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It was the first time we had seen each other in fifty-five days. I remember because I had counted each and every unbarable day. The lust had built up inside me so much that I thought I was going to explode at the mere sight of him.

We met at the airport as if we were just old time friends, with a hug and small talk. During the car ride to my house we hardly said anything; he just stared out the window and I just looked at the road. We would only have three weeks together before he would go back to Texas for who knows how long. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was thinking.

As soon as we got home that's when it started. We started to heavily make out. We never did that when he was here fifty-five days ago. It was all passion. He pushed me on the bed and got on top of me. I could feel his hard-on through both of our clothes. He worked his hand up my blouse and started to caress my breasts. He lifted my shirt and started to lick my pert nipples and soon he started to suck them as if he were looking for milk. Already I was wetter than he was hard. He started to suck one breast and play with the other and he knew I loved that. I pulsed with anticipation.

"Did you miss me?" he breathed in my ear. The warmth of his breath gave me a shock of pleasure. We exchanged another long kiss. "Yes," I whispered back to him. "I missed your heart, your soul, and your humugous, throbbing cock inside me." He laughed softly, "What's the hurry? We have three weeks. Or in this fifty-something days I've been away have you forgotten foreplay?" He smiled and I knew he was going to do what I'd been lusting for for fifty-five days.

He kissed my forehead, then my nose, then my chin, my chest, my belly. I could feel myself starting to blush and I started to bite my lip. He kissed the part of me formerly known as my bush, and then he went further down. He slid his tongue over my hood and just underneath my outer lips, all the way to my sweet, wet pussy. I almost came right then and there, but I told myself to hold out for when he came too. He kissed my pussy and softly sucked it for only a second before he went back to my clit, licking every nook and cranny on the way. Then he gently licked my clit, then harder and harder. His siliva and my wetness mixed until I forgot where I ended and he began. I had to stop this before I broke the promise I had made myself not to come until he did.

I brought his mouth up to mine so I could taste my sweetness on his lips. I could tell that he loved me doing that. I reached for his fly and I pulled out his already rock hard dick. I wrapped my fist around it and began to masturbate it. His eyes started to roll into the back of his head. "Please suck it," he begged in a whisper. I did as I was told, first, lubricating his shaft with my siliva, then deepthroating it. I lessened my deepthroat hold on his dick so I could suck and bob my head up and down over it. He put his hand on the back of my head as if he was making me do the bob part of the work. Then, when his dick was nice and sloppy wet, I switched off from giving him a blowjob to giving him a handjob, making sure that I would bring my fist lightly over his swelled head, going back to a blowjob whenever more lubricant was needed. God, I loved the taste of his precum; it had been so very long since I had tasted it. I don't know who got more pleasure out of that blowjob, me or him.

"You give the best fucking blowjobs," he told me, "But enough of this, I need pussy." He rolled me over onto my back and gently pulled down my panties. I spread my legs for him to enter me and he did. We both sighed at the first part of our long awaited fuck being accomplished, not to mention the most perfect tight fit. Then, he began to ram me, harder and harder. Tears came to my eyes as he kept pumping me and all I could do was just beg for more. He turned me over and to my delight he started to do me doggie style. It was all I could do to not scream out in ultimate pleasure. Then he pulled out.

"What happened?" I asked, "Did you come already?"

"No," he said as he jammed his slimmy wet dick in my turd hole. I moaned in a burst of shock and pleasure. He knew I loved surprises, especially anal surprises. I could feel my pussy get wetter and wetter as he continued to go deeper into my asshole. By now, I was on the verge of orgasm and was frigging myself furiously as I got rammed even harder in the ass by my big-dicked lover. "Where do you want it, baby?" he asked as he fucked me. "Where do you want me to come?"

"On my face! On my face!" I cried without a moment's hesitation. He pulled out and turned me over just in time for me to get his wad of hot steaming jizzim all over my face. I held my breath as I, too, came to a mindblowing explosion of an orgasm.

We fell to the bed. We smiled at each other as I gently stroked his balls. "You're so beautiful," he said. "You're so handsome," I returned. "I love you," we said at the same time. We laughed and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep in each other's arms.