I was younger than Sarah is now.

“I thought about taking Alex earlier today. But the way he and Rachel were Looking at each other...I couldn't. And Jeremy is a non-starter at this point." She unzipped his jeans, her fingers reaching in to cradle his erect cock. "Oh," she breathed, her eyes rolling back happily in her head as he filled her hand. "That's just...lovely.”

She stepped away, just a bit, so she could push down his pants. When she rose, he had it brought home to him once again that Althea was actually taller than him. He looked up into her face, realizing she was smiling down at him. "Do you have a problem with it?" she asked, reading his thoughts with almost frightening ease.

"To be honest, I think it's kind of hot. Like making love to Wonder

Woman. Or an Amazon.”

She Laughed and pulled him onto the bed with her. He ended up sprawled on his back, with her draped across his chest and thighs. "Mmmmm," she sighed, wiggling around so she could breathe on his straining phallus.

“I think I know what I want." She spread her legs, straddling his head.

She slowly lowered her core down towards his waiting mouth. At the exact instant her folds touched his mouth, her Lips embraced the head of his shaft.

Her taste was intoxicating, and as soon as her nectar passed his Lips, he had no trouble understanding why so many men and women had fallen beneath her sway. She filled his senses; her taste in his mouth; her scent in his nostrils; her feel in his hands; her soft moans in his ears; her lovely skin, her sleek flesh in his eyes. He lapped at her folds, taking in more and more of her delicious dew. His hands clutched spasmodically around the glorious curves of her buttocks, pulling her down against him.

She giggled around his rod, and let it escape her mouth Long enough to comment.

“Enough, my Love. I am not going to run away. You don't have to hold onto me as if I am going to try to escape.”

“Sorry,” he gasped, tearing his mouth, with difficulty, away from her sweet feminine core. "I just..." he trailed off, helplessly.

"I know, sweet man. I know." She filled her mouth with his cock once again, making love to him. She was soft and hot and wet, and felt lovely. His cock strained towards her, eager to fill her mouth with his seed, as she bobbed slowly on his rod. Her tongue was incredibly skilled, seeming to know instinctively the places to give him the most pleasure.

And why not? His thoughts were dazed, but he was not yet so far gone as to be incapable of thought. She could have pulled the knowledge out of

Rachel's head at any time over the past two weeks. Rather than disturb him, the idea made him even more determined to return his pleasure to her. He used his fingers to gently part the wet folds of her sheath, allowing his tongue to find the pulsing nodule of her clitoris. As he fastened his lips upon it, she jerked under his touch, her mouth humming around him, almost like a purring cat. He drew it into his mouth, Lightly flicking it with his tongue, using the Lessons Rachel had taught him so well.

“By the Almighty, you're wonderful," she said, letting her head fall

Limply onto his thigh, although her hand still slowly fisted his steely length.

“Though I should have known. When you made love to Rachel, I was a lot more than a mere passenger."

If she thought she could tempt him to answer, she was mistaken. He gave an agreeable hum, but kept his mouth on her sopping sex, urgently lapping at her angelic fount of pleasure.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she relaxed, until she was lying Limp across his body, the only parts of her body moving being her hips, which slowly rolled her pubic mound back and forth across his mouth, and her hands, which gently jacked his aching rod, pulling him inevitably towards his own climax. Her breasts filled his palms, and he caressed the heaving orbs, wondering at the wonderful heft. The nipples were the size and shape of the last joint of his thumb, and stiffly erect. Althea writhed, slow and sensual, her slit trailing over his mouth, as he pinched them softly. Every minute or so, she would give a soft, high pitched giggle of pleasure, which often trailed off into a satisfied moan.

“Josh," she whispered.

“I'm getting close."

With his mouth buried in her folds, he could not answer. But he did give a grunt of encouragement. Althea slowly backed into him, until her clitoris was forced into his loving mouth. Taking the hint, he lashed the sensitive bud with his tongue, her taste Like salt and honey in his mouth, feeling her body tensing on top of him. At the same time, her strokes on his cock quickened, the wetness from his cock-head slickening his shaft, speeding her strokes.

"Oh. Here we go. Here we go!" Althea panted. For one splintered fraction of a second, her body was motionless. Then, with an almost subterranean growl of release, she came into his face, flooding his mouth with her ambrosial taste. Her swallowed thirstily, never wanting the moment to end. Her hips bucked against him, her thighs and hips shaking, as her muscles rippled in joyous completion.

Her orgasm, coupled with the indescribable sensation of swallowing her most intimate fluids, triggered his own climax. Come boiled up his shaft Like oil from an uncapped well. Before he could do more than gasp out a frantic warning, his cock expanded, thickening. Just before he exploded, he felt a set of Lips eagerly encircle his throbbing head.