Scene 7A

Bob and Barbara in Cabo.

BOB
(Wednesday 4/5)

Barbara was a tall lady, just a few inches shorter than me. She was solidly built with nice firm padding where it counted the most, topped off with some drill bits which threatened to go right through me. I felt her heat from the bottom to the top.

I told her, "I've changed my mind, Barbara. I don't think you'll survive the night."

She quivered a little and snuggled up even closer. "Well, we'll just have to find out, won't we? Siobhan says you know how to show a girl a good time. On the other hand, I've got almost twice your experience; maybe you won't survive!"

I told her, "They'll have to bury us at sea to put out the fire!"

Seque to her room. With four couples and five bedrooms, there was plenty of choice.

I didn't have to probe her to know what she liked; it was sitting out on top for the dimmest of empaths to feel. Nuzzling each bit of skin, I undressed her slowly.

She was magnificent! Lovely large woman's breasts that sagged a bit from their weight but not at all flabby with broad shoulders to hold them up. She had a blazing forest below, already saturated with her passion. A quick taste showed her to be as sweet as her personality.

Several minutes of the Sorcerer's Grip brought her nipples up fiercely hard, sucking up her large areolae into twin dark-red peaks of fire. I breathed hot breaths on them, attempting to extinguish the fire. It didn't work; she shook and trembled as a sweet climax swept through us.

I led her hands to her breasts. "Milk your tits in my mouth, Barbara! Let me taste your mother's milk!"

Her hands shook as she milked them slowly and firmly, forcing the blood into her nipples. After the third time, I slowly closed my mouth over one and sucked gently.

She shrieked loudly and squirmed as a hot climax flooded us. "Suck me! Suck me hard! Drink my milk, Ceann!"

I sucked harder. We felt her hormones flowing as she remembered nursing Colin and Doug as well as thousands before. She squirmed, panted and climaxed again.

Switching to the other nipple, I sucked hard. Another climax! I tasted a small drop of sweetness; she'd lactated!

Back and forth we went, sharing the drops of joy. Every milky bead she expressed sent a climax through us and we gloried in the pleasure.

Finally we relaxed and shared sweet loving kisses while our hearts slowed down. Fantastic!

She told me, "Aaron used to sample them but it's been at least fifteen years. I think you used some magic there, Sorcerer, I really didn't think that could happen."

"A lot of things are possible when you think of them, Lady Barbara. Tonight we may explore some other interesting things."

We calmed down a bit, got a drink and mopped a bit of the sweat off our faces. I licked a few final drops off her nipples then started Down Under.

Her navel wasn't particularly sensitive but was definitely ticklish. More squirms and some laughter.

I gently pulled her fur with my lips, licked her salty perspiration from her sweet creases and eased further down. A wonderful fragrance greeted me as she willing pulled up her knees and spread her legs. "Lick me, Ceann. Drink from my other fountain and make us faint from joy!"

I did my best. I had to dry out the forest a bit first; that got her moaning, squirming and bouncing her hips at me. "Now!" she told me. "Get your mouth on me and suck my cunt dry!"

I couldn't. The more I sucked and drank, the more sweet woman's syrup flooded out in an attempt to extinguish the forest fire, accompanied by warm releases washing through us. The boiler was lit and the pressure was climbing!

Two then three fingers in her quivering channel brought warmer climaxes washing us more often. When I buried three fingers, she shrieked, climaxed hard and flooded us with fragrant ambrosia.

"Please. Inside me. I need you inside me!"

I slid up and in slowly and gently. She squirmed, bounced, cursed luridly in Irish and came all over me every couple seconds until I was finally buried.

I growled at her, "Missy Barbara! A lady doesn't curse that way, especially to her Ceann! Behold the Rod of Chastisement!"

Long firm strokes built up the pressure even though she flooded us with orgasmic releases every fifteen seconds or so. We turned on our sides and stroked more while hotter climaxes drove our boiler into superheat.

When we rolled her on top, I grasped her breasts firmly and milked them. "Milk! Give us milk!" She shrieked, came hard and sprayed several drops of milk over us.

She tried to ride me hard but I slowed her down. "Slowly, build it slowly and make it last, my love. The wave awaits us and is the sweeter for the wait." She calmed down but kept moving briskly, giving us hot climaxes every few seconds while the boiler was ready to lift a relief valve.

We lifted and rearranged ourselves so she was on her hands and knees. I slid home from behind and pushed her cervix firmly. "The Rod of Chastisement strikes deep. Be warned; it will extract its punishment!"

Two long slow strokes and bumps on her cervix got her coming continuously. I reached around with one hand to a hot breast and got the other on her stiff clit. I milked a couple times, spraying the sheets.

Fluttering my fingers across her clit, I milked hard, stroked deeply and rapidly and held on.