She Saved Me Yet Again
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
With a Devil's Tag-Team


(Diana has graciously allotted a bookshelf to my stories. This is the
conclusion to "She Saved Me" and "She Saved Me Again.")

After completely destroying her King Kong-sized ex-boyfriend Kenny for a
second time, Jenny had cemented her legendary reputation with the Police
Department, and worked up quite an appetite in the process. She wolfed down
her half of our pizza in a couple of minutes, and I could tell she was still
hungry, so I gave her a couple of my pieces, which survived only seconds
before she completely consumed them as well. When she was done, she still had
a ravenous hunger, but it was for something other than food.

After the two cops each ate a slice of pizza, they hauled the semi-conscious
Big Kenny away. While the patrol car was still in sight, Jenny kissed me
deeply for a long moment and then grabbed me and threw me over her shoulder
like sack of potatoes. We laughed all the way to the bedroom, where she tossed
me on the bed and took hold of the legs of my pants and yanked them off. She
slipped off her pajama bottoms and bra and climbed onto the bed, sliding her
glorious naked body up along mine, her cleavage caressing my legs and then my
cock as she went up. She again kissed me deeply, then slid up farther and
playfully beat my head side to side with her bodacious boobs, after which she
allowed me to suckle them for what was a disappointingly short time. She
suddenly slid back and knelt between my legs, pumping my meat pillar with both
hands until it reached its full height and thickness. She then straddled and
engulfed me, and after my initial gasp subsided, she rode me like a dressage
horse, with a slow, regular rhythm, for what seemed like hours, but then
gradually picked up the pace little by little until finally she was thrusting
furiously up and down on my pole while I moaned uncontrollably. Just as I
thought I couldn't take anymore, she suddenly froze and trembled violently as
she came, hard, her pussy contractions clenching my cock, milking it until I
forcefully exploded inside her in several volcanic eruptions, each of which
rocked me with my own contractions. My back arched as my body spasmed, my toes
curling and my hands clenching the sheets while an embarrassingly loud moan
escaped from within me. After all my essence and energy was expended into her,
I collapsed back on the bed, shaking slightly as the tension left me. She had
done all the work, but I was the one who was spent and completely drained, in
more ways than one. I think she could sense my exhaustion, but she still
looked lovingly at me.

"Damn, Old Man! You're quite the pumper ... can't remember the last time I had
it dripping out of me like this!" She smiled. "I know it'll be awhile before
Round 2, but I have to warn you: With me, orgasms are like potato chips""I
can't stop with just one!" I groaned. I could barely move, and now she wanted
Round 2? "Don't worry, baby!" she read my mind, "There's more than one way to
skin that cat ... or pussy!" She giggled, and slid herself up my body,
smearing our mixed juices along my stomach and chest as she went. She trapped
my arms under her shins and pushed her nether lips into my face. "Clean me up,
baby!"

I hesitated, but not because I would be eating my own cum mixed with hers: I'd
crossed that bridge long ago, and in fact I found it quite tasty and actually
somewhat reinvigorating. No, I have always put this off as long as I can with
a woman because I have unwittingly discovered that I am what they call an
"Unconscious Competent" where this particular task is concerned: I don't know
how I do it, but apparently I have a natural talent for orally pleasing a
woman, so much so that my girlfriend in college referred to me as the "The
Tongue Meister" to her close friends (until she found out that some of them
tried firsthand to find out why), and my second wife very privately called me
"The Great K.O.C." or King Of Cunnilingus. The problem was, once they'd gotten
a taste of it (or I'd gotten a taste of them), they wanted it more and more
often, sometimes almost to the exclusion of anything else. Too often my very
own "anything else" would be left standing tall, hard, and frustrated after
they would sigh contentedly and drift off to sleep. Sometimes they would take
pity on me beforehand and offer to do a mutually pleasing 69, but once we got
started they usually lost all concentration on "anything else" except what my
tongue was doing to them. They would forget about "anything else" until after
they'd gotten off, often more than once, and by that time they were usually
too tired or too relaxed to do "anything else".

