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   Me And Joan Should'a Done This Year's Ago

   My first job at Social Services was Unit Clerk to a Welfare Team.  One
of my first responsibilities was hiring and training a new receptionist. 
The receptionist position was an entry level job; so, most of the
candidates had little work experience and few had any formal education
beyond High School.  I interviewed thirty candidates for the full-time
position.

   I rejected more than half the candidates because they openly revealed a
prejudice against me.  They didn't feel they should be, could be or would
be subordinate to someone like me.  Disabled people aren't supposed to be
in charge of "normal" people.  Of the ten or so who passed the initial
interview only three would be considered for the position.  And, only one
of those three would have my personal recommendation.

   Bureaucracy being what it is, the three candidates had to be interviewed
by the Unit Supervisor, who would also make a personal recommendation. 
Finally, the three candidates would be interviewed by the Unit
Administrator, who would make the final recommendation to the personnel
office.  And, if the personnel office found a discrepancy in any
candidate's application or background, or if any of the candidates should
fail to appear for a scheduled interview, or decline consideration, they
would be rejected.

   My recommendation was a young woman of 24 years.  She had no education
beyond high school and had little job experience; however, her performance
during a skills test gave me cause to ascertain she was a quick study.  She
was a quiet young woman who dressed modestly but seemed totally unaware of
her physical attractiveness.  She smiled when she laughed.  And, her big
brown eyes shown like the late afternoon sun.

   This young woman wore neither make-up nor nail polish, not even perfume.
She had a neat, composed, manicured countenance.  She wore her silky black
hair straight, long, not much beyond her shoulders.  It moved freely, often
hanging near or on her big bosoms...  which hung freely.  From the get-go
her innocence was obvious.  During each of her interviews she complained of
having chronic neck pain, "since I was in junior high."

   If her melons had been contained in a bra one might assume they were
fake; however, given her predilection to be without a bra, their biological
nature was obvious.  And, in spite of wearing clothing which was neither
clingy nor especially loose, her tits were an unparalleled distraction...
to everyone!

   You see, though her tits were big, D-cups, the rest of her figure was
thin in comparison.  She wasn't skinny per-se nor was she athletic, she
certainly wasn't flabby or fat...  she was a fine young woman.

   Her name was Joan.

   And, though she carried my personal recommendation I didn't believe
she'd be hired...  and had no idea how I would work with such an attractive
young woman.

   Joan was hired.  We did work together.  And, we worked well.  Over the
course of the three years we worked together we became very close...  but
agreed we couldn't date while we worked in the same unit.

   In time I was promoted while she remained.  Unfortunately, she was
involved with someone...  and asked me not to ask her out...  "It wouldn't
be fair."

   I never quite understood `fair to whom'?  Still, I respected her
decision and didn't ask her out.

   A couple years later she transferred into my unit, still a receptionist.
At the time I was an Examiner and she wasn't in my direct line of
supervision...  but I was dating someone...  and Joan no longer seemed
interested.

   Anyway, she eventually received a promotion...  and another one after
that....  When I retired five years ago she was the Senior Secretary to the
County Attorney.

   Now, here we were, five years later, having lunch with a mutual friend.
Our mutual friend told me Joan had specifically asked her to invite me to
their lunch.  "She asks about you a lot," our mutual friend told me.  Our
mutual friend had retired in the same entry level position.  [Sad, she
started working at 30-something, after a divorce and long after her kids
were grown, and in nearly forty years had never once tried for a promotion.
"If God wanted me to have a promotion, I'd have one." ]

   I digress.

   Over lunch the three of us chatted.  But, it was clear to me, Joan was
interested in something more.  She had started wearing a bra just before
her first promotion.  Now, she was wearing less modest clothes.  They were
tighter and exposed some flesh, cleavage and tummy especially.  Her hair
was still long but she tied it fancy, leaving her neck and shoulders party
exposed at all times.  And, though she still wore no make-up or nail
polish, she had taken to wearing jewelry, glossy lip balm and glossy nail
enamel.  Her smile was as delightful as ever and she'd lost not of her
quick comprehension.

   I reveled in the sight, the presence and the memory of her.

   We sat directly across from one another at the table.  From time to time
our hands would touch, other times our feet connected.  At the time if
either of us gave a thought to our mutual friend's exclusion from
conversation we said nothing of it.

   Lunch had been completed for some time.  Our mutual friend made a joke
about the two of us "get[ting] a room".  And, she reminded me of my
remaining agenda for the day.  So, Joan and I were compelled to cease our
heavenly reunion.

