It was raining hard outside, the torrential blast pounding on the window over the sink, and she was taking me deeper than she ever had, my cock sliding not only into her throat, but far into it; so far that her chin rested between my balls on each long downstroke.

We were not on the bed. Through experimentation (wondrous hours of it) we had found that Ann could suck me best if I sat on the couch, my ass at the edge, while I lay back. Ann had brought several throw cushions from the main house ("Nobody uses that guest room anymore anyway") and we used them under the small of my back to make things comfortable for me.

Ann would then kneel between spread legs – she found that she liked them spread wide – to suck me. She put two of the throw cushions on the floor for her to kneel on, this giving her the proper angle to deep throat me.

She would begin my jacking my shaft with both hands, gently, while she licked the tip and glans, slavering her tongue all over my dickhead and allowing a stream of her saliva to trickle down to my balls. Then she'd suck my balls lightly until the dripping abated, after which she'd return to the head and lick some more. She was waiting for my precome ooze to reach the proper state – enough to lubricate my shaft. She had found that with enough lubrication of this kind she could take me as deeply as she wanted to, with no discomfort.

And deep she took me. Ann had become, in the three weeks since our arrangment had begun, obsessed with my cock. Sucking it deeply, taking absolutely all of it until there was not even a fraction of an inch left to push down her throat, had become a personal challenge. She also claimed that she never failed to have at least two orgasms while sucking my dick.

She had also perfected our fucking techniques, finding that doggie style, her kneeling on the bed and I standing behind her, was the second best position in terms of depth and angle.