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If you looked at the room, you'd think it was from ages long gone by...and in essence, you'd be right. The massive four poster bed stood directly in the middle of the room and looked soft enough to sink into FOREVER! The floor was hard wood, with scatter rugs strewn about. Huge windows allowed the flood of sunlight to enter the room, suffused only by the sheer curtains adorning them. There were two overstuffed, massive chairs, a straight back from the days when woodworkers knew how to make furniture, a small walnut stand with a pitcher and basin on top, and a half desk.....

Outside, the previous nights snow had adorned the grounds and trees with a fresh blanket of white, and in the stillness, the rays of the bright sun twinkled off each twig and branch and bush. It was beautiful, and story book like. And there was a silence, a hush, as if any harsh sound would break the magic.

The couple had just arrived that morning, and even to the nonchalant viewer, they had an electricity that shimmered and wavered around them like the fog of breath which folded around your face as you exhaled on this crisp morning. They were silent and intense as they registered in the inn, and walked arm in arm as they were ested to their room. HE knew what the room looked like, but it was obvious that she did not, for when the steward opened the door, she let out a small but audible gasp at the beauty of the furnishings... The steward was generously tipped and sent on his way, smiling; for he knew that this was something special and long awaited for the two of them, and he wistfully thought of the day when he too could have something like this.

They entered the room; he getting the baggage and day to day stuff arranged, she in wonder, walked about the huge room, looking at the furnishings and adornments.

"Thought you'd like it" he said, smiling. He was a man of few words, believing that actions and deeds proved far stronger that words. He continued to unpack.

Done, he stood, hands in pockets, and watched with a bemused look on his face as she scurried from closet to window to desk, peeking in drawers, testing the softness of the bed, and running her fingers over the ornate woods. Noticing him watching her, she rushed over to him.

She did as he bidded, smiled, and leaned up to his face and they kissed, deeply, slowly.

"Come on......." he said, grabbing a small satchel from the bags on the floor, "and dress warmly."

Not knowing what was going on, she pulled on her down parka and mittens, linked arms with him, and they left the room. They walked briskly through the lobby and outside, where the crisp winter air hit them, pulling taut their skin and billowing their breath. The sun was strong, but no match for the chill. He led her to the far side of the parking lot where the plows had done their work during the previous night, piling banks of fresh snow high along the pavement. Dropping the satchel he bent, unzipped it, and produced numerous masons tools; trowels, shapers, small shovels and the like.

"This morning, we create..." he said, and without further comment, picked a tool and began carving the hard packed snow. The woman stood and watched, not really knowing what he was beginning nor what she should do. After about 10 minutes, he turned from his task;

"Look, it's easy...." he said. He grabbed a trowel from the pile of tools, placed it in her hand and began to work with her, explaining all along the image held in his head, and how that image was REALLY there in the snow, just buried, and that all they had to do was remove the outter covering to reveal their project. He was patient, and a good teacher, and she a quick learner. Before to long, she was working on her own, discovering that indeed, the image did lie buried in the pile. As the shape slowly took it's form, other guests of the inn started to wander by, stopping to watch the two as they created. Time was lost, as it usually is during the creation process, and the two, now working in harmony, lost all interest except that which they were focused on.

The hum of conversation by the onlookers, now numerous, grew as the shape imerged from the snow. Speculation ran from person to person as to what the final outcome would be. Working from the top down, the turrents and battlements slowly emerged, and the castle took form and definition. The two worked furiously now, as the reality of their image slowly came forth. For some inexplicable reason, they worked now as one, and no task was misinterpretted or wrong. The removal of the snow had created piles around the shape, and some of the spectators went to get shovels, returning to remove the debris, helping the two.

Sweating with the task almost completed, and with the fever of completion, the two worked furiously. Word had gotten out of this project, as onlookers came and went and told their story, and the crowd was quite large now. Their creation was almost complete.

The two added the final windows, buttresses, and stairs, dropped their tools in the satchel, and stood back to look at their creation. It was a castle, standing almost 12 feet high, with turrents which seemed to defy the medium in which they had worked. Stairs weaved in and out of the archways. Flying butresses and support beams, delicatly carved, were everywhere. One could almost see the laden knights and fair maidens laughing and contesting in the snow courtyard.

The crowd applauded the two, and the man, ever bashful, grabbed the satchel, and his lady's hand and scurried back to the inn. They were both soaked from the work in the snow, and the hurried to their room. Once there, they began to remove their outter clothing and the woman shuddered in the cool air.

"Yes, I think we should." she answered and she began to remove her shirt quickly. He went in and started the shower, and the steam began to billow out of the bath. Still in the bathroom, he began to undress. There was no question as to who would shower first; it was understood in silent agreement that they both would. She entered the large bath, fully naked, and shivering. They entered the shower, and relished in the warmth of the steaming water, letting the cold slowly seep from their limbs.

After the initial warming, they began to wash each other, in slow languid caresses, which in turn increased their inner warmth even more. The man postioned the woman so that his back was to the water and she was standing away from the stream, and began washing her, lathering her from head to toe. This was not the task of cleaning, this was the task of passion, and he ensured this by using long, slow gentle strokes with his hands, ever slippery with the lather. His strokes were that of an artist, and he played his instrument well, for small moans escaped the womans lips as his hands found just the right movements to please her. He fondled her massive breasts with the lightest of touches, and moved his hands to both her nipples, now extended with her heat. Using his thumb and forefingers, he gently rolled the taut nipples. Her moans increased, in a husky, throaty way, and he knew he was pleasing her. He turned her around, and began to work on her back, starting at the shoulders, then working his way down the curve of her spine, then to the fleshy part of her ass, where he gently but firmly massaged there. He ran his hands down in the valley of her cheeks, and with soft, light flicks, lathered her opening, then placed one finger there and began small circles on the puckered, pink opening. His other hand reached around her body, and began the same ministrations on her mound, working again in ever decreassing circles, his target obvious. With great care, he open the lips of her pussy, gently spreading them as far as they would go. His fingers found her clit, now extended from its hidding place, awaiting sensation, needing it, and almost moving toward it. Her moans increassed in tempo as his fingers found their target, and he rolled the little button in his fingers like a oiled marble.

"ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.........." she gasped, incapable of any other coherent words. His other fingers busied themselves in the folds of her flesh as he worked her clit like a master. The finger on her backside increassed in pressure, and worked its way into her tunnel, gently, soliciting even more response from her. In a few moments, she climaxed, deep, slow and tremendous, flooding his hand with the product of her passion. He slowly tuned down his actions, and let her subside, taking her in his arms, hugging her, keeping the contact of flesh to flesh as much as he could, knowing the importance of this just after fullfillment. They rinsed, and now completely warm, dried off.

