Ripple List

I suppose as I knelt between Lynn’s spread eagle legs with cum still dripping from my dick and glistening on her backside in the low light I should have thought about getting out of there. Lynn was spent and I was going limp. The night, the booze, the woman had taken their toll on me. But her form below me was such a treat for the eyes. How her hair tapered to a point at the back of her neck. In this light her hair was a definitive strawberry blond. Her freckled back tapered to her trim waist and even collapsed on the floor her butt was small but rounded to a hump made for humping.

She rose up on her knees and said, “So was that some sort of primitive attempt at birth control? I am on the pill you know.”

She was now on her knees facing me earnestly so I had to confess.

“You’re the one that collapsed forward just when I was about to blow.”

Lynn laughed and threw her arms around my neck and we went bare chest to bare chest in a deep diving kiss. Her breasts pressed against my flesh were warm and a delight. I felt her still erect nipples lead the charge by tracing swirls on my chest and soul in the ink of raw desire. I took her face in my hands and kissed her sweet mouth, tasted her tart lips, and our tongues toyed with each other in a now knowing “we fuck good together” homage to the other.

Now Lynn was going to show me a side to women I had been ignorant of with a boldness I had never known with any woman to date. It made me realize that no matter what I think I knew, there were always exceptions. All you had to do was be open yourself and there was magic to be had.

She pushed on my chest to cue me to lie down on my back and then with those clear blue Pisces eyes she looked me up and down with hunger and leering relish. Where only a moment before she had been lying in front of me rosy cheeked and chested from orgasm, now she was above me, and she was aroused. The once thin lipped well concealed pussy lips were now splayed and glowing from my recent fucking of them and now poised near my cum drained cock. Another woman might have taken that as a signal and gone softly into the night. But not Lynn.

She reached down with her right hand. But not for me. She slowly began to coax her snatch with fingers that rubbed in a manner that was for her pleasure only. She moved her hips ever so slightly and kept her posture erect giving me a full frontal view of her flat stomach and small perfectly shaped breasts. Her nipples were less erect than earlier, but were showing promise, and her eyes were inviting me for yet another swim in them for the evening.

“That was a very nice fuck. But we are both still here. I would hate to waste a moment like this. We have made the leap. You been in me balls deep. I want more. You are always convincing people they should want more.” Lynn's left hand took hold of my cock. It was still tacky from from our previous romp. Lynn used the friction to her advantage and skillfully began to coax yet another hard on from me. Normally I would be ashamed at the time that took. Men my age are supposed to be hard on demand. So sayeth the fables. But between Lynn's fingers which now were working the inside and outside of her cunt this scenario seemed to not only bring her pleasure but a practiced patience as she slowly worked my cock of soft clay into a shaft deserving another mounting.

But still with my hard prick before her wet and primed pussy Lynn persisted in stroking my cock and finger fucking herself. Her chin was raised upward, her breasts small and firm had no bounce but were apparent in their delight. I reached up and with a gentle tweak of one nipple Lynn gave the undeniable shudder of a minor keyed orgasm.

She was Lynn prime now. Time for a major key Opus of O.

The early morning sun was beginning to rise in the windows behind Lynn now. I could hear the birds chirping. Singing their too late night, too early morning song. The effects of the nights partying were gone. The effect of the nightcaps were gone. Lynn had released my cock and her other hand no longer was busy with herself. I pulled myself up to a cross legged position still between Lynn's slender shanks and took her little behind in my hands. I raised her up and pulled her close. My mouth met her now erect nipple and my tongue slowly circled it’s prey. It was predawn and time to take our time. I ever so slowly positioned myself below the delicious pussy I had been enjoying for the previous hours. But now, with Lynn's ass in my hands, I controlled entry.

She seemed more anxious than me, but I was in charge of the gravity of this situation. I savored every pussy fold as they slowly slid over the head of my cock. I savored the sealing of those lips around the shaft after the head had cleared. When all the cock had been consumed I just soaked in the moment and looked up into Lynn's eyes. I swam in their blue again. Felt their moisture surround me and pulsed my prick with nary a motion or thrust. Just a twitch from muscles that I did not know the name of at that time. Lynn's eyes told me she was enjoying the immersion as well.

We were entwined. Our limbs, our mouths, our arms, and our nethers as we slowly rocked and gently fucked. Our breathing was synchronized. Our motions were syncopated. Our climaxes rolled over each of us shattering time and space. I had never had orgasms like that. Recurring mental and physical fireworks yet no spurting. I came and stayed. I felt Lynn quake, collapse, restore and constrict her firm lips and muscular inner sanctum walls of her slippery snatch all around stiff cock so many times I lost count. Now she rode me hard. Then harder still until she cried out in a wail of a whale of an orgasm. She rose on shaky legs and went to the window.

She sensuously ran both hands down her firm tight buttock cheeks as she walked to the windows.

“I have felt your eyes glued to my heinie every time I leave a room you are in. Well here it is waiting for you.”

She lifted her leg up on the room radiator in a pose that gave perfect shape and definition to her glorious gams and peered back, chin resting seductively on her shoulder, whilst hands spread her invitation open.

Her minimalist hourglass shape combined with anti abstract genital offering was more than I could process mentally. I went full physical and was upon her sweet spots with a pounce.

We are way too close to the room where Jim is sleeping the sleep of the lush. But Lynn has her leg up on the room radiator giving me delicious angles and attacks to her sopping slobbering pussy. While she flexes up and down on her toes I grind, thrust, pierce and pummel with merciless vigor, causing every pipe attached to that radiator throughout the building to bang like mid winter. But it is not mid winter. It is my passion being unleashed on, over, into, and out of this slender, flexible little fuck monkey. She is a marvel of sinews and taut muscles grinding away with abandon on my every thrust. My hands grasp her tits as she raises her leg to the window sill over the radiator. But Lynn is not thinking of the noise. She just barks.

“Deeper. Deeper.Yeees . Right Theeeerrrrreee!”

With that she lunges and tears the window treatments off their rods.