Beach Bingo

Funny how, after such a mind-blowing experience as that, it felt a little like trying to unsolve a jigsaw puzzle piece by tortured piece to disentangle ourselves from each other. Extract my hand here, let her remove a foot there, roll this way, try something else. We had become interlocking pieces, just like the puzzle box said. Ah, but it was all worth it.

We basked in the afterglow of our pleasure for quite a while, at first just silently enjoying the company, then talking and getting to know each other better as time went on. I found out that Taylor had been a secondary education teacher for eleven years and really loved her work. However she didn't know if she wanted to go back to the same life in the same town now that the divorce was common knowledge.

When she asked what I did for a living, I admitted to doing very little. I managed investments made from a low seven figure inheritance received after the death of my parents three years before. So far the investments provided a comfortable living for me without having to delve into the principal amount. It was my goal to keep it that way.

Then Taylor tilted her head back and said, "You did get off, right?"

"Yep. Very nicely, thank you."

"Yeah? How about now? Are you ready to go again? How would you like it?"

"How about doggy? I really like your bottom, sweetie."

She giggled but quickly rolled over and pulled her knees up, raising her ass in the air. "Like this?" she asked over her shoulder.

I was already up on my knees looking at her wonderfully round ass, my arrow preceding me toward another connection. "Yes, that is so-o-o-o beautiful!"

"Drive it deep, sugar," she urged. "Let me feel all of you in me, honey!"

With my left hand full of her left hip, I guided my dong into her still-wet and stretched pussy. With one easy thrust, I buried my entire shaft into her warmth, eliciting a moan of pleasure and a few words of encouragement from her. For the next several moments, I held her hips in both hands, keeping us tightly joined together while my cock flexed repeatedly inside her tunnel. Her hand slid between her legs and captured my balls, slowly massaging them and sending thousands of tiny electric shocks through my system.

I slowly began moving in small circles, rubbing my cock around inside her still. Gradually I pulled back an inch at a time only to slam it back inside her over and over again and then began to lengthen my strokes. The feelings emanating from repeatedly slamming against her sweet ass pumped up the lustful senses dominating my brain until I was finally extracting my entire length, except for the head, and ramming it back into her as hard and fast as I could.

The grand finale came when Taylor screamed, "Oh, yes, baby! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... I'M CUMMING!"

I felt her whole being begin to quake wildly while her pulsing pussy grabbed my cock and started to milk it, ending my 'run for the gold' as my balls spat shot after shot of hot sperm into her vagina. I crammed us together again tightly and held on for dear life as the greatest sensation on earth washed over us both.

Shortly after the last drops dribbled out of my cock, I rolled over onto the bed and pulled Taylor into my arms, covering her face with kisses. We took most of the next half-hour to recovery while cuddling and discussed what we wanted for dinner. Taylor called room service to place our order and then we climbed into her shower to clean up before the food arrived. I was tempted to fuck her again but there wasn't time to do it properly so we just fondled each other, using the soap as a facilitator.

She was dressed in a shorty robe and I was back in my swim trunks when the food arrived. We ate rather leisurely; talking about our education, our goals in life, and whatever else came to mind. After I had put the dishes on a tray outside the door, we sat on the love seat in the front room and watched an action adventure movie with Taylor cuddled under my arm. She didn't discourage me when my hand, draped over her shoulder, snaked into the robe and fondled her breasts.

By the time the movie was over, I was hard and she was hot. Holding my cock, she guided us back to the bedroom, where we shed our clothes and climbed into bed. After a few minutes of smooching and finger exploration, Taylor turned onto her left side, raised her right leg and guided my cock toward her pussy. I scooted up behind her, spooned to her backside, and slid my probe into her warm willing core.

This time I maintained my composure enough to make the fuck last more than 40 minutes, according to the clock radio on the bedside table. My fingers between her legs coaxed Taylor to three more orgasms, although two of them were rather sedate compared to the earlier ones. Mine was a little on the weak side too when I finally came but they were all satisfying for a time and we curled up together, my arms around her and my face resting on the side of her sweet smelling cheek as we drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I awoke before Taylor. I was on my side again, facing her. She was laying on her back with the cover sheet kicked off and her legs bowed slightly. She had a little smile on her face, as if she was dreaming of something very pleasant. I watched her for several moments before an idea began to form.

