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After working me over orally Lynn grasps my wrists and pulls my butt off the couch and on to the floor. My cock is fully erect and soaking from Lynn's mouth but she being a flexible and lithe minx leans back on her arms giving me an astounding view of her small rounded breasts. Planting her feet flat on either side of my ribs on the couch base behind me she slowly begins to pendulum her shaved gash up and down the underside of my shaft making both dick and slit slick and slippery.

As I lean back she starts to work me over aurally telling me how tight it is because Jim hasn't been “up” or “inside” for way too long. She tells me how she blames me because of all the work and traveling Jim and I do to keep the commercials we pitch moving forward. She tells me how wet she has to be to even get one finger up inside her. She gives a little shiver and says she is thinking about this cock of mine forcing open her pussy lips and splitting her wide. All the while she is slathering my pole with her aus jus. As drunk as I am, I am still stiffening as Lynn tells me she is so glad to see me hard again. Jim never is hard after a night of drinking while she is always ready to fuck after a night on the town.

As Lynn worked her originally thin inward folded lips along the bottom of my cock I watched in rapture and ecstasy as the thin gash begins to unfold and flower into full plush folds of pussy that expand and embrace my shaft, engulfing it in warm and wet from below.

With that Lynn grasps my forearms in a sort of winged warrior Roman greeting. She presses her feet flat on the floor beside my bum for lift and raising up her exquisite tiny ass, which I have admired for the years of our friendship, and then impales herself forthwith on my dick with the howl of a banshee. I feel her all around me. Hot and blazing with the fire of a full grown woman but with the slim and petite body of a young ballet dancer.

She is indeed very tight.

Because of her balance and slight stature we have only two points of contact. Our arms locked and used to steady her as she slowly pulls herself off my cock until the head peeks out ever so slightly, and then slams down as our nethers interlaced together in unbridled union of bliss. It was touching each other in the only places that mattered. Only our genitals met at this moment. A fully focused fucking for us both.

So very wet.

This initial encounter would be the basis for a code phrase we would use over the next few months.

“Yoga me”

It was delicious. The way Lynn was swaying and swiveling her hips on my prick bringing me to the brink of cumming. So I lifted my ass off the floor with her fully impaled to my balls and slid my butt on to the edge of the couch. Still grasping her forearms I lowered her slowly. Her back slid down my shins until her shoulders came to rest on my ankles. The flexible and inventive Lynn knew where I was going with this. As my cock slipped out of her I bowed forward. Her hips strained upward until my mouth met her slippery snatch. I greedily lapped her now lusciously split slit.

With her knees hung over my shoulders, her hips gyrating in mid air, I feasted on her flowing fount of feminine desire with a lovingly lolling of her ever more prominent and increasingly sensitive mushrooming nubile nubbin.

Lynn just released a gentle low moan from deep within, that seemed to go on for an eternity as her face and chest burned red from orgasm and blood flow to her upside down head.

Lynn did a sit up on my shins and her hands ran gently through my hair. At first I thought she was giving my head guidance to her most savory spots but she over reached and when her hands got behind my neck I lost my tenuous alcohol impaired balance. As Lynn slid safely to the floor surrendering her hand hold on my neck her legs caught on my shoulder and I toppled on top of her, catching the bulk of my weight on my outstretched hands and tumbling knees to keep from folding my slight lover in half. Still her legs were flung over my shoulders and she was clearly poised in anticipation of a pounding. With her hands free she roamed the width and girth of me using her fingertips along the length of my primed pulsing prick. She pushed my cock down her taut belly and I raised up on my knees to keep myself from being folded over before putting my cock to it’s purpose.

I savored the sensation of the tip contacting her skin. When the tip found soggy pay dirt I began to thrust like a wild man. I felt her split beneath me with a shudder of delight from my first plunge into my flaming Lynn of the night.

Lynn clung to me raising her tiny little ass to meet my every thrust and our flesh met in a resounding slap only to have her butt hit the floor while I raised up as far as I could without exiting her covetous cunt. If I was going too far Lynn would pull up to keep that precious contact of warm wet flesh on the tip of my cock.

She hissed in my ear, “Take me from behind. Fuck me like a little doggie I want to feel your hips slapping into my skinny little ass and feel your balls bounce my clit to the edge.” As she slide out from under me and assumed the position I marveled at how all was revealed. I had admired her butt in various motifs from tight jeans to slinky dresses but now with all revealed..... Glorious. Skinny women leave nothing to the imagination from this angle, From pooper to twat nothing was hidden. Only my momentary urge for a bit of indiscreet buggery remained obscured. But considering the racket my little fuck monkey made while screwing, I would have to imagine a surprise rear offensive would wake the dead. Jim as well.

I ran my hand gently over Lynn's two perfectly white derriere cheeks. Her freckled shoulders were flattening her small chest to the carpet causing two half moon shaped crescents to peak out under her arms. But her upraised cheeks had not a mark or blemish on them as they offered up the delights they surrounded. She was gyrating her ass giving me the birds eye view of two possible paths.

“Ram me. Ram me hard. Now. Now.” she pleaded. I should have been accustomed to the bawdier side of Lynn from our long acquaintance, but her pleas to be fucked were music to my ears. Reaching around from the outside I grasped the front of her thighs, took aim, and indeed rammed my stiff dick deep into Lynn's pussy. No bend, No parry. A perfect bulls eye. She began gyrating her hips with abandon. I pumped furiously, lifting her by the hips to get better and more pleasing angles of entry while stirring that cauldron vigorously. The views of this entrance and exit point of my prick afforded by Lynn's diminutive derriere was astounding and was raising my passion beyond caring whether Jim stirred from his stupor or not. I pushed down on the small of her back for another flourish and struck true on her spot of G. I worked that angle for a bit , causing Lynn to moan, grunt, and lunge forward to sprawl arms out onto the carpeting. Then I also lost it. Not my balance, but my load which spurted up her back leaving a trail from her hair to her tailbone.

I admired the lines of Lynn's slender body while she lay below me sprawled and spent . Her profile revealed her flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelids as she slowly recovers and her twitching nethers come to rest.