Abandonment
 mf oral f-solo

"Spare me the pretentiousness, just give me the details," she muttered
breathlessly, her eyes closed, brow furrowed, head tilted to one side so
hard the tendons shone in her neck. Sara masturbated--not furiously--but
with pure lustful abandon, while she sat upright on my so-oft-used sofa. I
sat as close to her as I could, not wishing to disturb her lustful chore,
watching her hands move above her crotch. The warmth from her body easily
permeated the thin pair of shorts I wore, and spread from my groin
throughout my body. Sara's nipples looked as hard as my own felt.

"C'mon, Jeff, don't stop now...tell me more...please."

I leaned in close above Sara's bare shoulder, which I kissed, and eased my
hand along her silky inner thigh. My lips opened into her waiting ear:

"Una's mouth was by far her most exquisite feature...not only because of her
unsurpassed fellationary skills, but because it was, simply, a beautiful
thing. Full lips, rounded, of a dark color--pinkish magenta is the best way
I can describe their color; the very same color your clit is right now, when
it is...erect, aroused."

I felt Sara's shudder...or was it mine? At any rate, the muscles in her
thigh were dancing under my hand.

"Tell me how she sucked your cock."

"She told me she lived only to suck cock. She believed in a god, one of the
very old gods, Priapus, most likely, who created people with all-consuming
passionate natures, each with its own particular purpose, with latent talent
which would explode after puberty directly into that purpose. Hers was to
please men orally. You know I'm not much for this New Age stuff,
but...her...um...religious fervor could've converted John the Baptist."

Sara smirked, then sighed, never opening her eyes. My own eyes were drawn
like a magnet to her hands, her busy hands.

"What's 'New Age' is really 'Old Age,' Jeff.... Now *please* tell me what
she did do you, with her beautiful mouth!"

"It was an extraordinary thing. I had thought I was fairly well-experienced
before I ever met Una; I'd had my cock sucked numerous times, by women (and
a few men) who were fun, enthusiastic lovers. Let's face it (did Sara catch
the pun?), fellatio is probably *the* most common sexual act, in sheer
number of times performed. I didn't think it was a thing a person could not
be easily proficient in, if they chose.

"With Una--she made it a science, a science one could bloody well revel in,
as opposed to a coldhearted, impersonal discipline. She combined that
religious quality into her science, until science and religion were one--a
psycho-spiritual cock methodology, an Einsteinian phallicism, applied. God
was it ever applied!

"But you want the gory details, don't you, my love?" I breathed into Sara's
ear. She nodded, and I kissed the tendon standing proud in her neck.

"Just so.... One of the first times we were in bed together, enjoying the
feel of our mutual caresses, she asked me if I wanted to fuck her mouth. As
I recall, she asked, then she demanded that I do so. My cock twitched up at
her words, and she ran the tip of one fingernail from my balls to my piss
slit, which was suddenly oozing preseminal fluid that hadn't been there just
seconds before. She wetted her finger, brought it to my lips, and pressed
her own lips, luscious things, against my mouth, with her sweetly wet finger
spilling its contents into both our mouths. A lingering kiss to remember....

"Then, Sara, Una laid herself on her back crosswise on the bed, with her
head hanging down off the edge, only her shoulders were supported. I watched
as she licked her lips; I had stood up next to the bed, at her instruction;
now I was looking down at her face, her chin pointing at me, her long snake
of a tongue circling her mouth...and my eager, throbbing cock inches away. I
had read of such things in books....

" 'Una, I don't want to hurt you...are you sure you want to do this?' " I
pictured myself overcome with lust, my hips pumping uncontrollably, stabbing
my cock deep into her throat, while Una gagged and choked around it. Not a
pleasant picture--I pushed it away.

