Continuation of story "Loving A Grey Mouse" ... started to wash over it, again shortening her breathing with soft moans. I let my mouth wander to the uppermost part of her inner thigh and my tongue ran from there below her softness over the dam - that short area of skin between the soft edges and her warmth - to the other thigh and her breathing and moaning increased audibly while she spread her legs even more and tried to push her lower parts closer to my mouth. Now I concentrated my tongue play there and gave her strong brushings from the warmth to the lower ends of her soft edges. Her excitement increased still more and she said something but wasnt quite coherent anymore. Her eyes had started to glaze over and her face was contorted into a mask of agony - but her body movement spoke different she was rocking her hips on my chest and little whimperings came from her mouth. Now I put my mouth to her softness and let my tongue loose on the outer labia which on a first tongue thrust parted and revealed her inner labia which were fleshy, dark red and only little wrinkled. As my tongue rapidly and with strong pressure roamed her inner soft edges up and down, in and out her whimperings got louder, her panting was frantic now and with a strong movement of arms and shoulders she pushed her softness even more into my mouth. Eventually I put my tongue directly on her personal place which now felt big and fleshy and I circled it with my tongue and rubbed over it and when I rolled my tongue into a little sheath and encircled her personal place with it she went absolutely wild. Her moaning got louder and her breathing was now a series of quick short gasps interspersed with little cries.

Her body writhed very strongly and I had to get a better grip on her hips.

In releasing her breasts I feasted my eyes on her enormous nipples that were dark red and stood like big beans on her small breasts the areola had darkened and bulged out. I got her buttocks into a firm grip and started to suck in her personal place so I could chew it with my lips at which she let out a series of screams which then slowly died away to small whimpers and sighings while a wonderful sex flush of crimson colour quickly spread over her whole upper body. She couldnt see my mouth as it was still buried in her softness but I smiled at her with my eyes and she smiled back and I simply loved that girl. She was so sweet and helpless in the grip of her orgasm and I felt an immense nearness to her, much more even than my tongue in her vulva could signify. A strong wish to please her, to care for her came over me and I continued working with tongue and lips on her softness and personal placeoris.

When she realized that more was to come she gave me a broad grin of happy anticipation which turned to questioning big eyes when suddenly my own orgasm hit me and let me grip her even firmer while I ejaculated a strong hot stream against her back. After a moment of sinking spirit I realized that I could now go on as my feeling of acute love and tenderness got even stronger and I knew that there was a long time to go yet for my next climax, long enough to lift my love to several further orgasms if she was ready for it. I resumed my tongue play and after lifting her hips yet a bit higher for better access to her personal place I put my hands again on her breasts and passed my fingers over her nipples, twisted them tenderly between thumb and forefinger and my tongue now again roamed her soft edges and tried to get as far into her as it could reach. She gripped my hand and kissed it and sucked my fingers and watched what she could see of my face again with mounting pleasure. Soon I was back with my tongue on her personal place and now it was much quicker that she started to gasp and whine and scream. This time I didnt have to watch myself as a new climax for me was a long time off, so I could concentrate entirely on her reactions and I tried to make the approaching next orgasm to last as long as possible for her.

When it came it was a lot more intense than the first time and it lasted much longer and this time she let really go with screaming and writhing. At its peak she gripped my head firmly between her thighs and a stream of ejaculation came into my mouth and changed the way she tasted from slightly bitter to lightly acid or even sweet. The amount of liquid she produced was enormous. My face, breast and shoulders were drenched same as her soft place and back and the bed. While she recovered I kept toying her softness. She said: "Im sorry, I think I peed on you", and I took my mouth from her sweet softness and told her: "No, you didnt - you just had your first ejaculation.

