Offer No Apologies
written by:
Little tommy D.

Offer No Apologies

If I tell you my story, it probably will be more enjoyable to you to know my name so that we can act as friends even though you may not want to be friends with a single, traveling, stock jock. I'm known as 'Tuck,' by my co-workers, family, and friends I left behind. The Tuck is for Tucker, that fits with Tremont so together I'm Tucker Tremont, a thirty-eight year-old career hound who is in the financial industry, specifically, the brokerage side, but I am not a sales person. No, I am a bookish-type known as a Certified Financial Analyst. My job is to vet the stocks of companies for the brokerage sales force. The more comfort I can provide for the sales force by upping their knowledge they have about a company makes their recommendations more on a firmer foundation and leads to greater sales success. One of the perks, or to some, pains, of my job is the required travel to make the on-site review of the physical location and quality of personnel of the company whose stock I am being considering as an offering. My numbers have been way up, my travel more than plentiful, but were greatly complicated by the town where I had previously lived. The availability of flights in and out of the town had diminished since the economic meltdown began as airlines cut back, increased fees, and laid-off crews. To rectify this shortfall in travel accommodations, the company transferred me to my current location and things improved considerably. With more ease in flight times, frequency and more on time landings, I also benefited by having more time for myself to pursue my dreams. Instead of being cooped up in an airport bar somewhere waiting for an available flight that often didn't materialize, I use the newly acquired time to run off the excess pounds that I had put on in those bars drinking beer and eating free pretzels. What I had hoped to accomplish with some of that extra time was to find a companion who could enjoy spending the extra time with me. But, I am having trouble making contacts as I have no network of contacts in this new location.

The park I use is two blocks from my new apartment and the jogging trails are superb. Each trail has metered stopping points with exercise facilities, and the atmosphere is amazing on the trails. I love spending my time there in the fresh, salt-air evenings honing my body back to its finer points that existed before B and P--beer and pretzels.

One weekday recently, I arrived home from my trip to Sacramento before four that afternoon. I dumped my travel bag on the bed, quickly changed to my running togs and sped out the building door, handing the lobby attendant my key. He wished me a good run; I waved, skirted the oncoming traffic and began an easy lope along Path A, the closest Path to enter from my apartment. I usually veered to path B so that I could run the ocean course, watching the sailboats tack near the shoreline, the sunbathers on the beach, and the kids frolicking in the gentle shallow surf. Path B offered another plus to the run, breathing the nice tangy bite of the salt air that added spice to the exhilaration of the normally boring run. On this particular day, on this fateful run, I came upon a vision dead ahead. She had long flowing hair sticking down her back from under the Red Sox cap she wore. When I sped up to run closer, I could determine the color of the hair to be what's called Amber-Blonde in women's magazines. Don't get any funny ideas about my reading habits. On those long delayed flights, I scanned whatever was in the flap on the seat in front of me. The hair color companies advertised heavily in airline pulp and they coined the name so I assume Amber Blonde is correct.

Anyway, my legs were longer and as I was most likely a stronger runner, I caught up with her before the turn to Path B and admired the compelling cheeks of a perfect ass shifting up and down under well-filled, skin-tight pearl grey poly-tec running shorts. The constant churning of those marvelous cheeks was beginning to affect my running gait because it is incredibly difficult to pace yourself properly when your dick is straining to leave your shorts as it is running ahead of you on the trail. As a way to prevent my thoughts from destroying my afternoon run, I sped up, passed her, and turned on Path B, foregoing the exceptionally pleasing eye-candy. She didn't follow, but continued on Path A, the much shorter run. So be it, I thought, just a passing dream and an addition to my list of deflated fucks as so many have been on this same running path. But, I couldn't get this special one out of my head. Those tight grey shorts had burned themselves in my memory and they were flashing before my eyes at each check station as I looked for her to be in one of the stopping points. It was not to be as each stop attracted only wiry, tired businessmen mirroring me. Oh, well. I had suffered another day, and accepted another loss. The hunt goes on, and on, for me. My only salvation of that afternoon was her memory as I closed my eyes in the shower and used my well-trained right hand to accomplish via images, rather than reality, what my dreams had been this afternoon.