   As we gathered ourselves and walked toward the door, Joan took hold of
my arm and stepped in front of me.  "Thank you," she said.  "For what?" I
asked.  "I.., I don't really know.., but," then kissing me, directly,
surely, on the lips.  I pulled her to me, embracing her lightly, kissing
her with more purpose.  She responded in kind.  I felt my pelvis
flourish... my face flushed...  I became dizzy, disoriented.....

   "All right, you two, break it up," said our mutual friend, taking hold
of a shoulder on each, literally prying us apart.

   We came apart slowly, unwillingly.  We spoke in unison, our breath
short, voices barely audible...  "C-can..." "call me..." "Yes." "number?"
Our mutual friend was flabbergasted, "Gimme A Break.  I'll give him your
number, Joan.  And, I'll give her your number, Frank.  He'll call you,"
that last directed to Joan, and this, "and, you better not say no this
time!"

   I called Joan that very night.  She agreed to go out with me at the end
of that week, Friday the twenty-second.  We went to dinner and a movie.  We
had a delightful time.  Afterward, she invited me into her place to, "...
sit, watch TV, have something to drink.., stay a while." I accepted.  We
made-out like teenagers...  but, stopped ourselves from going to far to
fast.

   I recalled to her our talk about her virginity during her first year
on-the-job.  Yup.  Joan was still a virgin at 24 years of age!  I couldn't
imagine how she'd done it.  I would come to learn she kept her underpants
on but wasn't strictly a virgin.  No penetration.  Plenty of fondling and
kissing.  And, she didn't mind sucking cock.  At the time I so badly wanted
to feel her mouth on my dick.

   The conversation then had started because she was contemplating
"going-all-the-way" with her then boyfriend and she wanted to know where to
go for birth control pills and contraceptive advice.  I advised her to go
to Planned Parenthood.  And, she heeded my advice.

   Recalling that time in our lives to her now, she giggled demurely.  "Ya
know," she said, as we settled down, snuggling in our underwear on the
couch, "I didn't do it with him." "No?!" "No.  I did go to Planned
Parenthood.  But, when the time came.., it didn't feel right...." "Oh?  Oh!
That's the schmuck who you discovered wasn't actually divorced, right?"
"Yeah, that was him." "What an ass!" "Yeah." "So...  David, was it?"
"Yeah."

   David.  He was an attorney she met during her first year in the County
Attorney's office.  He was a defense attorney, part of a small but reputed
firm in the County.  They dated for nearly three years.  They were engaged.
They co-owned a house.  He left her at the alter...  or so she thought.

   A week after they were to have been married, a 50-ish man in a poorly
fit suit came to her door...  David had been murdered, his body only then
discovered.

   Joan seemed to grow cold with the memory.  I held her closer and pulled
a thin blanket from the couch top and drew it over her luscious body.

   As she warmed, the memory's pain fading, she moved, turning toward me to
kiss me.  Again, we kissed passionately.  She welcomed my hands, roaming
over her shoulders, arms, thighs and ass before settling on her tits.  She
straddled me, reaching her hand into my underpants, moving my hardened cock
into a more comfortable position.  I suckled her tits, first one, then the
other.  My hands moved from unoccupied tit to ass, alternately.  Her hand
stroked my cock to full erection.  Her experience was evident, softly
plying my shaft, never ignoring the tip, never too tight, never too fast!

   "GOD," I cried!  Joan smiled, licked my lips, kissed them, then shuffled
down to my fully aroused crotch.  "Can't," she cooed, "have you going home
with this, can I?" "No...." She took my cock in her mouth all at once,
without a breath.  SWALLOW.  SUCK.  Lick.  Slurp.  Up and down, her mouth
moved over my prick like the oily arms of a bathing beauty wrestling chick,
those kind that were popular in bars way back when.

   Joan held the tip of my cock between her lips, grabbing my hands,
turning me with her as she slid from the couch to kneel between my legs as
I was now sitting on the couch.  She immediately returned to her excellent
blow job technique, bringing my cock tip into her throat...  and out with a
POP!  Suck.  SLURP!  LICK.  "OOH, Shit.  Dam, Joan.  That's so fuckin'
good." "MmMM.  Like," suck, lick, stroke, "it?  Huh?" "Fuck Yeah." "Wait,"
Swallow.  POP, "you'll luv the ending."

