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Subject: {ASSM} Swede Ola 3 of 3
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{ASSM}
Title: SWEDE OLA Part 3
Author: Gallus Long, galluslong@yahoo.com
(MF, Rom, Oral, Intercourse)
Disclaimer
Not to be read:
by anyone under the age of 18,
or if it violates the standards or laws of your
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used in any way without author's permission.
SWEDE OLA
Part 3
When she stood, she immediately shed her
robe. I threw a couch cushion into the
floor for a pillow and lay down on my back.
I lifted my hips and pulled off the leisure
pants. My penis stood tall for her.
"Take off your shirt, Charles," she said. I
did, and lay completely naked to her sight.
She pulled her gown off over her head and
she was just as I had envisioned, large
boned, full figured, not obese, with a
definite indention at her waistline. Under
her rounded belly her pubic hair was
slightly darker than her head. It was
profuse, curling up much higher than I
remembered on my wife. Ola's breasts were
very large, yet not ponderous, and quite
firm. Her nipples were a dark pink and as
prominent as the first knuckle on my middle
finger. My lips watered, longing to suck
them.
"Charles," she said, "Spread your legs," and
I did. Then she knelt between them and held
her hands toward me, palms outward, fingers
splayed. I interlaced my fingers with hers,
surprised again by the size of her hands. I
watched her closely. She bowed her head and
closed her eyes, and held my hands in
silence, her lips moving. "Amen," she said.
Then she opened her eyes wide and a wide
smile appeared on her lips. God! I loved
her smile and her flashing eyes! "Amen!" I
said.
"Charles, I told you, I will do anything for
you. What do you want?"
"I don't know darling, I just want you. You
make the first move, and I'll make it up as
I go along," I said.
"I knew you'd say that," she said and
smiled, showing her teeth. It occurred to me
that her upper lip was shallow, that is,
from the base of her nose to the top of her
lip was only about a half-inch. When she
turn this lovely lip upward into a smile, it
combined with her wide slanted eyes, high
cheekbones and pointed chin, to give her
face a tapered "V" appearance. I don't
think I have ever seen such an interesting
and altogether unique face. There was
something otherworldly about it.
She stooped down over my penis, taking it
into her mouth, going down slowly, almost
engulfing me. But when I sensed the softness
in the back of her throat, she stopped. She
never took her eyes off me. Her hair clung
close to her face and tickled my skin as her
head rose and fell. She came up to the head
of the penis and sucked noisily on it. She
made her tongue into a kind of wedge,
driving its point into the slit in my glans.
"Now," she said, "you spread it, spread your
opening." She pulled at either side of the
tiny portal to demonstrate.
I put my thumbs against the top of the glans
and used the forefingers of both my hands to
open the little hole. As I did she
straddled my hips in a squatting position,
and stretched open her vulva, which
glistened in the glow of the lamp. A large
protrusion stood out near the top, tapering
sharply toward its end, and I marveled at
her oversized clitoris. She took it between
her thumb and forefinger, holding it rigid
and fucked it into my penis.
I looked at the hulking female before me,
squatting as she was, grinding herself into
me, cheeks flushing bright red, and I
thought to myself, "This is without doubt,
the most deliciously obscene picture I had
ever beheld."
I was utterly amazed at this act of wild,
sensual pleasure. The whole of her most
sensitive organ was stuffed into me up to
its miniature hilt, and I felt the slick
membranes of her surrounding tissue sliding
around under the tightly packed head of my
penis. Her clitoris must have been whetted
to an incredible keenness, because she was
in an unstoppable trance. Guttural
emissions escaped her nose and throat and
her whole skin surface shone with sweat as
she twisted above me. With her fingers she
kneaded the base of my penis and ratcheted
me up close to a climax. I know she sensed
it, because her frenzy increased as she
hurtled toward her own orgasm. Her head
began to loll and roll, and saliva drooled
from her mouth. My semen shot upward to
encounter her inflamed clitoris. At first I
had the notion that I would burst, but then
the pressured streams of my ejaculate
sluiced out of me like a fountain. At that
same wonderful moment, she howled like a
wolf, ejected her clitoris, and moved her
vagina up to plunge me inside. My penis
bumped against some fleshy firmness deep
within her and she snorted and bucked on my
pelvis, murmuring something unintelligible.
Ola finally slowed and calmed, and lay her
body over mine. This was a new sensation
for me, someone nearly equal to my weight,
bearing down, pushing me into the hardness
of the floor. Then she rolled off me and
lay, holding my hand with her thick fingers,
panting. "Oh Charles, that was heavenly,
that was lovely."
"I second your motion, darling." I was
panting too, "I have never had an experience
quite like it."
"But I want you to tell me what you want,"
she said. "I am absolutely open to anything
you desire. My Ex believed I was somehow
depraved. That's why he hit me. He thought
there was something evil in me. You don't
think that do you Charles?"
"Ola, if there is something evil in you, I
want to share it all. You are absolutely the
most sensational woman I could imagine."
"Oh Charles, do you mean that?" She smiled
and kissed me, flicking my lips with her
tongue.
"I do."
And I thought, "I once said that at my
wedding."
THE END
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