Leaving the bath, he took her to that glorious bed and sat her down. Going over to the dresser, he removed a small porcilin crucible and stand, squat candle, matches and a bottle of mineral oil. Returning to the bed, he placed the crucible in the stand, lit and placed the candle under it, and poured in a generous portion of oil.

END PART ONE

She knew what was in store, and was giddy with the tought. He had talked to her many times about massage, and she wondered at the thought of him giving her one. Her flesh goose bumped not from the cold, but with anticipation as she obliged the man and turned to lie on the bed on her stomach.

Swirling the oil to warm it throughout, he dipped his fingers in and slicked his hands, rubbing them together almost more in glee that in preparation.

"Now, this is important," he said, seriously, "you must let go of everything, empty your mind. This is so much better when one solely concentrates on the feelings of the hands. Think of nothing else, erase your mind. Close your eyes, and concentrate ONLY on the contact of my hands on your skin....."

He started at the base of her neck, brushing aside her long brown hair. There are two places on the human body where tension and stress can accumulate, and he knew both, and started with the first. There he gently but firmly massaged the nerves and muscles with his thumbs, working at them as if he knew first hand what would make them relax. From there, he worked his way outward, toward the larger muscles in the shoulder area, working in firm circles and loops. Her muscles melted under his touch, and she could feel the warmth encase her body as the oil and his fingers performed their magic. He proceeded down the length of her spine, thumbs and fingers administering to the muscles aligned on either side of her backbone, and flayed out to her sides, almost pushing worldly cares out physically. She was relaxing. His fingers could tell, for her muscles went flacid under their pressure, and he was able to work them even more. She let out a deep sigh as his hands found their way to the second spot, the area at the base of her spine where all the nerves between her upper and lower body joined to traverse up the spinal column. One can feel, dear reader, all the sensations of massage in that ONE spot, throughout the body. The manipulation of the nerves there send sensations along the nerve paths all through the body, and she sighed under this new and exciting feeling.

"You *MUST* concentrate! I KNOW what you're feeling, so just feel it!" he hissed. "Now, SHHHHHHH!"

She did so, and once again his fingers worked their magic. He once again started at the special spot, and re-created the tempo which she had broken. After what seemed a long time, he began to work his way down to the fleshy cheeks of her bottom. Massage can be so wonderful as long as nothing is left out, and the cheeks of the buttocks are most sensative to massage, probably because the ONLY attention they get is being sat upon. Here, he worked the flesh in deeply, firm kneeding, pulling them apart and pushing them together. He stopped, and once again dipped his hands in the oil, getting her bottom well slicked. He continued working there, but it was a labor of love, as he proved by creating wonderful sensations in her body. His task was arousing him, as he pulled her cheeks apart and saw the wonder from within, but he chided himself to remain at the task at hand, for all they had was time, and anticipation, and was that not the spice of life and love? Still, his cock twitched and jumped at the sight of her puckerd hole....

"This may tickle, and you must control the feelings..." he whispered. "Do not answer me, but just listen...There are ways of controlling the feelings, which you must do now...If you concentrate on the feeling, intensify it, magnify it, you can withstand it. The task here is NOT to allow the feelings to force muscle reaction; you must hold back. Allow the feeling to run rampant from within, but DO NOT externalize it...FOCUS!"

His hands began to work down her legs, to the most sensative part behind her knees...he could feel the battle within her as she struggled to control her muscles, and she won. Her rewards were sensations she had never experianced before, for without muscle externalization, the sensations magnified and spread throughout her body, and she could control them.

He worked down her legs, massaging each set of muscles in turn. Once at her feet, he worked each foot wiht both hands, admiring her control, then repeated the process all the way back up to her neck again.

"Turn over.." he cooed. She complied, and the look of contentment on her face made him smile. She was looking straight into his eyes, and he slowly closed her eyes with one hand saying, "No, that will distract you...relax, from within, and keep your eyes closed..."

He started again, but with her forehead, gently but firmly sliding his thumbs over the skin in outward strokes, pushing any and all tension away and out. He moved to her cheeks, and did the same, then worked down to her neck, where the shoulder muscles and neck muscles entwined and joined. HIS muscles ached with the workout, but he concentrated on his task and ignored the cramping feeling. This was to much enjoyment to let that stop him.

He worked his way to her breasts, which were glorious in size. He work them like a master, lingering nowhere, but touching all. He dipped his hand once more in the crucible, and covered her breasts with fresh oil, working them, massaging them. His cock had now a life of its own, and he fought very hard to focus on his task, and not bury his face in the wonderous sight before him. He knew that the control here was apamount, for if he could not withstand this, what would he be like further down!?

"CONCENTRATE!" he thought to himself, "this is for HER!" And he won the battle, but wondered at the outcome of the war. His hands moved downward, massaging her soft belly, and the sensitive spot just above her mound. They moved all around her sex, upper thighs, and the splay of her bottom, fingers deep but gentle, for that area is proned quickly to pain if not handled correctly. His desire to maggage her pussy was greater than he thought it would be, and he quickly moved downward to her legs, where he continued the massage. It was what seemed forever, but he made his way down her legs to her feet, and started once again back up.

"the battle has joined, and I have all but lost" he thought. "ah, a good effort, nonetheless" he bemused to himself, and gently spread her legs wide.

"You may not move, you must continue with your concentrations" he whispered..."and keep your eyes closed!"

He left the bed for a moment, and she wondered what he was doing, but fought the urge to look. In a few moments, he returned.

"Just in case your resolve isn't as good as we thought" he said directly in her ear, and quickly darted his tongue in the recesses of it. She squirmmed. He softly tied a bandanna around her head, covering her eyes, and shushed her beginning protest.

His hands now found a different task, and began to firmly and deeply carress her wonderous breasts, bring out sensations she had long forgotten. The combination of the tingle from the shower, the feelings of his hands in massage, and now the electricity of his sexual touch flooded her inner being, and she felt the familiar well of fludis within her, as if to say 'I'm ready'.

He knew that the time for massage was over, and he worked her tits like a magician, making the nipples stiff and hard, so hard they almost hurt. He rolled them in his fingers, and kneeded her breasts with the best of technique, then started his hands on their downward journey to the valley of her sex. He stopped for a moment, but only to freshen the oil on his hands, and then begans to sexually massage the outter lips of her pussy. Short moans escaped her lips as she fought for control. He was so SLOW! Why didnt't he go FASTER?? Then she realized that this would build, and build, and build, and she trusted the hands on her to bring her to a place she never experianced before.

