This story follows A MILF Neighbor Plays All Night.
This is an adult sex story.
Although children's names are mentioned, the children are not in any way involved in anything sexually related.
Please enjoy and thanks for the views and the votes.
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It was the second Sunday morning of January, at 6:40am, in Scottsdale, Arizona.
I was in the workout room of the hotel.
My underwear and shorts were on the floor.
I still had on my tee shirt, drenched wet with sweat, along with my socks and gym shoes.
A woman was kneeling in front of me.
She was not only a gorgeous young lady, she was very, very talented.
Her tongue was doing wonderful things to my rock hard erection.
Delightful things, very pleasurable things.
Oh, so very pleasurable.
She didn't mind at all that I was still sweating from my just finished morning workout.
Her snakelike tongue flicked at and licked my love muscle and shaved balls; sensually removing the slightly salty dew of my warm perspiration.
Her manicured fingernails were lightly scratching and teasing my tight sack, stimulating production of my swimmers.
I loved it when my female friends paid attention to my entire package: cock, sack and crack.
She commented, her head still between my thighs "I miss you Jack. You know how much I love you. And I think you know how much I missed your man meat but just in case let me show you."
She smiled up at me and I smiled back.
I did love her.
I loved her very much.
Gently lifting my full sack, her tongue licked the two crevices between my legs and my balls; something she knew I really liked.
In response I grew harder and I felt like I was longer too.
My once pink tip was turning a purple red combination as a result of her efforts.
She licked at my balls, slowly, sensually, and I moaned at the pleasurable feeling.
I gave her positive reinforcement to the work of her tongue; I leaned my head back and closed my eyes in bliss, telling her, begging her "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Between licks she said smiled and said "I won't. I want to see how big and hard I can get you and how much spunk you can give me."
My legs were fully spread and I was hoping that she would probe my starfish with one of those fingers.
Or her tongue.
I wouldn't complain if she used either one.
Although I think most men were like me and preferred a female tongue on their starfish.
If she didn't do something on her own accord in a few more seconds I would direct her but she already knew what I liked and if there was one thing I could count on her to do, it was to please me.
She actually did most everything for me without being told.
It's called initiative and I admire it in life, business and sex.
I didn't know how much more of this oral pleasure I could take.
I was getting ready to explode and she knew it -- as she licked and sucked and kissed, she smiled at my cock and her eyes sparkled as they locked onto mine.
"Do you like this Jack? Do you like it when I suck you?"
I could only nod and groan in near ecstasy.
She knew before she asked just how much I loved her sucking my cock.
She was one of the best.
Perhaps
The Best
.
Oh My God was she good.
Plus, she was a knockout, beautiful, a traffic stopper, a head turner.
A young firm body to fall in love with.
The face, the body, the tits, the ass, the legs.
Smart. Articulate. Educated. Competent.
She had the complete package.
In a previous life she swallowed my load at least once a day, often more, and I loved it.
She loved the power it gave her; to take my cock from a shriveled noodle to a large, hard male organ ready for sex.
Our sessions always began when she started running her tongue around her lips.
I could see that hunger; that need; that desire; for my cock in her eyes.
My eyes saw what she had in mind, the brainwaves translated it into pleasure vibes and my dick always started to stiffen.
She would lower her head and let her mouth do all the work.
Her lips, her tongue, her teeth, her tight throat.
It never took long for her to get me large.
And, very hard.
And, with her tongue, she got me wet.
She knew I didn't like hand jobs.
If I wanted one of those I could do it myself, although, having said that, some of the ladies I had sexual relations with gave me some great hand jobs but I always finished in their mouth, their pussy or their ass except for when they wanted me to come on them, marking them as my territory as I splashed them with my spunk.
This one already knew I wanted her to swallow every drop of my seed.
She never disappointed me as she showed me the load on her tongue before she gulped it down.
That was if I didn't actually blast into her tight throat, which was an exquisite pleasure category all of its own.
I thought about all those times we fucked and it made me even harder.
My backyard was our special place; in the hot tub, on the chaise lounges under the outdoor ceiling fans and misters, in the cottage, in the pool, under the outdoor shower.
It was almost as if I designed the backyard as an adult playground for the two of us.
I used to come in her pussy, her ass and her mouth.
I also used to come on her and she would rub my salty seed all over her nude, fit, firm and tanned body.
Once in a three way the other girl licked my sperm off her. I got harder than a diamond cutter.
Nothing had changed since those days and nights in the early summer; Dana still loved me, but she may have actually loved my dick more.
But I wasn't complaining.
The sex with her was simply outstanding.
I did my best to hold off exploding into her warm mouth that I swear was created just for sucking my cock.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
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It was our last night of our early January vacation and we were back at the Royal Palms in Scottsdale, Arizona, having arrived from Sedona at mid afternoon.
That Saturday night Catherine and I got into bed relatively early after putting the girls (her daughters) to bed and our guests soon followed, heading back to their rooms.
