Bonnie's Love
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Posted:Jun 28, 2014 7:17 pm
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Bonnie had just moved to the city and knew no one in her apartment building. She dragged her furniture up the steep stairway, around the railing and into her doorway. She was exhausted after two trips up and down the four flights of stairs but still had some essentials to move.
One of the last items was her favorite chair. It was an overstuffed behemoth and moving this item was going to require some extra work. The first flight wasn't bad but the turn was presenting a problem. Suddenly, the chair almost carried itself around the steep turn.
"Let me help ya."
Bonnie heard a cool voice behind her. She turned and saw a young black man about six foot two inches tall. He had hard strong arms and his skin was very dark, like those men one sees in books about Africa. The only difference was this man looked like he had spent many hours lifting weights to develop the sharp clear-cut lines that pushed out through his tight tee shirt.
"Thanks. I didn't know if I'd be able to get this all the way to my apartment. I'm new here... I'm in 4-C."
"Cool. I'm right below, in 3-C."
The man was quiet as he lifted the chair over his head with one arm and continued up the stairs. He moved quickly up the stairs but didn't run. Bonnie hurried to keep up as she ascended the steps. Her face was only inches from the man's ass and she watched his Levi's strain to hold his muscular ass inside the riveted fabric. He set the chair down gently on her carpet and turned to face Bonnie offering his hand.
"I'm Elgin," he said with a nod. Bonnie put her hand in his and noticed the distinct difference in color between their skin--his was ebony and her pale creamy skin looked even whiter against it. A heat was rising inside Bonnie's stomach as she looked at his hand on hers and Elgin's hand seemed to radiate heat to hers. Elgin lowered his face to catch Bonnie's eye.
"What's your name?"
Bonnie blushed furiously and stammered, "I... I'm... Bonnie." With a slight chuckle she continued. "Sorry, I'm a little tired." Elgin nodded and looked around her small apartment.
"You got anything else... to bring up?" Bonnie wasn't really listening. Instead, she was staring into his dark eyes, feeling like he was pulling her soul out of her body.
"Hm... Oh no. Nothing that can't wait," she muttered nervously.
"Alright. Stomp on the floor when you're ready." And he was gone. Bonnie swallowed hard. What did he mean, "When you're ready?" She had butterflies in her stomach like a little schoolgirl.
Christ, she thought. It's been almost a month since I had sex with that asshole I was living with. I've got to get used to being around people again. She did miss having someone around to talk to and cook with, but that was all.
Bonnie's stomach was still in knots so she closed the drapes and dug through a box labeled "bedroom." Maybe a little relaxation was in order.
She sighed as she pulled her plug-in vibrator out of the box of tampons. It was a good place to hide what she called "her little friend." Nobody would go through a tampon box so it was a safe place to hide it. Pushing the plug in the wall, it started up immediately. This startled her. She thought, This Elgin guy has really got under my skin. She figured a good-looking guy like that would be married or gay. Besides which, she wasn't looking for anybody right now, she'd just broken off one relationship.
With her thumbs in her stretch pants, she eased them to her ankles and sat back in her chair. Her knees fell open and the cool breeze that hit her sex felt refreshing. Her head fell back onto the back of the chair as she started the pink device slowly at first. Resting it on her mons the vibrations shook her pelvis and her hips simultaneously. This was going to be a good come, she thought.
Her hand slid the machine downward through the light brown bush that guarded her moist folds and the moment it rattled across her swollen clit, her whole body flinched. She realized her encounter with Elgin had made her very excited. When she dipped the vibrating head of the pink toy inside her puffy lips, she realized she was wet: very wet. Suddenly the vibrator slipped in easily, and was shaking her insides and tickling her rectum. Never before, had she felt this stimulation in her ass. It jiggled her and she grabbed her nipples quickly. She had to. She squeezed them hard through her bra and tee shirt. With a quick movement, she yanked the vibrator out of her pussy and took a deep breath. It had never given her that much stimulation before. In her mind, she thought that going without sex for a month had made her a little crazy.
She grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and quickly undid her bra. Bonnie didn't bother to pull the straps off her shoulders. She needed that dancing toy back inside her body quickly. She twisted the bottom of her pink vibrator until it hummed loudly and shoved it inside her aching pussy. Now she screwed her eyes shut as her head fell back onto the chair again. She could see Elgin's dark smooth skin and his broad shoulders. Suddenly she felt a pain in her nipple. She had been squeezing harder than usual but the pain felt good somehow. Her fingers came to her mouth and as she licked them, she grabbed her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
Blue sheets of pleasure shot through her eyes as she clamped them closed. Then, Elgin loomed in her mind, big and foreboding. She slipped out of her chair and onto the carpet in the midst of her massive orgasm. Her mouth fell open and the vibrator was on the carpey. It was pushed to the limit of her body as she sat on her heels, the device unable to escape her attacks, pointing upward from the floor. With both hands twisting her pink nipples, she felt her insides spasm and wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. It started in her pussy and visited her ass where it tickled something deep inside. A tickle she knew she would have to scratch someday. From there, the pleasure crawled up her spine to her ribs and darted to her nipples causing her to twist them again. The pain in her nipple caused the sensation to rise up her chest and into face and finally come to rest in the nape of her neck. She bucked several times against her toy and was finally satisfied.