I was still pondering this when suddenly she brought me back to reality by
pressing her labia to my lips. Truth be told, I still enthralled with Jenny
and would still do anything to please her, so there was really only one
option: I went to work right away. I barely thought about what I was doing""I
just let my tongue and lips roam and do whatever they wanted, nibbling here
and there, stroking this way and that, sometimes spelling my name, sometimes
lapping up her juices like a cat. "Mmmm" rose from deep within her, and after
a few seconds her eyes closed as she concentrated on the waves of pleasure
rolling in across her little beach. "MMMM" she hummed louder, and my strokes
reflexively became stronger and more rapid as her moans became repeated and
more and more spirited. After a while her cries became a fearsome animal-like
"Ugh! Ugh! UGH!" with each of my tongue strokes, sounding much like a man
thrusting himself into a woman, and then suddenly she let out a loud,
aggressive "AAAAARRRRGH!" and grabbed my ears and pulled my entire face into
her pussy, wrenching my head back and forth to maximize her stimulation while
my tongue continued to work its magic. She engulfed my nose and mouth with her
pussy, cutting off my air. My only hope, I thought, was to get her to come
quickly so she would release me before I was completely asphyxiated. I rubbed
my nose against her clit while lapping furiously at both sets of her labia
with my tongue, but that just seemed to make her thrash about more vigorously.
I could breathe out into her love pocket, but when I breathed back in it was
just the same air I'd just expelled, so eventually there was no oxygen left in
it. Just as the world began to fade to gray, I heard her cry "AAAAAAAGH!" and
her thighs reflexively tightened around my head with each of several
contractions. I felt myself smiling even as my consciousness slipped away ...
.

I must not have been out for very long, though, because when I came to, Jenny
was still straddling my head, although her pussy had released its death-grip
on my face. She was looking down at me with a sweet smile while she twirled my
hair with her fingers. She lit up when she saw me looking up at her. "Ah,
you're back!" she chuckled. "Damn, boy, you could make some money with that
tongue!"

I smiled wanly. "I suppose could, if I lived long enough."

"OUCH!" She said with mock hurt. "Sorry if I got carried away, baby. I usually
orgasm pretty easily, but that one kind of took a little while because I was
in such a zone, like Nirvana, and when I did come, it really took me by
surprise! It was a little overwhelming ... ."

"It certainly was overwhelming for me" I said, exhaustedly, and she looked at
me with concern. I must have been a little ashen-faced, because she got off me
and gently rearranged herself on the bed beside me. She began massaging my
face like she was trying to get the color back into it. "I'm OKAY, Jenny!" I
smiled again, brighter this time (I hoped). "You just wore the Old Man out a
bit, is all."

"Awwww," she cooed, "I'm sorry, Stevie! I'll go easier on ya, next time, I
swear!" She laughed. We talked for a while, personal history stuff, but the
truth is I don't remember exactly what we talked about because she soon began
lightly stroking my chest hair and moved on to gently rolling my nipples
between her fingers. She quickly discovered this was my on/off switch, and
before long the member I had thought was so exhausted was becoming semi-erect.
She then took hold of THAT, too, and soon I discovered my Waving Willow again
became a Mighty Oak.

She fucked me two more times that night. To her credit, after beginning the
last session with my KOC treatment, she still managed to mount up and ride me
into oblivion. After that, I looked at the clock and realized I would never
recover by time to go to work, so I called my boss' voice mail and called in
sick, then immediately collapsed into blissful, exhausted sleep in Jenny's
bed. She drew me into her and wrapped me up in her strong arms and legs like a
python, like she thought I was going to try to bolt or something. It was kind
of scary, but I couldn't escape her if I wanted to, and eventually I found it
kind of comforting. I pitied the fool who tried to mess with this woman,
physically, sexually, or otherwise.

