I was asleep in bed. The weather had been hot and muggy, not a hint of a breeze
coming in. All the windows were open, all the covers were on the floor, and I
tossed and turned, naked but covered with a sheen of sweat. My hair stuck to my
face and the back of my neck. Something made me stir... at first I wasn't sure
what it was. Then, as I came awake in the dark, I heard it again. A pebble hit
the screen near my bed. I peered out the window...

There on the grass, outside the window, you were standing. In the nearby street
light I could see you staring up at my second floor window. Something like eager
anticipation filled your face.

Without a word, I padded downstairs. At the door I wondered whether I ought to
have put something on, or whether I should have brushed my hair, but my head was
still full of that sleepy cotton-wool feeling, so I didn't. I pulled open the
door, and there you were. Hot too, I could tell. Your shirt stuck to your chest,
your jeans were tight across your thighs and your crotch. I could feel your eyes
on me, admiring my tits and the way the glossy coat of sweat made my pubes
glisten in the streetlight.

You entered the room without a word, and placed your hands on my shoulders. I
stood on tip-toe to kiss your lips, and as your arms went around me I felt my
breasts squeezed against your chest. As your tongue entered my mouth I raised my
leg between yours, lightly brushing your manhood with my thigh. Your tongue
swirled against mine, making me melt with desire. Your tongue probed my gums, my 
teeth, that small hollow under my tongue, then returned to lick my lips. My hands
sought your shoulders, trying to press myself against you everywhere I could.
Your hands, roaming across my back, kneaded the knotted muscles of my
shoulder-blades, then worked their way across the small of my back to the top of
my ass, where they lay, feeling the swell where my waist flares out into my hips.
(There's a kind of a "shelf" there, where my hip-bones protrude just a little...
I like your hands there.) Unable to stand it any more, I reached for your shirt,
lifting it up over your head -- although I didn't like the way I had to pull away
from you to get it off. By the time I had it off you'd already gotten your jeans
unbuckled and down around your knees. I stooped to help you get them off, and
couldn't help myself when I found my mouth on a level with your gorgeous cock. I
took it into my mouth for just a second, and held it there while we wrestled your
pants off over your feet... Finally I rose, and we stood before each other
naked...

I didn't really want to break the silence, and just stood there staring into your
eyes. We held hands, you squeezed mine gently, then whispered, "Make love to me."

My heart skipped a beat as I sank to the rug. You straddled me, your prick held
in both hands. My breasts were  ripe and swollen, so you pulled back the skin
over the head of your prick and rubbed it slowly across my nipples. First the
right, then the left (the left is much more sensitive). The slick wet head of
your cock left a tiny ribbon of juice across my chest, and I reached up and took
your cock into my two hands. I lifted my head, extended my tongue, and teased
your swollen cock into my hot, wet mouth. With a sigh you fell forward in front
of me, positioned so that your hips were right in front of my face. It took only
a moment's thought for me to decide to let you have the ride of your life, if you
felt like fucking my face.

As your hips slowly began to sway I could tell that you did. Your thick cockhead
pushed into my mouth, brushing aside my tongue's futile attempts to lick it as
you felt for the warm embrace of the back of my throat. I held my breath and
locked my lips around your shaft as your hips began to pump harder, faster, more
insistently in and out of my mouth. I felt your knees resting tight in the hollow
beneath my arms, and brushed my hands upward along your thighs, stroking the taut
muscles along the back of your legs. Both legs were slick from the sweat of your
exertions, as my hands rubbed that sweat into the sparse hairs that covered your
legs, and the thicker, downy coat on the cheeks of your ass. My long fingernails
raked up and down your ass, each hand trying to grasp hold of your pistoning
hips. My left hand came to rest at the top of the cleft between your cheeks, and
slowly traced the trail of perspiration that dripped from your back and ran down
to the puckered recesses of your asshole. As I slowly grazed that threshold I
felt you tense, then relax again as my hand proceeded to stroke your balls as
they swung wildly beneath your long, thick cock. I caught them for a second in my
palm, squeezed gently, then released them to slap once again at my lower lip, and
at my chin. I could tell you enjoyed my playing, I could feel the minute
variations of pressure as the rigidity of your cock waxed between my lips. I
moaned softly, wanting you to know how pleased I was with your manhood, with the
pleasure I was giving you, with the slick feel of your thick, veined cock sliding
between my swollen lips. You plunged to the hilt, daring me to hang on and hold
my breath. After long moments with my eyes closed, savoring the taste of you in
my throat, I felt you begin to sway again, slowly moving yourself back and forth,
against my lips, thrusting sideways between my cheeks, pulling out so that the
tip of your cock once again brushed my upper lips. I opened my eyes and looked
upwards, past your chest to your face, and saw you rapt with concentration,
savoring the slow sway of your hips, the glossy friction of your glans against my
tongue.