Now, tears rolled down her cheek: her best orgasm ever and she had no one to share it with. She sniffled, grabbed a blanket out of a box, wrapped it around herself, sat back in her favorite chair, and cried herself to sleep.
A knock on the door woke her up. She stumbled towards the noise in the dark unfamiliar apartment. As she pulled on the handle, she remembered she only had a blanket on her body and drew her other arm across the front of her body so it wouldn't fall to her feet. Elgin stood outside in the early morning.
"Hi. I thought I could help you get the rest of your stuff."
"Um," she sighed sleepily. "It's not that important."
"I figured you might be tired after last night."
Bonnie's eyes grew wide. "Because of the move?"
Elgin glanced away before he spoke. "No. You can hear things through the floor." He said softly.
Bonnie felt the color drain from her face. "Like what?" she squeaked.
"It's okay. I understand. It's hard to move and you get lonely..." Elgin smiled. She realized that this was the first time she had seen him smile. His teeth were white and straight, but at that moment Bonnie wanted to melt into the carpet.
"So just let me know when you want to get the rest of your stuff," Elgin nodded and turned to walk away.
"Wait." Bonnie didn't know what to say next. "I'm... sorry... um..."
"S'okay. No harm done."
"Wait, Elgin... please come in."
"Sure." When he stepped through the doorway Bonnie was so embarrassed she stood frozen by the door. He turned to face her. "It's okay, really."
Finally, she closed the door and was able to speak.
"I don't know what to say, Elgin. You're so nice."
"Well, that depends."
Bonnie took this as an odd statement. Elgin showed no emotion when he said it and so far, he had been the perfect neighbor.
"I'm sorry. What do you mean?"
"Usually, I'm the nicest guy in the world. Some people say that's why I get pushed around sometimes. Nobody actually pushed me around but my friends and family sometimes take advantage of me."
"So when aren't you nice?"
Elgin grinned and looked at the floor briefly. "I have some... bedroom tastes that could be considered... um..." he searched for the right word.
Bonnie stared at his sweet face and couldn't imagine what he meant.
"... rowdy. That's the word. So last night wasn't a problem because when I have a girlfriend over I might be kinda loud sometimes, myself."
Bonnie felt her stomach twist into a knot
"What do you do?" she asked hoarsely.
Elgin stated matter-of-factly, "Sexual slave play."
Bonnie swallowed hard at this. Her heart was racing now and she could feel her mouth was dry.
"What is that?"
Elgin sighed and looked her in the eye. "What are you wearing under that blanket?"
"Noth..." the words caught in her throat. " Nothing."
"Drop it."
"What?" she replied meekly.
"I said 'drop it.'" Bonnie swallowed again and slowly let the blanket fall to the floor. She stood before him her heart pounding. Elgin looked her up and down slowly. He like her high-set full breasts and the pink aureole around her nipple. He watched as the pink halo grew hard and wrinkled in the cool air of the room.
"Touch your nipple." Elgin spoke with such a casual air Bonnie couldn't believe she actually doing what he said. "HURRY!" he barked which caused her to start. She grabbed her nipple and held it in her hand not knowing what he wanted her to do next. She watched as his face relaxed and he spoke in the soft voice she had first heard from him.
"When we aren't 'playing', call me Elgin." Suddenly the edge came back to his voice. "But when we 'play' you WILL call me Master... Do you understand?"
Bonnie stood terrified and simply nodded.
"Speak, slut!"
"Yes. Yes I understand."
"What's my name, slut?"
"Master." she said quickly
"Do... you... understand?"
"Yes, Master," she answered quickly.
Elgin leaned towards the frightened girl. "And stop staring at me!"
She quickly looked at the floor. Elgin sat down in Bonnie's favorite chair.
"Get over here, slut." Bonnie didn't know what to do so she complied with his order and stopped in front of him with her eyes aimed at the floor and her hands clasped in front of her covering her exposed womanhood.
"Put your hands above your head," he said calmly. Bonnie raised her hands slowly. "My, my. A true blond."
Bonnie began to shiver. Not from being cold, though. Her body felt like it was on fire with this black man eying every part of her. She was scared but couldn't stop herself from following his every command.
"Kneel down, bitch." Bonnie fell to her knees and looked into the crotch of his pants not knowing what to expect. "Take my cock out."