I awoke later that morning to find Jenny already gone. She had left a note on
her pillow: "Gone to run and workout. There's tea in the pot on the stove, and
oatmeal in the microwave. See you tonight!" Tea? Oatmeal? UGH! Those damn
fitness babes ... . I was frankly glad she wasn't around to see the condition
I was in, or I would have been sorely embarrassed: The hair on my head, chest,
and pubic area was sticky and matted with dried love juices. My legs and hips
were tired and sore, my jaw hurt from overuse, and my cock felt as if it had
been rubbed raw. It was all I could do to hobble into her kitchen and choke
down that crappy "healthy" breakfast. I napped on the couch for a while, then
managed to get myself back to my house, where I took another nap, then cleaned
up and slowly and painfully got dressed, took some aspirin, and then drove
over to my usual watering hole, which by this time was open for the lunch
crowd.

I sat at my usual seat at the bar, and Jack the proprietor came over to see
me. "Geez, what happened to you?" he said, a twinkle in his eye. "You look
like you've been 'rode hard and put away wet' as they say. Did that Jenny girl
wear you out or what? Here, have some coffee ... ." He poured me a cup without
waiting for my answer. "Man, the last guy I saw who looked like you had cancer
and had just gotten radiation treatments! What has that girl been doing to
you?!"

"Let's just say that she is a spirited little filly ... and uh, scratch the
'little' part." I looked at myself in the big mirror behind the bar, and Jack
wasn't lying: I was pale, almost ashen, and there were circles under my eyes.
I looked as drained as I felt ... but nothing I couldn't cure, I hoped, with a
steak sandwich and a couple of beers. I ate heartily when they arrived, and I
did begin to feel a little better by the end of the meal.

"You know," said Jack with a grin, "if you want, I could take Jenny off your
hands."

"Like hell!" I shot back. I reached over the bar and poked him in the belly.
"You're older and fatter than me, although I must admit the fat might be a
help in this case, since I must have lost ten pounds overnight. Regardless of
that possibility, I could never place you in such a situation. I would not
want to be responsible in any way for your death at the hands of the voracious
carnivore who is the woman I love."

Jack laughed uproariously. "You may have a point there, me bucko. Still, it
would be fun to try, wouldn't it?! I guess you would know! Hmmm ... ." He was
lost in thought for a few moments. Maybe it was just jealousy on my part, but
I thought for sure I saw a bulge growing in his pants as he turned away from
me to get the coffee pot for a refill.

Jenny called and told me to meet her for dinner, promising we would make it an
early night so I could make it to work in the morning. The problem with that
was that after dinner we went back to her place and in three hours again did
everything that we had taken all of the previous night to do. It left me
seriously winded, and sore all over, especially one particular organ that I
was surprised still had any skin. I kissed her goodbye and crawled into my
Jeep for the ride home. Upon reaching my apartment parking space, I fell
asleep in the driver's seat for about an hour, but finally managed to drag
myself into the house. It was a struggle to make it in to work the next
morning, and I was 30 minutes late. I arrived to see Jenny jogging down the
beach away from me in the distance, having already passed my location. I slept
on one of the beach chairs until the first tourist arrived to rent an
umbrella.

She called me each of the next two days to meet her at her house in the
evening. We would have dinner delivered, after which she would attack and
ravage me until I passed out, then she would wake me up, fuck me yet again and
send me home. Both times, as soon as I got her call I took some 1-a-Day iron
pills and drank a couple of Red Bulls, but though they helped me stay awake
longer than I might have otherwise, I was still totally exhausted by the end
of the night. I was late to work both mornings after, and the iron pills had
done nothing to improve my color. I think in semen production alone my body
was running way behind, and as a result I continued to feel dehydrated no
matter how much water I drank.

Saturday night was the start of her 3-day work week, thank Heaven, because I
sorely needed time to recuperate. Twelve hour night-shifts gave her little
time in between to do much more than eat and sleep before having to get up and
get ready to work again, but she managed to call me at least once a day to
chat for a few minutes. By Tuesday morning I was rested enough to make it to
work on time, although my color had not fully returned and my joints still
ached a little. Jenny must have gotten off work on time, since she jogged past
my little oasis of beach chairs and umbrellas at her usual time. Her face lit
up when she saw me, and she stopped to chat.

"Hey, Old Man! Are you up for another visit, tonight?"