   In short time, "GeeZus, I'm.." her mouth left my dick, "..  Don't stop!"
"Nope.  Slam It In My Mouth," she demanded.  I grabbed her head, pulled it
to my steel hard, red hot, rod.  Her closed lips hit the head of my member,
"Open Your Damn Mouth!" SHOVE.  PULL.  SHULP!  Her lips were forced open by
my thick hammer.  Down, hard and deep, I pulled her head, burying my cock
in her throat!

   "FUK!" I called, slamming my cock in, piston, fucking her mouth.  My
balls slapped her chin.  Her cheeks became discolored, her eyes foggy, snot
ran out of her nose.  I drew her off my cock.  She sucked in air, quick. 
And, I slammed her head down again, SHOVING my cock into her mouth, down
her throat.  Thrust.  FUCK.  PUMP.  Slam.  Deep.  AGAIN.

   Three times I let her up for a quick breath and then buried my cock in
her gullet.  Three times she took my entire member into her mouth.  Three
times she held me in her throat.  Then, "Oh, Fuck.  Baby," releasing her
head, "I'm gonna cum!" Joan breathed heavily, "Do It!  Cum In My Mouth!"
She leaned her head back, perpendicular to her shoulders.  Her eyes were
bright with fire, a she-demon!  Fondling her own tits, her tongue hanging
from her mouth, a thirsty bitch with fleas!

   I grabbed my cock, lightly squeezing the tip, holding off the load for a
second or two...  standing slightly, pointing my missile shooter to that
gaping hole laying ninety degrees from Joan's shoulders....

   "Yes!  Oh, Fuck!  I'm Cummin!  Joan!" "Do It!  Cum In My Mouth!"

   I Fired My Load.  My eyes closed involuntarily.  My hand moved over my
shaft without conscious direction.  Yet, my aim was true.  Joan held her
position, more calm now.  Her hands alternately caressing her tits and
pantie covered pussy.  I fell back onto the couch, opening my eyes, drawing
a long slow breath.  And, I beheld this lovely fucking women on her knees
with a half-dollar sized pool of cum on her tongue!

   She looked me right in the eye, moving her head slightly while curling
her tongue to keep from spilling her treat...  Then Swallowed with a load
GULP!

   We were both flushed now.  She sat beside me, turned toward me slightly.
I placed my lips on her right tit and lay my right hand in her covered
crotch.  I worked her over until her orgasm soaked into her cotton panties,
dampening my hand.

   "Ohhh," she sighed with her orgasm.

   Our breath returned to normal.

   And, we fell asleep on the couch, cuddled together, wrapped in a light
blanket....

   A few hours later, her robe on but not closed in front, she kissed me
goodnight at my car door.  I drove home that night as satisfied as any
night I'd had sex with a date...  more satisfied than some sex I'd had with
a date.

   We went out again Saturday night.  The restaurant was more formal.  The
theatre was a live-stage production.  And, she'd driven to my house
beforehand, even used my shower to prepare for the evening.  So, when the
night's events were at an end, we adjourned to my house.

   We settled on my sofa, in front of my television.

   And, we were soon wearing nothing but our underwear...  and, then I was
naked while she wore only her cotton panties.

   As my cock grew toward full erection, she discontinued her blowjob. 
"W'as?" "Shush.  Wait." She took my balls in her mouth, first one, then,
the other...  then both!  She plied her tongue over my scrotum and shaft
until they glistened with her water.  Then she slid her middle finger into
my asshole.  And, as her digit entered my rectum, her mouth engulfed my
fully erect member!

   "KaRist!  Damn.  Fuck." I called!  "Oo lye k," she muttered.  Suck. 
Slurp.  Penetrate.  "Feels ssSoO GuhD." Two fingers in my ass now.  Her
knuckles pressed against my ass.  Her lips pressed to my groin.  Joan plied
the fingers of her left hand to my balls.  My hands ruffled through her
hair.  My pelvis arched in a fucking motion, "fuck.., FUCK.., fuck your
mouth."

   Suddenly, her fingers came free of my asshole and her mouth popped off
my shaft.  "Fuck my tits," she said, setting herself supine, grasping her
tits, pushing them toward one another.  "Oh," catching my breath, audibly,
"sh- Shure." I moved, setting my left knee at her side (on the couch) and
placing my right foot on the floor (off th couch), slipping my cock between
the valley of her bountiful bosom.

   SPIT!