She busied herself with the buttons on his Levi's until suddenly she felt its heft. She pulled it though the slit of his codpiece and felt her insides jump. Never had she seen a cock this big much less held one in her hand. The vibrating toy she had used last night was only a six inches long, as was her old boyfriend. but this must have 10 inches long and thick: too thick she thought.
Elgin sensing her fears spoke again quietly. "If this is too crazy for you, we can stop."
Bonnie's eyes darted around the room and then took in the total length and breadth of this black man's cock. She had never even kissed a black man before. Elgin's cock looked so big and dark against her white skin. Bonnie wanted to know what it would look like sliding inside of her hungry slit, glistening with her passion juices. She wanted to know what it would feel like inside her. She wanted to know if that would scratch the tickle she so recently felt in her ass.
"No, Master," she said softly. "I don't want to stop."
Elgin smiled. "Alright then, slut. Tell me you want my cock."
"I want you cock." She squeaked. Elgin grabbed a handful of Bonnie's hair and pulled her forward.
"Bitch, how many times do I have to tell you! Do it right!" His free hand slapped her cheek. Not hard, but hard enough to terrify her. She looked into his eyes to gauge his next action.
"Stop looking at me!" Elgin jerked her forward so her cheek was pressed against his hard black cock. She could smell his manly scent and his sharp pubic hairs poked into her forehead. Elgin let loose with a well-aimed slap that landed on left ass cheek. Bonnie's body jerked at this sudden attack. Then he slapped her right ass cheek. Back to her left and so on. Bonnie bucked again and again. Elgin kept up his assault until Bonnie heard strange words tumble out of her mouth between her sobs.
"Master, I'll be good! Please, master let show you. Please, master, no more. Please!" Elgin let her fall backwards on the carpet. As he did, she toppled onto her back and her legs fell wide open to his view.
"Don't move, bitch!" Bonnie wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand while she lay in front of this big black man, fully exposed to his stare. He stood up quickly, causing Bonnie to flinch.
"Stop it! I won't hurt you... if you do exactly what I say, when I say it." Elgin pulled off his shirt in one fast movement. She saw his solid black body ripple as he did. An ebony vee-shaped chest caught her eye. With the same speed, he stepped out of his pants and shorts. His narrow waist and massive organ made Bonnie's heart jump. Both would soon be between her soft warm thighs. She knew that. Bonnie looked away quickly remembering his command not to stare. Elgin sat back down in the chair.
"Stand up, slut." Bonnie jumped to her feet, head down, and her hands in front of her pubic area. "Listen closely or you will get a beating."
Bonnie spoke quickly. "Yes, master."
"Pointing at the arms of the chair Elgin gave his commands. " I want one knee here and the other knee right there."
Bonnie hesitated. This man wanted her to spread her sex wide open only inches from his massive cock and only several inches more from his searching eyes. No man had ever looked at her vagina closely except a doctor when she had a PAP Smear. She wasn't sure she could do this.
Elgin slapped the top of his thigh with his open palm. The sound made her jump.
"Do it now, slut!" Bonnie swallowed hard and crawled up onto the chair. Elgin pushed her hips down so that his prick danced against the opening of her pussy. Then Elgin could stare right into her supreme lust. He reached one finger between the folds of her body and ran it along its entire length from her ass to her clit. Bonnie shuddered at his touch. He then slipped his finger inside her pussy and pulled it out. It glistened with female passion.
"Look at you. You want my big black cock, don't you?" Bonnie nodded. "Say it, you stuck up blond bitch."
With a trembling voice Bonnie spoke. "I want your big black cock, master."
"How much?"
Bonnie suddenly gushed. "I want it all, master! Please fuck me, master! I need your cock..." Her last words were cut off as he shoved her hips down onto his huge organ. Bonnie couldn't breath.
She managed to gasp, "It's too big, stop!"
"Shut up bitch, take it!" Elgin shouted as her pushed harder downward. When his cock hit her cervix, she knew he couldn't hurt her anymore. It was wide and she felt it pulling on the skin around her pulsing pussy, pulling the protective hood closed on her clit, rubbing it in a way she had never experienced.
"Fuck! It's so big... master. It hurts." She squeaked. He continued to pound his cock into her, faster now. "It's too much... Elgin... It's too much..." Elgin picked up speed now. Suddenly, there was no pain between her legs as she felt her clitoris engorge and respond to his assault. She bit into his shoulder as this new sensation filled her stomach with delicious warmth.
Elgin stopped his stroke just as she was getting into the rhythm of his thrusts. Her eyes popped open and she whimpered slightly. He picked her up in his strong black arms and dropped her onto the floor with his cock still buried in her deepest wet folds. He landed hard on top of her causing his cock to push hard against her cervix. She screamed into his shoulder as she bit him again. With gravity assisting his thrusts he savagely banged against her mons causing her pussy to scream in pain and pleasure. It was a pain that made it pleasure. He kept slapping his balls into her ass pounding his cock into the entrance of insides.
