quaking and my breathing started to become erratic as I was now fighting back the urge to come with some considerable force. “I spend my whole life in extremes,” I huffed, trying desperately to concentrate on my words and not the mindblowingly intense tongueplay to which my cock was being treated. “I’m always either way to the left… oh nilly that’s good… or way to the right.” I gripped his hair now with both hands and began raising and lowering my hips to match his rhythm, driving my cock in and out of Rich’s mouth like a pipe snake. “And when it swings back one way or the other, it’s not a long… slow… easy… glide. Oh my dear God… Its a great, big, whiplashing gash and crash!” I cried out as Rich’s tearjerking blowjob sent me over the edge.

I came like an untamed firehouse, spewing out stream after stream that shot up over Rich’s head and landed on my chest and lap. “Holy shit,” he commented as my sputtering cock released the last few drops of its load.

I opened my eyes to see Rich’s proud and satisfied face grinning back at me. “Oh my. Good boy!” I praised him as he backed away from my cum-soaked pelvis. “You’re gonna fuck me in the ass now, right?” I confirmed as he backed away.

Casting his eyes to the hardwood floor at his feet and rubbing one hand back and forth across his lean, tanned neck, he asserted, “Well, I was kinda thinking maybe this would just be an oral thing…”

“Honey, I ain’t asking. I’m telling,” I commanded as I stood up and dropped my trousers to my ankles. I turned and climbed into the big cushion of the papasan face first, sticking my ass up high in the air.

Rich hesitated for a moment, then unzipped the fly of his jeans. I twisted my shoulders so I could turn my head around and watch what he was doing behind me.

Out of his jeans Rich pulled a long, slender uncut prick. He stood there momentarily, jerking himself to full arousal while looking around the room through the open doorways at both ends, presumably checking to see that no one was coming.

“Spit on that thing before you put it in me, would ya, tiger?” I directed as Rich eased up behind me, placing his now fully-erect 8” dick near my spread-open ass cheeks.

He hocked one thick wad of saliva into his hand then worked it furiously on and around his hard, lean, pole. Still somewhat hesitant, he bent his knees to line his cock up with my hole.

I reached behind me and curled my fingers around the tip, guiding him into my rectum. At first Rich resisted my urges, but soon he applied a little pressure and the head of his slender prick worked its way past my sphincter muscles and into my ass canal. He only entered me about halfway, and then he just froze. “Um, John…”

“Yes, darling?”

“Could you talk again?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake. You want me to regale you with my thoughts and feelings on life and love while you ass-fuck me?!” I could feel his prick beginning to soften somewhat inside of me.

“Um. Yeah.”

“Okay. Stud. You bet. Just don’t go limp on me!” I instructed while I backed my ass up and wiggled from side to side a bit