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   Aged to Perfection - FM May-September Oral, some Anal

   Stacy guessed she'd always been attracted to older men.  While other
women go wild for baby-faced movie idols like Leonardo DiCaprio or Justin
Timberlake, she swooned for the rugged, mature good looks of stars such as
Sean Connery and Harrison Ford.  Give her a man who has some experience
etched in his strong face, maybe with some distinguished silver in his
hair, and hands that are rough and callused.  She'd gone out with guys her
own age or younger, and all she'd learned was that they really didn't have
all that much to say.  In Stacy's opinion, a man in his forties or even
older has seen much more of the world and experienced more in life.  Older
men were more interesting to talk to, and they also had more sexual
experience in the bedroom to enrich her amorous affairs.

   The first time Stacy had gotten involved with an older man was when she
was in her mid twenties and in graduate school at the prestigious GulfCoast
University working on her doctorate in pre-Columbian Central and South
American native history.  He was a visiting faculty member for the
semester, from a Universidad del Pacifico in Peru.  Stacy met him at a wine
and cheese tasting reception following a topical lecture he gave, a party
if she were to be honest that she crashed only after hearing him speak. 
She'd been prepared to hear about Incas and ancient relics, but she wasn't
prepared for how incredibly sexy the lecturer would be, or how hot his
rumbling basso voice would make her.

   His name was Jorge, and he was about forty.  Tall and whiplash-lean,
with ruffled salt-and-pepper hair and round wire-rimmed glasses, he was
dressed in the conservative tweeds you'd expect a college professor to
wear, but he also had an alluringly rough-hewn quality.  Stacy had tried
her best to concentrate on his academic lecture, but she couldn't keep from
fantasizing about him taking her in his arms and having his wicked way with
her under the smolderingly-hot Peruvian sun.  She was surprised at herself,
as she was not given to flights of erotic fancy.  She had put her love life
on hold during her post-graduate work, since she didn't think she had time
to be both a doctoral candidate and someone's girlfriend, but Jorge really
pushed her buttons.

   At the reception Stacy finally got the chance to talk to him.  She was
self-consciously tongue-tied at first, mainly because she now was able to
see his sexily rawboned features up close.  His weather-worn skin was
naturally deeply swarthy and shaded further by seemingly-permanent
bluish-black stubble.  Prominent cheekbones almost jutted from his face,
battling for her attention with a craggy nose and profoundly sensual lips.
She was near-entranced by his unrefined handsomeness but eventually she
managed to introduce herself.  Her specialty was Latin American history,
with a primary focus on ancient Mexican civilizations, and they spent a few
moments in the milling crowd discussing in broad strokes the similarities
and differences between the Incan and Mayan religious and matrimonial
cultural practices.  But what Stacy really wanted to say was "Forget the
Mayans.  How about letting me suck your cock?"

   Of course, she didn't do that.  She did, however, make a lasting
impression, his genuine interest made apparent by the way he meticulously
appraised her.  Stacy may have been a stuffy graduate student, but she was,
and for that matter still is, highly attractive to the opposite sex.  She
was an exotic mixture of Anglo and Spanish ancestry, with a delicate
demeanor created by a narrow nose, a pretty V-shaped chin and liquid burnt
sienna eyes.  Her luxurious ebon hair spilled about her face in heavy
curls, enhancing her milky-white complexion blushed only by the touch of
rose in her plump cheeks.  She could instinctively tell that Jorge was
interested, so she graciously suggested they continue their conversation
when they both had free time.  It conveniently turned out he was free for
lunch the next day.

   Stacy and Jorge saw a lot of each other over the next few weeks.  Mostly
it was for lunch, Thai food and pizza being their favorites, and once they
went to the Blue Bay Archaeological Museum featuring articles from the
local native tribes that once lived in the region as well as religious
iconography discovered at the site of one of the long-since disappeared
Spanish missionary churches founded centuries ago.  Of course, while Jorge
perused bits of broken pottery, all Stacy could think was she wanted to
jump him right there.  It eventually dawned on her that if he did want a
physical relationship, he was sublimating it, probably because of a
combination of concern over getting involved with a student at the
University he was temporarily working for and puritanical qualms over their
nearly two decade age difference.  `Well, then,' Stacy resolutely resolved
to herself.  `I'm just going to have to be the aggressor.'

   Stacy decided the easiest way to seduce Jorge was to invite him over to
her place for a home-cooked meal.  Since she lived in a house with three
other grad students, she made sure they were all going to be gone for the
evening.  With the house completely empty for the night, Jorge arrived
punctually.  She had made spicy paella and served it with sweet sangria and
butter-laden crusty bread.  He regaled her with fascinating stories of his
extensive travels through Spain and Latin America, and once again Stacy
started losing focus, enthralled by his gold-flecked emerald eyes.  After
dinner, the couple got comfy in front of the bay window and listened to
some of her Andean folk band CDs while watching the hazy sunset.  With the
western sky streaked in smears of radiant lavender and burgundy, the
atmosphere was terribly romantic, but Jorge was still in pedantic academic
mode.  Stacy grabbed the bull by the horns, so to speak, and reached over
to firmly remove his horn-rimmed glasses.  "How do you look without these?"
she asked him rhetorically, looking directly into his dreamy eyes.  "Your
eyes are gorgeous." Jorge visibly gulped.  "Oh, genética ...  uh ... 
genetics, I suppose, but thanks."

   Stacy leaned forward then, touching the top button of his conservative
button-down shirt with a certain gracefulness.  She moved slowly toward
him, so tight inside she thought something was surely going to burst.  She
raised her arms with obvious intent, letting her fingers pressure against
his shoulders, then unconsciously ease around his neck while he stood as if
immobilized into a helpless numbness.  She kissed him, and she was
astonished that she had startled him into paralysis.

   "Dios Mio!" Jorge breathlessly choked, but a heartbeat later he began to
tentatively respond and Stacy felt the lustrous warmth of sweet sensation
begin to flow within her.  They did some old-fashioned snogging as the
glowing sunlight faded and deepening shadows flickered over the walls.  For
a man who specialized in a long-dead civilization, Jorge was a very
passionate man.  Unlike the students her own age that Stacy had dated, he
did not slobber on her and try to shove his thick tongue into her mouth. 
Instead, he kissed her plush lips with just the right amount of slick
moisture and varied his pressuring contact between purposeful smooching and
feather-light oral caresses along her jaw, throat, nose, forehead and, of
course, her mouth.  When he did eventually return, this time his handsome
mouth hungrily found her warm, tongue moistened lips in an ardently soulful
kiss!  She let her own little tongue wetly greet his, her desire-incited
brain reeling.  This was going better than she'd hoped...

   "It certainly will be nice to have a special friend while I'm here,"
Jorge murmured huskily.  Stacy watched the glimmering twilight twinkle in
the ethereal reflection in his beatific eyes and a pang of sumptuous desire
surged inside her.  He had not removed one stitch of her clothing or even
touched her breasts, yet she was already drizzly-wet, her nipples achingly
erect.  Impulsively, she reached for his crotch and felt the lengthy bulge
of his rock-hard erection straining mightily under his soft corduroys.  The
luscious sensation of its meaty, masculine feel whipped her breath away.

   Jorge gutturally groaned but delicately lifted her groping hand to his
warm lips, tenderly kissing it, then reverentially sucking on each finger.
In his own mature way, he was telling Stacy to cool it and let him take the
lead, which he did by laying her down on the velvet sofa.  When she was
luxuriously lounging, he placed his hand firmly on her supple thigh,
sending an electric tingle sparking throughout her sprawled body.  He began
seductively kissing her collarbone, moving gradually lower.  Trying to
seduce him into more, Stacy shimmied against his tantalizing touch, almost
imperceptibly undulating her desire-filled upper torso with suggestive
fervency against his massaging fingers.

   Her vixenish tease elicited a husky groan from the sexy professor, but
Stacy was dismayed when Jorge, unable to get any further without kissing
her cotton shirt, drew away from her.  Her concerns were alieved as he
loosened the first button of her blouse with visibly shaky fingers then
touched his lips to the exposed flesh.  He paused to gaze up at her
flashing eyes fixed firmly down upon him before resuming on the second
button.  Her delicate, pampered fingers were laced with his rugged,
rough-hewn ones, but it became quickly obvious he didn't need any more
shepherding, impassionedly kissing and unbuttoning as he was until the
garment was half undone and his steamy mouth was nipping at the cup of her
satin bra.

   Jorge straightened up from his haunches, gazing intently on Stacy's
flushed features.  "May I?" he whispered slightly tremulously.

   "Sure," Stacy replied, her throaty alto betraying how desperately horny
she was feeling.  She knew it wasn't going take very much to make her body
flare up in a passionate need that demanded satisfaction immediately.

   Placing his thumb and forefinger on the edges of her blouse, Jorge
nudged it ever so slightly apart.  Stacy, tensed in anticipation, sighed
breathlessly and rose to a sitting position as he pushed his hands inside,
allowing her shirt to fall fully open.  She could feel the sexy roughness
of his calloused palms and she found herself short of breath ~~ she wanted
those rugged hands everywhere, touching and caress her own silken skin.  As
if reading her thoughts, he began to oblige, working his desire-warmed
fingers upwards in sweeping strokes, rubbing his thumbs in spiraling
circles over the supple flesh of her firm belly.  Jorge's fingertips had
begun a slowly methodical trip up until she felt him stop beneath the
tender underslope of her bountifully endowed breasts.

   "Don't stop," Stacy coaxed softly.  Her naked flesh was tingling with
the wanton desire that she had been dwelling with for the past few hours
and she craved her blissful release.