Gently, and with agonizing slowness, he opened the lips of her cunt. Her juices almost ran out, and he smiled to himself thinking that the oil was redundent here. The sight was glorious to his eyes, the pink folds of flesh open to his boring gaze, her clit just beginning to peek out form its hiding place.

"THIS I must savor to the fullest" he said, and she moaned once more, stuggleing to control her hips.

He bent his head down, and with her opened to his mouth, began the slighest of flicks with his tongue over her now extended clit. She immediatly groaned even more, and took a sharp breath. He began slow, languid strokes along her opening, tongue exploring every fold and millimeter of her now soaked sex. Her breath was ragged and deep, and he knew he was doing the things she loved best, as his tongue continued its exploration of her cunt. He moved to her opening and pushed his tongue deep within her tunnel, wiggling it around like a little cock with a life of its own. Her hips began to buck, and he placed his hands on her thighs and wispered for her to keep the control she had kept so well up to this point, then placed his wet tongue back in her opening. He swirled it around, and savored the flavor and aroma of her fluids. He flattened his tongue, and like a five year old would lick an ice cream, he licked her, from the pink puckered openning of her ass, all the way to her clit, and back down again, with agonizing slowness. Her shuddering contnued, and her moans increased in tempo. He was playing her, and she knew it. Drawing out her orgasm, but so slowly.

He stopped, but for only a moment, and rummaged in the bag next to the bed. She felt his presence return, and his hands once again opened her lips, spread her legs even wider. She felt the tip of a familiar, yet unfamiliar object touch her opening down there, and wondered what was going on. It felt like the head of his cock, but it was cool, and felt slick with oil. Just as she was thinking this, the pressure on her opening incressed and she was being slowly filled with what felt like the largest cock she had ever felt before! At this point, she didn;t care what is was, only that she was being filled completely, and wonderfully, like never before, and it felt marvolous. The shaft was nine inches in length, and quite thick, and he slowly slid the dildo deep within her.

As he was pushing it in he whispered to her "I've always wanted to eat you and fuck you at the same time...."

She groaned with pleasure at his words, and with the dildo completly inside her, his hand pushing slowly in and out, with twists here and there, he lowered his head to her heat and began to suck and nibble on her clit, flicking his tongue over and over on the hardened button. His actions increased, and he worked her with the intent of making her explode. She lost control, and her hips urged the false cock in and out of her cunt, and he had to concentrate on keeping his mouth locked on her sex.

SHe arched her back and exploded, the walls of her pussy clamping down on the dildo so hard that it was almost jettisoned, save for the fact that his hand held it firmly there...Her love juice seeped out and around the shaft inside her, and she continued her contractions in the throes of orgasm. This was the longest she had ever cum, and it was draining her, completly, and she slumped back down on the bed exhausted.

He gently removed the blindfold, kissed her with cum soaked lips, and whispered...

"It is time to rest, for this evening is all planned for us, m'luv. So rest now in my arms and sleep. I will awaken you when it is time. But this," with a wicked twist of the rubber cock, "stays here!" and he pushed it deeper inside her.

She lay now on her side, and he nestled in behind her, his rock hard cock snuggly between her pussy lips, resting on her clit, feeling the end of the dildo still deep inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, and they slept.

END, PART TWO

She awoke, almost with a start, for she was alone in the bed. The warm and tingly feeling of the psuedo cock buried in her sex was still with her, and the taste of her own cum on her lips reminded her that this was not a dream, but real, so real, that the minor aftershocks of her last orgasm still twitched her cunt muscles over the huge shaft deep inside her. She streched lithe like, in the cool sheets, feeling the warm glow of her muscles after the massage she had received. Her mind drifted back to that experiance, and once again the wet warmth spread in her groin.

But where was HE? Hmmmmmmmmmm... the feeling of the sheets, the warmth where he was, her body totally relaxed (save, of course for the small fire between her leg), her desires sated for now, made her want to savor her awakening, make it continue. Again she streched, feeling the muscles so well delt with feel the goodness of streching, producing a pleasure within herself she had not felt in a long, long time.

With a little regret, she rose, not bothering to cover her large breasts with the sheet, for why hide something she wanted him to see, feel, savor, touch and fondle anyway? He was no where to be seen, the room empty. She got up, letting the sheets slide over her body.

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh........" she said, out loud. She had not expected that the false flesh within her would shift like it did when she stood up, twisting a little, and snaking its way deeper insider her, pouring gasoline on an already buring desire. She was not sure how long she had slept, but it was now dark outside. There were no clocks in the room, and she had forgotten her watch, purposefully, for what was time in the arena they now had. On the desk, a small shaded lamp was lit, and in the opposite corner on a small table, the taper once used to warm oil now burned with a small steady flame. She walked over to the table, and saw the small note sitting next to the candle;

"Glad you got up-Hope you feel as delicious as you looked there sleeping. I have run to do some errands which, alas, must be done. Keep warm! Though I know that at least you will inside. By the way, leave it there! I like the thought of it there inside you! I shall return post haste, as time permits. I have drawn a bath for you to soak in and keep warm, but be careful, the water is very hot...I didn't know how long you'd sleep, luv."

Something she and he knew, and few others. A large yawn over took her, and she streched standing, arms slowly raising, breasts pulling upward with her motions. A small squeal escaped her lips as the dildo once again shifted deep within her.

Shivering a little, she returned to the bed, noticing a robe placed on the foot of the bed. She smiled. "What HASN'T he thought of" she thought....She sat on the bed, and the delicious sensations of the soft cushions and the cool sheets made her want to rest just a few minutes longer, so she streched out on the bed, careful this time not to jostle her rather large insert.

"Just a few more minutes..." she thought. She propped the large fluffy pillows up one on top the other, and settled back to enjoy the few moments of relaxation, but her mind wirled around, remembering the events so recently past. As she thought of her last orgasm, his mouth, and the shower before, and just of the togetherness they shared making the castle, she once again felt the liquid heat spread within her. "GOD!" she thought, "again? So SOON?"

She fought the feelings, but then wondered why. After all, this was a time and place for pleasure, was it not? There were no meals to cook, clothes to wash, trips to take. Besides, she rationalized, why fight the feeling? Sinking comfortably, she positioned herself on the bed, back propped up by the pillows, knees raised and spread, opening the lips of her slit. The cool air struck the inflamed flesh there like an electric shock, and she cooed silently at the feeling. Slowly, her hands cupped her breasts, gently squeezing and teasing them back to life, and her nipples rose in response.