   Joan's salvia flew from her mouth, slashing upon my member like a rough
wave at sea.  Thrust.  Push.  Slip.  I moved my cock, a piston through her
tit tunnel.  Lick.  Kiss.  Spit.  Suck.  Pop.  She caught the tip of my
dick in her lips as it protruded past her fleshy globes.  "Yum," she
chirped, "that's good." "Joan.  Damn, Babe."

   Thrust.  Kiss.  Suck.  Pop.  Slip.  Lick.  Spit.  Thrust.

   As the tit fucking continued, Joan squeezed her tits closer together,
tightening the aperture.  In short time, the scent of her wet petals rose
in the air.  I leaned back, moving my left hand to her womanhood, slipping
it into her panties...  penetrating her wet cunt with two fingers... 
easily!  Then, Joan stroked my cock with her tits, milking it with her
melons.

   "Oh!  Frank.  YES!  Fuck Yes!" "J-JOAN.  Gawd.  So, fuckin' hot.  Stroke
my dick.  Yes!"

   Stroke.  Insert.  Lick.  Tickle.  Rub.  Suck.

   Joan's tits worked over my cock with an expertise beyond anything I
expected.  I moved my fingers in and out of her ever moistening pussy.  As
my cock head neared her face, Joan leaned forward to lick the tip.  With my
center two fingers penetrating her, my other two fingers tickled her folds.
With my fingers fully insider her, my thumb rubbed her aroused clit.  And,
as my cock head swelled to purple, Joan sucked it into her mouth.

   Stroke.  Insert.  Lick.  Tickle.  Rub.  Suck.

   Time slowed.  Adrenalin fueled.  We engaged ourselves lustfully without
coital purchase.

   "Oh?!  Heh!  ShIT!  F-frank.  Oh, Yes!" Joan's orgasm poured from her
cunt, washing my hand and soaking into the seat cushion of my couch!  She
released her tits, brought her head forward, clasped her hands behind my
waist, pulling her mouth over my engorged dick!  "OH!  Dammit!  JOAN!?"
"FblUlbKb," she garbled, then, drawing back from my groin, "MY THROAT."

   Swallow.  Thrust.  Bump.  Suck.  Hold.  Pop.

   Joan pulled herself over my entire length, swallowing my cock!  I thrust
my pelvis forward, transforming her gullet into pussy, the petals her lips,
clit is tongue...  and stomach would be womb!  My balls bumped her chin,
when my rod was fully inserted.  As my prick penetrated her mouth, she
sucked it in, drawing air with it.  She held my red, rigid member in her
throat, tickling herself with the bulbous purple head.  Then, with a quick
exhale, my cock popped from her mouth!

   Swallow.  Thrust.  Bump.  Suck.  Hold.  Pop.

   "Fuck Yeah, Baby!  SuhWallow I-iT!" "GIblbVE IblT TlbO MblbE!" she
screeched as she choked on my raging shaft!  "You Want It!?" I screamed
back.  "YES!" she cried as I popped from her mouth.  "GIVE IT TO ME.  Cum
ON My Fucking Face!"

   She grabbed my cock then.  Snot streamed from her nose.  Spittle
dribbled from her lips and my dick.  Her scent was ripe in the air.  Her
cunt freshly wet.  I reached back, coating my hand in her juice.  Then,
"Suck these!" I demanded, thrusting three fingers into her mouth.  Joan
sucked my fingers eagerly and stroked my cock earnestly.

   "OH!  JOAN," I called, "I'm Cuh-Uh-mMmIN!"

   She spit my fingers from her mouth, jerked my cock purposefully, drawing
it toward her face as she fell back flat on the couch.  "YES!  Fuck'N
E-YEAh, FRANK!  ON MY FUCK'N," she screamed as my jet flew, "FACE."

   Stream.  Streak.  Splat.  Splotch.  Sputter.

   Slowly our lust ebbed.  Our breathing slowed.

   Straddled beneath me, lay a vision of beauty, a work of heavenly wonder,
with her face covered in creamy white!

   And, she was smiling, broadly!  A more wild animal grin I had never
seen.

   But, it was her eyes which startled me most...  she was gone...  lost in
a haze of bliss...  an addict given her fix.

   Sunday evening would be our third date.  Friday had been our first.  The
night before I had masturbated, not anticipating the glory the weekend
would hold.  Now, on the third day of this long awaited adventure, with the
gorgeous woman who had me working with a hard-on for three years [fourteen
years ago], I knew getting it up would be a bit of a task...  getting off,
an even greater task.