   He didn't answer.  Instead, his roaming hands started moving again, over
her chest, trailing over the silken skin to cup the pillowy mounds of her
breasts through the fine satin of her bra.  Stacy sucked in her breath, it
felt so sumptuously good.  The sensuous pressure of his hands on the
pillowy softness of her breasts.  So good that she could feel the lingering
resentments and gnawing frustrations of daily life that had built up simply
trickle away as the honey-rich pleasures took over.  Lifting her eyes from
her own body, she looked up at the man before her.  Jorge's face was set,
his roughly handsome features now fixed in a mask of sexual enchantment. 
He stared back at her as he devotedly stroked her creamy softness with the
heels of his palms, using his fingers to flick lightly over the pert buds
until she felt her nipples responding urgently, straining within the
restricting confines of her bra.

   Stacy had to have her breasts free, had to have his provocative touch on
the rigidly sensitive nipples without the encumbrance of clothing.  With a
feline grace, she arched her back, her hands moving behind her back and
underneath her blouse to quickly unsnap the catches of her brassiere.  She
pulled the bra off and tossed it to the floor beside the post, allowing the
lush orbs to tumble free.  Right away he felt beneath her loose blouse,
wrenching the garment wide open with his outthrust arms, the front flaps
draped up on her collarbones.  She shrugged the shirt off completely and in
a flash she was naked from the waist up.

   Jorge regarded her bare breasts with something resembling awe, gaping
openly at her vanilla-hued bosom, visibly savoring their succulent
plumpness, buoyant resiliency, and the rose-tipped nipples nestled on the
top and making Stacy feel extremely sexy.

   "You like my body, Jorge?" she asked slowly.  A lance of lubricious
excitement knifed searingly through her tummy as she shamelessly displayed
herself to him, and she watched him closely as he ogled her nudity, his
eyelids growing heavy with impassioned need.

   "You're so lovely," he breathed deeply, reaching for her tits, his large
hands hungrily engulfing the marshmallowy warmth of her alabaster mounds.
He touched her delicately, as if her breasts were objets d'art but the
roughness of his hard fingers touching the rich, ample fullness sent
dynamic pulses of cloying warmth from her simmering pussy and up through
her lower torso.  Stacy suddenly feel hot, really hot, her chest rising and
falling in a man-induced haze of vibrantly tingling sensuality and she was
tempted to close her eyes and throw her head back, but she was too busy
watching the carnal pleasure he took from regarding her body.  The
thickly-clotting heat whirlpooled when he brushed his long, raspy fingers
over the tiny, cherry-ripe nipples until they were incited buds of
sensitive hardness.  Slowly, rhythmically, he rolled the brashly-jutting
nubs back and forth, squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing,
then releasing...

   Jorge's palms circled her bobbling breasts tighter, squeezing them
around her finger-lashed nipples, which bulged between his thumbs and
forefingers.  The firmness was just shy of pain and made Stacy's breath
catch in her throat.  After holding her bosom this way for several
excruciating seconds, he leaned forward and began flicking his sinuous
tongue against the sensitive buds.  They both looked on as the chubby
nubbins popped to full erectness.  He then alternately laved the
cherry-colored tips with his serpentine tongue and suckled on them
determinedly.  His sharp teeth grazed lightly across her areolas, giving
her a quick little tremor.

   After a few minutes of this oral devotion, Jorge released his hold, but
her nipples still stuck out like ripe strawberries.  "Y-You're beautiful!"
he hoarsely murmured as he sat back with a satisfied smile, admiring the
physical affects of his lingual adulation.  Stacy felt as if she had just
run a grueling marathon: her heart was pounding, her face deeply blushed, a
sheen of perspiration glowing on her skin and her panties were sloppily
drenched, a situation that was only exacerbated when he said softly but
firmly.  "Take off your clothes.  Let me see the rest of you."

   Feeling a strange sense of bashfulness, Stacy skittishly slid off her
slingback shoes and peeled off her ankle-high socks.  Jorge stopped her by
talking one of her bare feet in his hands and caressing it softly.  This
may sound hard to believe, but at that time in her young life, no man had
ever paid any erotic attention to her petite feet.  Jorge, however,
proceeded to give her a deliciously libidinous foot massage, gingerly
manipulating the supple muscles, savvily squeezing and stretching her
instep and Achilles heel, capping it off by heatedly kissing then slurpily
sucking her dainty bubblegum-pink-painted toes and wiggling his nimble
tongue between them.  She was on the impending verge of a meteoric orgasm,
and he hadn't come near her desperately aroused pussy yet!

   Jorge helped Stacy remove her pedal-pusher pants, which left her wearing
only a scandalously saturated pair of panties, the sodden fabric doing
little to veil her frantically needy sex.  When she wasn't able to bear the
titillation a moment longer, she eagerly rose up for a kiss, tickling the
end of his handsome nose with the fluttering tip of her hot, wet little
tongue.  Whether he was surprised or not she couldn't tell, but he pulled
her into another heated kiss, his wetly fevered mouth smothering hers and
she sensually returned as much as he gave.  Their eager tongues were melded
in a sinuous dance when he drew away.  The way he trailed his lips down the
curve into the tender bowl of tummy, nuzzling into her belly button was
exquisitely erotic.

   This man was a well-practiced lover, skilled in the art of pleasuring
women, a fact proven in the way he explored the stylish ring Stacy had
pierced through her navel.  He seemed captivated by the tiny piece of
jewelry, taking it between his lips and tugging on it ever-so-slightly. 
Once again he stopped just short of the jagged edge of pain, instead making
her shudder with forbidden delight every time he pulled on it.  Those dark
pleasures were deepened when he skittered his hands over the flare of her
crescent-shaped hips to pause at the rounded fullness of her bottom, his
soothing strokes singing his praises of this most vulnerable part of the
feminine body in such an eloquent manner that words never could.

   Much to Stacy's dismay, however, he suddenly dropped down to her elegant
ankles and resumed glossing kisses, suckles and swipes of his tongue along
the ebb and flow of her calf.  He was lingering in the hollow of her knee,
laving that frequently neglected flesh, when she began to anxiously touch
herself, letting her own slender fingers wander down into her downy pubic
curls, inching their way to her brazenly oozing cunny.  Jorge caught her,
though, and defiantly stopped her.  "Let it build up," he instructed softly
yet firmly.  "I'll get there."

   Knowing Stacy was a pile of dry kindling ready to ignite, Jorge sat
back. She lay sprawled on the couch, her pussy openly weeping, her bunched
panties nearly in a knot.  They both knew that one touch of his tongue on
her fiery sex would make her come instantaneously, so he let her settle
down by stripping off his clothing.  He took his time undressing, leisurely
removing his shirt, revealing a hairless, leanly-muscled chest capped by
dark puffy nipples and a fleshy but still relatively tightly formed
abdomen. She watched like a hawk as he unhurriedly drew off his pants,
noting his strong legs and surprisingly toned ass.  He tugged off his
boxers, proudly revealing an erect cock of a good size, a drop of pre-come
precariously perched on its dramatically flared tip.

   Stacy had never hungered for a man as much as she did at that moment. 
Jorge resumed his place between her scissored legs and, while cupping the
tensed globes of her oval buttocks with his left hand, his right hand
glided downward and over the slope of her willowy thighs.  The erotic
chills immediately resumed, resonating outwards, making her tremble.  She
lost her breath when she felt the desperately craved pressure through the
flimsy white lace of her panties against her desire-dampened folds, an
electric current sizzling through her sex, her inner flesh rejoicing with
the sonorous nuances of throbbing pleasure.

   "Is this what you want, miss?" Jorge tauntingly murmured, slipping his
fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her flimsy undergarment.

   "Definitely what I want," Stacy said, skewing her legs to accommodate
him even better, and as she did so, he reached for the moist gusset of her
skimpy panties and, with one firm wrench, pulled it clear to the side with
one hand, exposing her succulent delta in all its carnal glory.  The nude
pink nub of her brazenly swollen clitoris that she could feel was brashly
poking out of it's cloak at the apex of her cleft would be looking like an
uncut ruby nestled in crumpled pink silk.  That jewel proved too much of an
enticement for the professor and he dropped his face to her steamy delta
but stopped less than an inch from contact, so close that she could feel
his sultry breath swirling over her pouty labia, the mellifluous sensation
nearly making her swoon.

   Jorge then kissed Stacy, one quick kiss in her plump mound.  Then he
kissed her again, but this time his lips came into feathery-soft contact
with her plump labia.  He did not withdraw; rather he drew the fleshy
flanges into his sweltering mouth, making her moan softly at the
titillating shocks of delight that shot out from her loins, fierce jabs of
raw pleasure leaping up along the glossy seam of her sex.  While he
continued savoring her perfumed, delicacies, he was simultaneously nudging
the fleshy pad of the tip of his nose into her clitoris, which was erect
and virtually begging for attention, even that subtle stimulation making
her honey begin to flow rich and thick.

   Jorge came up for air and placed his thumbs on either side of her creamy
split, pressing gently on her pouty folds.  Stacy stared down at her
lover's brown shoulders, at the juice-smeared center parting of her own
tawny thatch and watched as her inner vulva parted and his captivated face
light up upon seeing her pink, wet sweetness inside.  He leaned in and
began mouthing her in earnest, thrusting his flexible tongue in her
nectared goodness and whirling it up and around her gooey channel.  A
sudden, seething rush of iridescent radiance coursing from her molten core
again made her almost faint and she had to grasp at the overstuffed
cushions below her to keep from toppling over on to the floor.

   "Oh yes," whimpered Stacy, jumping as Jorge made initial contact with
her urgently pulsing clitoral bud.  He didn't suck directly upon the nexus
of her sexual needs, knowing that it would be too much for her, so instead
he simply addressed its existence with inciteful momentary flutters while
his tongue relentlessly churned in her squishy grotto.  She was certain he
knew how precariously close to orgasm she was, but he mischievously backed
off, letting her ease back from the verge of a glorious rapture.  Seemingly
determined to whet her arousal to a seething froth before he let her have
her release, his fingers reached lower to the pouty lips flanking her
pussy. Strained whimpers of escalating frustration at being denied what was
rightfully hers issued from Stacy's throat but those aggravated feelings
were mollified by his skillful caress.  Rough fingers spread the smoothly
flowing moisture up and down her quivering cleft, and she could feel the
fluttering in her stomach as her desire started to mount from a higher
plateau.