Slowly, careful to keep from jiggling the bed, I moved downward, then between her legs, lifting them until her feet rested on my shoulder blades. That left her unresisting legs spread wide open, her precious pussy in front of my face. Ever so gently, I began to lick her outer folds with long slow strokes, more in the nature of a tease than an attempt to explore her contours.

I was very careful to keep from moving fast enough to make the bed shake; I didn't want to wake her until she was ready. For several minutes I continued licking the soft tissue of her outer labia, feeling them gradually warm with the flow of fresh blood as they engorged and enlarged.

Still being very gentle to keep from waking her, I used my fingertips to ease the outer lips to the sides, making room for my tongue to delve into her inner folds, which had begun to coat with slick clear moisture. I spent several more minutes maneuvering my tongue up and down her slit every so carefully, tasting, washing, loving the tenderness of her most private entrance.

The first time my tongue circled her clit and then fluttered over it like a hummingbird's wings, Taylor began to murmur. Although her eyes were still closed, I knew she was awake so I intensified my tongue's attack on her cunt. In just a few moments, she was humming a chorus of "Yes, baby, eat me, don't stop, eat me, I'm going to cum, baby, eat ME!"

With that, a flood of fresh nectar coated my lower face. Quickly I drove my whole face up and down her entire crease several times, covering all of my face with her juices. Then while she still savored the fading quivers of her climax, I moved up her form, eased my cock into her twat and worried both her nipples with my lips.

Taylor pulled me up to my full length so I would drive all of my pole into her and then she whispered, "Oh, baby, what a magnificent way to wake up in the morning. I'd like to do that for every morning for the rest of my life."

I grinned at her and replied, "I wouldn't mind being the one to start your days like that, sweet lady."

"Ah, if only ... " she said with a loud sigh, tugging on my ass to pull me deeper into her wide open cunt.

"Yeah, if only ... " I responded, beginning to fuck her a little more rapidly.

A few minutes later after a very satisfying climax by both of us, we showered and dressed as I prepared to walk home. Taylor told me that she would be in the hotel for the rest of the week and asked if I'd like to join her again later that week for a little more fun. We made plans to meet again on Tuesday.

It only took me a few minutes to walk home, where I fixed breakfast, changed into shorts and a T-shirt, and fired up my computer to check on my investments. Many days I made no changes; some days I found news articles that led me to move certain 'pockets' of money from here to there. Those moves didn't always pay off but so far I had managed to keep a little ahead of the game and even added a little to my base fund.

The best thing about this kind of lifestyle was that it left me plenty of time to visit the local beaches or the hangouts where women were plentiful year round. After I had powered down the 'puter, I put on a fresh pair of trunks and headed back to the beach. During the course of the day, I encountered a number of intrigued women and accepted an invitation from three of them to spend a little time in their room.

The next day, after taking care of business, I dressed in shorts and T-shirt and drove down to the Hilton, where Taylor met me in the lobby. We went to a restaurant for a late breakfast and then I acted as her guide to show her some of the local sights that she had not seen before.

One of the sights was a secluded area inland that I had discovered years before. So far as I knew, nobody else every came there. Taking a blanket from my car's trunk, we walked into the shaded spot, where I soon had her naked and on her back with her legs spread. I settled in to eating her sweet pussy but she soon talked me into a 69 position where she could suck my cock as I ate her cunt. A little later, we tried filling her twat with my cock in several positions, every one of which left me feeling fantastic, whether I came or not. Taylor was very complimentary of the way my probe made her feel.

When we were sated, we put on our swimsuits, which we had brought along for the purpose. I drove us down to a different beach than she had been on and we spent some time in the warm surf playing and having a good time; that did not preclude a little bit of additional sexual play either and we both came under the cover of the Gulf waters.

