"Your stack permit, miss!" The blonde librarian looked up at the luscious looking woman fumbling through her straw bag, madly searching for her wallet. Christ! he thought, look at those breasts! His heart pounded and he straightened his posture, breathing deeply.
"Okay, go ahead," he motioned for her to pass through the wooden gate, turning his head to see her disappear into the narrow passageway of the stacks, a privileged area of the library reserved for students with a B average.
Ann pulled back her blonde hair to free her vision for the task of searching row after countless row of volumes for the sociology section. "Ah ha!" she said aloud, checking the numbers on her list against those crudely scrawled in white ink on the spines of the books.
"Find what you want?" a voice said from behind her.
Go away and leave me alone, she thought. It was nothing new or exciting for her anymore to have male students, even professors, come up behind her and offer assistance to open doors, reach books on the higher shelves, or pick up papers scattered by the wind. But that voice, that voice sounded strangely familiar. No, impossible, and she continued checking the call numbers.
"Aren't you even going to turn around to look at me, Ann?" a deep husky voice pronounced each syllable with utmost distinction.
No, it couldn't be, she reassured herself. But that… that voice. Her hand shook as she reached for SOC 121 MB3.
"Ann, rise to your feet!" It was like the voice of God, not to be denounced.
Then she knew, the horrible reality loomed before her, and taking a deep breath in an attempt to quiet her pounding heart, she rose to her feet, her back still to her aggressor. She slowly turned then, pencil and paper in hand, and greeted the sardonically smiling face of Mike Boston!
"What… what are you doing here?" she whispered, feeling herself pale beneath the deep golden tan. "How, how did you know…" her voice trailed off into inaudible syllables that made no sense to her or to the grinning devilish face staring at her unblinking.
"Have you forgotten, Ann, who you're dealing with?" His voice rose a decibel.
"Shhh!" Ann put her trembling finger to her mouth to silence him mockingly. "Be quiet or I'll lose my stack permit. Christ, it's the only place on this campus to study without being ogled at."
"If you want," he chuckled loudly, "I'll buy this damned library. I'll buy this whole damned campus if necessary."
It was as if her thoughts had made the past present… but hopefully; she gasped, not the future! She'd heard of such occurrences, but never dreamed it would happen to her, that her power of thought could bring those thoughts into human form, like Mike Boston standing inches away.
"I want to talk to you, Ann."
I'll bet you do, she thought fearfully. After she met John, her present husband, she left her life with Mike Boston behind… but without his permission.
"No, I have nothing to discuss with you," she almost snarled through tightly clenched teeth. "It's all over. I never want to see you again:"
He grabbed her forearm, hard. "You have no control over me. I'm married and I love my husband."
His grip tightened in response. "If you want to stay married, you'll listen to me."
He had her then, and she knew it. All too well. John was the understanding sort, she reassured herself silently, but Mike possessed that typical macho attitude that made his ego snap in half at any refusal or lack of respect. "Why… why don't we step into one of these cubicles." She pointed to the small cage-like metal holes in the walls intended for studying. Bending over too quickly to retrieve her pencil and paper that had flown out of her hand at the shock of his grip, she saw tiny spots of light flickering in every corner of her vision and for a second she thought she might pass out. She hesitated a moment to regain her failing strength.
Together they huddled into the small confines of the cubicle and, whispering, he related the purpose of his mission.
"I understand your husband is flying internationally, is that correct?" He grinned at her with eyes of steel. She nodded her head in affirmation, never daring to look him in the eye for fear he would cast another of his spells on her helpless body. After all, wasn't that what got her into this mess in the first place?… his overpowering gaze, like knives stabbing you in the back with each unapproved move.
"Well, I have a mission for him…" He was interrupted by Ann's head flailing back and forth in disbelief, knowing what would come next.
"No, I won't let him get involved in any of your illegal activities. He's waited so long and done such politicking to get his new assignment. I won't let him. No!" she announced affirmatively hoping to God her obdurate behavior would stifle his plans.
"Listen to me, you bitch!" Mike snarled impatiently and then regaining his composure continued in his softly convincing manner, "You remember Trudy and all the beautiful times we had together?"
Ann blushed even through her deep tan. "Yes," she acknowledged blandly, her eyes falling to rest on the linoleum covered table top inscribed with carved graffiti. Trudy… she thought silently; how long had it been since she'd seen her old friend and stewardess pal? With concern, she wondered if Trudy was still working or if her paid activities had been exposed to the airline supervisor which, of course, would bring her career – her flying career – to an end.