   Stacy felt that parts of her were literally aflame for release, her lust
like a cauterizing ball of fire raging in her loins and she knew that she
had to have some kind of relief.  She arched her smoothly rounded buttocks
back into the couch and a shiver ran through her when the academician
placed his thumb back into contact with the lewdly pulsing little bud of
her clitoris.  His fingers worked the lavish lips wider apart and began to
probe teasingly up into the softly clasping upper flesh, sending further
galvanic shocks of electric pleasure and need to dart out.  She knew she
had to quell her consuming lust that was fed when he wormed his middle
finger slowly up into the resisting tightness of her desire-heated grotto.
His tongue began whirring over the throbbing bud of her clitoris as she
arched her hips even higher, beginning a lewdly writhing undulation of her
body in his arms, the core of her being focused on lingual organ laving
with smooth even strokes on the inflamed nucleus of her femininity until
she was ripe for orgasm, her impending climax like the last peach hanging
from the tree just waiting for a gust of wind.

   A stream of desperate moans and pleadings issued from Stacy's throat as
she thrashed her body savagely from the rapacious needs that consumed her.
Her face flushed and she broke out in a sheen of perspiration as she
strained for the rapidly approaching orgasm, tossing her head from side to
side, whipping her long black curly hair about.  Then she lifted her head
up from the couch, gazing down and deriving a bawdy thrill at the erotic
sight of Jorge's masculine handsome features moving eagerly up and down
between her widely scissoring thighs.  His long fingers were darting
swiftly in and out of her tightly trembling vulva, his rough tongue working
with maddening effect on the effervescent nubbin of her clitoris.  She
could not quell the sob that rose in her throat as the swollen portal
flowered open wider to accept two fingers, and then three, up into her
warmly yielding inner flesh.

   Suddenly Stacy's whole nubile body tensed and shuddered, moving in
synchronicity with the fingers pulsing in a staccato rhythm in and out of
her burning loins, her jubilant inner flesh clamping down upon the welcomed
invaders.  Her tensed body uncoiled in a frantic whiplash motion, her long
legs opening and closing in licentious desperation on the frenziedly
stroking thumb whirring over the little twitching bud of her clitoris,
almost driving herself out of her mind with uninhibited passion.  Stacy
could feel the tumultuous tide beginning deep up in her heaving belly. 
Spontaneous contortions racked her naked flesh as she hungered and fought
for the release she now knew was imminent.  Jorge knew it as well as he
lunged his fingers ferociously in and out of her trembling sex,
butterflying his tongue in a ferocious whipping motion over her spasming
bud.

   Stacy began to feel the overwhelming tide of her boisterous orgasm
unstoppably rising, building, building, from a tiny ember until it had
morphed into a blinding volcano of elation, bursting forth in a
breathtaking wave of sensation that erupted through every inch of her body
in miniature iridescent fireworks.  Her breath rasped in short gasps, and
she cried out in wanton delirium, wallowing in her raw bliss as the
lightning-like sensations jolted relentlessly through her in dizzying
tornadoes.  The incendiary flashes ignited the liquefied flesh, sending
blissful firestorms whirlwinding through her nerve nexuses.  Jorge
mercilessly continued the rapid workings of his whirring tongue over the
throbbing sprout of her clitoris, summoning up sheets of scorching flames,
until he'd extracted every bit of the incinerating pleasure that her body
had to offer and she slumped, drowning in a bubbling pool of liquid
ecstasy.

   Clasping Jorge tightly as he reassuredly cradled her in his arms, Stacy
savored the familiar drained luxury that she always felt after an orgasm of
such tumultuous strength.  She felt soft and yielding and very much a woman
now.  Fine tendrils of her hair clung damply to the edges of her face and
her racing pulse rate and ragged breathing vied to be the first to recover.
It took her several minutes to recover, and when she did she realized she
had a firm grip of his fully-engorged cock and was stroking it
absentmindedly.  He affectionately nuzzled her neck as she exploratively
fondled him.  It was the middle of the night, but time wasn't important. 
They didn't have anywhere to go.



   Jorge's deep sighs clued Stacy's movements, and she took his dangling
testicles in her left hand.  He drew in a deep intake of air when she
gently massaged his furrowed scrotum, the heavy orbs moving within the soft
pleated skin.  Her right hand stroked his chunky shaft, feeling its steely
hardness before guiding its velvety wet tip to her lips.  She flashed a
flirtatious smile as she lowered her head and kissed the soft, spongy head,
making her lips as delicate as his.  His whole body reacted when she loosed
her tongue and began to flick the bulbous end of his hefty penis, licking
circles of liquid fire around and around the sensitive head.  Slipping into
the glans eye, she lapped up the excited pre-ejaculate that seeped from the
weeping slit.  Consuming that little bit of his sweet and salty essence
sent a wonderfully erotic frisson running from her taste buds and down into
her breasts, making them feel fluffy and congested, the nipples burning
like beacons.

   Now Stacy had given blowjobs before, but the men who had received them
had been so grateful for the altruistic gesture and amateurishly rushed
that Stacy never had time to learn any advanced technique.  Jorge, in a
loving professorial manner, guided her on the best way to orally please a
man.  He coached her to take it slowly, to leisurely whorl her tongue as
she lazily sucked and to sparingly let her sharp teeth graze against the
mushroomy dome.  She performed as he instructed her, tenderly suckling and
lapping, and, at his suggestion, thoroughly swabbing his crinkled sac,
popping his precious balls into her playful mouth.  She flicked and
fluttered at both his brawny rod and wrinkled pouch, swabbing and washing
the satiny flesh of the rigid trunk and deep creases of his scrotal egg
sac, when she realized he was overtly ogling her.  She met his gaze and it
was then she noticed he had broken out in torturous sweat, the glistening
perspiration making his taut, hard-muscled frame gleam in the moonlight,
his eyes voicing a silent plea.

   Seeing the profound effect she was having on her tutor spurred Stacy on
as she opened her steamy mouth and took in the mauve head between her
cushioning lips carefully, rolling her frisky tongue around its flaring
edge before laving its streamlined underside.  She began to suck him
slowly, rhythmically, enjoying the great vein pulsing along her curling
tongue.  Jorge levered up, driving more of his excitedly throbbing organ
until over half of his thickly burgeoning manhood was disappearing into her
ovalled crimson lips.  She began to enthusiastically suckle him, wrapping
the sultry moistness and delicious warmth of her mouth about him like a
silky cocoon while working her fingers and thumbs up and down his rock-hard
bole.  His hands came up to tangle themselves in her tangled tresses and
she responded by adding a nerve-tingling lap of her flitting tongue on the
out-stroke.

   Stacy worked her slavering mouth hungrily, greedily, her concentration
full and complete on the delightful fellating task she was performing,
pulling ever more of his long length into the crushed velvet cavern.  She
was achingly aware of her breasts dancing and her hair tossing on her
shoulders as she pumped, pursing her lips, working her cheeks and tongue
until it seemed every ounce of blood and energy in his body must have been
coursing in that reverberating cut of prime man-eat.  Suddenly, she
realized the wiry curls of his pubes were brushing her nose and the blunted
helm was nudging the back of her throat.  Very deliberately, following her
most primal instinct, she swallowed, making her throat close around his
bulk, enjoying Jorge's lascivious rapture telegraphed by a slight thrust of
his narrow hips and his hands clenching tightly in her tumbled hair.

   Stacy seized the taut mounds of Jorge's asscheeks with both hands,
kneading their muscular rounds and urging him forward.  It took no further
encouragement from her for him to begin pumping, and she responded
ardently. With a sluttish exhilaration, she slurped his tasty manhood fully
into her mouth, the burly shaft sliding along her tongue like butter along
velvet as she successfully endeavored to gorge upon every single inch of
his daunting shaft into the soft, wet folds of her cheeks.  She bobbed her
head up and down over his potent loins, her lush lips sliding around his
big, erect penis hungrily, her cheeks rippling in an enticing swallowing
motion, fellating him with relish as if his naked penis were a luscious
peppermint stick.

   When she grew exhausted from her salacious deepthroating efforts, Stacy
signaled her need with finger pressure and he reluctantly backed off.  She
wanted more of the petal-like texture of his adorable glans and more
thorough exploration of his heavily-veined shaft.  While she was
improvising new lingual tactics, including darting her tongue into his
defenseless urethra, which made him twitch, she realized she was enjoying
herself immensely.  Her whole body was aquiver with reinitiated gloriously
decadent sensations, her pussy again flagrantly wet, though she intended to
please her mouth and Jorge first.  He was shamelessly moaned in euphoric
passion, his breathing hard and hoarse, his face a mask of pure and
mindless lust, his eyes locked on her.

   Taking him deep again, glutting herself on his juicy beef, Stacy
beckoned Jorge back into his previous thrusting, her own libidinous urgency
encouraging his.  She greedily wanted to taste his come so she sawed up and
down with frenetic movements on his jutting manhood, lunging downward as he
levered up, his hands wrapped in her hair, inciting her onwards.  He was
getting perilously close, she could tell, judging by his ever raspier
breathing.  It was a very croaky whisper that asked her to rub his asshole.
That taboo request made her pause for a split-second, but then she wet her
fingers on his saliva-doused organ and slipped them into the dark crease
between his buttocks.  With her first two fingers she made tiny circles
against his nether opening, and was flabbergasted by the slavish whimpers
that emanated from his lips.