She let go of his shoulders now, so she could pull her knees to her shoulders. With her knees inches from her ears, and Elgin's smooth black cock buried in her pink wet flesh, she heard herself screaming at him.
"Fuck me, master! Give me that fuckin' black cock!"
She watched his cock sliding inside her and was suddenly aware of a sensation deep within her stomach. She wanted to tell Elgin, her master, about the feeling but when she opened her mouth, no words came out. Again, she was unable to breath as she tried to curl her body into a fetal position but this huge black man pounding her tender pink pussy wouldn't allow it. The first wave of pleasure hit her in the forehead and caused her to see a sheet of blue light that was her orgasm. She closed her eyes hard but heard her master's voice.
"Open your eyes and look at me, slut! Look at me when you come, bitch!" Bonnie snapped her eyes open but had trouble focusing as she squirmed with her mouth wide open, no sound coming out. Bonnie managed to take one quick breath as her chin hit her chest. She couldn't keep her eyes on her master any longer as the second washed over her. She was slightly aware that her insides were squeezing his black cock, hard. She had never felt the muscles inside her vagina spasm. It was fast. Faster that she could consciously control.
Bonnie couldn't keep track of what was happening now nor could she control her body. Drool ran down her cheek as she whipped her head back and forth. The next thing she remembered clearly was her master's voice.
"Look at me, bitch!" She forced her eyes open only to see Elgin's huge cock inches from her face.
"Open your mouth," he whined. The first splash of his thick white spunk hit her below her eye and she jumped slightly at this. Elgin grabbed her hair to keep her face in position as he milked his cock dry. The second splash caught her directly in her mouth and she closed her mouth to swallow his cream missing the third shot that landed on her chin. She quickly opened her mouth, again and leaned forward to accept his pulsing cock into her mouth. She had never put a man's penis in her mouth before. But she had never felt like this before.
His glans stretched her mouth to the limit and as Elgin finished his come, he let go of his cock and placed both his hands on the top of Bonnie's head pushing his thick organ deep down her throat, gagging her. She couldn't breathe or pull away from his grasp. Panic was beginning to well up deep inside the pit of her stomach, when Elgin bucked forward one last time and released his grip on her. Bonnie fell backwards, Elgin towering over her sprawled form.
"Well?" Elgin asked in his soft voice as he fought to regain his breath.
Bonnie averted her eyes from his before she spoke.
"I will be yours forever, master. Whatever you want, whenever you it, master."
Elgin sighed. "Come on, sweety. It's Elgin you're talking to."
Bonnie began to cry and couldn't stop herself. Elgin fell to knees and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"What's wrong, Bonnie? What is it?" He cooed.
Between sniffles, Bonnie managed to answer. "I've never felt like this before. You are so sweet to me and you are so stern. I don't know what to think."
He gently kissed her forehead and said, "Don't think about it just let it happen."
She looked up into his dark eyes and knew she was his.
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Dating in North Dallas
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Posted:Jun 28, 2014 6:58 pm
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Three things can happen in a marriage and two are bad. I'm experiencing one of the bad things. It's called divorce.
What am I doing now? I am now sitting in my girlfriend's Sunday school class at a protestant mega-church. It's a class for divorced singles. The speaker is telling them how men don't understand their wives and moms, and there is one reason for the awful divorce rate -- MEN!
So where did this start? Last night, we made the night club circuit. We danced. We kissed and groped. She came to my apartment; and after a lot of sex, I was exhausted. I took her home at 3 a.m. Let me think ... I promised to pick her up Sunday at 8 o'clock for a day of fun. Now, I'm sitting here. ... and this is definitely not fun!
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Where did this this story really begin? I am 36-year-old black man, who went to a well-heeled university and got into a banking career in North Dallas. Then I got married! It was beautiful wedding and honeymoon. She was white. We were married for 11 years. Actually, make those two happy years and nine miserable years. Then I was divorced.
I was determined to make the best of my divorce. The last thing on my mind were women and dating ... at first that is.
"This is not good! I really didn't expect this,' my twin brother, Gerald said. He lived 250 miles away. He was a devout Christian and the subject of divorce was abhorrent to him. He still lived within 20 miles of our birthplace. While I was determined to leave there and never come back, he would never leave. He married his high school sweetheart. He settled down with a safe government job and had three . The youngest was still living at home.
"I just wanted to let you know. I don't need any help. I'm doing fine," I said. We continued to communicate about once a week.
I was determined not to let divorce get the best of me. I certainly did want my family believe I had turned into a bum. In the ensuing months, I paid off all my debts, saved a lot of money, and bought a two-level condo on Addison Circle. The town of Addison is in North Dallas. Nearby are the fabulous Galleria mall, Neiman Marcus department store and lots of fine dining places. It was near my banking job, too. So life was good.