Now dont worry, just concentrate on that wonderful feeling you have and try to loosen up more when it comes again shortly". And off we went again. I just couldnt get enough of her softness, her nipples her contorting face and her ever changing ways of expressing her pleasure and lust and she didnt seem to get enough of my tongue at her softness, her warmth, her personal place and my hands deftly stroking and kneading her breasts, her nipples, her thighs and buttocks. This time she was very quick to climax and she was ejaculating again and her screams of lust seemed like sweet singing to me. When her orgasm started to subside I made an enormous effort with very quick and strong tongue brushings on her personal place and finally I sucked it into my mouth that I thought I might hurt her. But if it did she didnt seem to feel it because she had another orgasm before she had come down from the very last one and to me it seemed endless although it may not have lasted more than half a minute. Then she gasped, "Let me go, please", and I released her on to the drenched bed. She reached for my arms and pulled me down onto her where she kissed me long and deep exploring my lips and mouth with her tongue. She toyed my whole face and ears and finally she pushed me onto my back with surprising strength, crawled on to my chest facing away from me and took my length into her mouth, toying the glans, playing with her tongue around the foreskin that had rolled into a thick roll behind the glans and let her fingers deftly but without hurting me play with my balls. All the while I had that sweetest of softnesses directly before my eyes, hairless, pink with outer labia fully opened and inner labia engorged and red, pulsing with life and lust. Between them her thick fleshy personal place with its tip protruding very visibly from the hood. Her softness looked to me like the most beautiful flower, moving and quivering with the movements of her soft place.

Now I gripped that whole flower in my hand, squeezed it tenderly, and gave it a little pull. At that she looked round at me and I said "Let me put my length into your softness, and please, stay on top and take as much time as you want". She turned round to face me on her knees between my legs. She took hold of my length with one hand and rubbing some of my precum to my glans she pulled back the foreskin entirely, put her index finger on to the glans and carefully swished back the foreskin over the glans so that her finger was halfway covered by it. Thats when I was glad about her short clipped fingernails. Now she grabbed my foreskin between thumb on the outside and index finger on the inside and started gently first to shake my length which caused a very pleasant sensation on the glans and along the shaft right down to the base. She laughed at me and said: "When I saw that thick roll of foreskin I had wanted to do that right away, it feels wonderful as if my finger is a part of your length", and with that she gave it a series of very fast and strong shakes that sent waves of pleasure through my whole lower body. My manhood has always been a point of pondering for me. Not that it gives me any problem to perform - on the contrary, I seem to be prepared all too often.

But then, it isnt too big, rather average I would think with a good sized glans though, and a complete foreskin that normally covers it fully and opens up a little bit only when fully erected. But this fleshy foreskin is very flexible and I can easily retract it to free the glans completely when it is left that way it forms a thick collar right behind the glans and I think that my partners usually enjoy that little extra padding quite a lot.

But my length has another little peculiarity - it has a fairly sharp bend upwards a short distance away from the base.

When I stand upright an erection on me wont be at a right angle or similar as it would normally befit a man of my age it would be sharp upwards and bending so that it is nearly parallel to my abdomen. It does not hurt or give me any other problem but it looks unusual and seems to be the result of something called Peyronie. That, I guess, is the main reason for me to be concerned about my length. But soon after it had developed in this way, a couple of years go, I learned that it is a great G-spot teaser and any woman with a strong susceptibility in that area will find that out right after my length has entered her, especially when she is on top of me in an upright position. None of my partners yet had used my foreskin to shake my length by the ears, so to say.

We both laughed and enjoyed the pleasant sensation this little playfulness gave us. But then play seemed to be over and even in this situation she gave herself that little inward push that I have come to love so much. With a sweet serious expression on her face she straddled me, gripped my "resisting" length with a ring grip around the base and set the tip against her softness. There she brushed it back and forth between her inner labia for a long time as if hesitating to "eat" it.

She moved her hips back- and forward and from her face and the way she handled my length I could see how much she enjoyed to be the active part. I wanted her to keep the initiative and I enjoyed the obvious pleasure she took in her game. She concentrated completely on what she was doing only giving me a little smile of triumph sometimes for which I could have kissed her.

