I suppose orgasm isn't the perfect word for it as there is no ejaculation. However, it is so intense and it sweeps across my whole body. I can't think... of another word to properly describe it. I can only assume that most men are totally unaware of how many nerve ends surround their asses. She knows exactly the right spot to massage. During her hand jobs, she rubs my asshole sometimes giving me 10 or more orgasms. It is exhausting but feels absolutely amazing. My legs are wobbly and I can barely. ” I had softly moaned his name, my legs bending to press against his hips. He continued to bump while my hips remained still for that moment, finally coming down from the orgasm, I could feel my second already building. George started to slow his pace from time to time, bringing me to the brink of my orgasm, he was enjoying the torture I endured from him. I then slapped my hand on his back, angry and sexually frustrated. “George, fuck, make me cum.” I said it almost calmly as his slow strokes. Fabric strewn across the room, I focus my gaze back upon you, sprawled out on the bed, hands under you breasts, making them full and round, your gorgeous belly and down further till I see your hot pink slit again the rest of your dark skin, watching the gleam of your wetness as I can see your pulse in your pussylips. Lowering myself down I greedily start to lap up your juices, my tongue exploring every fold and bump and crevace it can find, my tonguering knocking against your hard clit sending. Oh, please do it, Anne. You know you'd hate going to bed by yourself all the time, waking up alone and seldom seeing us." Hmm." Anne leant back in her seat. "It sounds like a good idea, but there are times when I just want my privacy. You know that, Denise. You do too, Stan. Come to that, there will be times when I'm tired and irritable and snappy and bitchy... You'll be glad I'm not with you all the time. So if it's going to work, I'll sometimes escape back to my own place, I think." That's.