After work and on the weekends I sat on my patio or sipped coffee in the many sidewalk cafes in the area. I worked out at the gym. I lounged in my spa. I listened to my classical music. I read. I supervised the remodeling of my condo to my tastes. I made acquaintances and chatted.
I made friends with one of my neighbors. Bill was his name. He was a confirmed bachelor. He had lots of advice.
So why you say am I not like all the other divorced men? You know the drill: Every other weekend taking the to the park, with the to the movies, keeping them on the weekend, and then rushing them home on Sunday. The simple fact is: I don't have any . That was the cause of my divorce. Katherine -- that's my ex-wife -- never conceived. She blamed it on me! OK! Just relax! This is a really emotional subject with me. I went to a doctor. He said I was fine. One thing led to another .... It's a long, sad story. It's was story I wanted to forget.
First, I made a list of things I wanted to do in my new single life. I summarized them into three rules: Rule number 1, do not get into any obsessive behavior; Rule number 2, save money; and Rule number 3, keep my options open.
So here I am. I have met all my goals. It's time to have some fun. My first attempt was the single bars. That went against my Rule No. 1. The next was dating services.
"Yes! I love evenings sitting by the fireplace. Oh yes! I love candlelight dinners. Absolutely! are no problem ...." I lied on all the questions. I figured "they" would too.
My first contact was a surprise. She was Candy, a divorced mom with two at home.
"Hi, are you M.D.?"
"Yes," I said.
She was a petite four-foot-10. Her hair was dishwater blonde, and her eyes were hazel. She had rather thin, but cute, sexy lips. I noticed a slight accent. It was part Southern and part something else. She told me she was a Cajun woman from south of New Orleans.
Wait a moment! How can one be from "south of New Orleans"? I thought. There was nothing but mud, swamps, and ocean south of New Orleans! Well, maybe not!
We met at a coffee shop. She had a beautiful smile. I kept glancing at her body, legs, and feet. I made a date. I went out to dinner and danced. She was a poor dancer. I had two years of ballroom lessons, and she did not measure up. But then again, she had other attributes. Those red lips and a sexy body.
She came over unannounced one evening. I had just gotten out of the shower. I was dressed in a bathrobe. I poured her a glass of red wine. We sat on the couch. We exchanged little kisses. She startled me by reaching into my bathrobe and squeezing my.... It took my breath away! We started kissing and groping. We both undressed in a very short time. I laid her on the couch and spread her legs. I climbed on top. She was good at something -- sex! She took my penis and guided, it into her love tunnel. She had two , but they were delivered C-section. She had a very tight body for a thirty-something.
The next four weeks was like a whirlwind.
We spent a week in the New Orleans. We took in every night club, every jazz spot, and every dining bistro in the French Quarter. Along the way, I got in some fantastic sex. She was especially good as fellatio... while I was driving. It was a first for me!
"I love you!" she said looking into my eyes. I knew if I said anything, I would be violating Rule No. 3. So I ditched her as soon as I could.
Then there was the very cute Latina named Marcella. I still remember those full ruby red lips. She had a svelte body and a sexy Spanish accent. She had those beautiful Latin eyes and dark lashes. We took in the usual coffee shop chat drill. We chatted on the phone. Then I asked her out.
On the first date, we met at an Italian restaurant. You know the type. They bring out a big jug of wine. They charge by the glass. She drank most of the jug. I really didn't mind paying for wine. Isn't that what a gentleman should do? Whatever....
We went to a ballroom club to dance. She was a great dancer! We danced the rhumba, the Cha-cha, the Samba, the Tango, and the Salsa. She kept drinking. She was too drunk to drive home. I had to call a taxi. Her ride home was on my dime.
Where else does a woman get falling down drunk on the first date? ... only in North Dallas. Whatever....
Then the dating service sent me Maurine. She was a cute blonde with a Southern accent. She was a secretary in a law firm. She was five-two and had very nice breasts. My guess was 36D. She had beautiful hazel eyes, and light brown hair. She had some girth.
We had two coffee shop dates. She talked a lot.
"I'm very concerned about what baggage you are carrying!" she stated it up front.
"I have no baggage other than eight and a huge pile of debts and I'm an alcoholic who hasn't hit bottom yet." Anyway, that's what I should have said. It turned out she carried all the "baggage".
I remember our first date. It was Saint Valentine's Day. It was supposed to mean something? I bought the dinner, and she provided all the conversation. Her talk was mostly about her ex-husband.
"Oh my god! Will she ever stop?" I thought to myself. She was obviously stuck on her exe whom she met while attending North Texas University. He was an artist and a drugged-out freak. That's my summary of her description. The walls of her home were plastered with cheap artwork. All of it painted, sketched, scratched, smeared, scrawled or scribbled by "him"!
She loved my condo and loved to drop by unexpectedly.
"You will have to take down that pornographic artwork if I bring my over," she said.