She anticipated his return, and felt wickedly that he might walk in while she was enjoying herself. That feeling only enhanced her passion, and she pulled one nipple to her mouth and gently sucked on it, dreaming that her man was doing this. She fed the other nipple to her lips, and wetly licked it and the sensitive area around it. Wet fire raged in her recesses, and her lava flowed around the dildo in her cunt, allowing it easily to slip and slide within her as she moved her hips around, feeling the wonder of being filled. She wished her man was there to see this; she was getting very hot, and wished for him to see her this way. While still licking her tit, her other hand moved down to her now steaming sex, coaxed her clit out of the hood it was hiding in, and slowly rubbed it. She was working herself into frenzy now, and could hold back no longer. She reached between her legs with her other hand and grabbed the base of the now soaked rubber cock. She began slow, rythmic in/out motions, fucking herself with this instrument of pleasure, the sensations racking her body as it convusled with each inward thrust, groans of pleasure slipping past her lips as the "cock" was thrust home. She began rubbing her clit harder now, and her back arched, trying to insert the dildo even deeper, DEEPER in her. Her breath was ragged, and coming in short, explosive bursts with each thrust, her cunt screaming each time she withdrew the shaft. The finger on her clit was a blurr now, and her thrusts swift and hard. Her back arched off the bed and she exploded, both inwardly and outwardly, a small scream escaping her lips. She moaned "OH GOD!" and went limp on the bed, her juices flowing freely around the shaft, left imbeded inside her, and around her thighs.

After a short while, the evening chill reminded her of the bath HE had drawn for her, and she stiffly padded her way to the bathroom, mindful of her new "member" within.

She tested the water, found it had cooled a bit too much, and ran more hot water in the tub. Sinking slowly into the now steaming water, she relaxed, soaking in the warmth.

A while later, time really had no meaning here, so she didn't know HOW long, she heard the room door open. There were a few clanks and metal hitting metal, and she was puzzled, but unconcerned.

END OF PART 3

The small noises she heard in the other room were driving her curiosity to a ravaged peak. He had come up with SO many surprizes so far... What was going on now? She mused on the thought, and decided the ONLY way she would know was to get her ass out of the tub and go see.....

She turned and said "Oh, yes! It was marvelous! I was just sitting here listening to.."

He grabbed on of the huge fluffy towels on the rack, and began to pat dry her body. Careful to dry all of her, he finished, and produced the robe which was before at the foot of the bed.

"I thought you might like a little supper before....well, I thought you were hungry. Come." He took her hand and led her into the big room. She gasped a little at what she saw.

The floor of the room had been transposed into a small dining area, complete with plates, glasses, table cloth, and everything one would find at the best dining areas. The shadows produced by the twin candles danced around the objects on the floor, skirting this way and that. A silver wine bucket held a magnum of champagne, obviously well chilled as the condensation from the steam produced by the bath trickled down in the towel wrapped around the bottle. There were coverd dishes in the middle of the cloth, and two large cushions on either side.

He turned to her and said "Before we start, maybe you'd like to get a little more comfortable?" and not waiting for her response, gently but firmly grasped her mound where the male appendage was still deeply inserted. She gasped, face flushed and breath quick, for his grasp once again moved the dildo and created sensations anew. He pulled her over to the bed, sat her down on one corner and whispered...

She smiled, sighed, and slowly parted her gown. She spread her knees as far apart as she comfortably could, reclined back on her elbows so she could watch, and slowly lifted her legs, revealing all to his sight. He bent down, softly kissed her hidden clit. She cooed with the touch of his mouth. His raised his head.

With the gentlest of movement, and with tremendous slowness, he took hold of the base of the rubber cock. The touch of his hand on the male false-flesh immediatley sent shimmers up the rubber shaft, reverberating in the walls of her again soaked cunt. She shuddered a deep sigh as he gently started removing the dildo. Inch by agonizing inch it was withdrawn, and the process took almost 5 minutes. Once out, she at first felt empty, and whimpered at the feeling.

"It will once again be filled, m'lady, but next time, with one which is real" he said, smiling.

He led her to the repast, sat her on one of the cushions and then sat on the other. He poured two glasses with champagne, and toasting her silently, sipped his. She also tasted the sparkling liquid. He opened one of the covered dishes, producing a full platter of cold shrimp. Opening a smaller one, revealing spicy sauce, he took one of the shrimp, dipped it in the sauce and proceeded to hold it to his ladys lips. Slowly and sensually, she slid the flesh in her mouth. He tugged at the tail, popping the rest of the shrimp out of its shell with one deft movement. She lanquidly sucked in the succulent flesh, and munched contentedly on the delicious food. A little sauce was smeared on her lips, and her tongue snaked out to lick it up.

This is how they shared the dinner, alernatley feeding each other. The spoke quietly, laughing at the right moments, looking in each others eyes in the way only lovers can. The magnum went quickly, and the shrimp were delicious. Hunger sated for now, at least the hunger for food, he stood.

Reluctantly, she complied, and not knowing what was going on, she watched him dress, and dressed like him, in warm clothing. Once done, he took her hand and they left the room.

Walking through the lobby, they went outside. There, in the front lot was a sleigh, black as night drawn by a team of horses the same color. A cabbie sat in the front stoop, reins held loosly in his hands. The back opening was open to the night air and chill, with a large plush seat snuggled deep in the rear, and thick heavy woolen blankets piled atop.

Their breaths fogging quickly in the cold night air, they climbed aboard the sleigh, nested themselves deep within the blankets pulled up to their chins, and held each other for added warmth. Without a word, the cabbie cracked the reins and the team started off into the deep woods surrounding the inn on an already used path.

The moon was full, and the prior nights snowfall sparkeld like thousands of pieces of glass. The night was beautiful, and it seemed made for these two at this, their time of being together. They talked quietly, absorbed by the night and all it had to offer, in each others arms. After a while, the driver stopped, horses stamping the snow from their hooves, breath clouding in quick bursts from their noses, and muttering that they'd much rather be home in their warm stalls with some fresh hay.

He got out of the sleigh, and walking over to the edge of the path, removed some objects from the snow. Returning, she saw he held a bottle and two glasses, which he handed to her as he climbed once again back under the heavy blankets. He clumsily popped the bottle of champagne and poured the crisp, frigid liquid in to the two glasses.