   Still, we were engaged to have Pontillo's delivery and view a film from
my DVD library.  During our early morning phone conversation she announced,
"I'm packing an overnight bag.  We're gonna sleep in your bed tonight..,
and, I'm taking my panties off."

   As on the night before, last night, after our animal romp on the couch,
we had drifted off to a restful but brief sleep.  And, we woke, she
showered, dressed and I [in nothing but sleep clothes] walked her out to
her car and kissed her good night, bidding her, "Drive carefully."

   I intentionally made no promise or hint of a phone call or anything.  I
wanted to wait, assess her intent.

   With 1030 phone call, just over four hours since our good night kiss,
she made her intentions clear.

   I took the time to get the housekeeping done...  making certain to
replace the couch's seat covers...  and apply bleach-like powder to the rug
and fabric cleaner.  Before I went to bed [just before dawn] I had
thoroughly sprayed the couch and surrounding area with Lysol...  but now
the scent and stains were evident.

   What a mess!

   To insure the spending of the night, Joan informed me, "You're
picking-me-up." "Ok.., six-thirty." "Fine."

   I did little other than the housekeeping...  then, shave-shower-dress
and off to get Joan.

   Once we arrived at my place, I phoned Pontillo's to order our dinner. 
Joan made herself at home, carefully hanging her coat, removing her shoes,
carefully setting them on the closet floor.  Then, in stockinged feet, went
to the kitchen to prepare plates, glasses and utensils for our dinner.

   "Hon," Joan called from the kitchen, "this'll use up the lime-citrus
soda.  Where is the replacement?" I was slightly impressed, she still knew
me so well.  I told her where to find the replacement, under the sink.  I
heard the freezer door closed, she knew to frost the drinking glasses. 
"Need any help?" I asked.  "No, thanx, babe.  I gotit."

   I went into the living room, up to the wall, in which was housed the 48"
TV, drew the keyboard from it's housing just beneath the screen.  And,
carried it with me to the couch...  with freshly bleach-clean seat cushions
and new seat covers.

   As I typed in the command codes the DVD Library was displayed on the
screen.  "I don't have this classified by genre.., I don't distinguish by
genre.  The list is alphabetical.  I've got several hundred films and a
couple dozen television series.  Do you want to -"

   "- Oh, new seat cushions?" she interjected, joining me on the couch. 
"No.  Same cushions, new covers." She quirked an eye at me.  "We made a
mess." "Oh," she blushed slightly, bowing her eyes.  She sat.  "So," I
continued, "do you have anything in particular in mind?" "Um..," giggle,
blush, cough, "something pornographic...?" "Well, the porn isn't on the
hard drive.  That stuff's only available off-line...  and it's hidden in
the bedroom.  We can watch it later if you like."

   "OH." she gasped.  "No," she moved-on, "that's okay.  Really, I'd like
to see something romantic.., something you like." I typed a few more
commands, a list of classic films was displayed.  Joan reached for the
keyboard, toggled the scroll key, highlighting an entry on the screen,
"What's this?"

   I gave her a brief plot outline for a 1980-something classic starring
Glenn Close, Michelle Pfeiffer, John Malkovich, Uma Thurman, and Keanu
Reaves.  She double-clicked the highlighted item and the display revealed
the exact same plot outline.  "Of course," she uttered, almost to herself,"
that's one of yours, isn't it?" "One of mine?" "One of your reviews."
"Yeah.., one of my earliest actually." "Kewl.  Let's watch that one." "Ok."

   The security alert chimed, indicating a perimeter breach at the
driveway, the in-screen display revealed a car bearing a Pontillo's sign
nearing the arch of the circular driveway.  "Dinner's here," I said,
stating the obvious.  "Pay the man," Joan said, rising from the couch,
"I'll get the drinks poured." Off she went to the kitchen, I to the door.

   Taking the $25 from the table to the right of the door, I opened the
door and was greeted by the usual tip-eager-cheer of a delivery person. 
This particular young man had been here before; so, when I handed him the
cash, I didn't have to tell him to keep the change.  "Thanks, Frank."
"Thank you."

   The drinks were ready when I brought the pizza and wings into the
kitchen.  "Take these," Joan instructed me, handing me the frosty glasses
of soda, "I'll set the plates and bring `em out." I took the glasses and
went back to the living room.

