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the pinnacle of my pleasure. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” I cried out as the whole world fell away and the waves of my orgasm began to crash through me.  
    I could feel my juices spilling out of me as my pussy spasmed over and over again. Some into Randall’s mouth and some dripping past his chin and down over my asshole, tickling as it went by and adding yet another level to what was happening. I dug my nails into the back of Randall’s neck as I rose and fell repeatedly. Being the good cowboy he is, Randall kept tight to me—for well longer than eight seconds, I might add—as my back arched and my feet pushed me up from the bed, bucking like a wild mare. I had come many times in my life, but never, never , like this.
    As my super-orgasm faded nicely away, and my body began to calm down somewhat, Randall drew his head back from between my legs and quietly sat back on his haunches, letting me float in my moment. Still a little breathless, I said to Randall, “That. Was amazing. I . . . I don’t even understand what was going on with that tongue of yours.” I sat back up and shook my head a little while I continued speaking, “It felt like it kept getting bigger, for goodness sake! I’m not sure how you even fit that thing in your mouth, let alone speak with it! That was your tongue, right? I mean, I don’t know how it could have been anything else, but . . . wow! Incredible. You sir, I think are going to be chock-full of surprises.”
    “Oh, you don’t even know the half of it yet,” he replied with that cowboy grin of his.
    “Well anyway, don’t you think I’m done with you yet, mister. Can you stand up for me?”
    “Why, certainly, Ms. Lyall.”  
    When Randall stood up in front of me, I could see that things had changed considerably from when we first started to kiss a while ago. Where his towel had begun to rise slightly when I was running my fingers over his Spartan-like abs, it was now being pushed forward to such a degree that it looked like it was doing its best to defy gravity.
    I reached forward and slid my fingers between Randall’s stomach and his towel. Slowly, I moved my hands along horizontally outward until I found the point where the towel had been tucked into itself in order to keep from falling to the ground. I gazed up at Randall and saw he had his head tilted back slightly and his eyes closed. I hesitated for just a moment and then pulled the end of the towel loose, allowing the plush material to drape and fall away from Randall’s body. “Jesus!” I gasped to myself. The towel gave an indication as to what was under it, but it still didn’t prepare me for the sheer magnificence of his cock. The best way I can describe it is that it matched Randall perfectly. It looked . . . muscular, if that’s possible. And perfectly proportioned. The head was just the right size and shape for the length and thickness of the shaft, and his balls hung just low enough to display their matching heft. He was well groomed, too. With his balls clean-shaven and just the right amount of hair left above the top of his shaft to still look like a grown man. My god, even the tone and hue of the skin was a perfect match to his slightly olive complexion.
    “Now, come just a little bit closer.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “That’s just perfect,” I said, referring to both his current position and phenomenal member. With the tip of Randall’s cock now a mere inch or so from my lips, I leaned forward slightly and wrapped my lips around just about the first half of the massive head, soliciting a barely audible groan of pleasure from Randall. My tongue made its way under the slitted opening and ran up and over it, tasting the saltiness of the clear bit of liquid that had been shining on the tip just a second earlier. Still holding my position, I reached my left hand up and cradled Randall’s impeccable balls. That combo seemed to have a fine effect as I felt Randall tense himself and then reach down and stroke