   With Jorge's thighs going agonizingly taut and chaotic tremors starting
to ripple in his lower torso, Stacy knew it wouldn't be long before he
would come like a flow of hot molten lava.  When she felt him begin to
undulate in the blissful throes of pre-orgasmic ecstasy, she slipped her
index finger into the warm cavern of his willing ass.  He immediately
erupted into her mouth, the sweetish taste and gelatinous texture flooding
her senses as she lapped his seed up.  She swallowed the first two frothy
blasts, but was afraid she'd choke so she lifted her mouth off his
fountaining cock.  The rest of his bubbling semen issued forth in a
spouting geyser, ropy ribbons splattering her on the nose and chin, while
the remnants dribbled over her hand, which was still fondly stroking him.

   When Jorge was done, Stacy licked his diminishing penis clean of every
pungent drop.  He sank down beside her and kissed her, obviously tasting
himself on her musky lips.  She snuggled into the reassuring crook of his
arm, and they both realized they were cold.  He tugged a woolen afghan off
the couch and the loving pair cuddled beneath it like campers in front of a
dying fire.  Stacy had never been so sexually attuned to another human
being before, and she told Jorge so.  He smiled sweetly and answered her
intimacy with a sincere kiss that spoke volumes.

   They fell asleep embracing underneath the blanket.  Stacy awoke in the
silvery light of dawn, revived by a subtle pressure on her inner thigh. 
Dreamily, she reached down and was delighted to discover, though Jorge was
still slumbering, his penis was semi-erect, its impressive proportions
filling out in her hand.  `God, he's so big!' she thought in delight,
moving her hand along its well-proportioned length, fondling and teasing
him in the palm of her slender hand.  Her light touch brought his man-sized
organ to even greater dimension, more rigid hardness, and with a heightened
feeling of wonder, she began to thoroughly explore his cock.  She used her
nails to scrape gently along its rigid length, knowing that it not only
would allow her to discover his unique shape and texture but also would
give him a stirring charge.

   Stacy's reward came instantly.  Jorge's eyes fluttered open, and after a
brief moment of he athletically rolled on top of her, nudging the smooth
bulbed end of his penis against her.  When she felt the spongy tip dip into
the moist split of her sex and down along the moist, warm folds of her
silky groove, she gasped, its body-heated warmth sensually penetrating the
tender flesh of her needy pussy, making her blood race like a crashing race
car hurtling out of control in her veins.  Immediately he began rolling the
rounded tip up and down in her dewy cleft in slow, sweeping strokes, like
an agonizingly exquisite form of torture.  Unable to stand this teasing for
more than a few moments, she slid her hand around her uptilted hips then
down between them, to feel the pulsingly hard shaft of his cock.  She
thrilled to discover the massive adequacy of it as she found the hefty rod
and outlined it with her fingers, a thrill stabbing her deep inside when
she made the electric contact and felt its lustful, expanding throb,
accompanied by his baritone moan of pleasure.

   Not willing to let Jorge off the hook so easily, Stacy rested her head
on the plush cushions of the rather narrow couch and, keeping one hand
milking his beefy trunk, she sent one of her hands snaking down between his
powerful legs to cup and cradle his wrinkled sac.  Again she used her nails
to taunt, and he gasped out loud, the lewd sensations sparking his
substantial penis to jerk and exude a tear of heated pre-come.  Feeling the
mightily swollen girth of her lover's pulse wildly, she quickly shifted
both hands to the towering shaft.  She squeezed hard and held it for a
couple beats of his pulse.  Jorge groaned piteously again, inspiring Stacy
to use a technique she'd seen her last lover, a gorgeous 20-year-old art
student, use when he masturbated for her, something she'd never seen a man
do.  Using both hands, she began to twist the loose folds of skin along the
engorged length of his hefty manhood, her hands moving in opposite
directions as though she were wringing out a freshly laundered garment.

   Razor-sharp bolts of galvanic desire stabbed through Stacy's
lust-drenched pussy like a thousand pricking needles of fire.  `God!' She
thought deliriously.  `I have to get his cock into me ...  and fast!' She
splayed her legs wider apart, bracing herself with her hand once more on
the ground a few inches below her, guided Jorge's thick cock to her steamy
vagina, placing it there at the door of her secret, innermost recesses as
if it was some pagan offering to a heathen god.  She moaned with debauched
desire and flexed her curved hips, pressuring herself in tighter against
him.  He immediately accepted the bawdy invitation, his arms going around
her, his hands dropping down to the smooth suppleness of her buttocks to
feel the silky, lithe flesh of her responsive body under his loving hands.
It was exactly how Jack, her previous lover, liked, but Stacy knew that she
would never get tired or bored of having a man's penis plunging deeply into
her sizzling pussy this way.  She could eat too much, overwork, but she
could never get enough hot sex.

   It was a beautiful moment, with no words of preface necessary. 
Carefully, Jorge began guiding the fleshy, lubricated-slick head of his
engorged penis inside, allowing Stacy to revel in the delicious sensations
which were reducing her to nothing more than a quivering mass of flesh. 
Groaning with the billows of fire that were roiling through her
bloodstream, she felt him lever his narrow hips and virile pelvis forward,
sending his huge cock sluicing into warm, wet channel, filling her every
bit as wonderfully as she could have ever hoped.  Her satiny sheath slipped
snugly over his swollen member as he plunged into the gooey depths of her
cunny, the fleshy glans nudging past her cervix, and his swinging balls
bouncing against her nakedly upturned buttocks below.

   After all the teasing preliminaries, Stacy neither expected nor, quite
frankly, wanted a slow and easy build-up so she rejoiced as Jorge
immediately began to thrust gently, grinding his pelvis slowly into her
wriggling flesh under his weight as she pushed back hard against him, their
stroking speeds increasing together.  Wrapped in that warm cocoon, he
pumped her steadfastly as she tucked her willowy legs around his bobbing
hips and dug her fingers into his shoulders.  With rhythmic fluidity, she
opened and tightened her thighs with every gliding stroke that he made deep
in her hungrily clasping pussy, each churning movement stroking her tender
insides and stoking up the scorching fire ignited in her loins.  When his
long hard strokes began finding their mark, every lunge summoning up an
incandescent burst of shimmering ecstasy, she quivered and writhed like a
fish impaled on a spear, a hoarse cry punctuated her incessant moans as the
tip of his lengthy cock thrilled her most secret hollow.

   Stacy was afire with the torrid lovemaking ...  and the fire was
continuously fed on the mounting sensations within her, obliterating all
thoughts except those of sensual ecstasy.  Only vaguely she knew that
Jorge's hands were running the length of her writhing body like the licking
flames of a forestfire.  Showing remarkable strength in using one hand to
support his weight, it allowed his nimble fingers to play over the smooth
satiny skin of her breasts, pampering their marshmallowy softness, fondling
and pinching at her swollen nipples until she thought they would burst from
sheer deliquescent delight.  She did sense Jorge's body covering hers, the
heated friction of his sleek flesh, glistening with perspiration, on hers
an added heightening of erotic sensation as he sawed into her, back and
forth, withdrawing his lengthy shaft almost all the way out, and then
lunging forward again.  His strong lean body strained to bury the heavy rod
of his cock up to the very root with every thundering plunge, bringing
groans of tormented bliss bubbling from her lips.  She joined in his
demanding rhythm, rising to her tiptoes to lift up her hips, taking every
muscular inch of her lover's lusciously firm hard flesh into her ravenously
hungry sex.

   At first, Jorge had alternated his rhythm between staccato bursts and
long, purposeful plunges, looking directly at Stacy as he thrust, allowing
her to drift into his sea-green eyes.  But now he began driving his lusty
cock in and out furiously, pounding wildly deeper, always deeper, harder
and harder, never pausing for a moment as he pinned Stacy to the creaking
couch, skewering her with the full length of his rigid male-flesh, his
beefy shaft pumping her like some sex-demon.  She met the carnal violence
of his impassioned loving measure for measure, her hips grinding up at him
in wanton undulations, countering his hammering lunges into her ravished
pussy with the sensual energy of her supple female flesh.  The pounding of
his heart reverberated in her mind, echoing her own, and she was raised
higher into the euphoric world Jorge and she alone shared.  Her mind was
beginning to shift dimensions, diving into a shimmering pool of radiant
lights, burnished silvers, midnight blacks, lustrous golds, snowy whites.
The iridescent heat between her legs was immense, throbbing, pulsing,
somehow connected to the swirling galaxy of glittering light swimming in
her head.

   Stacy buffeted up against Jorge's thickly pistoning cock like some
barnyard beast, her hips churning against his slamming loins.  Her entire
being was filled with light and heat, and her wildly exalting body trembled
and vibrated at the onslaught of her older lover's invading shaft.  She
reached her peak and was astonished that it wasn't nearly as emotionally
and physically draining as the climax he had produced with his tongue.  If
that first orgasm had been a nuclear blast, than this one was more like a
cannon shot, belching gouts of flame and quaking reverberations.  She
emerged from the smoldering aftermath and was stupefied by the second
buildup hurtling at her like a careening freight train.  The
earth-shattering impact was almost too much, thrust from the pinnacle of
divine rapture, whirling, gasping, spiraling in a breathtaking freefall
into the deep velvet abyss of hellacious ecstasy.  She felt as if she had
been transported out of her own body, transported to some far-reaching
galaxy on a gentle eagle's wings.  She knew nothing but incomparable
rapture for long soulless, mindless minutes, floating, her mind drifting
and expanding as if with an injection of some priceless narcotic.

   Through the misty haze of her ethereal pleasure, Stacy sensed Jorge
arching his back and heard him groan a soul-rending moan that tore from his
lips with all the fury of his passion.  Tightening her legs around his
torso, she urged forth the bursts of come spurting forth in a great,
burning surge into her wildly quivering womb.  He continued moaning in
orgiastic euphoria as he slumped forward, moans as loud as her own wailing
cry of jubilation.  That made her feel good somehow.