"Need I say more?" Mike smiled. "It's up to you, Ann. It's your choice. Either you get your husband to fly for me or it's all over for both of you. What would John's boss think if he knew his wife…"
Ann's sobs broke his thought. "Okay, what do I have to do?" she asked, acknowledging her defeat. She clenched her fists till her long painted nails dug into her soft fleshy palm.
With deliberation, Mike unraveled his plans for a flight to Columbia, which John would take alone in a well-equipped private plane paid for by Mike. There, in Bogotб, he would pick up an unidentified cargo and, flying low, so low he would not be detected by radar as he crossed the border, fly the cocaine to Chula Vista, California, where connections would relieve him of his illicit burden.
Ann could hear no more. "No way," she moaned in desperate agony, realizing the consequences of such a proposition. "I can't ask that of John, he's been so…"
"Shut up and listen to me!" snapped Mike. "It's money, big money! Every fucking guard has been paid off from San Francisco to Bogotб and back again."
"But why? Why John? You must know thousands of pilots who could do the same willingly," she whined between sobs.
"He's got the credentials. He's Mr. America, you blind woman. He's got clearance from the CIA on down. Eagle Scout, Purple Heart, no, two Purple Hearts…" he read from a paper that Ann guessed was Mike's personally prepared dossier on her husband. "Need I go on?"
Ann shook her head. She was had, as always, by Mike Boston.
"I'll be generous; I'll give you a week to convince your husband. How you do it is your business, but do it!" And, from the cords straining in his aging neck, she knew he meant business. "Just tell him it means money, more money than he can imagine. More money than that fat-assed mother of his will leave him."
Christ, he knew everything. He'd spared nothing in digging up information.
"I'll leave my number in case you need me. Don't bother… I already have yours," he smiled crookedly at the tear-stained face of the blonde woman who, just a few years back, would have begged him, pleaded for him to let her suck him, fuck him, anything to please his wicked desires, but now she sat stiffly, seeing nothing but blackness in front of her as her bleak future.
"I'll be waiting…" and with no warning he rose to his feet and disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared.
Numbly, Ann rose to shaking feet, her legs nearly failing her as she gathered up her school books, now seeming mockingly inconsequential and meaningless, and headed for the parking lot to go home and think.
"Shit!" she blurted loudly as she pulled out the parking ticket tucked under the windshield wiper, tearing it in her fury. "Another ticket! Two more and I can't park here any more!" What else can go wrong, she sighed, feeling like a puppet on strings. Two exams tomorrow, a speech to prepare for next week, and, and Mike Boston to contend with! She wished to hell she could change her past, but realizing that was a useless speculation, she revved up the engine of her red Volkswagen convertible, her angry foot mercilessly pumping up the accelerator. "That's for you Mike Boston, you son of a bitch!" and she screeched out of the parking lot.
It was not Ann Barot who drove over the Golden Gate Bridge, forgetting to slow for the toll gate, and it wasn't Ann Barot who contemplated hiring someone to knock off Mike Boston. If he were standing in front of her now, she'd run him over without blinking an eye; she might even back up and smash him a second time, she thought seethingly, almost missing her turn-off for Mill Valley.
John will be home tonight, she thought, minutes later, bending over to give her German Shepherd, Dante, a scratch behind his perky ear. "What am I going, to do?" she asked her loving pet, his deeply soft brown eyes reflecting her concern and anguish.
Clawing through her straw bag like a scared cat, she fumbled for her house keys, all the while her head reeled with plans and evil diabolical ways of convincing her faithful husband to risk his career and maybe his life – she choked on her thoughts – for the sake of their marriage. Was it worth it? Should she just pack up and run away? No, Mike would follow her – he'd find her.
Plopping her weary body onto the nearest chair, she sipped on her iced tea and squished an extra wedge of lemon into the sensuous brown liquid, cooling and refreshing her parched throat. With a swift turn of her foot, she pivoted the swivel rocker and, pulling open the red plaid drapes dressing the wood paneled wall, stared blindly out over the tree topped view of Mt. Tamalpais. How could she explain this to John? What would Mike do if she refused? No, she couldn't do that; Mike had too much evidence on her and all he'd have to do was pick up the phone and call John's employer and it would be all over for his career anyway.
