"Tell me to," I dared him...

"Tell me to." I dared him. My breasts hung against his legs and I so wanted him to hold them again. I wanted him inside me, everywhere, but I was getting off on the looks he was giving me, the power in my hand, the very idea and fantasy that was now real between us.

"Suck my dick, Lindsey." He didn't look to the clearing, didn't look at the gorgeous view. He leaned his head back and breathed his request.

"Say it again," I said. "Demand."

"Suck my dick, Lindsey." That was stronger, better. I felt another gush between my thighs and I slurped Richard's penis into my mouth. It was him, I kept thinking. Earlier in our lovemaking I'd found it difficult to visualize that he was the man inside me. Until this morning I hadn't even seen his face while we were naked. After this morning, it was all true, all real, and as I slid his long manhood over the surface of my tongue, it was a dirty aphrodisiac.

On my knees, it was Richard's penis in my mouth. For the first time, I was going down on him - him, the strongest man I knew. Though by the sounds he made, I thought he would fall over at any moment. His legs shook. His hands in my hair never forced me onto him, never pulled. He was holding my head, thrusting softly, letting me fuck him with my mouth at the rhythm I wanted. And, oh, I wanted. With Nick and other men, this was something I was willing to do, never something I really enjoyed. This morning, I just wanted to give Richard pleasure, wanted to feel this strange and solid body part in my mouth. I gulped a fresh squirt of precum as his cockhead glided against the inside of my cheek.

I swirled my tongue along his veins and kissed around the base of his hairy scrotum. I moaned into his penis and Richard's fingers slid down into the ridges of my ears. It was such a deliberate gesture of affection.

I pulled him out of my mouth and rapidly wriggled my fist over his wet shaft. "Like that?"

Richard said something I'd never heard him say before. "Jesus fucking Christ," he growled.

I pumped him some more and held him parallel to the ground as I licked the underside of his head with my flat tongue. "You want to cum in my mouth?"

"Yes, Lindsey. Oh Jesus, honey."

His hands slid down my head to my bare shoulders as I swallowed him again, letting him ram the back of my throat as I breathed steadily out my nostrils, holding his base as I rubbed his cockhead into my cheeks.

Richard growled again, and then he was panting. "This..." he tried to say. "This is..." He was lost to the world, lost to the endless beauty of nature. I had him, had all of him. He existed in my mouth, nowhere else, and I felt him pulsing, swelling. I pulled him out, just once more, to jerk him off and say through cum-smeared lips, "Cum for me, Richard."

I slid his dick between my lips just as he fired his first ejaculate. It was thick, ropy, dull tasting. I swallowed, letting the next missile slide down my throat. His whole body froze up and he held himself inside my cheeks. I grasped his balls and squeezed gently, letting him cum again and again in my mouth, letting him twist my hair and groan and growl. "Mm," I hummed to him. "Mm-mm," I said, the vibration working its way down his bulging manhood...

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