   "Christ," Jorge said after emitting a long blissful sigh of satiation,
rolling Stacy over on top of him, locking his arms and gazing up into her
face in shocked amazement.

   "I know," she murmured, feeling almost comatose in the aftermath of her
tremendous orgasm.  With his cock still nestled inside her, she was in a
state of drugged intoxication, a sexual high and stayed that way as they
sailed back to sleep.

   So it happened that Stacy had a delicious affair with her heavenly
Peruvian all during the semester he was a visiting faculty member. 
Sexually, she came of age with him, blossoming with all the carnal
knowledge he could teach her and learning to be more open in her more
prurient explorations.  They had no self-delusional illusions that it was a
long-lasting romance, a love fated by the stars and destined to last a
lifetime.  They just took pleasure in the moment, and what decadent
pleasure it was!  And because of the profoundly erotic escapades she and
Jacob indulged in, Stacy found herself always having a soft spot for older
men.

   Stacy completed her doctorate the following year and, after finally
finishing her dissertation, took a junior teaching position at Blue Bay
Community College.  Last autumn, she took a sabbatical and spent it in
Mexico working on a book in the sleep resort town of Manzanillo, located on
the Pacific on the southwestern coast, 50 miles west of Zihuatenejho.  A
close girlfriend of hers had an uncle who ran a small Spanish-style hotel
right near sweeping granite bluffs that overlooked the vast sapphire-blue
ocean, and he graciously offered her a discount rate on a room for three
months.  She wrote mostly at night, underneath the calming susurrations of
a cedar ceiling fan, the mellifluous chirping of mating insects as her
tropical soundtrack.  During the cool mornings she'd walk along the
pristine beach, and when the scorching heat of the day peaked in the
sweltering afternoons, she'd sip a refreshing iced Mai Tai in a floating
chair in the serene hotel pool.  This was truly the life!

   After 6 weeks or so, Stacy found, due to her languorous environment, her
writing was beginning to lag and was excited to hear an expedition funded
by Saint Sebastian University was coming to explore some nearby ruins.  As
a qualified expert, she offered her services and was thrilled to be offered
a very generous sum to assist the project.  Now, being part of an
archaeological dig can be exciting, but not every trench you shovel is
going to be full of ancient gold ornaments or fabulous jade carvings.  Most
of the time is hot and dusty, and Stacy soon found herself spending a lot
of time on her hands and knees, a dental pick in one hand and a small
soft-bristled paintbrush in the other, sorting through the rubble of some
ancient Anasazi village.  Over and over again, the lead professor reminded
his crew that attention to detail was crucial.  Even the tiniest flick of
the brush could reveal a scientifically priceless find.  Stacy found
treasure there, and felt the watching spirits of the past smiling as she
did so, but her hottest find was not buried under the sand.

   Jacob didn't look like a particularly detail-oriented sort of guy: no
wire-rimmed glasses or pursed lips.  Their leader was well over six feet
tall, perpetually bronzed from endless hours in the sizzling sun, built
like a strapping oak barrel and handsome in a weather-beaten sort of way.
He looked like he was about fifty, and of course Stacy was instantly
attracted to him.  His iron-gray hair pulled back in a ponytail and
powder-blue eyes, that bored holes right through her, seemed bleached by
the equatorial glare, and his only soft feature was his mobile and generous
mouth, with expressive lips many a movie star would envy.  His biggest tool
appeared to be concealed by his faded trousers, and Stacy was more than a
little curious about how he wielded it.  But on the excavation site he was
a strict taskmaster, especially with the more obsequious grad students and
overeager summer volunteers whose enthusiasm often outpaced their attention
span.

   Stacy got to know Jacob better in town, where his nights at a funky
little hole-in-the-wall bar that was run by ex-hippies from Southern
California were always jam-packed and the collegiate girls vying for his
attention were three deep every time.  Luckily, of course, Stacy had her
inside track, having landed the coveted job of top research assistant as
she laboriously worked on her own project utilizing some comparative dating
of pottery from the Saint Sebastian site.  Stacy was pretty sure that it
was as much her diligent devotion to work as her willowy legs and firm
breasts that caught his attention, though surely her alluring physical
attributes did not hurt ~~ when he finally noticed them!

   Actually, Stacy had turned up some fascinating data, and he began to
give her hints as to how they might correlate to discoveries in more
intimate areas.  As he looked over her shoulder at the pixilated images she
had inputted into the computer, Jacob's ebon eyes seemed to stray every so
often to the opulent curve of her scrumptious breasts revealed by the open
neck of her cotton blouse.  Not all of her was burnished a desert copper,
and she deliberately revealed that alabaster flesh in hopes of attracting
his more libidinous attention.  It worked, but slowly, as one might have
expected with such a methodical guy.  Finally he asked her out to breakfast
at a tiny restaurant she'd never been to.

   Stacy walked in the tiny hole-in-the-wall and soaked up what stood for
ambience.  The place was full of psychedelic rock posters of late 60's and
early 70's groups and colorful lava lamps and smelled faintly of sandalwood
incense.  It was eight in the morning and the place was almost empty. 
Jacob was sitting by the bar and openly welcomed her, though he smirked
when she ordered a banana daiquiri from the barkeep.  His stony visage
softened when he began explaining he was friends with the owners, former
members of the band Mulberry Lane.  One day in the mid 80's when they'd
been dropped from their record company and realized they'd never have
anymore commercial success, they pointed their van south and didn't stop
until they reached Manzanillo.

   As they nibbled on plates of steaming chilaquiles and spicy huevos
rancheros, Stacy and Jacob fell into easy conversation.  She soon learned
he had two true passions: archaeology in general, and pre-Columbian
civilizations in particular and a 1965 Shelby Cobra which he talked about
the way in that doting other people talk about their children.  As the
roasting heat of the day began to fire, he offered and she accepted an
invitation to come to his place and wash his muscle car.  He was renting an
old adobe at the edge of town, the kind American home designers like to
suggest but never seem to imitate exactly.  Its weathered walls were
sensually softened by swirling desert wind and fierce bouts of rain, and
its hand-hewn sycamore beams were massive.

   By the time Jacob pulled his sports car out from the garage, the day had
turned beastly hot, so he almost immediately stripped off his shirt.  Stacy
shivered as she watched him carefully soap up his beloved automobile.  His
bare chest was imposingly brawny, covered with a dense mat of silvered
hair. A vivid tattoo of a villainous-looking snake devouring its own tail
encircled his large, flexing bicep.  When he noticed her fascinatedly
looking at it, he explained, "Jormungaard.  The Midgaard Serpent, from
Norse mythology.  Odin threw it into the sea and it grew so large that it
circled the world."

   As they began discussing various Aztec mythologies and the social
relevance behind each story, Stacy sat on an overturned bucket in the shade
of a spreading birch tree to try to escaper the oppressive heat.  Jacob
teased her that she was shirking her duties as his assistant, so she got up
and grabbed a soap-dripping sponge and carefully washed the headlights.  As
she diligently scrubbed, he picked up the hose, which was capped with a
spray nozzle, and blasted her with a spraying stream of the icy water.  She
shrieked her surprise, but in reality it felt refreshingly great and the
temporary chill cut the fierce heat.  The real problem was she was wearing
nothing but a skimpy pair of cutoffs and a t-shirt without a bra.  She felt
naked as she stood before him, drenched from head to toe.

   Stacy did what any self-respecting girl would do.  She grabbed a bucket
of soapy water and doused him in return.  Doubled-over in laughter, she
watched him as he stood there astounded, dripping with soap suds.  That
reprisal led to a spirited water fight that left both combatants utterly
soaked.  Jacob suggested they go inside, dry off, have a beer and finish
the washing later.  She agreed and while Jacob was off grabbing fresh
towels, it gave her an opportunity to scout out more about this intriguing
man.  The furniture of his house was simple utilitarian, a local blanket
tossed across the couch, woven Indian rugs on the floor.  Scholarly books
lined the walls, and carefully displayed artifacts seemed quite at home,
less as décor then as part of the furniture of his mind.

   Feeling she'd started to get a glimpse into the true nature of this
inscrutable man, Stacy felt impulsive enough to skin out of her wet t-shirt
and shorts.  When Jacob came out of the bathroom a moment later and saw her
in the nude altogether, a flash of sudden understanding crossed his face.
He unceremoniously dumped the towels and Stacy couldn't help but look at
the silhouetted outline in his crotch as his hands undid his belt and fly.
He pulled off his shorts and they fell from his lean hips, puddling at his
feet.  His briefs took a moment longer to negotiate, complicated by the
sheer size of his cock.  Freed at last, it hung arrogantly before her
overtly appraising eyes, sprouting from an overgrown forest of dusty-tan
pubic hair against white skin and only slightly darker balls.  His penis
was both longer and fatter than Jorge's, a real bludgeon.  The line of his
digging shorts was clearly demarcated on his thighs, making the combination
of power and vulnerability of his penis all the more poignant.

   Jacob leaned over Stacy, his radiant masculine bodyheat warming her
vulnerable feminine nakedness with its nearness, and she turned, almost
inevitably, into his enfolding arms.  He embraced her tenderly, as if he
had been waiting for this precious moment a long time.  His soft mouth met
hers, and their first, long, exploratory kiss lit unexpectedly fierce fires
in her loins.  His strong arms held her fast.  His cock, already hardening,
stirred against her sleek thigh, possessively seeking her inner warmth. 
Stacy melted beneath his sultry kiss, surprising herself with the totality
of her surrender to his experienced virility.  His lips expertly traced her
mouth, her cheeks, her eyelids.  Her knees weakened, and suddenly wanted
him to posses her utterly, to do with her whatever his enigmatic heart
desired.