Maybe I'll prepare him a luxurious dinner and get all dressed up in his favorite… no, that was too obvious, too unoriginal. She sighed deeply, her chest heaving against her pounding heart. There's only one way to get to a man, a lesson she'd learned years ago, and that's in bed. Yes, she'd tell him the plan and then seduce him. Yeah, a few drinks first just to warm him up.
Hours later she sat in the same chair, still overlooking the spaciousness of the empty sky now approaching sunset, her mood a repetition of her afternoon's torment. She examined herself in the full mirror next to the fireplace. Yes, this should do it! she thought as she studied her image, a provocative image of a full length evening gown secured in the front by a single circle which gathered the fabric from the front, attaching it to the bikini strapless top that barely covered the melon-like mounds of her sumptuous breasts. The back was bare to well below her waist, her hour-glass waist, she mused as she stood up to primp her hair. She ran her long slender fingers over the outline of her body, lending her needed confidence. Picking up her Tequila Sunrise for a sip to help slow her pounding heart, she heard a key turn in the door. This was it!
"Darling!" Ann ran to her husband, still handsomely dressed in his pilot's uniform, and threw her lithe tanned arms around his neck.
"What's this?" he chuckled pleasantly, "I thought you had a couple of exams tomorrow?"
She loosened her grip. "Oh yes," she stammered, "but I've already studied. I wanted to have some time alone with you tonight."
"Sounds good to me," he bent down, giving her a peck on the cheek and, moving with slow steps so typical of the cautious pilot, sat down in the rocker. Ann watched her husband as he slowly removed his hat and cradled it on one knee. He returned her glance.
"What's up?" he beamed, showing off his generous full mouth and pearly white teeth set off by the deepness of his olive skinned tan.
"Guess what?" she feigned happiness, "I ran into an old friend of mine from my old days when I was a stewardess and…" she cleared her throat, hoping the three drinks would lend her the courage to go through with her evil plan. "… and he wants you to fly a charter job for him." She gulped down the remains of her glass sitting next to John on the marble end table.
"Sounds good, honey, but I really don't feel like discussing flying tonight. Had a hard flight," he said, wiping his beaded forehead with the back of his large hand. "Those thirteen hour flights are real killers."
"How about a drink?" Ann rushed toward the refrigerator of her rustic kitchen that she had so proudly decorated herself. On one shelf of the kitchen butch she displayed her collection of cook books – a collection accumulated from years of John's and her flying. Ann fancied herself a gourmet cook and, so far, no one had disputed her domestic claim to fame. Against the other wall was a walnut stained cabinet filled with copper pots and pans, measuring cups, spoons and bowls. These, too, were gifts from John. Everything in the house echoed John, his generosity, his kindness, his concern for his lovely wife of whom he was so rightly proud. Her heart sank as she poured him a glass of fine French wine, specially purchased for the spell she was about to cast over him. Like a witch, she thought, disgusted with herself as she set the cork down, allowing the wine to `breathe' before his second glass. I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself: the words were carved in bold letters in her mind; she felt like Hawthorne's doomed female in The Scarlet Letter.
"Here you are, darling," she whirled toward the living room with a large crystal wine glass in her graceful hand.
"Thanks, honey," he pulled his wife to his knee and set his glass down on the end table with a crackle as it slapped the marble.
"Tell me about school, little woman of mine. How's it going? That fool professor… what's his name? Still following you around?" He laughed amusedly at the thought of all those professors and pubescent fraternity boys running after his wife with their tongues hanging out of their thirsty mouths and cocks growing inch by surprising inch at the sight of his voluptuously breasted wife, who, knowing her sexual appeal, flaunted her stuff just to get a reaction. He'd seen that in stewardesses before. Christi He'd seen enough of them, probably more than his faithful wife would like to know about.
"Only once. Saw him just once today." Ann reached for her near empty glass and, finding it empty, settled for the cherry at the bottom which she teasingly sucked into her mouth and, kissing her husband wetly, slipped it between his teeth.
"Jesus! You're in a reckless mood tonight."
Now was her chance. "I'm just thinking about all the money you could make if you would take just one flight."
"Yeah," he sighed boringly, "I've heard about these flights. You fly low under the radar so they can't get you and you end up dead from air currents pulling you down. Most end up in flames."