By this time my cunt was soaking wet. I ran my own fingers through my juices and
flicked my swollen, throbbing clit a few times, then held my hands up in front of
your face for you to lick and savor the smell. Something about the musky odor
must have touched a nerve, because all of a sudden you stopped, your cock buried
deep in my mouth, and began to twist yourself around so that your face could
reach between my legs. You were able to turn yourself all the way around without
my mouth losing its grip on your manhood, and you slowly lowered your face to my
waiting pink. Your tongue found my swollen, quivering clit almost immediately,
buried under a fold of skin, and you began to tease it back and forth, side to
side, and to suck it slowly into your mouth just between your soft, moist lips.

Meanwhile, back in my mouth...Your cock felt different this time, with the top of
its head nestled against the grainy swell of my tongue. I was a little bit
distracted by the attentions you were paying to my clit... and my cunt-hole too,
by now... but struggled to pay attention to your cock. I rubbed my tongue back
and forth across the top of your head and used my lips to stroke the shaft. I
lifted my arms around your legs and felt your big, hairy balls full of creamy
cum-juice. I cupped them in my hands, jiggling them just slightly, then held them
tight, warm in the palms of my hands. You continued your gently insistent
attentions to my clit as I floated off on a wave of contentment. I wanted to stay
locked like this forever, attached to you stem and stern.

"Your tongue getting tired?" I asked, mumbling slightly to get the words out past
your thick, swollen cock.

"Unh unh," you replied, and I loved the way the vibrations from your throaty
answer sent shivers into my body. You locked your lips against my vagina and
slowly sent your tongue inside. I didn't know tongues could do that, at least not
as deep as you seemed to be doing it, and I sucked your cock deeper into my mouth
in response. I started to moan, and you must have liked it, because you moaned
back at me.

You began to piston your hips against my face, and your cock became even harder
than it had been so far. You'd pull out so that the tip of your prick was all the
way outside my lips -- my tongue tried to maintain contact and I raised my head
slightly to follow you -- then you'd slam your hips against my face, sending your
delicious cock ramming back between my teeth, across my tongue, against the roof
of my mouth, and into my waiting throat. You pulled out and did it again. I
wasn't sure I could take it, but I knew I wanted nothing else but to be connected
to that wonderful, pulsing, thick hunk of meat and to make it cum deep inside me
any which way you wanted to. You knew it, I could tell... and I think you liked
the idea. Distracted, you stopped licking my cunt. To tell the truth I was glad,
because I was having trouble concentrating on your cock with that constant
pleasure nagging at the back of my brain. Anyway, I lost track of how many times
you slammed your pulsing cock into my ravished mouth. My tongue continued its
insistent licking as you pulled yourself out, and my hands ... which had long ago
been forced to release your balls... sought your chest. In the sparse hairs over
your your chest I found the tiny buds of your brown nipples with each hand and
grasped them between my thumbs and forefingers.You moaned again, and the
insistent throbbing of your cock intensified. I wasn't sure how much more my poor
mouth could take, but I knew the end was near when you dug your nails into the
smooth silky flesh at the top of my thighs and started to scream into my pussy.

Your cock slowed its insistent pistoning in and out of my mouth and everything
was very still for at least two heartbeats. Then what I had been waiting for
happened. Your balls throbbed once, and a gushing wave of your slick salty love
juice splattered across the back of my tongue. I gulped it down, ready for more,
and slowly sucked on your throbbing cock as wave after wave of it filled my
mouth. I felt like I swallowed a gallon of your cum, and could feel the taste of
it sweet, slick and salty in every pore of my body. You let your thick but lazy
cock rest inside my mouth while I sucked the last of your gorgeous spunk from the
tip. I smiled around the corners of my mouth, blowing on your wilted tool to let
the cool air dry your skin. You fell to the floor beside me. After a few second
our eyes met.

"Did you cum, lover?" I whispered, with a twinkle in my eye.