"And thee.." she replied. They linked arms and drank out of each others glass. The sleigh started up just then, and they laughed as they tried to untie their arms without spilling the liquid all over themselves. The rest of the ride was intermingled with sparse conversation about the beauty of the woods, small kisses stolen, and laughter.

Later, after the sleigh had dropped them off, they went back to their room, which was now clear of the earlier repast. They changed, and snuggled under the down blankets in the bed, where they made love. They didn't fuck; they made slow passionate love to each others enjoyment and fullfilment, then slowly drifted off to sleep, in each others arms....

As she drifted off, she vowed to make his morning special, as he had made this day.

She awoke, feeling wonderful and lazy, with the thrill of last night and the previous day still buzzing in her brain. The sun was high and bright, filling the room even through the curtained windows. She streched, and giggled at the fact that her strech didn't produce the tingle in her as it had the day before. She quietly turned over, and saw the her man was still sleeping. She rose, and went to the bath for her morning rituals.

Returning, she found him in the middle of the bed, still asleep on his back. His hair was toussled and curly, from the prior days ( and nights) activities. The sheet was crumpled and messed, and managed only to cover his member and lower body, course hair peeking out from the edge of the sheet, leaving his upper body exposed.

She stopped and looked. Her mind raced. Her pussy contracted at this erotic sight of her man. Silently she walked over to the bed and gently sat at the foot, careful not to awaken him. With one hand, she took hold of the sheet, temped to rip it off, but holding back. Her mouth watered, tongue slipping past to lick her lips.

"hmmmmmmmmm" she thought wickedly. She began a slow movement downward with her hand, pulling the sheet slowly with it. She watched in rapture as the top of the sheet passed the swell of his cock. While not hard, it also was not overly soft, and the sheet climbed the curve of his shaft as she watched. With each inch exposed, her mouth watered even more, and she had to swallow to keep the fluids from drooling out of her mouth.

She continued to pull the sheet until his lower body was completly exposed. As if in fore knowledge of what was to happen, his cock twitched and swelled slightly. In rapture, she watch his member, watched the small amount of swelling and thickening, saw the cock head move with the twitching. Knowing now that she would awaken him with delight, she positioned herself, head over his groin, and blew warm breath on his stirring member. Again, as if it knew, his cock twitched and swelled, the head pulsing a bit. She enjoyed this wicked tease. She watched as his cock moved the predestined path as the blood filled it with sensitivity. Slowly he became errect, his cock pointing toward his head. A small moan escaped his lips, and she wondered what he was dreaming.

"let's play this to the max" she thought, and slipped her hand between his legs. With the lightest of tickles, she carressed his now tightening balls, and the hairy sacks contracted even more under her touch, his cock growing still, swelling. She was not paying attention only to what she was doing, and a small thin drip of saliva escaped her lips, and plopped lightly on one of his balls. Taking chance into hand, she rubbed the slickness over his balls ever so lightly. He moaned again, shifting his legs wider apart. She rubbed more, wetting her fingers from her soaked mouth, getting his balls very wet. His moans incressed, and one of his hands slid down and grasped his cock, squeezing. She looked at the sight of her man holding his own cock, and the pleasure so familiar now raged in her womanhood. Small floods of hot fluid pumped into her pussy, and she was soaked.

Determined to have her way, she replaced his hand with hers, gently, so as not to awaken him. She grasped the shaft, and its heat immediatly radiated to her palm. He moaned even more as her hand slowly but firmly began a gentle pumping action. She lowered her face to within inches of his throbbing cock, watching the reactions of his body, and feeling the wonder at having his cock in her hand, at being in control of his pleasure, and most of all, waching her hand stroke his cock. She loved to watch this, and it was a great turn on for her to have his cock at her mercy.

"I know you can't be still asleep" she said quietly, "but if you'd like to pretend, that's fine with me. I would think that you'd enjoy watching me pump you and suck your cock, though...."

With that, he opened his eyes, and they both laughed a little. But the humor was quickly replaced with the heat of passion.

He did, and was now situated so that he was confortable, but had an excellent view.

"I know you like to watch, and listen to my voice as I DO things to you, don't you?" He nodded, for that was really all he could muster at the moment. "Well, lover, I like to BE WATCHED, and I like to talk, so enjoy the ride!"

"You have no idea what your cock in my hand does to me." She squezzed gently. "It makes me all wet inside...inside my cunt" And with her words, he groaned and squirmmed his hips. "I love touching and playing with your cock, and just the though of sucking you off makes my mouth water...see?" and with those words, she opened her mouth and a small flood of fluid drooled out and dripped on his now straining member, and trickled on her hand. "Now I've gone and done it, I've made you all wet and slippery. But I like that thought, my hand gliding over the skin, rubbing the head, rubbing your balls..."

Slowly she began to slide her slicked hand up and down his shaft, and with the other, gently rolled his balls in her fingers. His gaze was locked on her actions, his ears to her words as she described in graphic detail what she was doing. She knew what he liked, and her words took on the husky tone which it always did when she was aroused. Keeping her hand rythmicly moving on his cock, she leaned close to his ear and whispered to him.

"You like it when I play with your cock, don't you? Hmmmmmmm... I love playing with it. It's so hard and so soft at the same time. I love your cock, love the feel of your cock in my hands, love to caress your cock, love it when it jumps in my hands like it is now. And you like it when I talk dirty to you, don't you? I can tell, for as I talk, your cock hardens even more. I can feel it stiffen in my hand..."

He moans louder now, her words boring into him, his hips bucking slightly in unison with her hand motions.

"oh, you're a little dry, luv. I could wet you up a little by blowing you, would you like me to suck your cock? Would you like a wet, sloppy blow job, m'luv?"

His moans increased at her words. He loved it, something he always wanted. He groaned "yyeessssss" between clenched teeth.

Her hair was pulled back and tied, so nothing would obstruct his view. She pulled back from his ear, still stroking his rigid member. She positioned herself perpendicular to him, her hand still working his cock. She lowered her face to within inches of his cockhead and squeezed, producing a large drop of pre-cum.

"ohhhhhhhhhhh, I like this, like to rub it on my lips and lick it off...." She dipped her head and slowly smeared the fluid over her lips till they glistened, the raised her head and lovingly lick the semen onto her tongue. This drove him crazy, and his hips bucked against her hand, and he groaned loudly.