"Sure!" I tried to say brightly. She was my Dream Woman, but in truth I was a
little worried that my dream might be killing me.

"Listen, Steve, I've been thinking ... ." Her face turned serious with
concern. "I know I've been monopolizing all of your time. When I find a guy I
like, I'm kind of like some people when they find a new food they enjoy: I
just can't get enough of it ... of you, I mean."

"Don't apologize, Jenny! I've loved every minute of it." Which was true,
except for me it was kind of like riding a really scary roller coaster: You
want to hurry up and get back on it, right up until the moment they strap you
in again and you're climbing toward that summit just before the massive drop,
when that prospect scares the bejesus out of you. I wasn't sure how many times
I could ride again and again before it made me sick.

"Thanks, Steve" she said sweetly, "but I know I've been wearing you out,
though you're too macho to admit it." I was about to protest, but she shushed
me. "You don't have to admit anything-- I know what I know. But I don't want
to stop seeing you, so toward that end I have a proposition for you."

"Oh?" I said tentatively.

"I think we should get you some help." She paused to let that sink in. Help?
What kind of help? Vibrators? Toys? Drugs?

"I think" she said softly, "it should be someone you're comfortable with, you
know, like a close friend or something." I was aghast. If I had been honest
with myself, I would have admitted that I was in love with this woman. It was
a massive, crushing blow to my ego to have her ask to allow another man to
participate in our lovemaking. "I'm sorry, baby" she continued. "I want you
now more than ever, and I don't ever want to give you up ... but at my age and
current level of activity, I have needs. I think I need more than you can
give."

The realization hit me like a ton bricks: She was beginning to actually love
me, but she also knew she was too much woman for me. This was her way of
offering to make sure we could both be happy. I could reject it, which would
likely result in her leaving me when she soon tired of repeatedly not
receiving complete satisfaction, or I could go along with her suggestion and
have some semblance of a life together with her for some time to come, even if
I did have to share her.

"So, did you have someone in mind?" I said, somewhat cheerlessly.

"Well, I thought you might be comfortable with your bar-owner friend, Jack.
You two seem to get along pretty well, and he's reasonably cute even though
he's no match for the good looks of my big strong man!" She pulled me to her
and kissed me as deeply as she ever had. The kiss left me weak kneed and
embarrassingly tenting my board shorts. "Think about it, will you?" she said.

"I will" I said evenly, although all I could think about at that moment was
that devastating kiss. I sat down and covered my lap with a beach towel. I
couldn't get her eyes, her smile, her kiss, and her body out of my mind. I
didn't want to share them, but if I had to, in order to continue to have any
part of them, that was what I was going to do.

The tough part was broaching the idea to Jack. It wasn't that I thought he
would turn down the opportunity: I was pretty sure from the way Jack looked at
Jenny when he saw her last that he would walk through broken glass just to
kiss her toes. I just needed a way to ask him and save face ... . I finally
just told him the truth, more or less: that Jenny was a wild woman who needed
lots of variety and she would like to have two men. Of course, he jumped at
the idea, aalthough he was gentle about it to me. He even thanked me
generously for thinking of him, like I had a choice.

So we both went to see her the next evening. Jenny sweetly greeted us at the
door wearing yet another set of sexy, silky pajamas and presenting us with a
couple of our favorite libations (a Jack n' Coke for Jack, appropriately, and
a Maker's Mark and water for me, while she had a Mimosa) and we chatted
amiably while we sipped our drinks. After two drinks we were all fairly
relaxed, and just as I thought we were going to get down to business, the
doorbell rang. Jenny answered it and admitted a guy I recognized as the Pool
Maintenance contractor for my apartment building. He looked sort of like a
tall version of Antonio Banderas but with a slight moustache and three-day
growth of beard. He had the lanky, long legged, appearance that many women
seem to associate with a man who is well-hung. Jenny hugged him and then
turned to us.

"Jack, Steve, this is Raoul. I'm sorry to spring this on you, but if you don't
mind, he'll be helping us out, tonight. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure" I said. It wasn't really, but I'd come this far already, and besides,
it wasn't like I really had any choice. I shook Raoul's hand and said "Nice to
meet you."