"Excuse me! I don't want your over here. This is my condo!" Well, that's what I should have told her.
So where else does a woman march into a male's condo and demand it be redecorated for her? ... only in North Dallas! Whatever....
One evening, she unexpectedly called to say she was coming over. I met her on the street. I didn't want her in my condo. She was happy and giddy.
"I just wanted to come up and see your condo again," she said giggling. She was drinking whiskey from a can.
"Oh my god! I didn't know they sold it in cans! Where did you get it? "I asked.
"I got it at a liquor store on the way." She said it like, "Doesn't everyone buy whiskey and drink it on the way home?"
She was drunk. She was slurring her words. When she climbed out of her Chrysler, she almost fell.
"Aren't you going to ask me up to your condo?"
"Well I would, but you are so drunk, I'm afraid you would fall on your ass before you got there." That is what I should have said. Instead I drove her home. She was too drunk to drive.
So where is it written that when a drunken woman comes uninvited to a male's apartment, he must drive her home and return in taxi on his dime? ...only in North Dallas! Whatever....
The dating in North Dallas was beginning to wear thin.
I discussed it with by neighbor, Bill.
"This dating is not really working out."
Bill laughed. He impressed me that he was a pro at dating in North Dallas.
"You gotta hang in there, friend. If you are in for a good time, you won't find it with the North Dallas girls."
Was that a prophesy?
Next was Sherry Lee. She was a sexy, trim bottle blonde. She had a Southern accent with a north Dallas twang. She grew up in North Dallas and knew everyone. ... it seemed. She was rich. Her family was in the petroleum business. That's pronounced "the ahoyl bidness" in North Dallas. She lived alone in University Park in a palatial mansion with a manicured lawn and tall white Corinthian columns in the front. Yet, she loved my condo. I found out later that it was because I was nearer to the Galleria.
... only in North Dallas. Whatever....
She drove a blood-red Ferrari convertible. She insisted on doing all the driving on our dates.
Our first meeting was arranged by her to be in front of Neiman Marcus, an exclusive department store in the Galleria. We walked and chatted. She window-shopped. We stopped in a café by the ice rink for a latte.
On the first real date, I picked her up at her home. I met her at the door and started toward my Mercedes SL-Class.
"I want to drive my car!" she announced. I opened the door for her. She got in, letting her skirt ride high exposing her hot pink thong. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled, closed the door, and walked to the other side. As I crossed in front of her car, she started it and raced the engine. The Ferrari rocked from side to side from the powerful torque.
"Oh my god! I hope she can drive and stay sober!" I thought to myself.
She roared out of her driveway, almost hitting my Mercedes. She looked at me with that silly smile that she could do so well. I laughed.
Her skirt rode up exposing her lacy-top hose. Her red platform pumps with eight-inch micro stiletto heels were really not made to drive a Ferrari, I observed.
Then she got into traffic ... cell phone traffic that is!
"Hello Cheryl Ann! I'm off to dine at Del Frisco's. Yes ... Uh huh .... Where then? We're going to Arthur's for dancing. See you there! Bye."
Then Bobbie Sue called her.
"Hi Bobbie Sue! Yes! He's cute. Uh huh ... yes! ...at Del Frisco's. Yes ... uh huh.... We will be at Arthurs' around nine."
She called Joyce.
"Hi Joyce! Yes! He is. Well, we will see won't we...." She laughed. "Bobbie Sue told you? Yes, I am! See you at Arthur's at nine."
"Don't mind us! We were in the same sorority. We stay in touch," she said in her sing-song voice.
"That's fine with me. I enjoy listening you chat with your fiends while I pay for this date." That's what I should have said.
"Are you all divorced?" I asked.
"Yes! Joyce dumped her exe. He wasn't making enough. Bobbie Sue caught her exe with his secretary. And Cheryl Ann ... her husband was a doctor. He wasn't around very much. He was either playing golf or in surgery. She got tired of him."
Somehow based on the way she told it, I believed every word.
She pulled into Del Frisco's, an upscale restaurant north of the Galleria. It seemed her entire life was centered on the Galleria. She would not let the valet park her Ferrari. I'm sure for good reason. I'm the same way about my Mercedes. She parked, and we walked in.
We sat down, ordered, and waited for our dinner.
"Excuse me. Do you drive a red Ferrari?" It was the matre'd. Sherrie Lee's Ferrari was somehow blocking the driveway. She handed me the keys. I walked to the parking lot.
Out of the blue, someone started screaming at me.
"Hey asshole! Do you know how to park that goddamn car, asshole? Do you hear me, asshole?"
I avoided eye contact the best that I could.
The Ferrari had somehow rolled from the parking spot into the driveway, blocking about 20 cars. All the drivers were standing outside their cars glaring at me! I noticed that she did not set the parking brake. I drove back into the space and set the brake.
