Dan Devore - Factory Swapper

Lou was having a pretty good time of it as well. The more he tasted of her love spot, the more he enjoyed it. Finally, the position he was in became ridiculously uncomfortable, so he moved her back until her Legs. touched the bed and when they did, she sat down and bent her knees to give him easy accessibility.

Now Lou went to work on her muff in earnest.

He tried every trick of cunnilingus that he knew, and even improvised a few along the way. And Martha loved every moment of it. Her juices were flowing at a steady rate, and her hips were moving in the action of sex continually.

“Why don’t you peel out of those clothes and join me?” she asked, looking down at his still fully clothed body.

“Oh, I don’t know, I guess I ought to by now,” he said, chuckling to himself for being so carried away that he didn’t even think to disrobe. He stood up from his position and in a twinkling he had removed his clothing and was on the bed beside her.

“You had your chance to do your thing,” she whispered in his ear. “Now let me do mine.”

“Be my guest.”

She slithered around on the bed until she was at eye level with his rod. Then she began licking it all over with her soft, wet tongue. Martha knew bow to handle a man’s rod all right, and she apparently enjoyed it as much as her subject. All during her performance, she kept up a steady humming and other assorted sensual noises that made Lou even more excited than ever. When Martha had completely anointed the rod with her saliva, she lowered her aim to his scrotum. First she took the left testicle in her mouth and sucked on it until he screamed with delight. Then she shifted to the right one and did the same thing. When that was accomplished, she took both of them in,her mouth and rolled them around until the sensation was enough to drive Lou nearly mad with passion.

“How do you like me so far?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Only the greatest,” he sighed “You ain’t too bad, yourself, you know.”

“Well, I work hard at it.”

“I got that cock of yours all primed up and ready to spout. How you want to get it off?”

“I think it’d blow the second it got near that pussy of yours, so why don’t we finish this one off with a sixty-nine and try some other stuff on the next go around.”

“Suits me, baby.”

With Lou on his back, Martha climbed atop him and gently lowered her muff down over his face. Then she draped her lips over his rod and proceeded to suck at it so ferociously that he could barely control his orgasm. As it was, he only lasted for another ten or fifteen seconds before his juice poured from his rod and into her waiting lips.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the bed, Lou’s tongue was drawing the fluid out of Martha’s slot in torrents. She was jerking herself about so frantically as the tongue worked its wonders that he had to reach up and take her by those magnificent buttocks to hold her steady on top of his face.

They came simultaneously, and for several moments the room was enveloped in silence as they both went through their period of recovery. It had been a most energetic session, with still more to come.

They washed, returned to the living room, and had their drink – both of them completely in the nude. For the moment they forgot about sex and concentrated on each other, discussing past marital situations, and all of the other trivia that two people will talk about when they first meet. Then, when Lou’s strength had returned, they clasped hands and returned to the bedroom.

Martha took the straight-backed chair in Lou’s bedroom and placed it in the center of the room. “You sit on that for a minute, honey, and I’ll show you something about body control,” she said.

“Whatever you say,” he answered, seating himself on the chair with his rod firm and ready for action.

Martha swung her leg over his lap and pushed herself on top of him, letting the rod enter her body and slide slowly – very slowly all the way into her. And then she sat still. “Now I’m not going to move, and you’re not going to move,” she said coyly, “but we’re both going to get it on with my magic muscle.”

“You mean you’re going to WINK me off?” asked Lou.

“That’s right,” she said. “You just put your mouth over mine, and let me take care of everything else.”

Lou did as he was told and entered into one of the most outstanding sexual experiences of his lifetime.

As their tongues met and slithered over each other, Martha’s cunny began nipping and twitching at his rod. It began slowly, but then the pace began to grow faster and more furious with each passing moment. It winked, it bit, it literally devoured his organ and at no time did either of them move an outward muscle. It was incredible.

“You feel me come that time?” she asked him, taking her lips away from his for just a moment.

“Yes I did,” he replied. “And I’m going to be joining you very soon, I promise you.”

“Just take your time, baby,” she smiled. “I’m digging this as much as you are.”

Another two minutes passed, and the twitching of her cunny became absolutely unbearable. He had to unleash his sperm or go mad. The first jet poured into her, quickly followed by the second, third, and fourth. Incredibly, the pair still remained in the same position, with neither of them moving a hair. All of the action was taking place down in Martha’s warm, wet tunnel of love.

When their climax was over, they clung to each other like prize fighters after a contest. They had each given their all, and now each was showing due respect for the other. Again they washed up, and again they met in the living room for a drink.

“I sure am glad I heard about you,” Martha said, sipping her drink. “This has been a gas.”

“That goes for me, too,” Lou replied, leaning back on the sofa and closing his eyes for a moment. He was exhausted, but completely fulfilled.

“When do I get to come in on the big orgies you folks have around here?” she asked.

“Next time we have one, you’ll know about it, I promise you,” he answered.

“That trick of yours with the winking and blinking, ought to be the hit of the night.”

“Well, I hope so. I’ve been working at it long enough.”

“Can I freshen up your drink?”

“No, but you can do me another big favor.”

“Name it.”

“I still got a little fireworks down in my crotch, and I sure could use one more piece of tail before the night’s over.”

“Oh, man, I don’t know if I could help you there,” said Lou. “I’m really wiped out.”

“Couldn’t you try? Even for ME?”

“Sure, I’ll try. How would you like it?”

“Well, doggie style has always been one of my favorites. I like to have a cat hunched over me and sliding it in.”

“Now do you mean up the ass or still in the box, but through the back way?”

“I mean the second part. I’ve had it up the ass a few times, but it never did anything for me, really. I know some girls: dig it, but I’m not one of them.”

“Okay, honey, let’s make like a couple of bow-wows and go right up the alley together.”

In the bedroom once again, Martha had to take Lou’s rod to her lips and suck it furiously to get the erection back to a workable state. The prospect of mounting her from the rear did excite him quite a bit, but while the spirit was willing, the flesh was still extremely weak. Martha’s lips wouldn’t take no for an answer, and after several minutes of fierce fellation, it was firm and throbbing and ready for action. Martha went to the edge of the bed and leaned over so that her head and arms were resting on the mattress. “It’s better than me kneeling on the bed,” she said. “And since our height is just about perfect for us to match up, we might as well take advantage of it.”