Jack acted like he could care less. "What the heck! I'm in, if you are," he
said to Raoul as he also shook hands. For his part, Raoul appeared unfazed,
like he did this sort of thing all the time. He and Jenny seemed very
familiar, so perhaps he did, or maybe they both did so together. She did not
offer Raoul a drink, and he did not ask for one. Jenny took our empty glasses
into the kitchen and quickly returned.

"Gentlemen, if you'll follow me." She ushered us into the bedroom, all at the
same time. I didn't know if this was going to be a Devil's 4-way or what. I
had no doubt Jenny could easily handle us all at one time, so I just hoped I'd
get a good starting position and not have to trade off too soon. She surprised
me, however, by saying "Boys, these are the rules: Steve will be the only one
to actually kiss me, but you may otherwise touch, fondle, or lick me in any
way I deem acceptable. Jack will go first, Raoul will be my 'pinch-hitter', so
to speak, and Steve will be batting clean-up. I don't require a lot of
preliminaries, so remove your clothes now and I'll fluff you."

She slipped off her pajamas and stood naked while we disrobed. When we were
also naked, Jenny walked up and took me in her arms, kissing me passionately,
a long kiss that involved my caressing her breasts after she roughly grabbed
my buttocks and pulled me to her. When it ended, no one needed fluffing as we
were all rock hard and standing tall, me with a drop of pre-cum glistening on
the tip of my member. "Whoa, boy!" she winked at me. "Save some for later,
okay?"

I nodded and grinned. This was worth it just to get to see Jenny in all her
powerful, beautiful splendor. She stood in front of Jack and put her hands on
his chest. "Hi, Jack" she said softly. He was lost for words, and could only
smile nervously. She kissed his chest, his slight beer belly, and slowly
lowered herself downward, kissing as she went. She took Jack's decent-sized
love wand into her mouth. Jack's head lolled back and he moaned as she swirled
him, sucked him, and caressed him. It took only a little bit of this before
Jack's equipment looked so engorged it was about to explode. Jenny rose up,
took his hand and led him over to the bed. She pulled Jack on top of her, and
he began lapping at her breasts, but she soon pulled him up and guided him
inside her. He tried not to be over-eager and started thrusting slowly, but
soon the excitement overtook him and he began thrusting away with abandon,
with Jenny encouraging him by helping to hold him up under the armpits while
pulling him forward with each thrust.

Jack continued full-tilt for what in my book was a good long time. He began
huffing and puffing, although whether it was due to exertion or just
excitement I couldn't tell. He broke into a heavy sweat as he pounded his
fleshy battering ram into Jenny just as hard as he could while she emitted a
dreamy "Mmm ... " and smiled contentedly. Jack started to expel a combination
moan/grunt with every stroke as he appeared about to come, or die, I wasn't
sure which. Jenny sensed he was reaching his limits, and just as he appeared
to gasping for breath she suddenly smacked him hard on the ass, WHACK!, the
sudden shock sending him over the edge into ecstasy.

"OOOOOOOH!" bellowed Jack as he came in one long explosion. He arched his back
as he cried out, then moaned and collapsed on top of Jenny, his head over her
shoulder with his face down in the pillow, breathing heavily.

"That was great, Jack" she whispered in his ear. Jack remained there for a
long moment as if he hadn't heard, motionless except for his heavy breathing.
"Jack, honey, you have to make room for the others." He still gave no sign
that he had heard her. She gently lifted him, her hands under his armpits and
her shins lifting his hips, and she slid him slowly over the side of the bed.
Jack was conscious enough to catch himself as he reached the floor, but when
he did he just laid there, face down, exhausted. In no time, Jack began
snoring softly. Jenny turned her attention to the lean, lanky Latino. "Raoul
... " It was a command.