"What I really want is to suck your cock" she said, and slowly engulfed her lips over his cockhead, soaking him even more. Her lips began and eating motion as her head slowly desended to the base of his cock. He was buried to the hilt in her warm, wet mouth. Half his cock was buried in her throat, nd she worked the muscles of her mouth and tongue like an expert, soliciting even more graons from him. She slowly slid up, and removing her mouth looked at him and said;

She again lowered her mouth on his ridged pole and began to blow him in slow deep strokes, lips working all the time, cheeks hollow with the suction, tongue dancing along the base of his shaft. Her ministrations were bringing him to his peak, and she knew it, his cock getting even bigger and harder, the pre-cum flowing freely now. He was ready.

His moans grew in intensity, and she knew he was going to cum any second. He felt his balls tighten as the load of cum traveled its way upward, and he arched his back uncontrollably, crying out with the pleasure. She grasped the base of his cock with one hand and pursed her lips on his cockhead as he exploded in torrents of white sticky hot cum, flooding her lips and pouring down the length of his shaft, captured in a small pool where her hand held him. She began to smear his load over his cock, careful not to lose a drop, all the while slowly rubbing his cockhead over her lips and tongue. His body was ridged with the onslaught of his orgasm, and he slowly relaxed, watching her every move. She slowly licked up little drops of his cum on the tip of her tongue, making sure he could see her as she licked her cum coated tongue over her lips. She told him how much she loved his cum, how she like to wear it and drink it up. She plunged her head down over his shaft in one swift motion, and the sensitive glans screamed pleasure to him, and he arched his back again to meet her hungry mouth. She slurpped his cum up, only to let it drool back out of her mouth again and again. Finally, he exhausted, she licked and swallowed each drop, cleaning his shaft off with her mouth. He closed his eyes and rested. She content to lie with him until he recovered.

He was sleeping soundly, and the morning was burning brightly through the windows in the room, sun streaming through the curtains in shafts of light where motes of dust danced in the thermals. She was restless. She looked over at her man. He was lying on his stomach, streched out. The sheet covered half of his firm ass, and the valley between his cheeks darkened as it met the covers, as if to beckon her into the darkness to explore.

She got up, found the small porcelin crucible and taper and oil. She set the contraption up, poured in a small portion of oil, lit the taper and placed it under the dish to warm the oil. Swirling the oil with her fingers, she looked down at her man. She generously lubricated her hands and knelt down beide the sleeping body.

Slowly, but firmly she began to kneed the well defined muscles in his back, working her thumbs on the either side of hisneck area, her fingers working the shoulder muscles. He let out a small groan, waking up, but very, very slowly. As he awoke more and more, her fingers took on more pressure and worked his muscles even more firmly.

"Shhhhhhh...remember what you told me!?" she repremanded, and he succumbed to the marvelous feelings he was experiencing. Her fingers worked their magic, smoothing out all the kinks in his broad shoulders, working the muscles down his back, and massaging the 'secret' spot at the base of his spine. She moved down, and her hands brushed aside the sheets, exposing his bare bottom. She again slicked her hands, and begans the sensual technique of massage on the cheeks of his ass, revolving her hand motions in opposite directions, alternately squeezing and parting his flesh, exposing and covering the secrets held between. Feeling wonderful, he slowly spread his legs, and she positioned herself between them. She continued to work his firm ass, her hands now in a labor of love and lust. Slowly, flattening her hands, she started at the top of his thighs and pushed upward, capturing the flesh and kneeding it as she proceeded, all the wat to the base of his spine. He groaned softly with the sensations. Deftly, and slowly, she dipped one finger in the oil, and traced the crack of his ass with the well oiled finger, lingering slightly at his opening. He again groaned his pleasure at the touch of this most sensitive area. Then she grabbed each cheek in each hand, and slowly spread them apart, opening up the wonders she longed to see, to feel, AND to taste.

Her head dipped, and her tongue snaked out to flick in the valley, finding all the sensitive areas of the flesh there, traversing up and down, searching for his pleasure. His hips bucked when her tongue found his opening, and stopped there to softly lick around it and explore. Gently, her tongue sharpened and probed in to him, and the sharp intake of breath told her he was enjoying this. She spent several minutes administering to his asshole, revelling in the pleasure she KNEW it brought him. One hand found its way up to his tightening balls, and softly massaged them in oil, rolling them in her hands like delicate eggs.

She began to work his front, with the same loving care and devotion she had shown his back. She worked the large chest muscles, his arms, and even the softness of his belly. Slowly, deliberately, she began her downward trip to his swelling cock. Still between his legs, her view of him was complete.

"It looks like you're once again interested in more than massage" she said quietly, watching his cock grow.

She moved him up, propped by the fluffy pillows so he could do what he loved; WATCH. She generously oiled both her hands and began to massage his balls gently.

With a skill she never knew she had, she slowly moved up to his half errect cock, swaying back and forth, waiting. She grasped it in both hands to cover as much skin as possible and began slow pumping motions, her slick hands sliding almost frictionlessly over his cock. He grew harder, and bigger under her work, and she deftly managed his cock to solicite every possible feeling she could. His hips began to move in rhythm with her hands, and she held him still.

And she did, coaxing him, pulling him, bringing him alternately up and down. She started talking to him in a soft, non-urgent voice....all the while working his cock to the maximum sensation.

"I love to beat you off. I get to feel all the sensations in you cock as my hands work it. And I love to watch it, all slick and shiny, watch as small drops of pre-cum pulse out of the tip. I can't decide if I like giving you a blow job, or beating you off more, both are so wonderful, and both make you cum soooo hard. Ooohhh...I love this"

She continued talking to him, knowing his taste for graphic conversation. His heat was becomming unbearable now, and she knew it, and wanted to bring him off, to please him, to be his pleasure. Her work was now intent upon his climax, and she moved her head to within inches of his straining member, talking all the time about his pending explosion, and how she loved to watch it, taste it, be part of-and the cause of-his pleasure.

His balls tightened, his cock swelled beyound even her belief, and with an arch of his back and a loud cry, he came. He shot high, and the first stream splashed against her half open mouth, only to dribble back to his cock head. Gush after gush spewed forth as her hands coaxed the cum from his shaft, in slow strokes and squeezes. The last drops feebly pushed their way out, and he fell back, content. She however, was not. She wouldn't be stopped of HER pleasure, and she dipped her head and licked his saft clean, and her fingers and hands. And he watched in rapture.

Later, just a little later, they showered and dressed. He took her down to the brunch they held at the inn, and the had a nice, relaxing repast. Done, he took her hand. They went back to the room where he told her to dress for outdoors.

"just come with me, luv. You'll see" and with that they left the room to the lobby....

