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Nice Lady All those books, all those years, she decided, were wrong. There aren’t kinds of orgasms (va-jay-jay and clit), or just (clit) as many have surmised; there are several and, she is convinced, more she has yet discover. With him, her repertoire of coming has vastly expanded—there is the nipple-gasm, good alone or before more serious –gasms. Her G-spot has been found and mapped during their mutual exploration of her cunt one night with both of their fingers inside her at once, the as getting her off in another way. She comes from his expert knowledge of her clit, from the curve of his rock-hard cock pounding inside her, rubbing against every sensitive surface and texture before jack-hammering her core. At 50+, her lover has helped her discover another brand way come. She, has been exploring her own body for 37 years (at least), can squirt. Can she ever. Yes, she comes at the touch of his tongue on her clit, the way he runs it up the hood, how well he knows her geography so he can get just the sound he wants of her. In pleasure, her eyes are slits open just watch him between her legs as her light, sweet, pink clit pokes up hard from his sucking and licking begging for more. See clit? Oh god, she moans, yes baby, lick it, she’s all alone, little clitty, aching for you. He swipes his tongue from her asshole up her<b> slit </font></b>and she comes, just like she spasms from his hands palming her breasts and rolling her nipples just so, she comes from his fingers, his tongue rimming her asshole or rubbing into his thigh with her panties on standing in a doorway. With him, she can sustain long keening sense of bliss once he’s got her started, He will ask her how many times she came and she never knows. She feels selfish taking so much from him, but knows they feed off of the other’s guttural, instinctive lovemaking. Since their various discoveries of each other, he has refined the use of all her spots, knows their textures, knows what she is asking for when she begs for his fingers inside of her, the best –gasm of all. She had gone looking for a lover expecting what she had been getting—decent from men would go down on her— him. He is a surprise, her Lover, the man for whom she gushes unabashed, wets herself, him, the bed and various towels and linens with the juices of her coming, thrashing, writhing and moaning completely wrung . For him alone. (So far.) She has a whole toy the likes of which she never imagined her body possessed. She can come with a rush of pussy juice unlike anything she has produced before: , baby, this is squirting, gushing, all the boys ask about it. Up him, she didn’t even think it possible. For him, she squirts as indelicately as Hell. All over the bed, all over him, with complete disregard for anything but pleasure, she writhes she feels It,” stops to hold her breath as the fluid “drops” inside her and she feels herself full, and ready. She tells Him. He begs her let go, baby, , let go, oh , baby, YES! He loves it as much as she does, her wet, liquid heat spilling onto his prick, balls, belly, into his mouth as He sucks it pouring from her cunt, then urging more with his fingers and, finally, impaling her dripping pussy on His throbbing cock. Oh, this is nasty, he says night after a weekend of closeness and lovemaking when they thought there couldn’t possibly be more, this is between us, this is our secret, He whispers as he rises up from between her legs. His and chest are drenched. His mouth tastes of her. He slides up, spreading her wet between them he is looking into her eyes, both of them burning with the fire between them as they devour another’s mouths with fierceness beyond any kissing either has known before the other came along. Haven’t they been at each other off and on for days? How could they want more? They laugh and lick another like animals between deep tonguing and biting; she cleans his of her salt, fluid of the elusive “ ejaculation” which now has her squirting repeatedly and upon request for and on her man. Oh god, he groans as his hard cock enters her slip-and-slide wetness and she curls up around him as he pounds into her at first, then slows to slide in and with full, easy strokes, driving them both insane with trying control what is between them. They talk dirty and, before tonight, there were rules about what he could her. He says, Are you dirty slut? She answers him, yes, yes, yes, I am your dirty slut. Then he calls her and she takes it, He pounds into her harder and faster as she holds his in hand and runs the other down his ass crack cup His tight balls. Yes, I’m your dirty , she whispers him, giving him back the word she told him not to use. He asks her to repeat it, baby please. That is all it takes. He arches above her, pushing her legs behind her head with his hands on the backs of her thighs as he pours himself into her depths with deepest thrusts, a bliss every time. Come, baby, , fill up, she moans, I can feel you wet and inside of , she whispers as he yells his release, oh, oh, Oh OH. They hang in space together. Baby, lie on top of , she says, knows he doesn’t want squish her and still wants his full body pressed against her. He looks into her eyes, through her, and laughs. She knows it is because she let him her , and he says between gasps, you’re a nice lady. They both laugh big happy belly laughs. It is all he can think of say counteract crossing another boundary between them. She doesn’t care about the word anymore. She is anything but a nice lady, she thinks herself. Not with him. Lover, slut, , top, bottom, nice lady, girlfriend, lady friend, she does not care. Her drenched with animalistic tongue-washing, she rolls so that she is on top of him, legs clenching his sides, head resting between his ear and shoulder, holding her breath as she feels it still coming. Ah squirting. The Pelvic Sponge. So-and-so’s gland (Mr. Skene, nice to meet you, thank you for the gland), she is wet, wet, wet, that is all she knows, and deep inside she can feel it tickle, not like she has to , this is a tickle of delight growing into a heavy ache screaming for release. You have more? He laughs. She nods, silent, holding her breath, feeling the space inside literally fill with the molten heat of her desire. Come on, baby, on cock and balls, so I can feel it running down, come on baby, , let it . They shove another towel her and she rubs her hard clit against the head of his wet cock resting on his belly, whispering filthy nothings him, asking him describe fucking her. Then she comes again, spasming against his belly, as drops, dribbles and finally copious squirts of liquid hotness spill of her and onto his cock. Their moans together are all either can hear. |
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