Sixth - "He rocks my world again and again."

This is the next in the series of stories, "He came back!", "He left again.. but not for long!", "He makes me cum", "He still helps me cum!", and "He surprises me by coming!" You may find it makes more sense by reading the preceding episodes.

Mildly foiled by child-care woes, it was a little over an hour later than we had expected to start the evening, when finally I called and asked him to come pick me up. Of course, living in a small town where there is nothing to do on weekends, all four of our seedy and seedier motels had No Vacancy by the time we tried to check in. Not to be stopped so easily, we headed down to the city and checked into the closest Motel 6. Four walls and a bed. That's all we required.

The moment the door was closed, he had me bent over the end of the bed and ground his crotch into my behind. Seconds later, my pants and undies were gone, I was pushed up the bed and his tongue was happily home, burried deep into my ass. Oh my ghawd! Being on a bed, with him behind me, tonguing my bottom, was pure heaven.

He quickly sunk several of his fingers into my dripping wet pussy. I had been waiting for this day all week and my pussy was quivering with excitement. Every stroke of his tongue, matched by his fingers was sending me into waves of pure pleasure. But I wasn't going to cum that easily.

"Are you holding out on me?" he asked. I was! I had been waiting for this day more than just all week -- I had been waiting three weeks for it. When I came, I was going to have a mind-blowing orgasm.

He lost his clothes and I lost what little I had left, and flipped over so we could fuck face to face. Mostly, I've always liked it "doggy style" because I love the way it feels and how hard it can be and the sway of a man's ballsack as he pounds into me and it crashes against my clit. But fucking in missionary, or with my legs up on his shoulders, was still incredible. Looking into his eyes (when I could open mine!) and seeing his facial expressions as he pounded his hard cock into my tight, wet pussy.

His stamina was incredible. He fucked me over and over again, as we changed positions and rolled around on the bed. He smacked my ass and bit my nipples and I came and I came and I came. But not the orgasm I knew was on the horizon.

Unfortunately, my ass was too sore (maybe from all the fingering and fucking during the week?) for anal sex, which, although was a disappointment to both of us, was not, by any means, a damper for the fun to be had this eve!

Instead of my ass, I wrapped my mouth around his hardness and sucked him deep, flickering my tongue around the head of his cock. I slid my hand up and down his length, licking and sucking as I went. I could suck his cock forever. His cock is perfect for my mouth, almost as perfect as it is for my ass. I know he would let me suck his cock forever. He groaned and spoke his approval as I flickered my pierced tongue across the sensitive underside of his cock. I worked my way down and enveloped his balls with my hot mouth, jacking my hand up and down his cock as I went.

He truly was a machine this night, and even with all my attention, he still wasn't going to fill my mouth with his load. He took over my job with his own hand and I suggested he should cum on my ass. He stood at the side of the bed and jerked his load all across my ass and up my back, before smoothing it into my skin with his hand. It had been a long time since someone came on me, rather than in me and I loved the feeling of his hot cum as it spurted across my body.

We spent part of the night laying in each others arms, talking and caressing each others bodies. Sharing our thoughts on "Life, the Universe and Everything" and especially forty-two. I'm almost torn to say whether it was the conversation that was better or the sex, but thankfully I don't have to make that choice -- he comes well equipped in both areas.

My hand always seemed to find its way back to his cock and was soon followed by my mouth. His cock is beautiful. He is uncut -- I don't have a huge amount of experience with un-cut cocks, but they tend to be more sensitive, and I think he is a good example of this. He is the perfect size, in my mind. Not too big, not too small, exactly right for all my holes. His cock has a slight curve to the side, which can make deep-throating him while he is fully hard almost impossible, but when he slides his cock in my ass or my pussy, that curve feels perfect in every way. There is nothing I would change about his cock and least of all the way he uses it on me.

As I write this story, it is Monday morning. It has been a tiring weekend and I feel a little out of it. I'm having a hard time remembering all of Friday in any sort of chronological order. I know to most readers it won't matter, but I know _he_ will be reading this, too, so I wanted to let it be known that the night was so incredible and so full of fucking and sucking, that I'm just not sure what came after which cum!

At some point I decided maybe it would be okay for him to suck my pussy. I've never been one to really enjoy being eaten out. I love to lick pussy, but I'd just never been big on receiving it. With this guy, however, I wanted to experience it all.

He dipped his head down between my legs and right away I knew I'd made the right decision. His tongue felt wonderful as it hit my clit. He worked his way around my pussy and ate me like a pro. I was surprised just how much I enjoyed it. I was wet beyond anything I could have imagined. He started to finger me, while he licked me. He had up to four fingers in me. I knew then that I wanted him to try something I had never experienced before. I asked him if he would try to fist me. He pushed his fist against my opening, I was wet and I was open. I pulled my lips out with my own hands and concentrated on relaxing. He twisted his hand into my pussy. He was in. It was the tightest, most full feeling I had ever felt. It was incredible. I couldn't believe he had his whole fist, up to the wrist, inside my wet pussy. There wasn't a lot of movement, it was so tight. He attacked my clit again with his mouth and I had that orgasm I knew I had been waiting for. He stayed inside my pussy while I climbed back down to reality and then he ever so slowly pulled his fist from me.

I have never felt so stretched in all my life.

I loved it!

We cuddled up and fell asleep. I've always had a weird thing about not sleeping unless I put my undies back on. With him, I didn't need to. I woke in the middle of the night with a very cold bum. He's a cover-stealer! :) But I snuggled my cold bum right back up against his warm body, stole some covers back, and went to sleep again.

When morning was fully upon us, I slipped those covers down his body and slurped his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock until it was hard and filled my mouth. He woke with a smile. Just the way I wanted him to.

We fucked and sucked some more and then dipped into the shower together. Have I mentioned before that he has the most incredibly bright blue eyes? He looked simply divine with water dripping across his flesh, pressed up against my body.

It was likely the greatest sexual night of my life. We broke new barriers of pleasure for myself. My body felt used and abused -- but in a great way! I could hardly contain the tiny orgasms that were still rippling their way through every particle of my being. I didn't want to leave. We had a 30 minute drive back to our town. It would end much too soon. The vibrations of the car on my crotch as we drove was a whole new sensation. Being stretched as wide and full as I had been by his fist was something I would think about every time I walked for the next 48 hours.

We parted ways at my vehicle and he headed back down to the city to spend the remainder of the weekend with friends. We haven't spoken yet this week. I am looking forward to the next time we can get together. My ass feels empty without his tongue.