The next two days were spent in completing the analysis of the Greenupmount Corporation following my two day on-site investigation of the facility in Boise, Idaho. Greenupmount was set for an A rating. The management was most impressive, the production lines efficient, the morale superior, the physical properties were modern and safe, and the income flow steadily increasing. At a current price of $36.43, it appeared to be a solid steal, and undervalued by not less than $5.00 per share. I filed my report, checked my e-mail for the last time, gathered my armload of crap and headed for the car. I stopped at a local pizza take-out that received high praise by local critics, bought a medium, seven topping, bake it yourself at home. That's exactly what I intended to do after my run. I put it in the fridge, changed to my normal running outfit and took off across the park to the Trail A run. Since it was Friday, I was in no hurry so I eased into a steady lope without straining my legs or my lungs. I was approaching the tunnel when grey shorts cut across the tree line and stepped on the path using the same easy lope. My heart sped up, not from the run, but solely based on the cheeks that fought against the poly-tec tightness restraining them.

In a repeat of my earlier movement as I followed her, I loped behind her again admiring her gorgeous ass, but this time in poly-tec white skin tight shorts with a burgundy tank top also skin tight, however, I had yet to see the front of her to be able to assess her tits. My mind conjured thoughts of her that was embarrassing even to me, the originator of the thoughts. My dick was so caught up in the action that I had to slow somewhat and pull it up to keep it from breaking itself as it fought the snug fitting khaki shorts. I stayed just behind her salivating over her body and my thoughts when she surprised me and took the B trail this time. I followed closely behind, intending to strike up a conversation at the metered station. She sped up, turned at the bend and I lost her behind the grove of heavy fir trees. I wasn't concerned because the trees were so heavy here along the trail; few people ever left the track, so I anticipated jogging up on her at the stop, some hundred yards or so beyond the grove. I was looking to my right when I approached the metered stopping point. I wasn't paying close attention to my surroundings when I was blindsided from my left and propelled from the path, landing in soft pine needles, and sliding some ten or so yards with a body on my back with its arms wrapped around my arms tightly pinning them to my side.

Once the shock subsided, I began trying to flex my arms in an attempt to break the hold of whoever was wrapped around me. The attacker was strong as I was unable to make much headway in loosening myself. I tried to roll over and when I did, I had a female voice in my ear ordering, "Remain calm. You won't be able to break my hold so if you want free, answer my questions. The first one is: Why have you been following me this week? Now answer!"

"I live in the apartment building across from Trail A and I jog after work. You just happen to be in front of me, that's all."

"Bullshit! If that were true, you would run off and leave me. Instead you stay behind and lope along. Why? Tell me exactly."

"Okay, if you want the truth. I'm new in town and I admire your ass and love to follow it. I was going to speak to you up ahead, but you blindsided me."

"Okay, so you like my ass. What were you after? To rape me?"

"Oh, Hell no. I was hoping to make friends and ask you out, but now you've scared the shit out of me so I'm no longer sure about you."

"I'm going to release you. Don't make any sudden moves. Get up slowly when I tell you. Did you understand that order, Mister?"

I didn't answer. I nodded my head until she put a hand on it to stop me. She stood beside me, then backed up about three feet and said, "Now get up. Make it slow."

When I stood, I was able to assess her tits and they were much more than passable, the excitement exciting the nipples that stood at firm attention, but what hit me between the eyes, forcing an audible gasp, was the seal in the mid-point of the shirt between her tits---'Centertown Police Department--Uptown Branch--Lt. Carolyn Dumont.' I pointed to the seal and shakily asked, "You're Lieutenant Dumont?"

"That would be me. I command the uptown branch. Do you have any ID on you? Hand it to me carefully."