" 'Jeffrey, I've done this before, more times than I can count. I *enjoy*
it...and I trust you. Look, ' " she said, chuckling, " 'here's proof of my
assertions,' " and so saying, she dipped a finger deeply down into her
vagina, and brought it up, dripping and glistening with her secretions. I
caught her wrist in my hand, and brought that finger to my mouth, closed my
lips around it, and sucked it, slowly, until I could no longer taste her
fluids. She allowed this, making a noise in her throat like purring...a
purring tigress. My balls were tight against my body; I had to consciously
relax. She was smiling. Arms reached up, hands took hold of my hips, guiding
me down till I was kneeling, my cock-head brushing her lips lightly as it
pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I felt her snake-tongue tip flick the very
end of my cock, flick it hard--jesus christ Sara, it was like sticking my
dick into an electrical outlet--in a good way, of course. I couldn't
suppress the gasp and shudder that went through me, and Una moaned. Her
breath cooled me where her spittle had clung; a feeling both soothing and
arousing.

" 'Now, Jeff, fuck me, fuck my mouth.' " Una completely relaxed her neck,
and with her hands still on my hips, she eased my cock into her tight throat
until my balls fell naturally against the bridge of her nose. I could do
little but let her hands guide me--I couldn't think, I was afraid to fully
feel what was happening, (have you ever noticed, Sara, that vast underground
cave of fear that seems to accompany all powerful sexual experience?) lest I
go insane with pleasure--but feel is just what I did. My whole body
trembled. Her mouth and the flat of her tongue swallowed me repeatedly, as
she moved my hips back and forth, slowly, more slowly on the egress than the
ingress. Christ, she sucked--she pulled me into her, inch by inch, I felt
her tongue travel down the underside of my outrageously hard cock until it
was lost deeper into her throat; a brief pause, then traveling backwards,
upwards, she still kept that incredible suction alive inside her mouth; all
along, just a bare hint of teeth, a tease, the slightest grazing of their
hard surface against me. Every few seconds my breath would be
expelled--ungh!--in a gasp.

"Sara--"

"Oh shit Jeff, don't stop now!!"

"Sara...look. Don't stop what you're doing, just look."

I eased back a very short distance, raised my ass off the couch slightly,
and promptly lost the shorts I was wearing. My cock was straining away from
my body, every bit as hard now as it was so long ago when I fucked Una's
throat. Sara turned, and I felt her body relax; she turned her eyes on my
cock, and I swear her mouth watered; she wiped away a drop of saliva with
the back of her hand. Her eyes had that hooded lustful look I madly adore. I
grabbed her wrist before her hand fell back between her open legs, and
sucked the love off each of her fingers (just as I did with Una), the
aromatic liquid that cooked and bubbled like lava between her thighs. Sara
didn't remove her gaze from my cock; her lips parted, and I knew what she
was going to say before she said it:

"Jeff...let me--"

"No, Sara.... I'll have my pleasure, but first you're going to have yours.
Don't you want it...very badly...? She collapsed against me, and I felt more
than heard her "yes...." I held her delicious body while we kissed those
soul kisses that reach down to the toes and up to the top of one's head,
where one has no idea of time passing, or even that there is such a concept
as "time."

"Time, Sara...time...I'll fuck you now." She groaned, and her groan ran into
these words: Yes, baby...fuck me good...hard...please fuck me!

I got on my knees in front of her, bringing her pelvis down to meet mine
(never purchase a couch without giving it that crucial knee-to-groin
measurement!) I put my hands behind her knees, eased her legs back and
apart, and watched her cunt unfold, opening itself to me. She was shiny wet,
warm and slick, with the tip of her clit shyly peeking out from beneath its
hood; I let my cock find its own way inside her as we both watched. We
moaned in unison at first contact; I began a steady rhythm of classic
fucking, sinking in her to the hilt, pulling nearly all the way out,
massaging the clinging, velvety hot walls of her cunt. Sara gasped, moaned,
pulled at my nipples, pulled at my ass, while her cunt sucked my dick like
the live thing it was, muscles grasping me, trying always to pull me forever
deeply into her.

"Oh shit Jeff...oh fuck...fuck...fuck me harder, baby, harder...."

I fucked her harder--who could ignore such a plea? Leaning down close to
her, I breathed into her ear again:

"You turn me on so fucking much, Sara...I love fucking your hot sloppy wet
cunt, watching your tits jiggle while I slam my cock into you...hearing your
moans, and all the sexy sounds you make."

