Nobody can get me off like my lover, Desmond. He’s about six feet tall and has a muscular build. I love him and all the wonderful things he’s learned to do with his thick, dark moustache. Unfortunately, his job and my studies have put us in separate states for the past few months, so our time together is limited. We compensate by engaging in hot and heavy conversation over the phone. I also send him little surprises — like pairs of well-creamed silk panties. I figure we might as well make the most of the situation.

Last weekend we managed to get together for the first time in a long time. We stayed in a cabin at a state park. What we did there was so wild and memorable, I promised him he’d see it in print someday.

He got to the cabin a couple hours before I did, so the minute I walked in the door he was ready. All the lights were turned out and, except for the soft glow of some candles, we were bathed in darkness. I could smell incense and hear slow, sensuous music. My engine was so revved up that I couldn’t really focus my attention on any of these splendid little details. By the time I got to the bedroom I had my blouse and ski rt off and was unfastening my bra. Desmond, a confirmed tit man who admits my meaty jugs were what originally attracted him to me, sat up on the bed and said, “Hey, save some of the fun for me.” So I kept my bra on as I lay down beside him on the bed. He touched my face gently. We kissed tenderly, and I was afraid he was going to try my patience with a long, gentle seduction scene. I should have known my Desmond better than that.

Immediately after our lips parted he dove for my breasts, nibbling and tonguing my rock-hard nipples through the sheer, black bra. He knows how I like to have my tits handled. He started sucking my right nipple while pinching my left, and I swear I started coming right then.

I pressed my love-mound against the bulge in the bikini briefs he was wearing. I hooked one of my legs around his waist, allowing him access to my pussy. Feeling my wetness, he smiled and slipped my bra off, groping my globes as though he’d never felt them before. I smiled back at him, pulled his face down to mine and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.

My hips started bucking and I could feel my cunt lips parting. I wanted his hardness deep inside me. Within a few moments we had both gotten rid of the rest of our clothes and he rolled on top of me. The tip of his blood-engorged cock quickly parted my dripping bush. I was flooded with joy as his tool rammed deep into my waiting hole. I was still buzzing from the workout he had given my knockers earlier. I could feel a much deeper, powerful explosion building in my twat as he steadily hammered into me.

I tightened my legs around his waist as hard as I could. He grabbed my tits and mashed his face into my soft cleavage. His bristly moustache brushed my nipples while his tongue probed the sweaty, intimate place between my breasts.

I came so hard I lost track of everything. It felt like I had been transformed into one giant wave of orgasmic energy. Just as I started to come back to reality, he started speeding up the powerful thrusts of his cock. Needless to say, I did everything I could to meet his thrusts and force his rod as deeply into me as physically possible. When he came, the feel of his hot juice gushing up inside me sent me off on another ride of ecstasy.

He attacked me in the shower the next morning, and ate me under the warm downpour. He rubbed his moustache against my clit until I came so hard I nearly fell over. That night I gave him the ultimate rubdown. It started as a sensual massage that slowly turned into a lingering handjob, then a slow, incredibly delicious cocksucking. I let his come splash into my mouth.

It will probably be another couple of months before we can get together again, but it is definitely worth the wait.