Ann jumped as if a million watts of electricity had zapped her slender torso. It was too real, too agonizingly real! Her first husband, Paul's twinkling blue eyes flashed before her like a bolt of lightning. His perky red hair and that silly cowlick and his broad, toothy grin. No, she shuddered, she couldn't let that happen again, no matter what Mike Boston did to her. Ann took the cue, the ominous reality, and dropped the subject. There was time.
"Have you eaten?"
"No. Not hungry yet. Except…" he drew her down close to him, her breasts crushing against his muscular chest. "Come here, you little school girl, you sexy thing! Tell your husband what you learned in anatomy. Show me!" he teased. He reached for his wine goblet and tilted it in the way of a salute and tossed the drink off and leaped to his feet with surprising quickness and ease, Ann's arms still clasped around his thick muscular neck. In a few strides, he was at their bedroom door and he snapped it shut. "That's so Dante doesn't come nosing around like usual." He set Ann back on her feet as he slipped off his shirt. Ann stood up leaning against the bedpost, disappointed with her unconvincing argument that would free her, free them both from her ugly disgusting past. He came back to her then and took her in his arms with such a force and strength that she gasped for breath. He kissed her hard on the mouth, running his tongue in between her teeth as she fought to get her breath.
He let her go and she staggered back, losing her balance and sprawling on the bed. He was on top of her in an instant, his strong body crushing hers as he kissed her mouth, face and neck and his hand massaged her breasts. He jumped up and seemed, suddenly, inexplicably, casual as he started to undress. He looked down at her with a little grin on one corner of his mouth. "Better get that dress off."
Ann stood up and, looking at her husband, pulled her strapless dress down over her well tanned body, and stood before him in her white lace bikini panties. John's eyes glimmered as he took in his wife's voluptuous form, her panties barely covering her swollen pussy mound. She turned slowly, exposing her bare buttocks with the flimsy panties biting deep into the crack between her cheeks.
"You're one hell of a woman," he purred salaciously. "And you know it too, you little bitch!" He stared at her full, round breasts. "Bet you could get a man to do anything you damned well pleased with that body of yours:" He ran his tongue over his lips in anxious anticipation.
Ann sighed, her melon-like breasts growing inches as she held her breath for a brief moment. Just about anything, she thought mournfully, except coerce you into making that one flight.
She watched her shirtless husband placing his hands on her breasts. "Not bad," he murmured, "not bad at all for a married woman:" Playfully, his hands pinched at her cripples and she felt them leap into life, sending a bolt of warmth and wetness down into her vagina.
"You love to show off your body, don't you?" he whispered wetly into her small ear, brushing against her gold loop earring.
With a grin, she unzipped his pants and undid his belt and watched as his pants fell to the floor with a clink of change and keys. John stood in his underwear, his penis growing underneath, and looked down. His easy laughter filled the room. "Ever notice how ridiculous a man looks with his pants down around his ankles!" he quipped.
Ann put her hand to her mouth and giggled. It was true, there was something absurd about it. He stepped out of his pants and pulled off his underwear and stood before her naked, his cock swelling as she watched it. It was a huge cock. Her husband had the biggest cock she had ever seen! It was almost as big as Mike's infamous dildo he had used on her that first night. She cringed at the thought. But this was real! With a little pleased sound she took it in her hands and lovingly caressed it and stroked the skin back so that the red mushroom head bulged out.
With a happy cry, she sank to her knees fn front of him, the cock still in her hands, and rubbed it all over her naked breasts and neck and face. Then, settling into position, she held it straight out in front of her and let the tip of her tongue slide slowly out and lick the head of his cock. She closed her eyes and tasted the cum – one little drop – that was glistening in the tiny end-slit. It tasted so good. Her lips formed a perfect oval and she pushed her head forward, feeling his desire-swollen rod pushing against her lips, feeling him pump his hips slowly forward as his hands tangled his fingers in her hair. With a rush, her lips gave and she opened her mouth wide and took all the thick hot cock she could. It filled her mouth and slid easily back into her throat, and she fought against choking as she began to gently suck, her lips stroking the tender flesh slowly back and forth. John didn't have to move as she worked her lips, tongue and jaw to slip his foreskin back and forth in her-mouth, his blood filled cock-head popping in and out. Above her, she heard him catch his breath and mutter, "Jesus, woman, you're one hell of a wife!"
Freeing her hands, she cradled his balls with one hand while the other slowly reached behind him, felt his hard-muscled thigh, and slowly started up until she found his buttocks clenched tight together. Slowly, with one finger extended, she began boring in, trying to find and touch his anus while she increased the rhythm and intensity of her sucking. She felt his cock swelling even bigger in her mouth, forcing her jaw open wider and her lips clamped around the shaft like two taut rubber bands.