Raoul indeed had some impressive equipment. He had been fondling it just
enough to keep himself hard and at the ready, and he languidly moved onto the
bed and expertly inserted his considerable length and thickness into Jenny's
waiting passion portal. "Mmmm ... " she purred again, as inch after inch of
flesh disappeared into her. It was obvious that he considered himself perhaps
the ultimate lover. Knowing that she was already midway into her own ascent
toward ecstasy, he skipped any sort of foreplay and launched into a
continuation of the vigorous fucking she had been receiving. He varied the
speed and intensity of his thrusts, and twisted his hips in different ways in
an attempt to vary his angle of attack as well. After what seemed a very long
time, Jenny froze, shuddered, and allowed a small cry to escape from her
throat. She had had an orgasm, but I could tell it was a small one. Raoul
could tell, too, and kept thrusting, slowly and gently, in hope of keeping her
going. After only a second or two she came back to herself and looked into his
eyes. "Okay, my turn to be on top."

"No, please, Mi Reina, I can do this, I swear!" he said plaintively, like a
disappointed child.

"You've said that before, Mi Chico, and we know how that went. Now DON'T
DISOBEY ME!" She grabbed his arms and rolled him over, slamming him to the
mattress.

"You're right. I'm sorry, Mi Reina." Raoul capitulated, but the apology did
not sound sincere. Jenny began with a slow, regular rhythm, riding him like
she was riding a dressage horse, just as she had done me two nights before.
Raoul was trying to appear relaxed and confident, but I could tell right away
that something she was doing was getting to him. He tried to remain impassive,
but as she steadily quickened her pace he was beginning to wince with every
stroke as it heightened his arousal more than the one before it. When suddenly
she placed her hands behind her head and began thrusting her hips forward and
back instead of up and down. His eyes closed and he exclaimed "Dios Mio!"
under his breath, struggling to retain his composure. She slammed his cock
back and forth inside her over and over and over, sending electric sensations
through both of them. She began that male-like grunt with every one of her
thrusts, as if she was thrusting something into Raoul instead of the other way
around.

When Jenny suddenly switched back to riding him up and down, only this time
more and more furiously, I knew from his inability to stifle his moans that it
would soon be over for Raoul. She stared deep into his eyes and held him with
her gaze as she consciously fucked him toward an orgasm. His eyes were near
tears as his concentration wavered, and his stoic resolve weakened steadily
under the relentless power of her animalistic sensual assault.

I had feelings of jealousy, but I also realized it was the hottest damn' thing
I had ever seen. I supposed that I now could understand why some men like to
watch their women fuck other men. When Jenny was fucking me it was hard for me
to see the big picture and appreciate anything but the physical sensations I
was feeling, but now, watching her in all her glory, her lustful, fiery
expression, the massive, taut muscles in her back, buttocks and legs flexing,
her raw animal power, all aroused me more than anything ever had. When a loud
"AAAAAAGH! DIOS MIO! AAAAAAGH!" signaled Raoul's exploding collapse, I was at
such a fever pitch I almost couldn't stop myself from attacking her while he
was still on the bed, but she would never have allowed that, and I knew it, so
I managed just barely to restrain myself, afraid to risk the possible
consequences.

Raoul literally slunk off the bed, crawled across the floor to the living room
and slumped into a recliner chair, his head down in exhausted defeat. He, too,
soon began snoring. They had evidently had this battle before more than once,
and I sensed that Raoul would be ever the Challenger, and Jenny always the
Champion. When Jenny casually leaned back on one elbow and beckoned me with
her free hand, I fairly leaped onto the bed. She opened her legs wide, and I
thrust myself into her, but she immediately clamped her arms and legs around
me, immobilizing me. "Patience, my love" she said quietly, "Start off slowly,
so we can savor this."

She held me in check as she again kissed me deeply for a long, long time, then
she began controlling me, moving my body back and forth on top of her so that
my member moved inexorably slowly in and out of her. When I had calmed a bit,
she released me to proceed at my own pace, and I was once again in the zone,
feeling as if I could last forever. I continued to go slowly at first, but
soon gradually increasing the speed and intensity of my thrusts, until at last
I, too, was thrusting with abandon, my eyes locked on Jenny's as her loving
passion increased steadily to match my own. I felt like I would never stop,
and soon she was moaning softly with every stroke, her eyes closing to
concentrate on the sensation.