   The couch is constructed of hand crafted wood, built to be sturdy,
supportive and comfortable...  not cozy or soft.  It is designed to seat
two adults.  Hence at the end of each arm is a carved-in coaster.  I placed
a glass in each coaster.  Also on each arm, tucked against the couch sides,
is a flip-up-n-around table.  Thus, no need for the coffee table obstacle
nor the awkward TV-Tray.  I flipped each table up.

   With the tables drawn up and around the seating design of the couch is
all too clear.  Between the tables is a space just large enough for an
mid-sized (average) person to step-in, turn and be seated...  or lift-out,
turn and stand.

   Anyway, I had just gotten seated when Joan came in with our dinner
plates.  For each of us she brought a plate with two pieces of pizza and
four chicken wings, plus two paper towels and utensils.

   As she sat, I called out, "Computer?"

   "Ready," responded the mechanical voice.  I instructed the computer to
play the desired video.  Joan and I ate and watched as John Malkovich
charmed Michelle Pfeiffer out of her virtue...  for the respect, love and
money of Glenn Close.

   Of course, we'd finished eating long before the film was done.  Joan had
stacked our plates and utensils together on the tray at her seat.  Then,
with my tray down, she had slid over, cuddled against me, head to my chest,
hands draped casually in my lap.  I had my right arm around her, hand
draped intentionally on her massive jug.  My left hand remained on the arm
of the couch.  Throughout the film, I would purposefully play with her tit,
always giving the top of her head a kiss.  Her hair was [as ever] soft as
silk and it held a fruit scent.  I luxuriated-in her warmth, her beauty and
her form.

   She too indulged herself of me.  As often as I fondled her admiringly,
she caressed my crotch.  She even loosened my belt and unfastened the
button.  My dick was rising to greet her.  I felt my cheeks flush red, even
as I saw hers doing so.  We were kissing deeply while she lowered my
zipper. "Hey," I said playfully, "what're you doin?" "Me?" I nodded. 
"Nothin'" she mocked, placing her hand inside my pants, resting it on my
bare crotch.  "What're you doin?" she mimicked with some inflection,
marking my lack of underwear with a leer of her eye.  "Me?  Nothing." We
both giggled.  I drew her to me tightly.  We kissed and caressed and
cuddled...  and stripped.

   For the duration of the film remaining, we lay naked upon the couch,
cuddled together with our hands exploring one another.  Our clothes lay
piled on the floor, a huddled mass.  By the film's end we were primed for
sexual activity...  ripe and ready...  aroused...  horny as hell!

   My cock was at full attention.  Her pussy was completely moist and open.
As the credits rolled, Joan and I moved into a "69" position, with her on
top.  She took my whole member in her mouth.  Gulp.  My tongue dove into
her hole and swam about delightedly.  Joan's much experienced mouth
slickened my pole quickly, eagerly.  Her hands never touched my manhood.

   Inside her pussy my tongue moved about skillfully.  The fingers of my
left hand tickled the petals of her flower while the fingers of my right
hand roamed over her ass and toward her rectum.  For a few moments my left
thumb worked Joan's clit while my tongue drilled her asshole.  "OH!" she
moaned, as my tongue wormed into her bowel tunnel.  "M-Mm" I uttered,
relishing the tangy tender hole.

   "That's nICE." "Thanks." "Lick my ass.., oh, Yess!" Joan twitched.  My
tongue was in her asshole, buried completely.  My lips touched her puckered
hole.  Her pussy, meanwhile, was experiencing it's own delight.  Two
fingers in, two out and the thumb relentlessly tweaking her clit.  So
enjoying the pleasure I brought was she, Joan's ministrations to my dick
had lapsed...  but it wasn't losing rigidity!

   Joan's twat was near ready to burst.  My tongue left her asshole and
returned to her cunt.  I slid the middle finger of my right hand into her
rectum.  It slipped in, easily, completely.  I worked her pussy and her
asshole in rhythm.  Joan heated up.  "DAMN!  OH!  F-Frank!  Oh, Gawd! 
D-don't.  Oh.  D-don't, OH, Stop!  GEEzus, Don't FUCK'N Stop!  Eat Me
Dammit!"

   Wrapping my right arm around her waist, I held Joan to me tightly. 
Clamping my mouth over her wondrous pussy, delighting in the fluid waiting
to pour forth.  The two center fingers of my left hand slid into her
asshole, deep, complete.

   Slurp.  Swim.  Swallow.  Slide.  Suck.  Twist.  Tickle.  Fuck.  Choke.
Exit.  Squeeze.  Clamp.  Sniff.  Gasp.