After we finally staggered out of the water, we found a cabana and changed back into our casual clothes. Back at the car, I drove us out a ways from town to a nice romantic restaurant for a quiet dinner and more talk. I found Taylor to be a very fascinating woman to talk to about a wide range of topics; in fact, she was probably more well versed on a greater number of items than I was, which made me a little concerned that she would lose interest in me.

'Hm,' I thought, 'that was an interesting response. I couldn't ever remember being concerned about whether a particular lady was interested in me or not, as long as she was willing to go to bed with me if she fit my ideas of sexy.' That meant that I gravitated toward women with more curves rather than less, particularly large breasts and round butts.

I wondered if I was making something of our relationship that was more than was actually there or ... oh, well! I'll take what I can get and let the chips fall where they may.

After dinner, I drove out to a local 'point of interest', a little jut of land where several cars could park and those who wanted to could watch the sun set over the water. For a few minutes everyday, it presented a most spectacular sight and Taylor delighted in it, as I knew she would. The fact that it also put her in a romantic mood where she tried to crawl down my throat didn't hurt either. She had my cock standing up and straining to get out of my shorts.

It was a struggle to drive back to the Hilton. It was even more of a struggle to get up to her room with Taylor wrapped around my body so tightly that it was almost – ALMOST – embarrassing. Before we walked from the front room to the bedroom, we were both naked and my dong was buried in her sloppy wet snatch. She walked on the tops of my feet while I walked on the bottoms of them.

The next three hours were a frenzy of sexual activity, virtually all of it with my dong slamming into her pussy while she came and came and came. We had no idea how many orgasms she actually had but she finally told me her pussy was too sensitive to continue. However, she asked if I'd mind screwing her ass, which was like asking a poor man if he'd like to have a gold mine. A few minutes later, after some slow, careful in-and-out movements, my arrow was balls-deep in her bowels.

Most of the next hour was spent plowing her back channel while our mouths worked feverishly on each other, although I took a few excursions to suck and nip at her tits before returning to her mouth

In the early morning hours, we were both too tired to continue ... and maybe too happy as well. I know I was more sated than I could ever remember being with one woman. I had to struggle to get to the bathroom to clean up before going back to cuddle Taylor and drift off to sleep.

The morning was almost a carbon copy of that one two days earlier. Taylor was laying on her back with her legs slightly spread, her soft breathing indicating that she was still asleep.

Once again, I slid down the bed very carefully, making sure to keep from shaking the bed. I didn't want to wake her up ... at least, not yet! Settling on my stomach between her legs, I gingerly lifted her legs until they rested on my back and began tenderly licking the soft outer lips of her pussy. There was a little saltiness to the taste, which I figured was the aftermath of my own cum left inside her last night. But that didn't diminish my desire to eat this sweet lady or a need to make her forget about the lack of appreciation she'd had the last few years of her marriage.

Time became irrelevant. That morning I devoured Taylor, loving every single flavor of her, loving the pulsing of her whole body when she came hard, loving the intense fragrance of a woman totally involved in her sexual climaxes. When she finally stopped me, rolled me on my back, and climbed on top of my spear, I thoroughly enjoyed the sensations her pussy sent up and down my shaft as she worked her bottom in a never-ending array of paces from barely moving to hummingbird wings flash and everything in between.

I'm sure it wouldn't have been the same without the sex but ultimately the most gratifying experience came when we were both spent. Taylor collapsed on my chest, locked her arms around my neck, and we lost ourselves in a kiss that went on and on and on. It was a wild, spit-swapping, tongue-exploring, air-struggling, sweet-tasting kiss that could not be broken.

We showered together, although it was just a nice intimate shower with no real sexual activity, other than a little finger exploration. After I had dressed, we made a date for Thursday morning and I drove off in search of some breakfast.

After a trip home to catch up on business events, I normally would have changed into fresh trunks and headed back to the beach but for some reason I couldn't get into the mood. Instead I moped around the house, doing a series of minor home repairs that I had been putting off. They were nothing big, since I don't consider myself to be a true handyman, but a couple of small painting repair jobs, a hinge replacement, installing some new screws in the base of my front porch's handrail, things like that.

