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As usual though, Musicman came to my rescue and made me feel much better. We spent sometime doing chores together, like bathing our poor old dog and vacuuming the pool. I love to vacuum the pool, I find it very soothing. We even actually spent some time in the pool. I floated around on the raft while Musicman played with my swimsuit and exposed and explored parts of me that never get to see the sunshine. That distracted me pretty effectively. As darkness fell we sat and watched the fireflies until the skeeters decided we would make a good snack. We then adjourned to the house, he to the shower and me to the bedroom.
When he came in the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around him I was lounging on the bed. I did not stay there for long as he had ideas on how to really make me feel better. He pulled me up off the bed. Before I knew what was happening I was facing the lounge and bent over with my sundress flipped up about my waist. I barely had time to brace myself with my hands before I face planted right into the lounge.
Smack, aahhhh, the flogger. That's sure to make a sad faerie happy in a hurry. He proceeded to warm my backside. I'm not great at staying still and would occasionally start to sink at the knees, he fixed that by smacking my thighs everytime it happened. That was quite effective in straightening me back up. Then I started to sink at the elbows, now wanting to face plant into the lounge. I don't know how long it was, before he grabbed my hair and pulled me upright against him and said something about needing more.
I don't actually remember, but I must have said yes cause back over I went. Smack, smack, smack, smack went the flogger, at some point he repositioned me. I was still standing bent over the lounge, but my legs were now spread wide giving him easy access to the lady parts. Oh, yes please, I love, love, love the flogger applied to the lady parts.
Everything becomes a bit of a blur after that and I have no idea how he does it, but I would swear the man has more then two hands. I remember hands pulling and pinching my nipples, hands exploring the freshly flogged lady parts, and the flogger still in action. Obviously that's too many hands for just one man, but that's how I remember it.
I remember his tongue invading the aforementioned freshly flogged lady parts. I remember sailing through the stars and watching the fireworks burst in beautiful colors all around me. I remember feeling my bones melt right out of my body. I remember touching heaven, several times, before bursting into millions of tiny little pieces. Floating gently in nirvana, not a care in the world, nor even an awareness of the world past my own nerve endings.
I remember being pulled up and turned around and pushed back down, face level with his beautious cock, mmm...yummy. He was just being a tease though. He only let me taste briefly before I was again turned around and bent over to receive that wonderful hard cock. I was so ready at that moment, I needed to feel him in me so badly. I would have begged if I could have formed enough of a thought to make my voice work.
Several orgasms later I was so relaxed and yet so turned on still that I didn't even blink when he said he was gonna fuck me in the ass. I don't do anal well at all and usually tense up if he says anything along those lines. Didn't happen this time though, I started to tense a bit when I felt him first start to breach the back door. I very vividly remember the thought "breathe" go flying through my head, so I did, and I stayed relaxed, shoved myself backwards even to take more of him.
I honestly don't know why it worked so well this time, but boy howdy did it work. I'm going to assume that since he was buried deep in my ass, it was his hands I was feeling stimulating the lady parts. I remember later telling him that if I get any closer to squirting without actually squirting I will die. But oh, what a way to go. La Petite Morte, indeed!
I just layed where I collapsed on the lounge, drifitng in the post orgasm haze, while he cleaned me up with a towel. Good thing he did, cause I would not have been able to reach all the cum he sprayed over my back and butt.
I rested and recooped while he cleaned up and got a snack. Such a great guy I have, I was laying in bed where he eventually joined me. He rolled me over and proceeded to administer a lovely handspanking and several more orgasms. He did eventually indulge me in my quest to have him in my mouth. It had been a few days and I was seriously craving the taste of him. He made me beg for it, and beg I did, it was totally worth it.
He still seems surprised sometimes when he reads here. He says I portray him as perfect. He's a smart guy, you would think by now he would realize he is perfect, for me. Once again, my hero rescued me.
