I was pretty naive and unsure how to make my move, lucky for me, she was not. She said, "can I see your bedroom?" As soon as we got there, she laid ba...k on my bed. Her big ole titties sagged to both sides under her sweater and her legs spread slightly. She reached up her hand, I grabbed it and lowered myself on top of her, my crotch spreading her legs further apart as I fell right into place between them. I could smell some cheap body spray perfume, I wish I could remember the name. Possibly. “Oh Annie, that’s it, just there, don’t stop, please don’t,” she gasped, starting to push the dildo in and out more vigorously, right next to my cheek. Slurp, slurp, slurp went her juices, and flick, flick, flick went my tongue.I could tell from the noises she was making that she was getting close to her orgasm. She began to jerk her pelvis upwards to meet every thrust of the dildo, each jerk accompanied by a short guttural rasp in her throat. I kept up my licking at her clit, though her. I even pressed a thumbtack into my arm, making it bleed. This was exciting stuff, but I knew that what was missing was the torturer.I could not really be cruel to myself, and needed a second person, or maybemore, to add that element of fear to the pain that I thought might give mean orgasm unlike any I had had before. My chance came when I was twenty three years old. I had a job, and livedin a small apartment near the city centre. I knew about bdsm and bondage sexfrom the internet, and had. Patty told me I could cum up inside of her as she was on the pill. I smiled as I rolled us over in my bed.“I am not ready to cum yet,” I said smiling from on top of her.I suckled on her breasts as I fucked her slow and steady. Patty had another wet orgasm as I fucked her. I placed her legs up onto my shoulders. I pounded her pussy till she was begging me to cum inside her.“Not yet, I want to taste you,” I said smiling.I pulled my dick from her wet creamy pussy. Her thighs were wet with her.