All the while Sara whimpered "yes...yes," which turned me on even more,
inspiring me to fuck her in a way which would give her the maximum pleasure
possible.

Sara's hand crept down towards her crotch, till her finger found and began
massaging her clit, which I knew must've been aching for attention. The
sight of her hand pleasuring her clit as my cock pumped in and out of her
was enough to drive me to distraction...but I didn't want to come yet, even
though my balls ached for release.

"Sara...I'm going to come soon...I'm going to drive my cock as deep in you
as I can, and the sperm is going to gush out of me...."

Her finger flew faster over her clit, and, just as I felt her cunt open up
way down deep, she gasped "Oh shit Jeff, I'm gonna come...!" I groaned,
holding on tightly to her as she thrashed helplessly, deep in the throes of
her pleasure, her cunt reflexively milking my dick, her face contorted while
great gusts of breath escaped her lungs. I eased my thrusts somewhat, and
after a minute or two her hand fell away from her sensuously ravaged pussy;
she brought her hand to her lips, and sucked her come and my preseminal
fluid from her fingers. She watched me watching her, and smiled. My cock
felt steely hard, on the edge of bursting, balls swollen and tight.

"Oh god baby...I can't wait any longer...I can't...."

Words seemed incoherent; slow motion took over, my hips jerked hard back and
forth, back...and forth...then slammed forward one last time, as my dick
leaped inside Sara, and I shuddered as my come streamed out of me, into her.

We held each other for a long time, all the tension drained from us, we
enjoyed the feel of each other's body, and wallowed in pleasant satiation.
In the room, the scent of our sex was everywhere, and I thought, it would be
fine by me if that aroma were a permanent feature of our abode. We kissed
and touched all the fleshy, warm parts of one another; Sara pinched and
tweaked my nipples--something which always sent a shiver of sensation
straight from nipples to cock--and within seconds I was something other than
flaccid.

"It's so goddam good with you baby...so good. I love you, Sara."

She smiled, and pulled my head down to where she could kiss me, and another
timeless moment passed. "I love you too, Jeffrey," she whispered finally,
"except...."

"Except...?"

"You never finished the story, the cock-sucking story about you and Una."

"Ah. Indeed...perhaps that's best left for another, uh, time."

"But Jeff...I *am* curious, and not only because it was such a wonderfully
sexy story...."

"Hmmm," I said. I had gradually eased my body down until I was sitting on
the floor in front of Sara, my face very close to her oh-so-warm, wet,
fragrant cunt. She was a bit red and puffy around the vagina, so I kissed
her there, lightly, gently, using my lips only. She sighed.

"I hope I haven't made you sore," I said.

"Kiss me and make me better...."

Sara laid back on the couch, letting her legs fall open, bent at the knees.
I traced the lines of her pussy with my index finger, up the right side,
down the left, circling her clit briefly, then easing my finger inside of
her. She was hot as a furnace, and sticky wet with both my come and her own.

"I love your cunt Sara, I love your smell, your taste...everything."

While I held her pussy open with my hands, I licked Sara using the tip of my
tongue from her cute pinkish brown asshole (which tasted deliciously spicy)
all the way up to her clit, which was hard as a pebble against my tongue;
then back down to her ass, up and down, over and over. She began melting
inside again, and I tried to inhale and ingest all that seeped from her
delicate flesh. I licked, sucked, and kissed everything between her thighs,
until those thighs shook and danced with desire, with little thought other
than my own desire to please her. At one point I looked up at Sara's face,
and found her sucking her fingers as raptly as an infant sucks its thumb,
while her other hand busily tweaked a nipple. But, I soon closed my eyes
again, as lost in pleasing her as she was in being pleased.

There was a time when Sara lifted her hips in rhythm with the thrusts of my
tongue, and her body convulsed all around me again, while I kissed her most
sensitive places. She cried out her pleasure, until her cries subsided to
moans, then to long soft exhalations. Her cunt had turned into creamy
delight; and I thought to myself, looking down at her woman's body, here is
another grand story to tell, on a rainy, soaking wet day.