   Joan's twat was sopped with dew.  I lapped it up like a thirsty hound.
My tongue moved into her cavern as a fish in the sea.  Joan's mouth took my
cock, tip to pelvis, in a single motion!  I moved my fingers into her
asshole.  She sucked my rigid member earnestly.  My fingers twisted in her
rectum.  Her clit tingled under the ticklish touch of my tongue.  I slammed
my pelvis upward, fucking Joan's gullet!  She gagged, snot running out her
nose!  My fingers vacated her asshole.  I squeezed her tight, pressing her
pussy to my face.  Joan's face was clamped to my groin, trapped between my
legs!  I inhaled her delightful aroma.  Releasing her, she exhaled quickly,
shuddered and drew breath!

   Slurp.  Swim.  Swallow.  Slide.  Suck.  Twist.  Tickle.  Fuck.  Choke.
Exit.  Squeeze.  Clamp.  Sniff.  Gasp.

   "Fuck that mouth.  OOH, BayBee!" "FblbUClbK'Nbl ChblbOlbKblE ME!" "Yeah,
Joan.  Cum for me.  Wanna taste.., that's it!" I drank her juice, sparing
the seat covers.  Then I rolled over, grabbing her ankles, bending her
knees, placing her on her back, with my dick buried in her throat.  I
maneuvered us; so, her knees were hooked over the top of the couch, her
head hung off the seat.  I stood, erect member stabbing her cheek.  Joan
gasped, fighting for all the air in the room.  Her eyes bled water, her
nose, snot.  She coughed spit and mucous.

   "Here I Come, Joan!" I announced, thrusting my cock back into her open
mouth.  Deeply I plunged.  My balls slapped her nose as I fucked her
throat. I placed my left hand against the back of the coach, balance.  I
held the back of Joan's head with my right, support.  "Finger your cunt,
wench!" I barked.  Immediately Joan shoved two fingers of her left hand
into her pussy.  Her right hand was set on the floor, balance and support.

   I continued to fuck her throat, allowing her moments of breath every 30
seconds or so.  Spit, mucous and tears caked her face and chest.  And, her
pussy was ready to burst!  When next I had my dick buried in her throat, I
stepped back slightly, standing straight, lifting her with both hands. 
"Grab your panties!" I directed her, as I granted her a few moments of air.
"Wad them up," I continued, "and shove them in your cunt.  I don't want my
clean seat covers to get stained!" She did as instructed.  I choked her
with my cock.  She corked her cunt with cotton...  and she came!

   We were exhausted.  I was still hard but unable to ejaculate.  "`S Gonna
take a while longer," I told her as she fought to breathe regularly. 
"You've worn me damn well this weekend." She smiled, broadly.  "Come on," I
said, sweetly, standing, helping her to stand, "let's get you cleaned-up."

   I took her into the bathroom.  My prick and dwindled.  I had to pee.  So
did she.  We shared the toilet.  As we peed, I used the towel hanging on
the vanity to clean off the wet products on her face.  She flushed the
toilet.  We kissed.  She went to the linen closet, near the bathroom door
[inside the bathroom] and drew linens for a shower.  I set the water temp
and set the tub to fill.  "Let's take a bath," I said.  "ok," she
responded, voice hoarse.

   We washed each other in the shower.  Then we got into the tub for a
relaxing soak; thus, we lingered soothingly in clean water.  I'd ordered
the computer to play a random selection of "date tunes" from my CD Library.
And, so, we remain for as long as the water and we remained warm.

   Once cooled, we stepped out of the tub ...  proceeded to the bedroom.

   "Now," she said, her voice still not quite itself but no longer hoarse,
"about that porn." I went to the wall opposite the bed.  "Reveal screen," I
said aloud.  The in-house computer responded, a panel opened, revealing a
36" TV screen.  I stepped toward the televison screen and placed my three
fingers into concealed recesses along the base on which it sat, pressed.  A
second panel opened, revealing two slide-out shelves.  I slid out the
bottom shelf, displaying a collection of 36 pornographic DVDs.

   Joan chose an ass-to-mouth video.  I lay in bed, relaxed.  Joan slid out
the top shelf and, removing the disc from it's case, placed it in the DVD
player.  Like these DVDs, this particular piece of equipment wasn't
connected to the in-house network.  Closing the case and setting it beside
the DVD player, Joan pressed the start button and walked across the room.
She drew back the bed blanket and climbed-in, cuddling up next to me.