Her finger found his anus and she heard his groan as she flicked lightly over it. With another deeper groan, he pushed her head away and, lifting her by the armpits, raised her high and. threw her on the bed.
Ann sprawled with her long blonde hair tossed across the covers, one knee up. John, his face taut with passion, was hovering over her, pulling off the flimsy white panties with a jerk and falling on top of her.
She opened her legs wide enough to feel his cock nestle between them, and then she squeezed her thighs shut and felt his wetly throbbing hardness caught in her warm soft pussy-flesh. As he caressed her breasts, cupping one so that he could bend his head and gently bite and suck on the nipple, she began undulating, moving her thighs and hips, teasing his tortured cock as she engulfed it again and she gyrated more, feeling his body hard and heavy on her. Then, opening her thighs just a little and forcing her hands down underneath her so that they cupped the cheeks of her buttocks, she slid them under until her finger-tips could feel the swollen lips of her soft, curl-fringed cunt. God, she thought, I'm so wet! He won this round, she mused, thinking only of the muscular torso hovering over her.
Slowly, she pulled her desire-swollen cunt apart, allowing her cherry-red vaginal lips to roll out and feel the shaft of his cock burying itself lengthwise along the hungering slit of her pussy. Then she let go and squeezed her thighs shut tight again with all her strength.
She exulted in the feeling of having his cock caught in her slippery cunt and she pumped her hips and shimmied her thighs as she heard his breathing coming heavy and hard. He slipped one arm under her waist and pulled her tight toward him, curving her back and forcing her breasts to jut out even further. Then she felt his other hand creeping down her back, feeling its way down her spine and then forcing, wedging down in between her firm full buttocks and the bed. His middle finger felt the soft, smooth crevice up between her ass cheeks and slid downward.
With a moan, she let her thighs relax and slowly spread her legs wide. She wanted him, she wanted his cock slamming inside of her. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and bent her knees, feeling a trickle of the secretions of her cunt seeping down between the bunched cheeks of her buttocks and felt it, warm and exciting, flowing over her tightly puckered anus. A little cry of delight bubbled out of her throat as she felt his finger slide up and press on her anal entrance, and she squirmed her buttocks and bent her knees even more, pulling them back so that her cunt and anus were exposed as much as possible to him. Again, she felt the delicious experience of giving in; of being submissive, of letting someone do what he wanted with her. The only thing that was missing was the humiliation, but the size and ferocity of his penis would more than make up for it. God, she thought, I want to be fucked by this man, this husband of mine till I'm blind! She closed her eyes and crooned and wished that every man in the world, her father included, would walk through that door right now and see her getting fucked.
"Oh, John," she crooned, "fuck me, do what-ever you want to me, fuck me all night!"
John responded by putting the head of his cock against her cunt and rubbing it massively up and down, tossing her clitoris around in a maddening way. She began pumping her hips, eager to get that huge lust-engorged cock inside her, hoping it would fill her and fuck her all night. "I love to fuck!" she whispered in his ear.
In answer, he pushed his hips down and forward and the huge head of his cock easily spread the lips of her vagina. She was ready and willing and begging. Ann felt her breath leaving her body exactly as if she were falling in a high speed elevator and she made a breathy sound as she felt his huge cock sliding and swelling inside of her cunt, stretching her vaginal walls in a delicious sensual way. And still it slid in, its passage made easy by her lubrication and desire to be fucked.
It seemed like it could go no farther and still it came, making her feel as giddy and hot as the top of a cast iron stove. No cock in the whole world could be that long! Still it came, bludgeoning at last against her cervix and bringing a spasm of momentary pain that delighted and excited her and made her flare her nostrils and moan, "Oh, John, fuck me, fuck me with all you've got!"
And John, his face aroused and alight with passion, began sawing his thick long cock in and out and Ann closed her eyes and felt as if she were a kid again on a roller coaster going down one dip to climb to the next, then, holding her breath she felt the hurtling wild plunge downward and she screamed with a wild abandon and delight. "Fuuuccckkkmmmeeee!"
John started slowly, gradually building the tempo, getting her hips and torso moving in rhythm to his, taking her along on a ride, building her to where she was wailing constantly while her fingernails clawed at his back and her body undulated and rippled in sensuous abandon.