END OF PART SIX

They left on that crisp morning to visit the quaint town the inn was located in. The spent most of the day looking through the shops and stores, giggling and laughing and holding each other tight, as if one could have gotten away somehow. The day was beaytiful, crisp and sunny, and the snow crunched beneath their feet as the walked the streets.

They lunched lightly, snacking on various offerings of the shops around the town, indulging in sweets, and fine liquors, and junk food. If a day had to be created at this juncture for the two, one could have not been tailored better. The town was a tourist trap, and they didn't mind, for it was stocked full of curio shops, antiques, food and drink stops, and mostly what one will find in this typical New England town catering to the tourist trade.

She loved the day almost as much as she lover the previous on, for they were together, and that was really all that mattered. She loved the physical part of their relationship (it seemed they had a battle going, who could pleasure the other more!), but liked as much the fact that they just shared each other also.

The man had left the inn with a package under his arm, and around 3 that afternoon, he told her to "window shop", as he had a small task to perform and he would be right back. She agreed, reluctantly, and he walked down the street. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she followed him a ways, and saw him go into a camera/video store. As she crept up to the window, she saw him talking to the clerk and pointing to the package. The two went into a back room, the clerk returning in a few minutes to his former post, waiting.

She waited another five minutes, and bored, left to window shop. Another 20 minutes went by, and again bored, she sneaked her way back to the shop and peeked in the window.

A big, light fluffy snowball enveloped her head from behind, covering her hair, and wrapping around to parts of her face.

She wirled around and faced her man; he standing 5 feet from her, hands on hips, a huge grin on his face, another snowball in one hand....

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT" she cried, and blasted off in his direction. In one deft motion, he flung the fluffy snow in her direction, spun around and took off. The snowball caught her square in the front, covering her chest in white. Undaunted, she gave chase. He was fast, but she was faster. He ran towards an open park area when she caught up with him, and without hesitation, tackled him. He went sprawling in the snow, face first, and his head acted like a plow, driving piles of snow into his eyes, mouth and nose. She quickly turned him over, and he, sputtering and spitting snow, laughed aloud.

Straddling him, she looked him in the eye and said "Hit ME with a snowball, will you!?!?" and grabbed handfuls of snow and began to rub them in his face. He fought back, though weakly, and then gently pushed her off, and rolled them both in the fresh snow. They arose, laughing 'till their sides hurt. Eventually they brushed themselves off, one to the other, and caught their breath...

She hurriedly followed, and although now quite soaked from the romp in the snow, they continued their shopping spree. She was getting quite cold, as was he, and they decided to return to the inn.

"I have to pick something up first," he told her. "You want to try and follow me again?"

THIS time, she agreed that she would stay put, and in 6 or 7 minutes he once again returned to her, and they left for the inn, hand in hand.

It was late afternoon, and the sun dangled blood red in the sky, swollen and huge, a shimmering red ballon, slowly losing its air. They stopped at the front of the inn to watch it sink slowly under the horizon. They went inside, where the man walked quickly ahead of her, and talked quietly to the clerk at the front desk.

They went up to their room, where it was quickly agreed to that a shower was the next order of business. With the haste of passion, not cold, they quickly removed one anothers garmets and hopped into the shower, where they relished in the steam and the warmth of each other. He washed her, and she him, and they loved it. There seemed no urgency in either, just slow, sensual pleasure at this point. During the washing, she heard a small knock at the doo of their room, and startled, she look into her mans face.

"Not to worry, luv..." was all he offered her in explanation, but she was puzzled, especially when she heard other sounds coming from within the room outside the bath.

Finished with the shower, he filled the tub with steaming waters, where they both laid back and relaxed, just enjoying the warmth. She heard the outside door close.

"Look, if you must know EVERYTHING, what spice is there? Trust me." She nodded in compliance, aglow from the warmth of the tub, and also from the spice he had just added to this dish of the day.

They got out of the tub, and dried each other off. "Now," he told her, "no clothes allowed from this point on until you are told otherwise"

END PART 7

Spread before her, in the middle of the room was once again a repast beyound belief. A large plastic drop cloth was in the middle of the room, covered with another cotton cloth. Mounds of napkins and various "instruments" were placed on either side of the cotton cloth. In the middle, a plate piled high with freshly steamed lobsters sat, their warmth flowing like smoke above them. Two large tubs of melted butter sat on either side, and the whole plate was surrounded with steamers, little necks, the sweetest kind there is. Champagne, one bottle already opened and in an ice bucket, the other waiting, sat to the side, with two crystal glasses begging to be filled.

He took her hand, led her over to the bed, and produced a small leather pouch. Opening it, he produced a small pipe, matches and a film container. He open the small bottle and produced a rather large chunk of blond hashish, which he warmed under a lit matched, then crumbled into the bowl of the pipe.

"Sit close to me..." he said, and lit a new match to the bowl while she pushed very close to him. He drew in a huge toke, put the pipe down, and kissed her. She opened her mouth to his, and he breathed deeply into her lungs. They exchanged the pungent smoke between each other for a few moments, then parted, both exhaling billows of smoke. They both felt the oncoming rush from the powerful hash, and he once again lit the pipe, drawing in another large breath. Again they kissed, sharing the drug. He continued this for several turns, until he was satisfied that they both would have a great buzz very shortly. He packed up the pouch and put it away, for now.

Standing, he took her hand. They went to the supper laid out before them, and seated themselves on the cotton cloth. He took a steamer, and prepared it for her, and held it up, dripping with butter. She leaned back her head, and took the morsel into her mouth, savoring not only the wonderful taste, but also in the way it was provided. They supped, enjoying the feeling of the butter, and the juices of the lobsters on their bodies. They fed each other succulent morsels of food, and drank the sparkling wine. While somewhat tapered by eating, the hashish was taking full effect, and the dinner turned into a special, sensual thing for them both. The was no hurry, no rush, save in their heads, and they took the time to watch, play and relish in the repast. They smeared butter coated bits of flesh along each others lips, only to lick it away. She held up a morsel to her mouth and proceeded to sensually lick it and slowly suck it into her mouth. He in turn did likewise, and the heat they were generating was enormous. He bent and licked small drops of juice from her breasts; she smeared more on them for him to take. The food was at this point a secondary thing, for their bellies sated, they went on to fulfill another hunger.

"A quick shower, luv......." he said breathlessly. She agreed, and the shower was indeed quick.

Returning to the room, heads buzzing with the hashish and champagne, he again produced the pouch, and again filled both their lungs with the firery smoke. He bade her lie down on the bed, and he went to his clothes and produced again the small package, which he unwrapped. It was a video cassette, and he walked over to the TV and placed the cassette in the VCR there.