I searched the side pocket, withdrew the plastic and handed her my brand new driver's license. She examined me closely, comparing me to the picture on the card, she read the name, the address, and then said, "Tucker Tremont. Welcome to the Uptown District. I offer no apology for my restraining you. This park has had several violent attacks on women so I was taking no chance with you. Don't be so obvious in the future. Make contact first."

"Yes, maam, I certainly will. I apologize for giving you the wrong impression, but I don't apologize for admiring your rear-end." She laughed at my gutsy reply and took pity on me when she said, "Tucker, I like honesty and it doesn't pain me to have an admirer, even if it was only of my ass. So, as a peace offering, what say we dine at seven tomorrow evening? Maybe I can nudge you enough so that you can return to be slightly surer of me. Since I know your address, I'll pick you up the first time around," she grinned broadly and then continued," Be ready, I hate tardiness almost as much as stalkers." Still grinning, she turned and loped back the way we had come. I didn't watch her ass it chewed at her shorts down the trail. I remained there brushing the needles from my shorts as I was mired to immobility in amazement at the swing of the day. Oh, my God, I thought, my hand will get a rest tonight while I prepare for tomorrow evening.

I overbought both the white and red wine, not knowing which she would prefer, hoping to impress her. After I put the white in the fridge to cool, I held the red in my hand and chastised myself for buying either, accusing myself of acting the fool well before it was time to be foolish. I put the rest of the groceries away, and playing the Boy Scout in being prepared, changed the bed, using the best Pima baby blue sheet set that I had ever owned. I scoured my closet hunting the best possible combination of casual clothes that would be both comfortable and impressive, thinking again of being foolish. I spent the next two hours being the maid as I dusted, arranged, straightened, vacuumed, and washed the dishes. Surveying the premises, I pronounced it ready so now was the time to prepare myself. After shaving, I hit the shower and as I stood there dripping, I debated myself about whether I should allow my right hand to wink one off in case I needed it as a buffer for delaying one later, but I shook it off as assuming too much too soon in the game. Little did I know at that stage? I was dressed and ready with fifteen minutes to spare.

I was at the window staring at an elderly woman using a walker as she was crossing the walkway on the corner, shaking her fist at the driver to her right. I have empathy for the disabled because I know the city doesn't give them enough time to clear the crossing before the asshole driver's start honking and cursing them. My musings were broken when my Intra-building unit bell rang. I pushed the button and answered, hearing the lobby attendant say: A Miss Dumont is here to see you. Do I send her up?" I gave him the go ahead and waited by the door. Since I lived on seven, it doesn't take the high speed elevator much time to arrive on my floor. The bell bonged before I could get across from the window.

She was lovely, nothing like the athletic runner of the trails or like the animal police dog she turned out to be. She dressed simply, but with elegant touches of class. I told her so and received a demure smile and a thank you. I told her to call me 'Tuck,' she told me to call her 'Lieutenant,' laughed loudly, and then said, "Please, Tuck, I'd really prefer Carolyn, my name. I never liked the fact that everyone shortened it without asking, so I take the initiative to tell everyone up front as you just did." I smiled and led her to a chair near the window. I asked he about the wine and she responded, "I don't want to refuse, but can it wait until after dinner. I made reservations for us and we need to leave soon. I hope you adore seafood as that's what I chose for us."

"How can one live beside the sea and not love seafood of all types and kinds. I cut my teeth on crab claws to save my Dad the trouble of cracking them his tool. Let's hit the road, Carolyn."

The Wharf Inside, the seafood restaurant she selected was flawlessly textbook seafood savvy. We both had the select platter that contained a sampling of five of their featured entrees, all of which were mouthwatering perfection. Neither of us found anything to be negative toward and lots to be positive over. She cooed that she had wanted to try the restaurant for months, but her work kept her tired and tied down. Her promotion offered her the first hints of free time and she confessed that I was the first person to ask her out in over a year. When I heard that, thoughts of her being hot and horny ran rampantly through my head and brought regrets that I didn't turn tonight over to my right hand earlier today as I had originally intended. Oh, well. Lose a few and then continue to lose a few. I can only hope for deep thoughts to stand in for my right hand.

