rump.
47
Annie’s pussy was hot, tight, and sweet. My cock felt like it was in
a small, silken sleeve, a chamber that could clutch and ripple in
response to each of my gliding pushes.
Usually, the first time for a couple who have been apart for a while
is not all that great. Such was not the case for us.
After about another ten minutes of diligent humping, Annie brought
her mouth to mine, her tongue going into my mouth. It was a sign
that she was about to cum.
Sensing her impending orgasm, I redoubled my efforts, pounding
my cock in and out as fast as I possibly could.
We had a satisfying mutual orgasm, crying out as we tumbled into
it. Thank heavens, Annie isn’t a screamer, certainly not like Polly
Ellsworth was in the throes of orgasm. Annie just does this incredible
tensing thing, accompanied by a whine/whimper that is very exciting
to hear.
In harmony with her whimper, I made my usual barking
exclamations, with both of us more or less nutting ourselves off into
the stratosphere.
Afterwards, we sat up in bed and talked. Annie had a pack of these
Indonesian clove cigarettes and we each smoked one. I told Annie the
old joke about the woman who was asked if she smoked after sex and
was surprised to learn that she had never heard it before.
"Go ahead," Annie said.
"A woman was asked if she smoked after sex. She replied that she
didn’t know because she never looked to see."
Annie laughed. "That’s funny," she said.
As usual, Annie refused to let me eat her pussy but showed not the
least hint of reluctance to restore me with a nice long sucking after our
first fuck.
Too bad, too. Annie has a naturally hairless pussy. Oh, there are a
few thin sprouts over her clitoris, which she keeps shaved. So there is
none to speak of, really. It’s very unusual, but sexy as hell, in my
opinion.
However, Annie is very sensitive about her nearly bald pussy and
won’t let me (or anyone else, I imagine) apply tongue and lips to it.
48
After our second session, we must have slept for about six hours,
and when we woke up, we must have felt pretty good, because we did
it again, with me giving to her doggy-style, with no switch to
missionary position this time.
That was by far the longest round of three fucks that first night.
Made a big wet spot on the pillow I stuck under Annie’s belly to raise
her butt up.
The next day we took a drive up the coast, stopping to take in
several viewpoints. Then we headed up to the north jetty to look
around. Annie had a good camera with her and took a few snapshots.
I talked a guy who was there into taking one of us together, with the
ocean in the background.
I have no idea how it will turn out.
Then it was back to Bay Street for a tour of the shops. When we
got back to the cabin, I made dinner and we drank more wine. The
sex was a reprise of the first night, except that all three were
missionary position.
"That other one," Annie said, meaning doggy style, "kind of makes
me sore."
Truth be told, my literary efforts seem to turn her on, it would
appear. It was cold in my bedroom so we had to snuggle very close.
For once she didn’t talk me to death, just threw her head back and let
it happen.
Still, she seems to be wary of me for some reason. Or maybe I am
projecting my own fears. She is of course adorable. I really wish she
were a tad less inhibited, but she really has the most flawless skin and
a lovely complexion.
As for my book, Annie was encouraging, but realistic.
"At least you’ve got a book written," she said. "Whatever faults it
may have can probably be corrected, or you can write another one.
Yours is a pretty unique accomplishment, Patrick. I don’t think you
ought to be ashamed of anything. And don’t take my criticisms too
hard. Promise me?"
"Well, thank you, and I will not," I said.
49
The next thing I knew, Annie’s sweater was off, and I was once
more kissing and sucking her big white boobies, nuzzling them
47
Annie’s pussy was hot, tight, and sweet. My cock felt like it was in
a small, silken sleeve, a chamber that could clutch and ripple in
response to each of my gliding pushes.
Usually, the first time for a couple who have been apart for a while
is not all that great. Such was not the case for us.
After about another ten minutes of diligent humping, Annie brought
her mouth to mine, her tongue going into my mouth. It was a sign
that she was about to cum.
Sensing her impending orgasm, I redoubled my efforts, pounding
my cock in and out as fast as I possibly could.
We had a satisfying mutual orgasm, crying out as we tumbled into
it. Thank heavens, Annie isn’t a screamer, certainly not like Polly
Ellsworth was in the throes of orgasm. Annie just does this incredible
tensing thing, accompanied by a whine/whimper that is very exciting
to hear.
In harmony with her whimper, I made my usual barking
exclamations, with both of us more or less nutting ourselves off into
the stratosphere.
Afterwards, we sat up in bed and talked. Annie had a pack of these
Indonesian clove cigarettes and we each smoked one. I told Annie the
old joke about the woman who was asked if she smoked after sex and
was surprised to learn that she had never heard it before.
"Go ahead," Annie said.
"A woman was asked if she smoked after sex. She replied that she
didn’t know because she never looked to see."
Annie laughed. "That’s funny," she said.
As usual, Annie refused to let me eat her pussy but showed not the
least hint of reluctance to restore me with a nice long sucking after our
first fuck.
Too bad, too. Annie has a naturally hairless pussy. Oh, there are a
few thin sprouts over her clitoris, which she keeps shaved. So there is
none to speak of, really. It’s very unusual, but sexy as hell, in my
opinion.
However, Annie is very sensitive about her nearly bald pussy and
won’t let me (or anyone else, I imagine) apply tongue and lips to it.
48
After our second session, we must have slept for about six hours,
and when we woke up, we must have felt pretty good, because we did
it again, with me giving to her doggy-style, with no switch to
missionary position this time.
That was by far the longest round of three fucks that first night.
Made a big wet spot on the pillow I stuck under Annie’s belly to raise
her butt up.
The next day we took a drive up the coast, stopping to take in
several viewpoints. Then we headed up to the north jetty to look
around. Annie had a good camera with her and took a few snapshots.
I talked a guy who was there into taking one of us together, with the
ocean in the background.
I have no idea how it will turn out.
Then it was back to Bay Street for a tour of the shops. When we
got back to the cabin, I made dinner and we drank more wine. The
sex was a reprise of the first night, except that all three were
missionary position.
"That other one," Annie said, meaning doggy style, "kind of makes
me sore."
Truth be told, my literary efforts seem to turn her on, it would
appear. It was cold in my bedroom so we had to snuggle very close.
For once she didn’t talk me to death, just threw her head back and let
it happen.
Still, she seems to be wary of me for some reason. Or maybe I am
projecting my own fears. She is of course adorable. I really wish she
were a tad less inhibited, but she really has the most flawless skin and
a lovely complexion.
As for my book, Annie was encouraging, but realistic.
"At least you’ve got a book written," she said. "Whatever faults it
may have can probably be corrected, or you can write another one.
Yours is a pretty unique accomplishment, Patrick. I don’t think you
ought to be ashamed of anything. And don’t take my criticisms too
hard. Promise me?"
"Well, thank you, and I will not," I said.
49
The next thing I knew, Annie’s sweater was off, and I was once
more kissing and sucking her big white boobies, nuzzling them
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