Then she fell on the couch behind and spread her legs as wide as possible and I had a clear view on her pussy, I wasted no time and went back to sucki...g her pussy, and she started to breath heavily and rub her hands on my hair at the same time pushing my head into her pussy, after a while I replaced my mouth with my fingers and went down to her ass, my favorite hole in her body, I started to lick her asshole and started to go in deeper. ahhhhhhaa ahhha mmmm aaaa… I sucked her asshole for a few. I like touching as I talk with a woman if she is willing. If I touch her I expect to feel soft yet firm flesh on an innocent part of her body, like her arm, shoulder or back. Feeling, perhaps seeing fine hairs, for example, on her arms enhances my interest. Fine hairs on a woman’s belly, buttocks drive me wild with lust. If she allows us to go beyond the innocent touching I will want to touch her more intimately, to kiss her hands, delicate fingers, her neck. Kissing her I will taste her still. She tightened up, expecting the first one. I hesitated, letting the tension build. She relaxed just a bit, and--CRACK--the paddle smacked her left cheek, hard, then again on her right. The holes left neat little circles on her cheeks. Another ‘ouch’ escaped her. Some of the little circles would turn into round welts that she'd still feel tomorrow, which always turned me on and I would have to bend her over. Maybe I would spank her again in the morning, making her sore all day. She begged for. This was a monster cock. it flopped around like an overweight eel and i started to feel hot. damn it made me hot and i knew then that this would be a very good night indeed.... The oil heater began to dance infront of me, its enormous penis beginning to twitch and leap, and fly into the air, then fall again, then fly up wards so high i had to crane my neck which hurt. the penis was hitting the roof! i was getting very wet by now but it was just beginning. a chair beside me began to sprout cocks.