She opted for the chilled white when we were back at my place. I placed the bottle in the silver bucket of crushed ice, poured her glass, I poured red, clinked her glass and toasted, "Here's to your choice of dining this evening. You could not have done better." She responded with a cheery, "Here! Here!"

We stood by the window oohing and aahing over the full moon peeking down on us, illuminating her earrings and necklace as if they were glow-in-the-dark jewels. When a cloud interrupted, I took her elbow and led her to the couch where we sat awaiting the moonlight to return.

I steeled myself and turned to her saying, "Carolyn, it doesn't take stems of wine to fuel my desire to request a taste test of you. It only takes a nod of your head, nothing else." She stared at me for a fleeting moment and then leaned forward so that I could kiss her. I started with a gentle bump of her lips, backed off, sat my glass down and put my hand at the back of her head and gave her a passionately long and deep kiss, nibbling her lipstick at the time. She put her glass beside mine, wrapped her arms around me again and kissed me back, holding my arms against my body once again, but tenderly and with compliant release this time around. Confidence surging, I took her in my arms and pulled her closer to me and nibbled her ear, kissed her neck, her cheek, her eyes, and then back to her lips.

While still in mid-kiss, I was shaken to the point of a quick, shallow internal jerk when I felt her unzipping my pants. I scooted forward slightly giving her effortless access to the zipper and I abruptly comprehended that the fly was fully open. I felt her hand probing inside the fly, moving the opening of my boxers aside and easily tickling my balls with the tips of her fingers. She leaned against me again and kissed me lightly on the lips, whispering, "Tuck, yesterday before I tackled you, as well as when I had you in my grip, I was fully aware of your arousal. I became aroused when I saw your hard on sticking upwards in your shorts where you had moved it. I don't miss much, Tuck. The day before, I saw your dick leading you past me and that's one reason I took a different trail. I might have waylaid you then, but shook it off. But here in your place with the enticing moon shining down on us, it's a different story for us. So, drink up and let's enjoy it."

Oh, man. That was easy for her to do, but for me, her left hand still wrapped around my dick was creating major setbacks in my ability to sip my drink slowly. Her hand manipulations had brought me to full length now, my right hand was showing jealousy, and she continued to gently, yet slowly run her hand up and down my shaft, occasionally bumping against the corona of the head causing me to pucker my asshole to keep from Cumming. Without a pattern or a warning, she would pull her hand all the way down and use her little finger to nudge my achy balls. I was so antsy that when I squirmed a few times and sat farther up on the couch, she disappeared to the floor in front of me. She had both hands encircling my dick now, and when I looked down, she looked back at me and said, "Its lovely, its firm, with the added benefits of being big and wide and long also. When she finished that sentence, she ran her tongue at the eye in the head and drew an involuntary mournful groan from deep inside me. She gave the shaft severe several jerks, a kiss on the head, and then surprised me by putting it back in my pants and zipping hem. She stood and dropped back to her seat beside me on the couch, kissed me again and whispered softly, "Tuck, I will approve of your equipment with reservations based on a heretofore untested review. If you are ready for testing in order to have all reservations removed, then it's time for me to give a complete test. Drink up! Refill the glasses and head to the testing grounds." She winked, reached over and patted my covered, but still standing dick, handed me her empty wine stem, slid to the edge of the couch, stood, and began a slow walk to the visible bedroom. I didn't hesitate. I never knew I could fill wine glasses so swiftly. I followed behind her, imagining her cheeks fighting under her slacks.

Once inside the bedroom, I guided her to the bathroom. I was turning the covers down when I told her, "You go first, Carolyn. When you come out, look to your right. There, you'll find the right hand side of the closet is empty. Hang your clothes there. I'll join you shortly." She left for the bathroom so I went to the second bathroom, took a leak, washed my hands, used the bottle of mouthwash, and went back to the bedroom to undress. Once undressed, I dropped on the right side of the bed, completely naked, stifling a return of the hard on, and waited.

