He massaged it very gently, even as the tingling his lips were causing on my nipples spread into me like a warm wave of desire. I was already way beyond any lovemaking I had ever known before. He kept me jangling like that for what seemed like an eternity. Then his head came up, and his hand withdrew. His eyes captured mine, and he sucked on the two fingers that had gotten wet with my pussy cream, licking it too. I groaned to him "Oh Brad, come on, come on.

Unnhhhh." Then he kissed me again, I could taste my cream, and had another one of those little cums. Sitting here writing this, I'm creaming again with the memory.

Then he gently twisted around to get his head near my abdomen, his eyes holding mine, licking his lips. He took a deep breath, grinned with the smell, and buried his head between my thighs, his mouth on the outside of the thong. He sucked, I swear some of the juice came through the panties, as I felt his cock on my cheek. Taking one last look at his gorgeous face about to eat my twat, I smiled at him, rotating my head enough to get the head of his tool to my mouth. He gave a little nod, as my lips surrounded the textured skin of his prickhead, projecting out of the foreskin. I felt the panties start to slide down my legs, and humped my hips to help.

The contact of his mouth with my trimmed, bare pussy was an explosion of ecstacy. He surrounded the whole thing, and his tongue entered me, then moved up to diddle my clit. The rush of desire made me push his member into my mouth, around four inches, while I licked it, pushing the foreskin down. I had thought that might make him push further, but his relaxed, easy pace continued. He made small, gentle movements, so I had room to get even more of that now hard flesh into my throat, knowing he wouldn't make a sudden move. When I did that, his tongue got impossibly deep into my cunt, sort of matching my sucking.

We just lay there making oral love, on and on, the smell my musk and perfume, a little of my sweat. I was rising to a boil, loving the taste of his cock, while he fed in my cunt. There wasn't any pre cum coming from him, but his flesh in my mouth was marvelous. For the first time, I noticed a smell he had, it was musky too, but very male. His tongue was fucking me, getting a long way down inside my vagina, yet somehow still rubbing the clitty. I started to rise toward another orgasm.

He pulled away from me when my hips started really thrusting at him.

He seemed to float around between my legs, his eyes drifting down from my face to take in my body. I could feel a sheen of sweat all over me, and rubbed myself, spreading it around, wanting to look good for him. I still had the stockings on, and I knew from years of studying myself in mirrors I was sensual as hell like this, because my tits were swelled, my cuntlips were too, and my stomach was sucked in from my hard breathing as I undulated. "Oh Brad, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me. Don't you want your beauty?"

That was the first time I saw the fangs. They never get huge, just sharp little eyeteeth. But they hadn't been there before. As he knelt there between my legs, my mind whirled, feeling that anticipation I was talking about. The fever in my body didn't give way to fear, but to want. I wanted him to fuck me and use me however he desired. I heard his murmured "I need you Susan." I know I smiled and reached up for him, turning my head slightly, exposing my neck.

Suddenly, I could feel my jugular vein pulsing there.

After that, the bliss was so strong that few details are clear to me. His cock stroked deep inside me slowly but firmly, it's size not bothering me a bit, I was so wet. As he bottomed on his first thrust, I came fully for what might as well have been the first time of my life, it was so powerful. His body was fully on top of me, and the whirlpool of joyful release closed on me like a vise. It went on and on, fantastic and sweet, enveloping me in a cocoon of wonder. I felt his breath on my throat, and licking. Heat radiated from there as well as throughout my body. He kept pistoning slowly as I wallowed in that cum, making it last and last.

Eventually I came down, but he was still inside, and started to go faster, fucking firmly while I wrapped my legs around his slim hips and met each downstroke. My clit was blossoming, but the echoes of tingling desire were all over me, my titties, my belly button, my asshole, everywhere. In spite of the lubrication inside my twat, I could feel every vein, every inch of his cock, as it pummeled me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it against my throat. My mind was full of realization that this was supernatural in it's pleasure, accepting that he was going to drink my blood, not caring, wanting to nurture him. That idea was just a soft, secondary part of the ecstacy, but I knew. And I wanted it.