A few escaping dribbles of your cum ran from the corner of my mouth, and you
raised your fingers lazily to brush them aside. Twisting myself around to match
my position to yours I began kiss you, hard, savoring every nuance of texture
from the light bristle of your face to the fleshy swell of your lips to the warm
strawberry heat of your tongue against mine. You appeared surprised at the sweet
tasted that your cum had left in my mouth, and your delicious tongue moved to
stroke the inside of my mouth. That sweet warm feeling in my mouth was all I knew
for quite some time, until, as my heart finally slowed to normal, I became aware
of the sweat-slick friction between our bellies, the glistening drops of
perspiration on your shoulders as my hands stroked your skin. Reluctantly
releasing your mouth from mine, I raised myself up on one shoulder and positioned
my left breast in front of your mouth. The spit from your mouth covered the
sensitive pink nipple, and your hot breath teased it to attention. You held it
tight between your teeth as your tongue roughly teased it back and forth. Your
hands began kneading my other breast, tugging on the nipple and clenching the
flesh, raking the underside with your fingernails. I plastered my left breast
against your face; smothering your mouth with its soft fleshy roundness for a few
seconds. As I pulled back, your teeth teased the nipple again, then your tongue
began an exploration of the taut hollow of my areole. It came alive between your
lips, as your teeth probed gently against my puckered goosebumps.

My hands worked their way through the short hairs at the back of your neck,
pulling you closer again while I let out a throaty sigh. As the breath left my
mouth it tousled the hair on top of your head; I pulled my breasts from your
mouth and let your hair stroke and tickle each breast in turn.

You worked on my chest with one long, wet, slurping kiss that slid in circles
from one tit to the other then back again. It ended, finally, in my belly button,
which made me giggle, squeal and pull away -- until finally you buried your nose
between my legs.

Drooling on my pubes, you licked me from the inside of one thigh to the other,
then planted your lips directly in the center of my crotch, below my lips, and
sent your tongue probing for the source of my sweet dark womanscent.

The dripping, electric taste of my cunt bathed your tongue. You ran your tongue
upward, across the folds of my lips, across the glossy ridge of my clit. Another
sigh purred from my throat and I dug my long pointed nails into the skin behind
your ears. You teased my clit to the right, to the left, sucked it between your
lips. You opened your mouth wider, to encompass the folded, winged lips, the
complex reticulations, the glossy metallic sweat and the glistening juice that
sparkled on my hot, raw, pulsating cunt. Your tongue snaked again into the hollow
inside, feeling the throbbing heat. Then stroked forward and backward, as far
down as the darker puckered tightness of my asshole, then upward to the bushy
pubic floss now soaked with my moisture, with the spit and womansmell sopping
from your mouth, with the sweat that dripped from your forehead and eyelashes.
Then back down, slower this time, savoring every ridge, every ripple, every
quivering quarter-inch of my flesh.

As you crossed or recrossed my clit for the thousandth or millionth time back and
forth, up and down, the rhythm of my breathing subtly changed. The swelling of my
clit under your tongue gradually became more pronounced, the pounding pulse
underneath grew in both speed and intensity. I became more and more impatient
with your swirling tongue, and thrust upward against your lips and the teeth
beneath for more tactile pressure. I crossed my legs behind your neck, then
grabbed your hands and pulled them up to touch my rock-hard nipples, to stroke
them between your outstretched knuckles, to pinch them between your thumb and
fingers, to work them with your nails.

The purring in my throat kept up, then turned into what sounded like a cross
between your name and a growl as my legs tightened around your neck. My hands
fell over yours, on top of my breasts. I arched my back, flexed my hips, then
helplessly focussed on that central point of contact between your mouth and my
clit, as I let wave after wave of spasms spread outward, across my belly, my
thighs, my tits, my knees, my shoulders, my calves, my throat, the clenched
arches of both feet, and the short hairs standing up at the base of my skull.

Gradually my muscles relaxed, and I ran my hands through your hair, and
whispered, "Easy, easy, boy..." as your tongue continued gently stroking my
drenched, sopping cunt. My clit slowly retreated beneath its sheltering sheath of
flesh, hidden from the continued attentions of your loving, yet insatiable
tongue.

As our eyes met at last, through the haze of exhaustion, musk, sex and sweat that
surrounded us, we couldn't help smiling. The smiles turned into two matched fits
of giggling laughter as you crawled your way back up my body and plastered your
mouth to mine, savoring the way our drenched bodies stuck together at thigh,
belly and chest. Our legs entwined, our eyes locked on each other, and we
continued laughing, unable to catch our breath.