She came to me carrying her wine stem and a small bag. She sat both on the nightstand, and stood by the edge of the bed beside me. She bent forward so that I could kiss her. With my lips on hers, I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her down on top of me. This kiss had more passion, more tongue, and more groping than the ones on the couch. I had my hands in the crack of her lovely, tight ass fingering the cord that ran through it and all I could envision was the feel of wicked sex. It was to be the feel of sex that was to be slick, to be smooth, and, to be wet to my touch. I marveled at the display of her magnificent body. Her 34-inch bust stood tall, displaying striking hot pink nipples pointing to the wall over my head with amazing fifty cent-sized matching aureoles that screamed to be sucked. After filling my eyes with her way more than passable beauties, I have added them to my watch list with a ranking equal to that of her ass. She was wearing a pair of miniature thong panties that missed the test of covering her amber-blonde bush; the thong was black in color with tiny brilliant red roses at each hip. I took her enticingly plump tits in my hand and the firmness was unbelievable. Peaches popped in my head, soft, but firm, pliable in my hands. I squeezed her closer and engulfed the left one in my mouth. I let it rest on my tongue, savoring the taste, the feel, the warmth. I began sucking gently on it as I took a grasp on the panties and slowly rolled them down below her hips, letting them rest on her thighs. I moved to her right tit, circled my arms around and clasp an ass cheek in each hand. I massaged each one tenderly, sneaking my fingers into her crack and running them up and down as I sucked the nipple on her tit. I paused and whispered, "Ummmm! This is much better than my dinner this evening. Far better than I expected."

Her reaction was quickening, her panting had become explosively heavier, and her abdominals were tensing intensely. I pulled the panties to her ankles, lifted each leg, removed them, and put the panties under my pillow as a souvenir of the evening. Rolling her closer to me again, I aggressively kissed her navel and rib cage as while massaging her tits and nipples. I roamed to the lovely, bushy pussy and stuck my nose inside as I sniffed her aroma, an aroma so titillating it caused my dick to involuntarily vibrate and my balls to shrink, as my dick clawed for release from the pressure against of the sheets. I turned Carolyn over, gently pushed on her back, pulled her hips upward and I put my tongue in her crack of her ass, licking the full length as she groaningly shuddered. When I hit the bottom of her crack, I flicked my wet tongue against her asshole, ran it in circles and stuck it in the hole as far as I could enter it. I muttered to her through my kissing, "See, Carolyn, I wasn't kidding, I do love your ass." She was gasping and firmly clutches the pillow in each hand. I sensed she was entirely ready, as ready as she would ever be. I rose, and in a sudden surprising move, she grabbed me around the arms and began sucking my firm pointing tit. It was a strange but extraordinarily sensual act. As she sucked it, I was running my hand between her legs, feeling the heat and the wetness. I ran a finger down inside her pussy and collected the wetness on my finger. As she lay watching me, I sucked my finger and whispered, "You have the best aroma and taste I've ever encountered." She ohh'ed at me. I ran the finger again and stuck it in her mouth, giving her a taste of herself. "Am I right about the aroma and taste?' She nodded as she tugged me downward on the bed. I hesitated and reached the nightstand and flipped on the pre-set radio playing delicately muted instrumentals. I moved her upwards; lay her in the middle of the bed, dropped to my knees and scooted upward between her widely spread legs.

