Good Grief

"Oh god, I'm going to come already. Please don't stop, Beth. This feels like heaven." I had only been sucking on his cock for a few seconds, but it only took that long to provoke his orgasm. I took more of his cock into my mouth, and the jets of semen started splattering into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, enjoying the indescribable taste. I squeezed his balls in time with his contraction. Abruptly, the strength in his knees gave way, and his back slid down the surface of the door. I had to wriggle backwards on my knees, and bend down more so that I could keep my lips clamped around his writhing cock. My ears were filled with the hoarse grunts of his incredible orgasm. Seconds seemed to pass like minutes as he came down from the heights. I continued to nibble lightly on his cock, vacuuming up the final oozing droplets of cream.

Finally, Dale got his breath back, and he stood up, then pulled me to my feet. "Your turn" was all he said, as he turned so that I faced away from him. He pulled my arms up over my head, and then nudged with his toe at my insoles, spreading my feet wide apart. Reaching around my sides, his hands started fluttering around on the front of my body, following a seemingly random pattern. It felt like a swarm of butterflies. He brushed his fingertips over my face, up my arms, over my heaving breasts, flicking over my distended nipples, over my ribs, onto my tight tummy, into my navel.... I'm very ticklish, and I had to bite my lip to keep from breaking out in girlish giggles. But I was also enjoying Dale's touch, light as it was. He was hardly making contact at all, and my black dress also buffered his caresses. Yet that was all it took to make me quiver with erotic thrills.

When Dale reached down to take hold of the hem of my dress, his steamy breath penetrated the fabric on my back, reminding me of the intimate feeling of his breath on my breasts only an hour ago. He peeled the sheath up over my hips and upper body, and then over my arms, which were still reaching for the ceiling. That dress was the single piece of clothing that I was wearing, so now I was completely naked, illuminated by the orange glimmers of the sunset through the window. Dale remarked "what happened to your underwear?" To which I answered that I never wore a bra, and that I had removed my pantyhose while I was in my Miata. "Beth, you are as brazen in person as you ever were online. I love that about you. You know what you want, and with me, you are going to get just that."

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. His strength and masculinity enclosed my slender body. Before setting me down, he reached down with one hand and stripped the blanket off the bed. Then he lay me onto the taut white sheet, face-down, and he sat on my rear. His strong hands began massaging my neck and shoulders. All the light touches from before were transformed into vigorous kneading. He worked his way down my back, and then pushed himself backwards so that he could sit between my knees. As he massaged my spongy ass cheeks, I knew that he could see the shadowy wet folds of my cunt, and the star-like opening of my asshole. His thumbs crept closer and closer to these targets, but just when I thought he would work his way into my cunt, he shifted his attention to my thighs, and down all the way to one foot. He sucked my toes into his mouth one at a time, stopping only long enough to say. "This is what you've been begging to have done for months, isn't it, Beth? I love giving you this treatment." Then he rubbed my other leg, repeating his toe sucking on that foot. It did feel good, and he was very enthusiastic about it. Being Beth meant getting involved with her particular little fetishes. Maybe having my toes sucked is something I needed to add to my regular repertoire.

"That's wonderful, Dale," I said, "but now I want more."

"Like what" he responded. Right away, I could see that he was going to play the same game on me that I had played with him. He wanted me to say what I wanted. "Bring your hands back up to my ass" I said. But when he only went back to massaging my cheeks, I implored him to touch my cunt.

"Like this, Beth?" he asked. But all he was doing was grazing over my sparse cunt hair with the finger tips of one hand, while the other continued kneading my butt.

"Dale, I'm too excited to talk. You know what I like from when you've touched me with your silent voice over the phone wires. I've begged you to do those things that no one else has. So now I want you to make love to my body the way we have talked about so much. You know what I want. Do it now. Don't tease me. Please." With that, I hiked my rear way up into the air, and spread my knees further, so that I was totally open and accessible to him.

Instantly, his fingers pressed more insistently into my cunt flesh. His long middle finger slipped easily between my slick labia, and the fingers to either side scissored in around the engorged lips. His hand prodded back and forth plowing my furrows, thumping against the hard peg of my clitoris. Then I felt the thumb of his other hand slip into my gaping vagina. He pressed that thumb down toward the palm of the hand that stroked my clitoris, so that the hard knob of his first knuckle brushed over my G spot. Slowly at first, then gradually accelerating, he danced over and inside of my totally receptive cunt. Instinctively, he knew exactly where to probe, how hard and fast I needed it. Incredibly, at the moment that I started to reach my climax, he stopped his motion, maintaining a firm but passive pressure, until I too backed off from the peak. Then he began the gradual climb back up the mountain of pleasure.

