with his crime novels and went through to the kitchen to get a glass of water. By the time I’d slaked my thirst and returned to the living room Alan was gone. I found him in his bed embracing the dummy. I lifted the duvet and climbed in beside them. This woke Alan. Instantly awake, he unceremoniously tossed the dummy to the floor and embraced me. Our lips met, I could feel Alan’s erection through my nightie.
Alan was in no rush to fuck me, he wanted to make sure I was properly lubricated before entering my cunt. So he ran his hands over my body, tweaking my nipples and teasing me by brushing his hands close by my quim without touching my clitoris. Alan was an experienced older man. I’ve never met anyone who made love with such scientific deliberation. Every stroke told to the uttermost. He slowly drew out his prick until the tip of the glans only rested between my lips, and then with equal deliberation drove it slowly back, making its ridge press firmly against the upper creases of my vagina as it passed into my cunt. Then when the whole length was enclosed and it seemed as if even my belly had been filled by it, Alan gently worked it about from side to side, causing the big round head to rub deliciously on the sensitive mouth of my womb. In my ecstasy I was bellowing obscenities. Then we both groaned with excess of pleasure, and my cunt tingled round his palpitating tool as the life flood darted from the opposite sources of delight in reciprocating streams of unctuous spunk.
Alan lay back to recover his breath and rest himself after these exertions. When he saw me wiping my wet receiver with a tissue, he asked me to perform the same kind office for him. I willing complied, and kneeling at his side took his soft and moistened prick into my hands and tenderly wiped it all round, then stooping forward I pressed my lips on its flowing tip. This position elevated my behind and Alan proceeded at once to avail himself of it. Throwing my nightie over my back, he moved me towards him until my naked posterior was almost opposite his face. Then spreading my thighs, he opened the lips of my quim with his fingers, played about the clitoris, and having moistened his finger in my cunt, pushed it into my arsehole. While Alan tickled the crannies and fissures of my backside, I fondled his prick and moulded his balls. After a while I straddled directly over him, then stooped until my sex rested on his mouth. I was dripping as I felt his warm breath blowing aside the hairs of my cunt, and his pliant tongue winding round my clitoris, playing between my nymphae and exploring the secret passage inside. When he went on to the nether entrance, and I felt the titillation of his tongue amid its sensitive creases, the sluices of pleasure burst open and I became conscious of a melting sensation.
I twisted my rump and expanded the wrinkles in my arsehole to let Alan’s tongue further in. I took the head and shoulders of his prick into my mouth and sucked with all my force, screwing my tongue around its indented neck and all the while, moulding his balls with one hand and frigging his arse with the other. Alan began to heave his loins up and down, driving his manhood in and out of my mouth as if he were fucking it. His pole grew larger, stronger and hotter. I felt his open mouth in my cunt sipping up the pleasure drops that trickled down its excited folds. Finally, a torrent of hot spunk, luscious and sweet, burst into my mouth and flowed down my throat. I twisted around and soon we were asleep in each other’s arms. I dreamt of crop circles, shooting stars and forbidden books. Alan whispered in my ears that he could never remember his dreams. I didn’t believe him. He wanted to lose his subjectivity, wreak crystal revenge, but his fatal strategy hadn’t reached fruition yet.
FOUR
CRAWLING UP slowly from a deep pit of sleep, my body pinned beneath Alan’s weight. His chest pressing down against my back. Alan’s cock between my legs as I
Alan was in no rush to fuck me, he wanted to make sure I was properly lubricated before entering my cunt. So he ran his hands over my body, tweaking my nipples and teasing me by brushing his hands close by my quim without touching my clitoris. Alan was an experienced older man. I’ve never met anyone who made love with such scientific deliberation. Every stroke told to the uttermost. He slowly drew out his prick until the tip of the glans only rested between my lips, and then with equal deliberation drove it slowly back, making its ridge press firmly against the upper creases of my vagina as it passed into my cunt. Then when the whole length was enclosed and it seemed as if even my belly had been filled by it, Alan gently worked it about from side to side, causing the big round head to rub deliciously on the sensitive mouth of my womb. In my ecstasy I was bellowing obscenities. Then we both groaned with excess of pleasure, and my cunt tingled round his palpitating tool as the life flood darted from the opposite sources of delight in reciprocating streams of unctuous spunk.
Alan lay back to recover his breath and rest himself after these exertions. When he saw me wiping my wet receiver with a tissue, he asked me to perform the same kind office for him. I willing complied, and kneeling at his side took his soft and moistened prick into my hands and tenderly wiped it all round, then stooping forward I pressed my lips on its flowing tip. This position elevated my behind and Alan proceeded at once to avail himself of it. Throwing my nightie over my back, he moved me towards him until my naked posterior was almost opposite his face. Then spreading my thighs, he opened the lips of my quim with his fingers, played about the clitoris, and having moistened his finger in my cunt, pushed it into my arsehole. While Alan tickled the crannies and fissures of my backside, I fondled his prick and moulded his balls. After a while I straddled directly over him, then stooped until my sex rested on his mouth. I was dripping as I felt his warm breath blowing aside the hairs of my cunt, and his pliant tongue winding round my clitoris, playing between my nymphae and exploring the secret passage inside. When he went on to the nether entrance, and I felt the titillation of his tongue amid its sensitive creases, the sluices of pleasure burst open and I became conscious of a melting sensation.
I twisted my rump and expanded the wrinkles in my arsehole to let Alan’s tongue further in. I took the head and shoulders of his prick into my mouth and sucked with all my force, screwing my tongue around its indented neck and all the while, moulding his balls with one hand and frigging his arse with the other. Alan began to heave his loins up and down, driving his manhood in and out of my mouth as if he were fucking it. His pole grew larger, stronger and hotter. I felt his open mouth in my cunt sipping up the pleasure drops that trickled down its excited folds. Finally, a torrent of hot spunk, luscious and sweet, burst into my mouth and flowed down my throat. I twisted around and soon we were asleep in each other’s arms. I dreamt of crop circles, shooting stars and forbidden books. Alan whispered in my ears that he could never remember his dreams. I didn’t believe him. He wanted to lose his subjectivity, wreak crystal revenge, but his fatal strategy hadn’t reached fruition yet.
FOUR
CRAWLING UP slowly from a deep pit of sleep, my body pinned beneath Alan’s weight. His chest pressing down against my back. Alan’s cock between my legs as I
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