I grabbed the pillow she had hugged, lifted her by her hips and placed it under her beautiful, malleable ass. I swiftly moved, positioned myself up between her legs and put my face even with her visibly wet glistening pussy. I used my index fingers and gently parted the lips so that I could enjoy the glowing, alluringly bright pink labia. I quietly praised her coloring, told her that it was beautiful, that her vulva was unequaled, that her Mound of Venus stood breathtakingly appealing. I piled on the compliments until I realized I was overdoing myself once again. I consciously made a decision to start tonguing at her perineum just at the border of connection to her asshole, continuing upward until I reached my goal, her clit. The slow progression of my tongue toward its ultimate target had her squirming, wriggling, and gasping impatiently as attained my goal and proceeded to give her clit an enthusiastic exercise inside my lips. When wisdom warned me she was rapidly reaching her peak, I moved away, scooted back up, took her hand to my wavering dick, prodded her to rollover, and suck its length. She swiftly responded, worked to give it a few hardy jerks before she moved her mouth down its length and had her chin bouncing against my shrinking balls. The warmth of her mouth on my dick, the movement up and down was mesmerizing me as I once again let my thoughts drift to her ass. I could have remained in that lock forever with her softly plying her mouth on my dick and holding my balls in her strong, but delicate, soft hands. I unwearyingly waited until I was dangerously near a climax. When I identified that feeling, I pulled, moved her head up, rolled her over and put her ass back on the pillow. I kissed her pussy several times while playing my tongue in the flowing juices. I eased the swollen purple head of my dick in a resting position in her lips at her entrance point, lovingly eyed her unmoving, waiting patiently for her to instigate penetration. She stated into my eyes, began vigorously nodding and shouting to me, "Yes, Tuck. Oh, my God, yes! Do me, and do me at this minute."

With her permission, I penetrated her wetness slowly, listening to the music and moved ultra-slow until I met the rhythm and joined the beat of the drum; I instantly established the rhythm and began thrusting briskly in time with the ever increasing drumbeat. Carolyn was silently mouthing, 'Oh, God, Tuck. Oh, God,' as I continued the rhythmic non-stop fucking using the same methodical thrust with each stroke. She almost instantly went into violent spastic responses. I bent forward without missing a beat and grabbed her right tit in my mouth. I was spirited in my sucking as she reacted to my steady fucking as she twisted, constantly bucked, uttering desperate gasps, and multiplying her muttered, 'Oh, God, Tuck's' to a higher pitched level in my ear. I in no way slowed or stopped my fucking throughout her entire orgasm. I goaded myself to amplify my strokes in advance of the music and within seconds, my balls painfully constricted, swiftly moved upwards, and my unpreventable climax was overcoming me. I willingly withdrew before I permitted my dick to start spewing its Cum; Carolyn became aware of my impending spurts and grabbed my dick. She directed its spewing to her face, both tits, her amber-blonde pussy hair and to her abdomen. She urgently jacked my dick in an attempt to drain more and more cum out. She used her other hand to spread the cum across her tits and face, licking her fingers between wipes, She deliberately swiped a finger load and stuck the finger in my mouth giving me a first taste of my own cum. It in no way compared with the taste of her pussy juice, believe me. I stayed in a kneeling position with my dick above her abdomen, admiring her dedication in seeking more cum. When she accepted that the dick was empty, I lay beside her and casually fingered her damp pussy, feeling the warm wetness that remained after a fabulous first fucking experience. We kept holding each other until she whispered in my ear, "Tuck, we need to have another glass of wine before Act Two."

I pulled Carolyn from the bed, put my arm around her waist and led her back to the living room. The moonlight permeated the entire room and bathed our bodies in a ghostlike bluish hue. She stopped when she realized that the apartments across the street had a straight-line perfect view of our naked bodies. She gave me an inquiring look and I laughed, saying, "I don't know them, they don't know you or me, so let them eat their hearts out. If they're alone, seeing us will probably inspire them to jack off while thinking of our bodies. Just imagine, you get fucked by more than one mind tonight."

"Hey, I'm a cop remember. I get mind-fucked on every case. I'm used to it," and she laughed as she poured the wine stems full again. We sat at my kitchen table snacking on a selection of cheese cubes and butter crackers as we sipped our wine. She winked at me and whispered, "I'm ready for Act Two if you are, Tuck." I nodded, took her hand and asked, "You're not planning on leaving me are you? Tomorrow's Saturday so there's no reason to leave unless you just have an urgent yen to get away."