   As the video played, I suckled Joan's massive tits and fondled her
perfect pussy.  She occasionally remarked about something on the screen but
most of the time she stroked my cock and suckled my nipples.  "Oh.  That
looks like fun." she spoke, "Ever done it." I glanced at the screen...  a
chick with a strap-on dildo was butt fucking some guy.  "Uh Uh," I spat. 
Joan took my affirmation as an invitation and pulled herself away from me.

   She rolled me onto my back and then moved between my legs, hooking them
over her shoulders.  Joan dove into my asshole.  Her tongue was warm.  She
licked tentatively at first, growing more eager over time.  She stroked my
cock with her right hand.  What technique!  Tweaking and twiddling the head
with her thumb as her other fingers moved along the member's length, giving
a tender squeeze each way every so often.  And, the occasional
twist-squeeze.

   I lay there enjoying the singular attention.  From time to time I
glanced at the screen in the wall across from the bed.  Joan's
ministrations to my asshole lit a fire in me.  I arched my pelvis, bringing
my hole closer to her mouth, urging her to bury her tongue inside.  She
took the opportunity to insert the middle finger of her left hand.  Joining
her tongue, Joan's middle finger set my pot to boil!

   With a loud SLURP, her tongue came away from my asshole.  She fucked my
with two fingers now.  Pistoning my rectum, quickly, harshly.  I reached
down, grasped her shoulders and pulled her atop me.  Instinctively her legs
spread, her moist pussy swallowing my engorged prick.  I held her tightly,
kissing her lips, suckling her tits.  Our breathing became communal, a
harmony of sound and pleasure.

   She didn't ride me.  Joan lay atop me as I administered pleasure to her
tits, ass and pussy.  As I sucked her tits, I fondled her ass, teasing her
crack as I did.  All the while I thrust my dick into her cunt.  My balls
slapped against her, loudly.

   "OH, Frank.  That's Good.  Keep it up." "Yes."

   Our coital bliss continued long and slow, deep and hard....

   I rolled us over, missionary position.  Joan raised her legs, wrapping
them around my waist.  She pulled me into her deeply, as if to take my
balls and cock inside her.  I let myself be lead, she bore my weight atop
her and with her legs she pulled me inside her and out again.  And, Again.
AND, AGAIN.  "AH.  Fuck'N.  Yes!  Shit, Babe.  That's Fuck'n Great." I
called.  "Like it, hun?  Knew you would.  Like me fuck'n your cock!  Don't
you quit on me!" "No Way."

   We fucked for a good deal longer.  The aroma of our sex filled the room.
The porn played.  "NoW!" Joan cried, "Put it in my ass, NOW!" Quickly we
separated.  I stood at the side of the bed.  "Eat my ass, get it ready." I
stroked my cock, saying, "Ever had it in the ass Joan?" "No." "Well, let me
tell you spit don't do it." I reached into a concealed compartment at the
back of the drawer in the bedside table.  From that drawer I withdrew a
bottle of water based lubricant.

   I liberally applied the lubricant to Joan's puckered hole and to the
fingers of my right hand..  "Oh, Yes.  That's nice," she purred as I spread
the lubricant over her hole, allowing some to ooze inside.  Then, I
inserted the middle finger of my right hand into her asshole.  I pounded
her pickled hole with that finger until it slipped in and out with much
ease.  Only then, did I add my third finger.  When the two fingers were
easily able to slide, I began to twist them.  "OH.  GAWD!" Joan called,
"Shit.  Fuck My ASS." "This is just the prep, darlin.  My dick's not in
there yet." "GET IT IN!  FUCK!  ME !"

   So I did!

   My pecker was raging hard.  I wanted desperately to cum.  I pounded my
dick into her asshole.  Deep inside her rectum I plunged my cock, slapping
my balls against her pussy.  Instinctively, Joan had inserted two fingers
into her twat.  As I pounded her butt hole, she added more fingers to her
cunt.  She came torrentially as her fourth finger drew into her womanhood!

   "Damn!  OH!  You've got such a great ass!  I love fuck'n it!" "Yes!  Do
Me.  Fuck'N Do Me Good.  AH.  FUCK.  I'm Cummin' Frank, I'm Fuckin Cummin!"
The sound of her juices flowing freely from her gate stimulated me over the
edge.  I slammed her ass deep one last time.  "OH, BayBee.  I'm gonna cum
too." "Shit.  No.  Wait.  I wanna swallow it...."

   That would have to wait for next time...  I flooded her bowels with cum
this night!
   24 April 2005 FrankW265

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