   But even Stacy was stunned when Jacob broke off their stormy kiss and
abruptly leaned her over the back of the sofa.  She twisted her head to
look back at him and was about to protest but instead tensed as he stood
behind her, his narrow hips brushing against her nakedly trembling
buttocks, his large, warm hands almost encircling her slender waist. 
Despite his brusqueness, or maybe, if she was completely honest, because of
it, there wasn't a further moment of hesitation, willingly, eagerly
succumbing to the powerful urges Jacob had unleashed in her.  It was all so
deliciously naughty that her desire-infused brain whirled with impossibly
lurid passions as the smoldering embers were ignited back into roaring
flame as she surrendered to the moment.  `Oh God!' she inwardly gasped, her
body tremoring to the lubricious sensations his incredibly sexy nudity had
set her loins afire with.  Then, her glazed eyes caught sight of their
lewdly locked position in a vanity mirror set on the wall and she groaned
helplessly at the provocatively erotic reflection.  She was bent over at
the torso, her back curved like that of a female animal as she thrust her
curvaceous rump in the air in a wanton invitation for her well-hung lover
to enter her.

   Jacob took no time in responding to her rapacious demands, straddling
the snowy-white moons of her smoothly ovalled buttocks.  He caressed the
pale globes before parting them and placing his beefy cock on the top of
her velvety cleft, the mushroomy tip slipping along the wrinkled pucker of
her tiny anus.  Holding his hefty rod like some great truncheon, he rubbed
down the length of her nether curve until he reached the fluffy down of her
pubic hair and the carnation-pink petals within, the blunted dome settling
in her damp, fleshy groove.  The intimate touch sent unbelievable charges
of salacious fire soaring through her quavering body.

   Stacy saw it all in the mirror and with an inescapable, sensuous moan,
she thrust her hungrily trembling sex back at Jacob in a gluttonous effort
to capture his lengthening hardness, the feverishly impassioned tension
inside her reaching a near unbearable point.  She sluttishly reached back
between her full, widely spread thighs, grasping the slippery organ to
guide the hotly pulsating head to the wetly receptive mouth of her eagerly
waiting sex, endeavoring to bury the sleek, throbbing shaft up inside her.
Without further fanfare, he humped forward, bursting his organ from her
fondling grip as he speared her joyously yielding channel open wider and
wider, sending the long rod of hard, thick cock deep up into the creamy
wetness within.  Stacy watched in the mirror in wide-eyed enthrallment as
the burning, burgundy rod of engorged male flesh slithered forward with a
soul-stirring charge, easing forward with slow but steady pressure until he
had buried himself all the way up to the hilt in her scrumptiously
stretched vaginal passage.  Jacob's heavy, wrinkled sac swung down and
nudged into her wobbling fanny.  She mewled with unabashed delight, the
velvet crush of her inner flesh rejoicing at the presence of the bulky
intruder, sending out reverberating waves that fanned the flames deep in
her loins.  The concentrated, pressuring sensation of penetration was
nearly overwhelming, able to feel his every contour and bulge of his
striking manhood, every degree about him, and the level of torrid closeness
made her grunt out her choking gasp.

   "Oh God ...!" she wailed, her wide blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her
excitedly panting lover began to pump his stout penis rhythmically up into
her from behind, filling her completely.  Her head bobbing from his every
rump-shaking plunge, Stacy tried to concentrate on the long length of meaty
hardness gliding into her as she began to move rhythmically backward to
meet his dominant, magnificent strokes!  Incomparable sensations of
resplendent lust filled her sensuously slaving body as she thrust backward
onto the ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper into her raging
pussy from behind.  His muscular masculine beauty thumped resoundingly
against her yielding derriere, his mighty manhood a relentless shaft of
glistening, hedonistic joy delving to its full length deep into her
honey-drenched softness!  With ungovernable, whimpering mewls, she lewdly
rotated her rounded rump back at him with a bawdy hunger, grinding her
hotly clinging cunny walls back over the vein-corded shaft with an
unabashed cry of wanton passion.

   Jacob's sharp eyes saw all this and more, his eyes feasting on the
sensuous spectacle of her full bosom quivering and swaying like hanging
mounds of lush, pink-crested fruit to his battering onslaught.  He saw the
flailing beauty of her own long, dark hair when she tossed her head in
perfect tempo to the quavering moans of gasping enchantment hissing from
her heaving chest!  But it was the wailing soft lilt in her primal
vocalizations that made Jacob know Stacy's every sexual want and need.  He
whimpered back in response as he ardently thrust into her from behind in
the only depth of expression his basic instincts urged.  He knew that she
was readily giving herself to him, never resisting or fighting him, even
when he began slapping her jiggling buttocks, growing ever more eager the
harder he smacked.  When he experimentally brushed his callused thumb over
her winking nether hole, she responded by thrusting her satiny-wet cunny
back onto his heavily aching hardness.  The sultry warmth radiating within
her inner channel combined with the velvety flesh greedily clenching at his
throbbing cock made him realize she was open to the possibility.

   Despite her outward enthusiasm, when Stacy felt that first foray, she'd
held her breath.  More than one man had suggested this darker style of
lovemaking, and a few men had played around in that region, but none of her
previous lovers had ever fully penetrated her: she remained a virgin in
that particular area.  But this time, as he inserted his thumbs into the
satiny valley between the tremulous globes, baring the tiny pucker of her
taboo entrance she was reminded of her own experimentations with Jorge. 
Using that as inspiration, she wiggled her hindquarters in invitation as
Jacob trailed his middle finger of the other lightly up and down her syrupy
sex, lubricating it in the slippery wetness of her free-flowing fluids that
he had brought about.  He ran his fingertip over and over the rosy halo,
tickling the sensitive flesh until she began to tingle.  She felt her
entrance flexing up at him as he rested his finger lightly against the
crinkled entrance, waited a moment, then pushed against it, letting his
finger slide slipped in to the first knuckle.

   "You like this," Jacob informed Stacy as he plunged his finger into her
pillowy-soft ass.  She cried out in surprise, the unique pressure washing
over her dream-like state.  The feeling was alien but exciting; a wave of
unique sensations engulfing her as her willing rectal muscles accommodated
themselves to the welcome invader of Jacob's finger, and she was left with
the strangely wonderful sensation of a man's finger wiggling in her ass. 
She began to pant as he massaged her from the inside, the strain building
until she was desperate for greater contact.  When he began to pull it out,
she actually experienced a feeling of regret, and this time, when he thrust
it in again, she relaxed the tightly-clutching ring, letting the finger
glide in smoothly.  Within mere minutes she was taking matters into her own
hands, rearing back until she was impaled to the bottom knuckle.

   "I'm going to give you my cock," Jacob suddenly urged, somehow knowing
instinctively that it was time.  "Is that OK?"

   Stacy tilted her head to find his body arching triumphantly, his thickly
swollen penis, throbbing with excitement, standing proudly erect and arched
like his body.  He had procured a bottle of lubricant from somewhere and
was stroking the clear gel into his beefy penis slowly back and forth,
making his blood-engorged shaft sleek and slippery and all the harder for
her.  She simply shook her head up and down, her long dark hair flopping
around.

   Having given her assent, Stacy felt moments later the mushroomy bulb
exploring her from behind, taunting her creamy sex, the ensuing streamers
of gossamery pleasure issuing helpless little whimpers drifting between her
lips.  Her eyes were as big as saucers and she was moaning incessantly as
he poised at the head of her rear passage, ready to plunge into her.  He
nestled between the soft cheeks of her quivering rump, then ever-so-gently
shunted the blunted tip into her reluctant anus.  It wasn't easy at first.
The chaste passage was tight, and his first easing thrusts felt like he was
ripping her asunder.  She could almost feel the diaphanous tissues tearing,
and the stinging pain brought tears welling up in her eyes.

   "Relax," Jacob said, in the same low, assuaging voice that she'd heard
him use when performing delicate adjustments when unearthing stubborn
artifacts from the earth.  "Let me in."

   Stacy exhaled, let her inner muscles go and closed her eyes as with a
slight pop the tiny puckered mouth gave way to his subtle yet steady
pressure.  She piteously groaned down into the pillow but still Jacob
continued his insistent penetration of her rear channel.  Her mind spun
crazily as his passion-inflamed organ glided its way through the satiny
softness of her clutching anal muscles.  As agonizing as it was, this
depraved reaming seemed right.  She could easily envision the slow-motion
lunge of his thickly gorged rod into her tight anus, sending her willowy
body thrusting forward.  That depravedly exciting image spurred in her a
derivative of one of her most favorite sexual fantasies: exhibitionism.  In
her most hidden daydreams, ones she'd dared not act upon, she imagined
someone might burst in upon them this very moment and see her like this,
totally naked with a naked, well-hung older man behind her, his hands on
her hips and his long meaty cock inching slowly but surely up into her
pretty twenty-something ass.  The mischievous fantasy made her feel giddy
with erotic wickedness.  She began to pray that that one of the graduate
students would come in, not so he or she could prevent Jacob from
sodomizing her, but so she could be watched.

   Whether Jacob was aware of the procession of illicit thoughts running
through Stacy's mind or not, he continued pushing his towering shaft
further and further into the throbbing interior.  She moaned whorishly,
pushing back onto the searing rod stretching her anal muscles as the
daunting length of his delectable penis inexorably submerged inside in
slow, tormenting inches.  Savoring the unmentionable sensations of his
burning member plundering her fleshy rectal chamber, she felt his rough
fingers clutching her crescent-curved hips to keep her as balanced as
possible.  She wallowed in it, being anally impaled by his tremendously
pulsing penis.  She wanted to feel as much of his gorgeous cock up inside
her as she could.  With each hefty inch he drove into her, she felt another
spasm of harrowing sensation until she thought she would never be able to
stand it.