Grabbing the remote, he returned to the bed and lay down with her, both propped up by the large, fluffy pillows, bodies close together.

"I thought you might like to watch a film, my sweet..." he said, and she quizzically looked at him. He punched the remote without further comment, and the credits rolled. They look very unprofessional, almost home made, as the rolled accross the screen..........

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS????" she said, as the last line showed across the screen.

"Shhhhhhhhh... I'm watching this" he said, and she turned her attention to the TV.

She watched as the credits faded, and a picture brightened in. It was a picture of a large four posted bed, a brown haired woman asleep under the sheets. Within a few moments, she awoke, and streched. A small squeal escaped her lips. She sat up, and looked directly at the camera filming her.

Stoned, very stoned, the woman turned her attention once again to the screen. She watched herself get out of the bed, and strech standing up. The woman on the screen abruply stopped her streching motions as something deep inside her must have shifted. She obviouly liked it.

She walked off camera for a few moments, then returned, looking longingly at the bed, then climbing in it, her head under propped up pillows.

The couple watched as SHE on the screen, slowly spread her legs and raised her knees....THEY watched HER as she slowly massaged her own breasts....licked each nipple. THEY watched as SHE moved one hand down to her exposed pussy, rubbing the flesh there, finding and un-hooding the already swollen clit. The camera zoomed into this wonderous sight, filling the screen with her cunt and hand. THEY watched as HER other hand found its way down to the base of the slickened dildo, slightly protruding from her steaming hole. THEY watched as SHE started fucking herself with the false male flesh, in and out, faster and faster. THEY watched as SHE exploded on the screen...........and as the woman on the screen realxed from her orgasm, the picture faded, and the ending credits rolled...........

He clicked the remote. She looked over at him in wonder, noticing that his cock was now ridged and straining. He obviouly liked the film.

"How did you DO that?!?!" she breathed, hot lava filling her from the inside......

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.........." she whispered, "YOU WILL PAY!" and she bent her head and now watering mouth to his waitng member........

Grasping the base of his cock with one hand, she engulfed the hot shaft with her mouth, plunged until her lips met her fingers, and worked her tongue, lips and throat on his twitching member. He moaned loudly as she worked on his cock, with the skill and love only she could produce. She pulled back to the tip of his cock, slurpped loudly, pulling in the fluids, and plunged once again down his torid shaft, letting the flood of his pre-cum and her saliva fill her already stuffed mouth. Her drawn lips, glistened with the fluids of their mixed passion, slowly pulled back, and off, his ridged cock. Grasping his shaft in one hand, she poured the wetness back on his cock head and making sure he could watch, began to use his member to bathe her face with the gleaming liquids.

He pulled her face to his, and they kisses, long and deep, each drinking, savoring, tasting the other. Slowly he disengaged, and ran his tongue over her lips, in light flicking soft strokes. She went to kiss him, but he held her head with his hands, gently. He continued to lick and touch her lips and face with his tongue and lips, in soft caresses and casual, light licks. In between licking and nibbleling at her mouth, he whispered to her.

"I'm going to do this to your pussy, your cunt. I'm going to eat you and drink you dry, my love, suck you until you explode, and flood my mouth with your passion. Lick you like this..."

And he slowly licked from one corner of her half opened mouth to the other. She moaned loudly as he continued...

"I think you WANT me to lick you there...think you LOVE me to lick and taste you there...." and he reached down with one hand and gently began to stroke her pussy, but just her lips.

"Yyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeessssssssssss" she hissed. Her mouth was half opened, her eyes half closed, her face flushed with passion. She beagan to move her hips against his hand, urging it to find its way from the outside in. He continued to lick and kiss her mouth, and his hand began to open her steaming cunt, in slow, agonizing movements.

He found her clit with his finger tips, and began the lightest of flicking motions on its tip. She graoned in response and her hips once again began to move.

Between the hash and the champagne, they were both flying, and wanted to enjoy the heightened sensations forever this night. They each silently vowed to bring the other to heights heretofor unknown to either of them. Sensual, loving, tender feelings swirled through their minds and bodies. This WOULD be a night to remember!

His hand slowly worked on her slit, bringing small gushes of thick slippery juices out of her opening. He dipped his finger deep in her cavern, slowly removed it, brought it between their lips, and said...

Their tongues danced around his finger, and when they touched each other, began mock sword play with each other. In time, they both licked his finger clean, and he repeated the process. Next, he grabed his swollen cock, squeezed the meaty shaft, and produced a large drop of clear liquid at the tip. He deftly smeared this around his finger, and again brought this glistening digit between their lips. Once again, the two mouths devoured his finger, enjoying the pungent tastes of his fluid and their tongues. Once again, he repeated the process.

He kissed her, deeply, wetly, lovingly, sharing the feelings that they both felt, becoming one with each other. He broke off, and positioned her so that she was lying on her back, head resting again on the pillows. He knelt between her legs, and gently spread them wide apart. He put one hand on her cunt, fingers working quickly, but softly over the folds of flesh there. He looked her directly in the eyes, and slowly licked his lips, making them wet, and ready. He removed his hand and lowered his head slowly to her crevice. His tongue snaked out, beginning the same explorations on her pussy as it had done on her mouth. Slowly, and with great detail, he began to unfold all of her to his tongue, only his tongue; exploring each and all parts of her sex, touching areas there that no man before had bothered (or cared) to explore. He stopped, looked up and said;

She reached down with both hands and spread her cunts lips as far apart as was comfortable for her. He moaned at the sight, and once again dipped his mouth to her sweetness. His tongue, and only his tongue, found new vistas of explorations in her now totally exposed pussy. He began soft, lanquid licks all along her flesh, lingering everywhere, but nowhere at the same time.

Eventually, his tongue found its way to her now extended clit. He worked his tongue in a swirling slow motion, all around the hard button. She gasped in short breaths, moaning with the pleasure he was giving her. He flattened his tongue, and began slow hard licks, the raspy part of his tongue sliding over the hard clit. She shuddered in passion.

He raised his head, removed her hands, and gently but firmly raised her knees. The motioned for her to hold her knees there, up against her breasts, and once again bent his head down.

Using his hands, he pulled her open even more, and gazed in rapture at the sight of her open cunt and exposed asshole. His sharp intake of air told her he loved what he was viewing. Once agian his tongue began its journey of exploration, only this time it had two of the most sensative areas of her body to explore. He began in the crack of her buns, gently licking and slicking the valley between her cheeks.