Erotic story for adult personals-Joanna

What followed next would have no pattern from one time to the next. Often she would lie back on the narrow bench at the foot of the bed, her black hair falling unruly away from her face, and command me to kneel beside. "I want to be sucked," she'd say, and I'd bend to with a will. Her hands would clamp into my own hair, pushing my head to her breasts. Oh! Those breasts, so beautiful they were, with the small nipples standing to attention like little soldiers. I'd tease with my tongue, circling, nibbling, sucking, taking the whole breast in my mouth, pinching with my lips. One of our hands would slide down her smooth flank to cup her buttocks, now writhing and spinning, and slip a finger into the rosebud anus. Another hand, sliding down her firm, rounded belly, would dive into the folds of the vagina and slide up to her hard, small clitoris. She was always, by now, oiled and lubricated to a fare-thee-well. The sound of wet, slippery flesh, her panting, my own moans would fill the small room. She would come spectacularly, pushing her pelvis up into the air, into our hands, spinning on a finger.
Then she would sink back into herself, smiling and tender. Only for a moment though: then it would be her turn (or was it mine?)--and she would sit me down on the edge of the bed or the bench. And as she took me in her mouth she looked, through angled mirrors, into my eyes. For the next five minute eternity neither she nor I nor our locked gazes would move--outwardly. But her tongue would.
And when at last I would have to, she would meet my desparate thrust with one of her own, engulfing me to the engorged root, then pulling back and swallowing seedspurt. And as I slowly shrank, she would keep me in her mouth, teasing with her lips, sucking me gently empty and dry.
Or I would be behind her, slowly easing myself into the warm, the grasping, the snug. As I moved, my hands hooked over her hips (or sliding one finger down, and up, the wondrous groove) she gripped and held me. She had another mouth down there, and drank me both ways.
Or (more rarely) she squatted above me, and slowly lowered herself onto my upright penis--carefully, because she was taking me into her anus, and wanted me to not move, to not tear the delicate tissue. The tight ring would slide down around me, the heat, blooming, surrounding me. I would be slippery with oil and anticipation. Once secure against my base, she would rock back and wrap her legs around my knees. "Oh," she'd say, her eyes bent back to me in mock reproach, "you're holding me so wide..." Then reaching to apply the vibrator, first deeply into herself (I could feel it inside her, moving against my own stiff shaft) then along the groove, to the top, to flourish around her own stiffened little stalk. Bending and howling, she would come as I tried to hold her pinioned, pulling her knees from under mine, clamping them over her busy hands, still impaled on me. Finally she would lie quiet. Then I would try to pull out (slowly) a fraction of an inch, and then (couldn't help) slam her back against me, and come and come and come.

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