Then - little push again - she slowly sank on to my length relishing every millimeter.

All the while she made some slow hip movements to accommodate the bent shape of my length and from her face I saw how she felt her way with her softness around it until it was all in. Her face had expressed so many feelings during that process that I felt this sight alone was worth anything and it added to my immense pleasure and arousal.

I had put my feet flat on the bed so that my love could find some support with her arms. Now she nearly sat on me with my length inside her and for some time we both didnt move at all. We smiled at each other and enjoyed our intimacy, our exhaustion and our nearness. Then I concentrated on my lower region and sent a strong muscle contraction to my length. Her hips seemed to rock forward, her eyes opened wide and a little scream of surprise came from her opened lips.

I smiled sweetly and she said: "Can you do that again, please?" I gave her one more "shrug" to which she responded with an even brighter smile and with a quite strong contraction of her softness which sent a jolt of pleasure up my body right to the brain. So, without any other movements we engaged in a contest of muscle contractions. Each of my length movements was answered by a softness squeeze. After some time we were both moving our genitals in a very quick rhythm and while I could feel my excitement rise I was far from climaxing whereas she took the full force of my manhood movements fortified by that manhood bend straight at her G-spot. It was a breathtaking sight to see her towering upright on top of me with those tiny dark-tipped breasts on which her now huge nipples were even more prominent, a sexflush covering her body, now glistening with sweat, her face contorted into that expression of agony that I knew so well already, heaving huge shuddering sobs of breath, whimpering and screaming. Now she started to move her hips in slow circular motions and I lifted my hips so she was riding them with her entire weight, pressing my length into her softness to the hilt. When her hip movements got faster and stronger I did the same and we were battering against each other in a fast strong rhythm until we both climaxed which caused her to let out a suppressed yell followed by little screams that slowly died away until we were both still and she collapsed on me and buried her face at my neck, still heaving great sighs until that also died away and we were quiet. What little I might have ejaculated inside her was certainly washed away again by her stream of ejaculation.

My length was still in her softness but shrinking now while I marvelled at that wonderful feeling it gave me to feel the entire length of her body on mine, the movement of her breathing, the heartbeat against my chest, her hip bones pressing against mine, and in my mind the picture of how totally uninhibited and uncontrolled she had just expressed her lust and pleasure to me.

I soothingly stroked her back, massaged her buttocks to which she responded with quick muscle movements, and murmured sweet endearments to her. I felt so close to her and so full of tenderness that I seemed to ache with love.

At the same time I felt what it means to be entrusted by a partner in love with that closeness and vulnerability of such lovemaking with utter abandon as we had just done.

A tremendous elation welled up in my soul and I hoped she might feel similar.

When she finally mumbled into my ear: "I think we have to get up and wash and clean the bed", I said "Lets take it easy for now, well do it later why dont you just go to sleep in my arms right now?" At that she just chuckled, moved down from me to the side of the bed and pulled me over to her where she curled up in my arms and slept the next instant. I woke up from a hand that played with my length. Without interrupting her play she said "I like your manhood when it is so small and soft - like a little bird in my hand. But now its already big and hard again." Kissing me lightly and smiling into my eyes she said: "Not that I am complaining, but are you always ready?" I said "Probably not always but more often than not - especially when I feel your body alongside mine and your fingers fondling my balls and when I remember the sweet odour and taste of your softness, and .....

" - The story, of course, didnt end here it just skipped the preliminaries and started fresh. That was about a year ago and we did have a wonderful time for the following seven or eight monghts.

Rarely or perhaps never have I had a more active and rewarding love life.

I wish I knew if the love we felt for each other also out of bed was a result of that very frequent and intense lovemaking or if it would have developed the same way had we had a more "normal" relationship with less sex in word and deed. Today she lives in another city and has a guy close to her age. But sometimes we do meet which usually starts with either of us calling the other saying: "Have you got time ......?" Oops, I think my phone is ringing!