Four times he brought me almost to the crest, and four times he denied me that summit. I never feared that he would be so cruel as to leave me frustrated. I understood that he was playing me like a guitar, strumming chords on my G spot as he plucked at my rubbery clitoris. I was captivated by the music. As I ascended the mountain for the fifth time, Dale allowed me to surge over the final barrier, and I reached my climax with hurricane force. I could feel the pulsing waves smashing up from my crotch and spreading through my body and into my head. My breathing was harsh and rapid, like the winds of the storm. Time stood still as my body shuddered and writhed on the snaky fingers provoking my convulsing cunt.

I had no time to recuperate before Dale moved up behind me and placed the fat head of his cock at the dripping entrance of my vagina. Gripping my hips with his hands, he drove his cock all the way into me with one sudden thrust. I was totally open, and was able to accommodate his huge prong of meat with only a shrill hiss that came not from any discomfort, but only from the visceral pleasure of being stuffed full of my lover's cock. His wiry pubic hair pressed into my ass cheeks, and he remained motionless.

"Beth, your cunt fits my cock so perfectly. I can feel your inner muscles churning and clutching. I've dreamed of this moment for so long. It feels so incredible." For emphasis, I did my best to clamp down on his cock, and then I started to rock back and forth. At first I only moved an inch or so, and his hips remained glued to mine. But eventually, he allowed his cock to withdraw and then disappear, again and again. He let go of my hips and reached around with both hands to envelop my breasts. His fingers softly pinched and rolled my plump nipples. I clutched at the sheet and tried to dig my toes in, so that I could gain the leverage needed to drive my cunt into his groin. I needed him to fuck me hard, and it just wasn't enough.

"Lie back, Dale, and let me do the work. That's what I want now." And I pushed back extra hard with my ass, encouraging him to flop backwards onto the bed. His cock was pulled out of my cunt with a slurping sound, and then flopped hard onto his stomach. With my back still facing him, I settled back onto my haunches, with my ass hovering over his hips. I reached between my sweaty thighs and took hold of his slippery cock, aiming it straight upwards. Lifting myself up, I reinserted the glans between my drooping lips. Then I dropped my butt down onto his groin, impaling myself completely. Immediately, I began pistoning up and down at a furious pace. The bed started creaking loudly, and I worried momentarily that the frame might break! My head swung around, flailing my long blond hair into a golden cloud. My breasts swam around crazily, colliding with each other with damp slapping sounds. One of my hands found its way behind me to a spot along side of Dale's chest, and I leaned backwards and to the side. He could again reach my breasts, and he tried to tame their wild dance. My other hand fell down to his balls, bouncing around under my pounding cunt, and I took up the gentle squeezing that had been so stimulating for him earlier. My wrist rubbed against the splayed lips of my cunt, sweeping over my slippery and tender clitoris.

He could remain passive no longer, and he started meeting my downward thrusts with vigorous upwards hip-tilts. I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco (or was it a fucking bronco). Both of us were sweating profusely, and the fingers clutching his balls were bathed in the commingled juices from his cock and my cock. Earthy smells and animal grunts filled the air. We had both achieved an earlier orgasm, so we had the time to enjoy our uncurbed lust. At one point, I thought I might have to stop from exhaustion, but I got my second wind and was able to continue and even quicken my pace. It wasn't long after that I could feel my second climax begin to spread its tendrils of elation though my veins.

"I'm going to come now, Dale. Come with me. Pour your seed deep into my body. Don't wait. Aaahhhhhh."

And he didn't wait. His hips exploded off the mattress several times in rapid-fire succession, and then he pumped upwards one last time, becoming frozen with his ass a foot from the bed. I sat up straight, abandoning my pistoning. Instead, I bore down hard, grinding my cunt into his bushy pubic hair. I was milking his spasming cock with my cunt muscles and rubbing my finger tips into the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole. My wrist pressed hard into my clitoris. Within my seething vagina, I could feel the blasts of semen erupting volcanically like hot lava, splashing up against my cervix. My own orgasm was short and electrifying. It was a dizzying rapture that was so intense that it almost became painful, and I forced myself to push off of Dale's stiff body, falling onto the bed at his side. In the faint light, I saw his shiny cock still pointing toward the ceiling, shooting one last fountain of silvery come into the air, landing on his sweaty chest as he allowed his hips to sink back down to the bed.

The intensity of my exertion and my lust left me drained and spent. I could only close my eyes and fall immediately into a deep sleep. Fluids percolated from my ravished cunt, and the sticky secretions dried in my pubic hair.

That night, I had the most real-feeling dreams.... of being surrounded by radiant white angels, and of Beth looking down on me with an impish smile. She said to me "OK, Sue, so of course I'm jealous... but I still want to thank you for taking my place tonight. You've given a great gift to Dale. You're a sweetheart. I'll put in a good word for you up here."

To which I could only reply "No need to thank me. By having the chance to "be" you for a few hours, I've already gotten to visit heaven. So thank you, Beth. You've been a dear friend. I'll hold you and your secrets in my heart forever."