   As Stacy stretched her quivering buttocks obscenely wide and pushed back
on to his unremitting inward lunge, Jacob's spearing cock shoved into the
snug confines of her callipygian passage until his swaying balls nudged
against the silky wetness of her up-turned sex.  She wailed out as the last
little bit of his formidable length was finally engulfed up inside her
wide-stretched bottom, his mighty girth pressing flush against her gauzy
inner membranes.  Falling to her elbows to brace herself, she gritted her
teeth to that sense of overwhelming fullness, boisterous rushes of
excruciating perceptions shooting in jagged shards the length of her spine.
She clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, beads of sweat forming on
her forehead and trickling down her face.

   Crooning with salacious delight, Jacob regained his hold on her curvy
hips and began to slowly stroke, each gliding thrust further widening the
straining elastic channel and easing his entry.  Stacy was besieged with
the contradictory emotions and tumultuous sensations characteristic of anal
loving.  On one hand, she felt as if she were being torn to shreds by the
hot, poker-like shaft of his implacable cock.  It was such a complete
penetration: his manhood seemed to strike her straight to the heart.  But
on the other hand, she found that after a few strokes back and forth, the
agonizing pain subsided into a coarse friction.  And when she couldn't
tolerate the discomfort any more and yielded to it, it transformed into a
gut-wrenching pleasure, enthralling sensations streaming through her
re-energized body.
Jacob pumped his streamlined hips back and forth, back and forth like a
diesel machine, driving his vibrant penis in and out of her like a piston
of that machine, fitting and refitting his loins against the fleshy
hemispheres of Stacy's bottom, pressing his blunted dome as far up into her
rectal depths as he could.  At the same time he reached around to the
juncture of their bodies and cupped her creamy cunny with his palm.  He
worked a probing finger between her clean-shaven labia and stroked her
honey-doused flesh.  At first he just teased her, tormentively glossing
over her inner petals.  But when he began circling her hardened center,
pressing his fingertip to her audaciously swollen clit and moving it around
and around, she found it delightful ~~ more than delightful!  She could
feel the genesis of a new orgasm starting in her jumping belly, and a new
ecstasy began to ripple throughout her with the concentric whorls of a
whirlpool.  She felt as if she were melting, as if her entire being were
being submerged in voluptuous waves of dazzling pleasure, making her

actions seem scrumptious ~~ ooooooh so scrumptious.

   The couch was old and rickety.  Trickles of salty perspiration splashed
from their overheated bodies and discolored the fabric, and the springs
squeaked as the two of them strenuously romped.  But that none of that had
mattered at all as Jacob sluiced deeply into her rump, his vibrant body
covered with shimmering sweat, his straining rod a steely camshaft,
chugging back and forth, deeper and deeper.  Nor did it matter to Stacy,
digging her nails into her palms and biting her lower lip as the ferocious
lust and lewd excitement surging through her lashed her mind insensate. 
She was lurching back on his fleshy organ, heaving and undulating her body,
moving her bottom in gyrating, welcoming circles.  The maddeningly luscious
thrills tormented every twitching muscle and jittering nerve, and violent
palpitations rippled through her.  She fell to mumbling unintelligibly,
shimmying her thighs salaciously back against his pounding cock, stunned by
the rapturous maelstrom seething through her body and too dizzyingly numbed
by her overwhelming growth of unquenchable lust-fire to do anything but
exalt it.

   Stacy dropped her shoulders further, raising her heart-shaped tush and
gleaming thighs seductively higher in the air so that Jacob's hungrily
driving penis could deepthrust far into her nether channel.  Much as she
hoped, seeing her whorish position, her beautiful profile flushed to a
crimson red and her hair strewed down over her forehead like a mad-woman,
he was drawn on like an infused satyr.  She felt him reach down and pull
the soft cheeks of her writhing hind end wide apart and increase his tempo
to a frantic pace, hammering his stalwart penis into her shuddering
passage, each one of his pounding thrusts rattling every fiber of her
being. Stacy received his iron-like blows with a gasping ecstasy, feeling
like a rag doll being viciously shaken in the jaws of a pit bull.  Glancing
back to look at Jacob, she saw his powerful body incredibly sexy and
tensed, vibrantly alive with dynamic excitement.  Seeing him driven now
with such unimaginably barbarous sensuality immersed her in a swirling,
bubbling vortex of frothy excitement.  Extraordinary titillations surged
through her loins, her body raging with flashing passion and torrid
sensuality, on the very verge of the pinnacle.

   Stacy screamed loudly, knowing the neighbors must be able to hear but
not caring as she was wrapped up in her imminent orgasm.  Jacob's hand
remained sandwiched between them, torturing her pulsating clitoris.  It was
from there, the nexus of her sex, the first breezes began wafting out,
ethereal whiffs that merged with the vaporous blisses emerging from her
spiked anus and enraptured pussy.  An inarticulate sound like a bear
roaring suddenly erupted from Jacob and she felt his shaft expand to
monstrous proportions as the first torrents of his hot seed splashed up
into her quaking rectum, surging through her desire-wrenched belly with the
force of a fire-hose stream.  The raunchy sensation touched off her own
stormy climax, the breezy zephyrs that had been eddying about suddenly
coalescing into a sudden spiraling tornado of exultant release that left
Stacy flooding herself and Jacob ~~ and his couch ~~ with her cascading
juices.  Luckily, she was too far gone to be embarrassed as the raging
tempest stormed on violently in her spasming womb, spawning off howling
hurricanes of blustering pleasures, lashing her with liquid happiness.  On
and on it came, a never ending gale, lightning bolts of jagged rapture
flashing, cyclonic joy swooshing in circling gusts, waves of fiery ecstasy
washing over her like molten steel, leaving her charred, scorched, and
deliriously happy.

   Through the blur of the afterglow, Stacy felt Jacob clutching her, not
releasing her until his big balls had been depleted.  Then, gentle giant
that he was, he tenderly picked her up and carried her to his bed.  As he
placed her down, she felt a stream of warm liquid ooze out of her back
hole. They lay cuddled together in a loving embrace in the cooling breeze
of the ceiling fan, their entwined bodies a sticky mess.  His head sank to
her delicate shoulder, handsome face nestled in the hollow of her elegant
neck, bristly stubble abrading her immaculate skin.  She stroked the
tangles out of his shock of damp hair, her mind racing at the deflowering
she'd just savored, her body inert at last.

   How long they lounged in each other's nuzzling grasp, stroking one
another's flushed skin, Stacy couldn't say.  She wouldn't have been content
to stay like that for an eternity but a loud Macaw cry roused Jacob.  He
raised himself on his elbows to gaze down upon her as if she were some
priceless find he had just uncovered.  She looked back up at him thinking
the same thing, wondering how she had found such an exquisite lover in so
unlikely a place.  The brilliant sunlight gilded their naked bodies the way
the radiant sun must have gilded the ancient pueblos, kindling the myth of
El Dorado.  Cities of gold, real or fantastical, could wait.  At this
moment, Stacy's treasure was here in this room, glowing with love, gleaming
in the sunshine like a god.

   Their hands resumed their promiscuous wanderings, letting their eyes
take their turn at feasting on each other's sumptuous body.  They wrestled
playfully, sweat-slickened contours sliding sensuously out of each other's
grasp until they found themselves by chance curled in the classic
sixty-nine position ~~ too good an opportunity to let go to waste.  Both
lovers were learning that neither Stacy nor Jacob were much for words in
lovemaking.  Their oral predilections were more direct, but communicated
just as well their heartfelt messages of seething lust.  Stacy, too, had
learned the lessons of the field archaeologist and learned them well.

   Having first wiped his penis clean with a towel, Stacy took his hefty
meat in her hand and it began to revive anew.  Her tongue, performing as a
fleshy implement, replaced the tools of her trade as she probed and
plundered his delectable body like a rich site that begged to be explored.
By the nature of things her explorations were more topographical, while his
concentrated as if following the classic lines of a test dig, turning over
layer after layer in search of hidden wonders.  The soft roughness of his
lingual mechanism revealed every concealed rarity, touching places not even
she had ever dreamed existed before.

   Stacy and Jacob came to the focus of their shared search almost
together, his tongue tantalizing the narrow space between the dew-drenched
grotto of her vagina and the root of her clitoris, drawing the flesh up and
playing with it so that the nerve-wire between the two was open and
conducting galvanic current while she electrified his body by greedily
swallowing his juicy cock deep into her flexing throat.  Their prolonged
foreplay had strained both scholarly patience and the self-reserved ability
to withstand such ruthlessly detailed attention.  They abandoned all
finesse at last and had at each other, animal hips grinding into eagerly
gorging mouths, and slurping lips, whirring tongues and nipping teeth
drawing ravenous response from ravished tissues that should have been long
since sated.

   Stacy's cunny was burning, almost abraded.  She had never experienced
anything so prolonged or intense as these lovemaking sessions with Jacob.
His moist lips had encircled her sexual center, stabilizing the shivering
nubbin and making it hold still for the assault of his implacable tongue.
That tiny spot between her legs blazed in an incandescent inferno, becoming
the fiery center of her depraved universe, overwhelming even the mighty
cock plunging into her mouth that had seemed to grow to unimaginable
proportions.  Stacy knew she was no longer the sane, scientific self she
showed the world or even thought she was, and neither was he.

   Acting solely on an instinctual level, Stacy suddenly pushed Jacob away
and anxiously rose to her elbows.  "Enough of this playing and teasing!"
she luridly hissed.  "My pussy's on fire ..."

   "Jesus Christ!" she watched him gaspingly choke out.  Jacob's control
was clearly hung by a slim thread, and she inherently knew that if he
wasn't deep inside her soon, he'd explode.  His unabashed excitement at her
foreplay fired her own pyramiding desire all the more.  God, she was going
to fuck herself silly on that huge, ravaging cock of his...!

