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 She nodded. "I'm very wet for you." When I did slip inside, we both gasped at the pleasure of it. She was tight and good. We both felt the meeting of our flesh in that perfect passage. The train and the tunnel loved each other and roared together. I came almost immediately, and retreated just a bit as I went limp. "Sorry." "No matter," she whispered. "I'll get you going again. Just rest a little."
"I'll rest inside of you."
"Oh yes, and suck my nipples. I love having my nipples sucked."
So I nuzzled her nipples, which had puckered up and grown into pink button mushrooms. I lay relaxed beside her, with my cock limp in the entrance. She took care of herself for a bit, and I enjoyed watching. She slid one hand down under her heavy buttocks so that she got two fingers into her oyster from below, and massaged the lower entrance where fluid pooled. As she did this, the mid-knuckles of those two fingers stroked up against the swollen area on the lower side of my erection. With her other hand, she massaged her clitoris from the front. She had a rhythmic way of doing this. She would pinch her clitoris firmly and shake it from side to side, like a lion killing its prey.
Then she'd spread two fingers and rub them up and down with the clit riding high between them. In the blue light, I saw it getting hard. I watched the little bud grow and peek out from under the clitoral hood. I listened to the lapping of waves and I put my hand on her wide belly, which shook with contractions racing through her as she came for the first time. I could feel myself getting hard again. Still sucking on one tit, I reached down beside her fingers and imitated what she did to her clitoris. I felt a firm little bundle between my index finger and thumb. "O God yes, do it that way," she said. Her eyes were closed, and her face looked upward in ecstasy. Meanwhile, the hand that had rubbed her clitoris now slid down under her butt and up so that she had one little fingernail slipping in and out of her rectum. I thought of C's delightful ass and bum hole, but how loose she was compared to D. They are all so different, these women, each a world of delight to explore!
D was the first woman I knew who was not only great at masturbating, but also liked playing with her behind. It was a novel idea to me at the time. I'd always been attracted strongly to a pretty behind (like C's exceptional ass and curvature) but I thought it was just eye candy. It never occurred to me that some women derive extra pleasure from stimulation down there. I held her breast but stopped sucking so I could get a better look. I stopped rubbing her clit and put my fingertip down there, replacing hers at the butt hole. "You can go down and watch me," she whispered. "Go on, I want to see you watch me."
I pulled out and slid around so we were head to toe. I pushed her legs up—which I find erotic, because it is such a pose of invitation—and gently inserted a finger lubricated with spit into her rectum. "Oh yeah," she said in a low groan. She now had both hands free to fan her clit and simultaneously run a five-fingered crane beak rapidly in and out of her pussy.
The crane beak is a martial arts metaphor of putting the five finger tips of one hand together in a point, almost forming a kind of cone with the hand. Her wetness made smacking sounds as she masturbated. I played with her butt hole, using two fingers to open it just a crack, and to massage it this way and that while looking at its puckered beauty. Some women are brownies, while others are pinkies. She was a pinkie—tits, oyster, and even the inside of her ass. It was so little, and yet so great to play with. She struggled up the slope of passion and came with a wail. She thrashed around, slapping the sheets beside her and rocking up and down.
Then she grasped my cock. "Are you ready, baby? You helped me out so great. You were a good boy. Now I want to see about getting you up there for a second orgasm. Are you ready, baby?"
"Oh man," I said. I was still at her lower end, and pushed her legs back up so I could soak my face in her wet oyster. I got my tongue all the way up where the birth canal starts (or ends, depending on who you are and which way you're heading). With her mouth on my dong, she had a lip-seal that was first class. She could suction a dick with precision like a German motor. I had never imagined such an exquisite blow-job. Better call it a suction-job. Several times, she released vacuum, and there was a loud popping sound. My dick almost went numb, but it stayed hard as a surfboard. After one such popping noise, she said: "You're hard as a rock, Peter. Get in me, quick."
We did a quick shift around, and I popped into that tight little oyster of hers. We rolled over so I was on my back and she rode me. I reached up to squeeze her orbs. She played with them, then reached down to gently twist my nipples. Here's a little secret. My nipples are the most sensitive part of me (aside from the head of my erect Schwanz). If a woman touches them, I come. As I now did, and she came again, so that we moaned together. She rode up and down with her full breasts flopping out of control. I was afraid she would hurt herself, and pressed my palms against them for her to contain them. She wrapped her arms around my hands and her tits and then collapsed in a final orgasm that drained her. She lay limply on top of me, a firm, heavy girl. Older woman. "Just stay there," I said while kissing her face. She laughed like a drunk in her weakness while I pressed her full buttocks down and enjoyed the feel of being inside her.
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