Scotch Swords, Muskets and Love

Abruptly, she pulled his cock out of her mouth. It came out with a pop from the suction, and Robert staggered back. Susan grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts, and instantly he took the cue. He started squeezing and massaging them, and quickly slipped his fingers inside her blouse so that he could caress and squeeze her nipples.

She carried on working his shaft and head with her hands, but now it was her turn to indulge in some pleasure of her own. She took her hands off of his beast, and put them on his shoulders. While he continued to cares and massage her breasts, she forced him down, pushing hard on his shoulders so that he fell to his knees.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said.

She gripped his head, taking a handful of his hair in each hand, and pulled his head into her crotch.

“I can feel the heat coming from between your legs,” he whispered. “It's like a blacksmith's forge...”

“Taste it,” she said as she pulled his head closer in. “Taste the heat that's waiting for you down there.”

He let go of her breasts and lifted up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear; her pussy was right in his face, unobscured. She grabbed his right wrist and directed his hand between her legs.

“God, it's wet,” he gasped as her fluids dripped from the opening between her thighs onto his waiting hand. His slipped two fingers inside of her, and she was so wet that they glided in right to his knuckles without any effort on his behalf. She gasped as she felt his digits inside of her. He immediately began moving them, pulling back as if making a 'come here' gesture. He placed gentle but firm rhythmic pressure against the inside of her cunt, rubbing in and out as he did so. Susan felt waves of pleasure starting to course through her veins, spreading their tingles of joy throughout every nerve ending.

Still, she did not want to relinquish control; she wanted to be the one in charge here, and she maintained her tight grip on his hair, which she kept in bundles in her fists, and pulled his face deep into her, spreading her legs wider as she did.

He carried on working his fingers inside of her, but now he began to kiss and nibble at the edges of her pussy. He started moaning with pleasure as he began to devour her; he was obviously enjoying this as much as she was.

Then his tongue found her clit, which at this stage was just begging for attention. He started licking and sucking on it, and each movement he made with his lips and tongue sent more and more intense waves of pleasure ripping through her body.

This was it; this was when she could no longer hold onto that control that she craved. Still, she did her best, trying to retain focus – but she could not. The ecstasy was all too immense, and she could feel an orgasm brewing, swirling within the depths of her core like a hurricane forming in the heat of a tropical summer.

It swirled and whirled its madness, erupting with a sudden violence through her system. Still, Robert kept on licking and sucking, and working his fingers inside of her, keeping his rhythm even and steady; he knew what he was doing. Susan had all but lost control now, and she felt the beginnings of yet another orgasm rippling through her.

After a few minutes of Robert's steady, relentless actions on her quivering cunt, the second orgasm fired through her like oil catching alight. Her knees buckled with the immensity of the joy, and she let out a long, protracted moan of sheer bliss.

Now she could not wait any longer. She had to have him – all of him – inside her, right now.

She reached own, still panting and gasping from the force of the double orgasms, and she pulled his head away from her crotch.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, breathing hard. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”

Robert needed no further encouragement. He stood up, turned her around so that she was facing toward the table and away from him, and then spread her long, lithe legs apart. Then he gripped a handful of her hair and forced her forward, so that she was half-bent over the table, and had to support the weight of her upper body on the surface of the table with straight-locked arms. Then he pulled her skirt down, so that her lower body was bare. He left her blouse on, but slipped his hands under it so that he could grab onto her breasts, using them as grips to stabilize his body.

Then he maneuvered his huge cock between her wide-spread thighs, and started feeding it, inch by glorious inch, into her hot, soaking-wet hole. She gasped as he began entering her; half with pleasure, half with pain, for she had never before experienced girth like his. But now that she had started this, there was no stopping it.