time we were intimate which would mean the next time we met.

I moved up and down, much slower than he had pounded my pussy and I know much slower than he would have tried to shove it up my ass. That's not taking anything away from him, it's just that I've found over the years that at times like these even the most intelligent man and I put Jimmy at the top of that list, tend to think with their little head and not with their big head.

Clichés and stereotypes always have some truth behind them.

Rocking from side to side, I was moaning like someone who had a bad itch or something and couldn't get to it. 'oahhh, oahhh, oahhh, ooooo...' I put my fingers down on my clit and began rubbing in circles.

I had started out leaning forward a little and had braced myself that way but now I was leaning back enough that my other hand was behind me on the back of the couch holding me up.

As I continued working my clit I could feel another orgasm coming and coming fast. It started in my breasts and moved down to my ass and clit.

If I had a video of that night I probably would be laughing at how my breasts were bouncing up and down in concert with my ass moving up and down on his dick.

By this time, if I remember correctly after all this time, I most likely had my eyes close and my mouth open. I tend to do that when I'm that into it.

I realized he was helping me move up and down, one hand under the right side of my ass and the other bracing me on my left side and I had my left foot on the carpet and my right one still on the couch helping to spread my legs and my ass apart.

My curly golden hair was pretty much soaked. I had never done all these things, let alone all these things one after another and taken such a fucking long time at it.

I no longer was sinking all the way down but kept the head of the dick just at the entrance and probably a two inches at the most inside. The feeling was intense, the dick moving in and out and all the pressure on my formerly virgin asshole.

I knew I was coming... I knew I was coming... and still needed just that something to kick me over.

I finally stopped moving with his dick half in, half out. He moved his hands to my waist to hold me there. I felt it as his dick swelled slightly and twitched several times sending his semen straight up my asshole into my rectum. Infuckingcredible! I was so glad I had decided to do it with him.

My ass was full and I was satisfied he was finally done. I carefully lifted myself from his still hard dick and put my finger into my ass; I didn't want to make a mess all over the couch and floor.

If someone had told me then I'd be on my knees orally satisfying a man I just met a week or so earlier I would have laughed... or slapped him.

I got up and went to the table to get some napkins to dry us off. I took my finger out and put a couple of table napkins there to absorb whatever was going to leak out and went back to the living room where he still was.

I licked all around the shaft and then put his dick in my mouth and sucked it dry. The fact that it had been in my ass just a few moments before didn't even occur to me until much later that night and I panicked wondering what kind of diarrhea I was going to have in the next few days.

After I had cleaned him to the best of my ability I laid my head in his lap, closed my eyes and his hands moved across my breasts, touching, holding, squeezing my nipples. I felt myself getting wet again and knew we were going to go the bedroom again but just not then.

I was tired.

I opened my eyes, wondering why he had stopped for the moment was lost. I heard his Blackberry vibrating distinctly on the dining table.

"Damn, can't get a moment alone... Shit! I have to get this... It's Paras... Alessa, I'm..."

I put a finger to his lips and just said, "Shhh, it's all right, Jimmy. I understand."

But, I didn't... why was Paras so entwined with my life?

I got up from the sofa and picked up my clothes from the floor.

"Crowell... yes, what? All right, I'm coming."

His were wide open in near panic. "Jesus Christ!" was all he could say.

He put the Blackberry in his pocket. Standing behind, he kissed me once more, his hands caressing me, once again moving across my breasts.

He went into his bedroom and put on a clean uniform while I dressed and rearranged my clothing in the living room. He came out with his travel bag and with my hand in his, took the elevator back down to the helicopter pad again.

The waiting Blackhawk, its blades already turning and whipping up the wind, was forcing me back.

Jimmy turned to me, "I'm sorry, but I must leave you here."

He put his hand to my cheek for just a moment, then moved forward and kissed me with a deep and probing kiss to my very soul, ducked under the spinning blades and climbed into the helicopter.

As the door was sliding shut, I could see Major Paras with a most terrified look on her face already belted in, tightly clutching her laptop to her chest and two other men I had never met.

Even before he had belted himself in, the helicopter rose up into the air and turned toward the coast. I was turning and bending over, trying to avoid the downwash of the helicopter and it disappeared before I could turn around again.