It was then that her abs began tensing reflexively from top to bottom. I could
see them ripple every time, a wave traveling down her body, much like the
Middle Eastern belly dancer I had once seen who was able to walk a line of
quarters down from her navel all the way to her love cave. Soon Jenny's pussy
was clenching at the bottom of each wave, unconsciously milking my cock over
and over. It took me by surprise, and before long it was clear that intensity
of her gripping contractions would soon overwhelm me. Before I knew it I could
sense the point of no return approaching, and I seemed to be rushing headlong
toward the edge of that climax cliff with no way to stop it.

Jenny was in her own zone, her arousal building with each stroke, unaware of
my impending explosion. When suddenly I cried out, my back arched, and I
expended every drop of myself into her, her eyes widened and she looked
frantically into my eyes. "NO! NO!" she cried. "YOU CAN'T STOP NOW, I'M ALMOST
THERE! DON'T STOP!" But I was fading fast as the wave of release washed over
me. She took hold of my ass and thrusted me into her repeatedly, but my member
began to collapse and soon became of no use to her. Jenny bellowed into my
face, "STEVE, YOU'VE GOT TO GIVE ME THE KOC TREATMENT NOW!" I hate to admit I
hesitated for a split second, realizing that I would be eating the cum of two
other men as well as my own. It was a split second too long. She grabbed my
ears and exploded "DO IT!" cramming my face into her pussy with a power I had
never before experienced.

My decision made for me, I dove in and encouraged my tongue, lips, and nose to
attack at will with an intensity beyond anything they had ever accomplished
before. She soon responded, animalistically grunting with satisfaction at my
every movement. "YEAH! THAT'S IT! MORE! MORE!" she exclaimed. I was having
trouble breathing, but hoped that some air was being admitted when the seal
around my face broke momentarily as I furiously wriggled around inside her.
Just as I began to feel a definite light-headedness, I heard several long,
loud sounds that I can only describe as wild tiger-like roars explode from
within her chest. Her legs expanded with massive muscular contractions on
either side of my head and shoulders, compressing them more tightly with each
one. With what I believe was the final contraction, I heard a final, primal
scream, immediately after which I felt a slight crack, followed by searing
pain and then blackness.

I awoke in the hospital, my neck in a cervical collar, and no feeling in my
body below the neck. I was frantic until they sedated me and later explained
that I would be okay, eventually. Jenny's legs had caused a hairline fracture
in one of the vertebrae in my neck, which in turn bruised my spinal cord. As
the swelling went down, however, everything returned to normal. After a month
or so I was walking fine on my game leg with my cane, and a week later I was
able to return to work renting out umbrellas and beach lounge chairs.

Jenny and I never spoke after the accident, although she did write me several
letters while I was in hospital, apologizing for what happened. I had one of
my nurses write her back, saying with mock bravado that no apology was
necessary because she had merely succumbed to "The Power of the KOC." I had
her add a winking emoticon to signify I wasn't serious, but for some reason
Jenny never wrote back after that. After she printed out and mailed the
letter, the nurse asked me what KOC meant. I hesitated, but I was about to be
discharged that day anyway, and I fancied she'd taken a shine to me, so I told
her. She blushed a bright red, turned and then walked away, but I later found
her name and phone number written across my discharge papers along with the
words "CALL ME". She is a very handsome woman in her mid-forties, and we have
a fairly casual relationship. I can pretty much keep up with her, although she
very much enjoys the KOC treatment and to my chagrin she is beginning to
prefer it to "anything else."

About a week after I went back to work, Jenny jogged past my location and
paused for a moment to say hello to me and chat for the first time in weeks.
"Hey, Old Man," she said out of the blue, "how about you come by my house on
Wednesday nights? I'll try to go easy on you, and you can be free to rest up
the remainder of the week ... . Oh! You only have to bring along 'The Great
KOC' every OTHER time. Deal?"

Well, what do YOU think I said?