Timing his move to just the right second, he sank his thick cock all the way home as she threw her head back and moaned wildly and thrust her hips up to take it all. The thick shaft of his cock had spread her cunt wide and she used all her strength to contract her vaginal lips around the glistening wet shaft and then trembled in place, each of them using all their strength to hold the pose.
Then, with a quick movement, he plunged his middle finger home into the tightly clenched walls of her rectum and Ann's mouth fell open and a long throaty cry came from her lips. "Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!"
And then, his finger moving and squirming deep up in her tight little asshole, he began fucking her savagely, his balls slapping against her exposed buttocks as he lifted her off the bed and slammed her down deep into the mattress and her natural resilience forced her up again to meet his cock ramming deep into her. Ann saw stars and his face seemed a blur in front of her eyes as she felt herself cumming with a rush, cumming with an orgasm that would be impossible to resist.
Her mouth flew open and her head thrashed wildly back and forth as her eyes rolled white in her head and she felt her body tensing; arching up as the orgasm came and twisted her body convulsively like a stick thrown into a roaring fire. "I… I… I'm cumming!" she moaned then screamed with delight as she felt every nerve in her body tingle and her flesh turn to soft, doughy rubber as her cunt jerked and twitched around the great cock and she came and kept cumming as he fucked her harder, hurting her now with his savage lustful strength.
And she kept cumming, again and again as he seemed inexhaustible. He fucked her until she felt his cock growing even bigger, swelling, torturing the wet inflamed walls of her cunt, and the pain increased her orgasm, sending her off in a second rocket burst of cum and she moaned and saliva caught and rattled in her throat as his prick kept swelling until she was sure it would explode inside her.
And it did, with John giving out a low bellow. It seemed to burst and shoot streams of hot thick sperm inside her, filling her up, engulfing her and seeping out of her cunt around the hotly clenched tendons of her vaginal lips.
One final wild lunge by John deep inside of her and one final spurt of hot cum and he collapsed moaning and rolled off her onto his back.
Ann, feeling her bones like warm taffy, rolled over and kissed him, then let her tongue slide down over his face, his neck, chest, and stomach. She licked his body all down to where she buried her face in his tangled pubic hair. She was on her knees now, her hand holding his still erect penis, and she could feel his hands caressing her buttocks and she spread her knees so his finger could play with her cunt. Opening her eyes, she saw his cock in front of her, licked the cum, his and hers, off the tip, and then put it in her mouth and sucked, her tongue twirling wildly around.
She wanted more. Despite her totally fulfilled feeling, lewdness and the thrill of having, his cock in her again came surging up. She wanted him to fuck her again and she sucked with all her might and guile, using every trick she could think of to make his cock grow hard and erect again.
She manipulated his foreskin with her tongue and lips, making it slide back and forth on the mushroom head and felt it grow as his hands grew more excited and his fingers began sawing in and out of her cunt, making a-soft wet exciting sound. She wiggled her buttocks and sucked as she felt the cock growing, swelling in her mouth and felt his hips beginning to pump.
The tempo increased and, as her head bobbed up and down, she took as much of his thick shaft as she could in her mouth, fighting the impulse to gag. She sucked harder and faster as his hips pumped and soon it was hard for her to tell if she were sucking him or he was fucking her in the mouth.
She sucked, feeling the head and shaft growing rock-hard again, feeling his massive hardness swell, and she knew he was going to cum in her mouth. She heard him moan with delight and thrilled at the way his strong loins pumped up and down, in and out of her mouth. She felt his hands circling her hip, pulling her over to him. She lifted one leg and lay flat on top of him, her shapely thighs split wide and her cunt right in front of his face. His hands cupped the buttocks and pulled her loins down and she felt his tongue licking maddeningly at her cunt, burying itself deep inside of her and then darting out to,lick at her tiny rigid clitoris.
The two of them lay. with their hips pumping wildly and they sucked and licked as they clung together, undulating and writhing in sensuous abandon. And she felt John's body tensing, his cock swelling bigger, forcing her mouth open wide as he came, pumping more hot vicious sperm into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and the cords of her neck stood out as she swallowed the hot, pungent liquid, her body twisting with delight as John darted his tongue in and out of her cunt and she came for what seemed like an hour.
Then, the two of them spent, she rolled off him and cuddled beside him, falling o$ into a deep, relaxed, dreamless sleep.