"Hey you! I'm talking to you, asshole!" Someone would not let up. Still avoiding eye contact, I walked as fast as I could back into Del Frisco's. The matre 'd glared at me as I sat down.
"Sir! In the future, I must ask you not to ever come back to Del Frisco's!" he snipped.
Well, If Sherry Lee was driving; there could be a long list of males who have been banned from Del Frisco's. So be it!
... only in North Dallas! Whatever....
She finished her $75 salad. I lost my appetite. I only nibbled at my $125 lobster tail, while smiling at Sherry Lee across the table.
"We all went to North Texas University. We were sorority sisters. We all got married right after graduation. We were all brides' maids in each other's weddings ... blah blah blah blah...."
I learned her entire life's story from college until now over dinner at my last ever visit to Del Frisco's.
... only in North Dallas! Whatever....
We walked out of Del Frisco's to get into her car.
"Hey, asshole! Look at me, asshole!" It was the same insane man. He was still angry that Sherry Lee's Ferrari had blocked his way. I opened the door for her, and we drove away. Once on the street, she spoke to me.
"What did you say to him?" She shot an accusing glance at me!
"I shot him the finger and waved my forty-five caliber automatic around." Well.... That's what I should have said. I just smiled.
... only in North Dallas. Whatever....
Arthur's Club was a few miles away on Dallas' Central Expressway. When we got there, it was a crowded, smoky club with lots of hot blonde thirty-something's dancing with greying fifty-something's. A band in the corner featured a tall, sultry singer, who Sherry Lee knew personally.
"Was the singer a sorority sister, too?" I thought to myself. It was getting to be amusing.
I couldn't really dance. Everyone was shoulder to shoulder. I held Sherry Ann and swayed back and forth.
"I thought you could do ballroom dancing?" she asked as If I had lied on my dating questionnaire.
"Do you want to go to a ballroom?" I said half-jokingly. She had a puzzled look on her face. I knew it would be useless to attempt to explain what ballroom dancing was.
During the evening I danced with each of Sherry Lee's friends. Bobbie Sue was very hot. She pressed her breasts against me. My penis began to grow. She reached down and squeezed my manhood.
"Very nice," she cooed.
I was shocked, but tried not to express it on my face.
Joyce would not let me touch her. She put her palms out against my shoulder and danced at arm length. I really wanted to get my arms around her. Just before the music ended, she unzipped my trousers and squeezed my penis. I was shocked! This time it showed on my face.
"Don't be shocked, honey. I always examine the merchandise," she said grinning.
I would have loved to date Joyce. These women run in a pack, and they are all predators. My chances of dating someone else in this clique were nil.
...only in North Dallas. Whatever....
I had two more dates with Sherry Lee before she came on to me after leaving Arthur's one night. We stopped at my condo and had a few drinks. She started removing my clothes. After I was nude, she sensually took off her clothes one layer at a time. She looked at me with elevator eyes. I felt like she was purchasing a prized stallion.
We went to the bedroom. I discovered that Sherry Lee was a cowgirl. She loved to ride bareback. Whoopee!
... only in North Dallas. Whatever....
***
So now here I am in Sunday school for divorced singles. I am seated in a circle of chairs. These women are all thirty-something blondes. I don't believe there was a natural set of breasts in the room. They have all crossed their legs and let their skirts ride up beyond their lacy-top hose. They all were wearing designer shoes which were swinging back and forth. My eyes were like a funny-face pendulum clock, follow those sexy feet.
Since I was the only male in the class, the speaker kept looking at me. I kept thinking that my "salvation" was the clock. It seemed like an eternity before the class was over.
We walked out.
"I'm not going back to that church," I said.
"Oh! We are going to your place and listen to music." That is how I ended up entertaining four North Dallas girls all afternoon in my condo. When we got there, Sherry Lee threw her clothes in a heap. The other girls followed suit. They crawled into my hot tub. I could not control my cock. It stood at attention as soon as I looked at them.
The girls started laughing.
I jumped into my spa to hide my erection. We laughed, smoked, stroked, and poked for most of the afternoon. It was a first time for me with group sex. It first time I saw lesbian sex, too. Watching two hot women get it on was really quite spectacular! Before the day was over, they all got dressed and left to go shopping at the Galleria. I felt as if I had been ridden hard and put away wet. That is how they described it.
... only in North Dallas. Whatever....
***
"Hello?"
"Hi! It's me Kath!" It was my exe, Katherine.
I wanted to feign that I didn't know her. So I pretended to be glad to hear from her.
"Oh, hi, Kath! I trust you are doing fine. How long has it been? Two years?" I wanted to throw out the hint that I had lost track of time since our divorce.
"Gerald called. Claudia left him. He called me looking for you!"
"I'll give him a call," I said in an even voice. I did want to show her my deep concern.
"I just want to let you know, that I am going to get married!" she squealed.
