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No matter when or where they met, her instant insatiability always amazed him. He'd never met a woman whose needs were so well-defined, and who wanted it all -- right then and there.... no matter where they happened to be. She could never get enough of their raw, roaring, primal sex. They had gotten to know each other's bodies so well over the past year, yet there was always a need to quench a deep, hidden thirst for a bigger, better, more intense orgasm.

Grace was unlike any other woman he'd been with. Yes, she indeed had a more intense, advanced libido. Some women indeed do have a special gift -- a finer tuned sense of passion and sexuality. She'd told him of days riding in the car, a passenger oblivious to her husband's nonsensical mutterings. She'd be engrossed in a book with a naughty passage. She read it over and over, moving her thighs together just the right unobserved way to give herself an intense, yet secret, orgasm without ever touching herself. And there were the nights when hot dreams about sex with her lover would trigger wild, roaring orgasms so intense that they would wake her up screaming and breathless -- and she'd have to change the sheets that were so soaked from her wetness. Again -- without ever touching her splendid self.

And the glorious times when they were together that she could never get enough of his perfect cock, so long and thick, the head sculpted like a finely carved helmet. She loved to ride it, but even more, she loved to suck it or deep throat every inch of it. No matter whether he came in her mouth or spurted his wads of cum straight down her throat, it always triggered a touchless orgasm within her, as if she had a second clit inside her velvety throat. Her senses were tuned so finely that she could always feel that moment, just before he came, the increased heat and subtle increase in size from that final rush of blood into his engorged cock, no matter whether she had it in her mouth or hand or he was plunged to the hilt deep inside her own throbbing, sensitive pussy. And she loved that feeling.

Every time they were together, they'd further kindle the passion and discover new joys. And surprises. Like the night when he was licking Kastamonu Escort away eagerly at her sweet, liquid pussy in near-darkness for a change. Fingers from one hand were busy inside her -- teasing her G-spot -- as the other index finger toyed with the rosebud entrance to her ass, something she'd never enjoyed in the past. Giving his tongue a momentary breather, he glanced up to see how Grace was doing but kept his fingers busy inside her, when he felt a long squirt from her go flying over his left shoulder and land about four feet from them. This primal sex was magic, always intense, always joyous -- and unpredictable.

Like the afternoon neither of them would -- or could -- ever forget...

They'd met again on a long lunch hour at their convenient hideaway. Most days, after kissing and quickly undressing each other, nearly ripping off each other's buttons, she was ready to do most anything... usually content to start exploring each other's horny bodies and fuck and suck like rabbits till an orgasm or three exhausted both of them. But this day would be different. He pulled a desk chair near the bed and sat down right next to it. He said he'd like to start by watching her do herself -- up close and personal. Grace sat right at the edge of the bed and lay back, spreading her legs as wide as they'd go.... such an inviting flower peeking out from between her ivory thighs, its inner lips smooth, silky and oddly distended like the petals on an iris.

As his cock began to stir, her fingers grazed her sensitive nipples, then moved down across her pubic mound... a sparse growth of fine, downy hair that was too red to be blonde and too blonde to be red... more of a burnished gold. She traced a finger along her petal-like southern lips and was amazed how wet she was already just from thinking about the afternoon's possibilities. Up one side, down the other... avoiding her sweet, supersensitive clit for now. She teased herself -- and teased his observing eyes as she continued tracing her own pleasure's core.

Grace placed one finger deep inside herself and began stirring her loins, peeking over now and then as he sometimes stroked his hardening Kastamonu Escort Bayan cock, which she wanted so bad. Then she added a second finger into the equation, writhing as she stirred herself more, teased her clit and began rubbing her fingers along her G-spot. She tingled down to her toes. And she loved doing herself in front of him, as if nothing else mattered.

Occasionally, he'd lean over to kiss her lips, tweak a nipple or taste her glistening fingers as she stroked and stroked herself, now oblivious to all but the feelings building inside her. Oh, those fingers were a treat to lick... he'd been with other women, each with distinctive, pungent nectars, but none so sweet and thick as her honey.

He could tell she was close. The redness on her pale neck was a giveaway. As were the bullets that once were her nutmeg brown nipples, not the largest he'd sucked and nibbled, but certainly the most sensitive. She began to writhe and moan as she kept fingering herself. As she started to cum, he moved the chair back and knelt next to the bed. Moving her hands out of and away from her slit, his tongue dove straight at Grace's pussy and his fingers replaced hers inside. Her first orgasm quickly became a sustained series of four or five as she moaned and screamed in delight, his tongue feathering her lips and clit over and over and over again as she crested... then climbed a further mountain... and came once more.

He sensed her clit needed a break, as did his tongue. So he lay on the bed next to her. She immediately began to reciprocate by teasing his cock with her smallish hands, licking his scrotum as she marveled at the glistening tool in front of her. She loved those sweet drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip, rubbing them all over the head before taking him slowly in her mouth, swirling her tongue.

Soon she was sucking on his 8 inches like a wild woman, tonguing and sucking it -- up and down -- with enthusiasm. As she got used to its sheer bulk, she soon was able to slide it with ease down her throat. Up and down, her throat rode him. Such velvety warmth. He couldn't always tell if her tongue or throat was responsible, but soon spurted Escort Kastamonu into her again and again. Then he felt her Grace shudder and heard her moan with her own orgasm once again.

As his cock began its slow but sure recovery, he hastened things by diving back into her pussy with his tongue and fingers. After five minutes or so, she was orgasming again and again. Her juice flooded out of her and poured over his face, drenching his mustache. She loved to lick her sweet essence off his face as they kissed and cuddled. Without pausing, she pushed him onto his back once more, felt his hardness and climbed over him. Now that he'd come once down her throat, Grace was ready for some cock in its rightful place... swiftly taking him deep and twitching her finely tuned pussy muscles. She rode him up and down like a bareback rider on a bronco, filled with his thick cock, which both teased her inside and rubbed her growing clit with each thrust. He'd tweak her clit often -- and lick a nipple whenever her breasts neared his face.

She rode him this way for about 45 minutes, in the process taking another nine or 10 orgasms -- each stronger and shuddering more than its predecessor. She moaned. She screamed. She nearly cried with joy and a blend of semi-exhaustion and exhilaration as she kept her balance over him and rode and rode the stallion she had only dreamt about until chance brought them together and passion clicked in a year earlier. Realizing he was still hard and had barely cum inside her pussy, now thick with shared juices, she climbed off and resumed her oral ministrations. As much as she loved the salty-sweet taste of his cum in her mouth, down her throat or shooting onto her face or body, she relished even more the combined juices that had mingled on his fine cock. So thick, gooey and pungent. She licked and slurped him clean, then made him cum again. And she came again. There was no doubt.

A math major would calculate that Grace had at least 20 orgasms in about two hours that afternoon before losing count, and then had a few more. She couldn't say for sure, but she couldn't say no. And after a quick shower to clean themselves and ease their spasms -- she said her legs felt like Jello as she wobbled around the room. They dressed, kissed, smiled and went back to their other lives once more. Driving away, both wondered if they could ever duplicate the feat, and were determined to try. But that's another story... or at least another chapter in the saga.