He slid my panties to my feet and I stepped out of them. I was now completely naked, exposed, vulnerable, and wet. I could feel the slippery dampness on the skin of my upper thighs, where the panties had trailed down. He held my panties so I could see the crotch, as if I needed to look to tell they were almost dripping. Then he put the wetness to his nose, inhaled deeply of my odor, and let out a sigh of appreciation. Dear God! I needed him so bad I was hurting. My entire body was trembling inside, my nipples were tingling and my pussy was throbbing. I had never begged before, but I was about to. He tried to pull me down to the floor, but I knew the cushions were the place to be. I told him to come with me, walked over to the cushions, and laid down. I positioned myself to accent all the parts of me he needed to get to. The arch of my back over a pillow placed my breasts on display and easily accessible. I bent my knees slightly and spread them wide to expose and open my womanhood to him.

Slowly and with obvious appreciation, his gaze passed over me, pausing at my face, breasts, and pussy. With his eyes fixed on my crotch, he started to kneel between my legs, but he still had his pants on. That just would not do. "Wait!" I said. "I want to see your dick." He seemed surprised to realize they were still on; his shoes, too. Stripping off the remainder of his clothes and tossing them to the others by the door, he turned back to me. He was beautiful. About 7 inches long, thick but not like a bologna roll, maybe two inches in diameter with a purple head slightly larger, and a slight curve upward. Just the right size for my pussy and my mouth.

I could tell his eyes were watching mine, but mine stayed on that marvelous, luscious rod of his as he got down between my legs. He stretched out on the floor with his head at my crotch and I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations. I could feel his breath on my moisture as my juices ran out, down the crack of my ass and onto the cushion below. I was almost shaking all over from desire and need. How close could I get to cumming without actually going over? How long could I survive on that edge and stay sane? I wanted to learn.

"Aaaaahhhhhhooooooooohhh" He'd touched the top of my pussy and was lightly running his fingers down it. My entire crotch was electrified and my hips move up of their own accord. I realized I was clenching the pillows under my hands. My whole midsection felt on fire from his touch. The fingers stopped their torturous path between my pussy and ass, right in the flow of my liquid. Then another finger began another journey at the top again. Dear God, it slipped between my lips, it's going there, it's almost there, "EEOOOHH!" it hit my clit and a thousand volts surged through my body causing my hips to jerk up. The finger left me. Damn! Oh, it's back, below my clit and headed down again. I'm almost delirious. Almost mush. My fingers found my nipples and began pinching, pulling, and rolling them. Sanity was threatened, but it's way overrated.

The finger reached my opening and circled it; teasing, promising penetration, then stopping just short to make another circle. I had to have something in me. I had to have something to draw off the heat within me before I burned up. My hips rotated, trying to line his finger with my hole, but he was on to that and kept up the teasing. Then it entered, quickly sinking in until it tickled my cervix. I stepped even more onto the precipice, yet did not go over. I was screaming, crying, groaning as I'd never done before. No more teasing! NO MORE! This was hurting, frustrating, maddening. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! The finger pulled out. I felt empty, abandoned, yet in wild anticipation of the next entry whether finger, tongue, or dick. I looked down at him. He was looking over my belly at me with lust in his eyes and a grin. He held up the finger, glistening and soaked with my juice. He stuck it in his mouth and sucked it clean. His smile grew. Why I was not in tears was a mystery. This was agony. Beautiful, hot, amazing, delicious, intolerable agony. "NOW!! FUCK ME NOW!!!" I was yelling. His eyebrows went up in surprise. Never had I needed it so badly.

His head went down to my crotch. I wanted his dick. I wanted his seed. I wanted to cum. I wanted release. I wanted this tension to last forever and end right now. When his tongue hit my clit, I exploded. Colors washed over behind my eyelids. Every nerve in my body fired in unison. Every muscle jerked. I heard a long scream. It was me. My legs had found their way to his back. They pulled him to me as my hips jerked up to force myself against that lovely mouth muscle that was sending me into oblivion. I was convulsing, screaming, releasing. I felt the cushion under me getting squishy from my flood. He was sucking on my clit just like I wanted to be sucking on his dick. I wished I could cum in his mouth as he would cum in mine. The orgasm went on for days, weeks, infinity. Eventually, the peak passed and I felt his mouth release my clit. His tongue flicked down my slit to my opening. He began cleaning my pussy with his mouth, even sucked on my vagina to pull more juice out. The very thought that he wanted to drink me caused another, but lesser, explosion and I all but squirted into him. OK, so I came in his mouth. I felt his mouth close as he swallowed me. I had exceeded heaven.

He continued licking up my liquid and I began responding again. I still needed to be fucked. I still wanted his dick in me. I wanted to feel his seed squirt into me. I wanted to taste us together.