   Stacy didn't want to talk ...  wanted nothing to happen that might
interfere with the sheer lust furiously propelling her until she'd impaled
herself on his heart-stoppingly huge cock!  She let free of it, but never
wavered her view from its cleaving, long thickness as she watched his
lusciously naked body roll over to position himself, his thickly hardened
erection poling upward dauntingly from his loins.  She ogled its heavy
veined thickness with the same sensuous incitement racing through her
lust-befogged brain.  It wasn't that his intimidating size worried her, for
she'd adjusted quickly to the hefty girth of his sexy penis.  It was simply
the challenge, the pure joy of taking that pussy-pleaser inside her, have
him stimulate her every inner need.

   Jacob saw and felt Stacy's curvaceous body moving with quivering ripples
up over him in a straddling position, her long, willowy legs locking snugly
into his ribs.  She was breathing heavily and her hardened, ruby-tipped
breasts hung swayingly in their creamy fullness above his heavy-breathing
chest.  Intensely aroused, he growled roughly as he seized her by her
waspishly narrow waist, helping her adjust her position on top of him as if
she were weightless.  She settled on his naked lap, her plump buttocks
resting on top of his grinding crotch.

   Taking his hands lovingly in hers, Stacy brought his touch to the perky
swells of her Junoesque breasts to squeeze and knead their resilient satiny
flesh with enjoyable pressure.  She smiled down at his choking gasp, then
slowly raising her curved hips and reached down between her wide-spread
thighs to clasp the thick root sprouting from the dark forest between his
legs.  Grasping the heavy trunk of his engorged penis, she then insinuated
the blunted mushroomed head into the buttery groove of her steamy sex,
until its bulbous tip was splaying open the sensitive lips of her
tinglingly flushed pussy.

   Stacy was watching Jacob with wanton, questioning eyes when he suddenly
released her bobbling breasts to grasp at the soft flesh of her curved hips
and slowly lowered her onto his spearing erection.  He gurgled again as he
felt her hotly nibbling cunny begin to gooily engulf his manhood but it was
she who eagerly ground her hips downward and began to slither the silky
grotto of her steamy pussy down onto the full, reaching hardness of his
shaft.  She partially raised her upper torso, her slender arms posted to
the back of the couch, hands beside his shoulders, eyes druggishly vacant
and mouth hanging open, her gooey channel absorbing him inch by glorious
inch.  He arched his hips from the mattress, thrusting upwards which,
combined with the gliding motion of her slow freefall, sheathed his steely
length, an impossibly deep penetration that wrung a jubilant cry from her
and wrought a cascade of bubbling honey from her skewered sex.  This
joining, to put it simply, was shatteringly sweet.

   Stacy was thrilled she'd taken Jacob's prodigious length with a single
stroke, could now feel her cushiony bottom resting on his tautly flexing
thighs, sensed the wrinkled pouch holding his balls nudging the very end of
her satiny cleft.  She felt gloriously stretched, lusciously filled, but
there was no pain, only a feeling of being possessed more fully than she'd
ever felt with any other lover.  Her velvety inner flesh was squeezing him,
milking him, flowing about every nuance of his contours, sending forth
rippling little waves that resonated deep in her womb.  Those glimmering
sparks ignited a dazzling array of scintillating flashes of vaporous
pleasures flitting crazily through her benumbed brain, feeling his almost
inhuman penis throbbing and flexing inside her, inundating every nook and
inner secret hollow she might have had with those ethereal joys.  She
hardly dared to breathe, the sensations were so intense through her loins
and belly.

   Jacob, his innate restraint slowly unraveling, looked at his dark-haired
lover, the wild, erotically driven expression on her face was telling him
she loved it.  In his memory, Stacy was the only woman who'd been more
wantonly uninhibited, more unabashedly hedonistic, more sexually potent
than he was.  He'd always prided himself on his ability to maintain control
at all times, but with Stacy he was like an eager teenaged boy with his
first woman.  And ...  and then, it really began, her voluptuously curved
hips starting to rise and fall at an unbelievable cadence, while her
strikingly attractive face contorted in lewd passion.  His hands were
frantic and strong as they caught her waist, lifting her, lowering her,
lifting her, lowering her...

   Arching her head sharply backward in submission to glory, Stacy rode him
shamelessly, her eyes glazed, her lips parted as tiny gasps of pleasure
gurgled from her throat.  An unreasonable measure of fired sensuality was
racing through her without rhyme or reason, and she began tossing her head
back and forth, her long hair flailing wildly around her shoulders, her
creamy breasts quivering and swaying as she squirmed and writhed on his
beefy hardness.  Again and again, she ardently squeezed her thirstily
milking channel up off of his towering organ then plunged downward to feel
the fleshy dome bump against the most delicate parts up inside her womb. 
Instant spasms of scintillating excitement rippled through her bow-taut
belly and made the vibrantly hot blood flowing through her veins curvaceous
bubble.  She felt plagued with the incessant urge for wanton sex, never
quite getting enough, the burning compulsion rapidly consuming her during
this maddeningly arousing romp.  Doctor, if there's a cure for this, I
don't want it!

   The fierce strokes of Jacob's virile manhood had rendered Stacy
mindless, and now she sensed all restraints and powers of physical control
were gradually eluding her.  Nothing mattered anymore but the enrapturing
sensations in her intensively seething vagina, the little tongues of carnal
flame burning hotly in the depths of her rejoicing sex.  She also felt his
hands on the rounded, wide-spread moons of her grinding buttocks, fingers
tracing down to the tiny raised circle of her puckered, rose-colored anus,
and then his own thickly rigid penis as it vanished up into the welcoming
grotto of her sumptuously skewered vagina.  She began to smile almost
pleadingly down at him, at the same moment clenching her hotly working
buttocks tightly to her own advantage as she rode like a cowgirl bareback
style on his throbbing cock.  She could feel the added secretions of her
lubricating, passion-fluids exuding from the velvety walls of her torrid
vagina bathing his rock-like hardness warmly, the satiny sheath engulfing
every luscious morsel of it with a titillating swallowing action.

   Piercing her deeply, Jacob could feel the coil of seething tension
quivering violently in his stomach so he stroked her shallowly to regain
control.  Stacy's disappointed, nearly crestfallen look caused him to reach
up and close his hands over her bobbling, pink-nippled breasts, caressing
their doughy softness, kneading their pliant buoyancy.  His knowing fingers
worked the ripened cherries that seemed connected to the molten ache
roaring at her inner core, electric currents of jaggedly sweet sensation
coursing from the pulsing nubbins to her liquefied sex.  And just as that
glorious pleasure washed over her, he made her lean back a way, still
filled with him, so that he could tongue the peak of one perky breast,
suckle at the other.

   "Oh, Jacob!" Stacy suddenly gasped down into his red, flushing face. 
"Pump that big cock up into me!  Please, baby, fuck me!"

   Her obscene request seemed to release a demon inside him as he regrasped
her slender waist just above the arc of her rounding hips, flexed his hips
and began to mercilessly bounce her up and down on his heavily thrusting,
deeply impaling cock.  She bit at her lower lip in unexpected surprise at
the raw intensity of his reaction, humping her in a rhythmic torrent the
like of which she had never felt before, her breaths immediately expounding
in short, convulsive bursts.  He took her hard and fast, swift and deep,
loving her with the fury of one driven by lustful desperation.  He was
rewarded with the hot release of steamy honey spilling from the clutching,
liquid walls of her searing channel.  They bathed his pounding organ like
frothy cream, while the luridly erotic symphony of breathless whimpers,
creaking couch springs, and the slurping sounds of their unbridled
lovemaking filled the stuffy room.

   Already well primed for passion, Stacy mewled under this new assault,
wild sensations of frantic passion saturated her insanely aroused body as
she bucked her hips up and down onto the deliciously skewering cock.  The
melting sensation resounded in her loins and put her body into a frenzy,
lifting and plunging her undulating hips, sucking up off the heavy-veined
rod until the underside of its turgid, inflamed head was visible, then
spiraling back down the long glistening organ.  Her pussy was a raging
inferno of continually building sexual sensations at the unexplainable and
uncontrollable lustful desires filling her and she clenched her greedily
working buttocks tightly to fan those deliquescent flames, meeting his
every upward impalement with frenzied, rhythmic down-plunges. 
Uncontrollably, she undulated her fire-filled loins as she skewered herself
down in furious cadence onto the wonderful cock fucking into her
passionately inflamed channels, squeezing with her vaginal muscles to
delight him.

   The liquid blisses that had been flowing through her began to swirl in a
whirlpool of cyclonic lust and, for Stacy, heaven was about to burst open.
Wildly she strained toward the climactic upheaval rising inside her and she
sensed Jacob's manhood jerk in its delicious pummeling of her lubriciously
pounding pussy!  The first tumultuous burst of radiant ecstasy made her
head jerk forward and the air left her lungs in a keening wail.  He
continued to frenetically pump inside her while she felt the shattering
sensation of annihilating bliss spreading upward and outward from the point
of his deepest penetration.  When the storm broke, fountains of aqueous
rapture washing over her in scrumptiously soft waves, her sweat-soaked body
shuddered violently and a great gush of girlcome spilled over Jacob's
ejaculating penis.  His throaty cries of lust were louder even than hers as
he joined her in that netherworld of dazzling, whirlwind glory, his body
involuntarily shuddering beneath hers.

   Stacy knew the volcanic rapture she'd enjoyed had changed forever the
familiar geography of her senses ~~ of her soul.  She had enjoyed the older
men to whom she'd made love, those older lovers with streaks of gray in
their hair who had taught her so very much.  But now she'd not only found
another man who proved that, like wine, men get better with age and could
be casually enjoyed but was also the other half of her soul, the man who
cleaved to the naked, wanting part of her that had always been left,
intellect and body, unfulfilled.  Whether they were delving in some future
sands for relics of the past, or locked intimately together uncovering the
deepest secrets of each others psyche and body, Stacy sensed a union that
would last, and a host of adventures yet to come.

   "My city of gold," Jacob whispered against her beating pulse, and Stacy
replied, "You are my golden one." Out on the distant mesa a coyote howled
and the spirits smiled.