By midafternoon, I was examining my frame of mind. This was the first day since ... I couldn't remember when ... that I had not gone down to the beach and collected one or more sweet pussies for the pushin'. But this day, for some reason I couldn't put my finger on, I had no interest in banging strange pussy. Could it be that I was losing my lust for the female body?

Nah! Not a chance. I LOVE women!

Then how could I explain my lack of interest this fine sunny day? Could it ... could it be the ol' four letter word? Could I be falling in l-o-v-e? Shee-it! I didn't believe it. I loved all women too much to ever fall for just one ... didn't I?

After a simple dinner, I selected an old movie on TV to watch but I couldn't keep my mind on it very long. I kept wandering to thoughts of ... Taylor. Damn, she seemed to have possessed my mind. How could one woman ...? I couldn't even complete the thought, even if it wasn't spoken. With who knows what happening in the movie, I shut it off and went to bed, only to toss and turn for another hour before dropping fitfully off to sleep.

I woke up earlier than usual so I fired off the ol' 'puter and went to work. Even in the best of times, it is often boring as hell to try to remain interested in dry financial news, some of which is pretty obscure and has to be extrapolated into impact on future earnings. This morning it was extra hard to concentrate on my information sources. I'll give you three guesses where my mind kept wandering – and the last two don't count!

Finally it was time to shower and dress, casually of course, and head to the Hilton. I received a pleasant surprise when Taylor answered my knock at her door wearing ... absolutely nothing at all! She yanked me into the room, slammed the door, and shoved me against the wall with a prodigious kiss. Several minutes later, with her walking on the tops of my feet and me walking on the soles, we maneuvered into the bedroom and onto the bed.

Seconds later, I was as naked as Taylor and we were cuddled together on the bed, lips locked in a sucking, searching, swapping kiss. My fingers played with her supple back while her hand fondled my genitalia.

As it turned out, we didn't leave her suite that day. We took a break for a room service lunch and later we had pizza delivered for dinner. Early afternoon we were resting looking out of the big surfside window, watching people cavorting in the water and soon we were screwing doggy style and loving every second of it. In the evening we watched a little TV as a rest break but then, after another shower, we went back to work on our goal of fucking on every piece of furniture and every fixture in the suite.

Friday morning, I woke Taylor by the same method I'd used the last couple of times we slept together. She seemed to appreciate the attention to her well-used pussy and anus because I was slow and gentle and caressing rather than intense and demanding. She came awake and climaxed at almost the same time ... well, maybe I didn't actually know when she became conscious again.

After Taylor had enjoyed two orgasms, she turned over and let me drive my morning woody into her wet pussy and several minutes later we were both well satisfied with the start of a new morning.

Since Taylor had to leave for home Saturday morning, she invited me to keep her company the rest of the day so we showered and again went out sightseeing. By late afternoon, we had changed into swimsuits and were playing in the gentle surf, the modest rollers adding to our fun when Taylor climbed onto me, guided my cock into her pussy and began to fuck me under the cover of the Gulf waters.

Dressed again later, we found another out-of-the-way restaurant and had a leisurely dinner before heading back to her hotel room. In the suite, Taylor packed most of her things, just leaving out things she would need before the following morning. After that, we cuddled for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company.

But, of course, it ultimately turned into another fuckfest. I rode her saddle missionary style before she climbed on me cowgirl style. Later we tried a scissors position, followed by spooning together and then I got another piece of her ass in the doggy fashion. Exhausted, we fell asleep.

Because she had set an alarm for an early morning start, I didn't get to wake Taylor in my usual fashion. We hit the shower together and had our last fuck, with her bent over holding the towel bar while I plowed her pussy from behind. Maybe because it was our last time, it seemed to be the best fuck we'd had.

Parting was bittersweet. Even though we had exchanged information and promised to keep in touch, it just wouldn't be the same. I hated to watch her drive away but there was no way around it.