She smiled and squeezed my hand and said, "I was waiting for the invitation. Of course, I'll stay. I'm comfortable here now. Thanks for asking." She stood and poured the last of the wine in our glasses, we turned the light out and returned to the bedroom. We both took a sip; she sat on the edge and lay back in the bed. She was fondling her pussy, tickling her clit, and the expression on her face told me she was having an enjoyable moment to herself. She jerked up, rolled toward me and softly confessed, "Tuck, that's how I have masturbated myself since my freshman year in my rural high school. It made me happy on cold winter nights and thrilled me in the orchard when the season was warm. Do you jack off frequently?"

"I never thought I would ever be in a conversation with a beautiful woman where we discussed masturbating instead of fucking each other. But, to answer your question, since I moved here six months ago, my right hand has been my only girl friend. The first day I followed you, I filled the shower with visions of your naked ass when I got home. Hannah here was as pleased as punch and my dick jerked with joy at the vision of you." She smiled broadly at me and suggested that we play games in Act Two taking advantage of our own method of pleasure followed by an energetic endgame to cap the evening. I hesitantly considered it and gave in to the pleading look on her face. My agreement brought a brightening smile when she said, "I want to start on myself now in a position where I have a close view to observe you jack yourself off kneeling between the knees of my spread legs. So, I'll stretch out here and when I'm settled, if you would get in position, we can later advise each other of any way to improve our technique."

I responded in a low monotone, "I have a suggestion already, it' better to fuck than jack-off."

"Yeah, but variety is the spice of life remember and it's not every day you get to watch a woman give herself pleasure. Be honest again, have you ever seen it before?"

"Only in the porn films. You're right. Just the thoughts of your finger fucking yourself are giving me a boner.

I shut up and followed her lead as I kneeled between her legs. She rose and fondled my balls while I diligently worked on my dick. Just the idea of what we were doing was exciting me and within a few minutes I was fully hard once more. I grasp my dick in my hand while she leaned her head between her legs, concentrated on working her fingers in and out of her pussy while squeezing and rubbing her clit. I was breathing harder and harder as her fingers worked at exposing her blaming pink labia and the entrance to her inside treasure. Her eyes were glazed, but intently focused on my dick, while my eyes remained staring directly at her glowing wet pussy as she worked herself into a frenzy of urgent poking at her clit. My arm was acting like a piston, driving my trusty, familiar right hand back and forth down the shaft of my dick, bouncing against the head, urging it to complete the trip and reach another powerful Cumming event.

I was thinking that three, four minutes was all it took for me and I knew it wasn't entirely my doing. The motivating sight of what Carolyn was performing on herself was enough to pressure my mind to lend assistance in my ultimate ejaculate event. I understood the incident feeling deep inside my gut and balls and knew what was coming would be an eminent and understanding fulfillment of our combined playtime encounter. I purposely guided my hand to rapidly hit the underside ring on the corona of the head of my dick and when I did, it blew my cum on top of her hair, her back, and the waning dripping dribbles fell on her pussy at almost exactly the same time that Carolyn screamed my name, grabbed me around the hips and gasped, "Oh, my precious Lord, Tuck, it was all a brilliant climatic ending for both of us."

She looked back down at her vaginal opening, lapped the juices on her finger, stuck it in my mouth and attempted to wipe my cum from the hair above. She lay back and panted heavily, a broad smile on her face when she opened her arms and encouraged me to fall on her supine body. We kissed strongly before I penetrated her again. As I slowly stroked her pussy, I fondled her right nipple with my tongue. I grasp her at the hips, slowly rolled her on top of me as I lay on my back. I stuffed the pillow under my ass this time and she took over the fucking, timing her ups and downs with a different song with a less frantic beat. We fucked that way for more than ten minutes when I managed a weak third round of cum spurts, this time inside her pussy. She stretched along my body, we jointly rolled to the side and I left my dick inside her while we held each other tightly. She whispered, "Tuck, and don't let the night end, please. Do it for me."

We fell asleep glued to each other's groin.