"Great! I am so happy for you." I was pretending to be happy for her.
"His name is Roger. He's an investment banker. Do you know him?"
"Oh sure, Kath! I know every banker in the world." That's what I should have said.
"Don't think I have ever met him." That was no lie.
"We are going to honeymoon in Cabo."
"That will be just swimmingly," I said. It was a joke. I knew she could not swim.
"I expect we will not get out of the hotel," she giggled.
"I'm sure he's going to knock you up on your honeymoon." That's what I wanted to say.
"I'm sure you will be very happy," I said with a sing-song voice.
"I'm going to send you an invitation."
"Thank you! I will be delighted to come and be the object of everyone's stares." That's what I should have said.
"When I get your invitation, I'll put it on my calendar." Putting it on my calendar and promising to go were two different things. I wanted that to be a hint to her.
"Bye bye!"
"Bye Kath."
I breathed a sigh of relief. I had just gotten through my first conversation with my exe without feeling beaten down. I clinched my teeth when I thought of Gerald's plight. Of course having Gerald's marriage split up was somehow a validation of her side in our divorce. I felt that undertone in her voice. Why did Gerald call her? I felt betrayed. Oh well! I will get her back by not sending her a wedding gift or appearing at her wedding. Then again .... Whatever....
I dialed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi Gerald." I knew he would recognize my voice.
"M.D.! Claudia left me!"
"So now aren't you sorry for your condescension when I announced my divorce?" That's what I should have said.
"I'm so sorry! What happened?" I said.
"I came home. She had moved out! She took all the furniture ... everything!"
"Do you want my advice?"
"What should I do?"
"Let her go! She moved out. Just let her go!"
"I can't live without her!"
"Oh yes you can! Just suck it up, brother! You will get by this and be better off. Believe me!"
"I've got to find her and get her to come back!"
"Do what you have to do, but my advice is to let her go."
"Bye, M.D."
"Keep in touch," I said.
I hung up the phone, feeling a sudden rush of power and wisdom. Me! M.D. who felt beaten down during those early post-breakup weeks two long years ago was now feeling so powerful. I am the all-wise, all-knowing, M.D. I laughed. Then I felt sorry for Gerald. Poor brother!
I cancelled my dating and drove down on the weekend. He looked devastated and so pathetic. He was a mirror image of me. His face and cheeks were sunken in and his eyes were sad. He had been sleeping -- or rather not sleeping -- on a cot. Empty bean cans littered his kitchen. Dirty clothing were scattered about his bedroom. She had ransacked his bank account. I took him and my nephew, Jim, out to a restaurant. They seemed very appreciative. He was close to tears. My nephew kept looking down at his plate.
I booked them into a hotel and paid for a week's accommodation. I wrote him a check for gasoline and food. I promised more if he needed it.
"I'll pay you back, M.D.", he said.
"Don't worry about it. I know how you feel, my brother," I kept telling him. "You will get through this." I thought about giving him my "Three Rules", but I decided he wouldn't stick to them. It's something one must decide for oneself. Other than meeting my initial goals, I couldn't boast that my love life had vastly improved. Of course, I was getting sex, but this wasn't the time to mention that.
I drove back to Addison Circle, worrying about Gerald and Jim. After work on Monday, Gerald called.
"Hello?"
"Hi M.D."
"How are you?"
"Look! I found out that Claudia ran off with a patient at the hospital," he said.
Claudia was a nurse and worked in a hospital.
"I'm sorry to hear that!" I lied. I was glad he now had something to hang onto -- anger!
"Jim told me she had been meeting him at the grocery store and other places in front of him. He didn't understand what was happening!" he said. There was anger in his voice. I smiled.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Actually, I was glad to hear it. Now maybe, he will get angry, stop trying to get her to come back. Just maybe he will pull himself together.
"I filed for divorce today. I cancelled our checking account and locked her out my new account," Gerald said. I heard determination in his voice.
"Good for you! Listen! She's gone. Just let her go. You don't need to call her or talk to her. Just play it cool. Why not come up here to Addison for a week?" Suddenly I realized I had made a big mistake. "Oh, my god! Now, I will have to take down my art!" I thought. I was desperately hoping he would say no.
"No! I've got to stay here."
I felt relieved!
"Bye."
"Keep in touch. Bye" I hung up the phone. I felt relief. He's on his own, now. Maybe he will come out of it. I can't be a babysitter to my tough-luck brother. In the back of my mind, I was prepared to be his baby sitter anyway.
I picked up the phone and dialed Sherry Lee.
***
"Hello."
"Hi are you M.D.?"
"Yes."
"This is the dating service. I have someone you will love to meet. She says she loves to dance ballroom!"
"That's great! I'd like to meet her," I said trying to hide the enthusiasm in my voice.
When I got home the next afternoon, I had a message on my phone.
"Hi! I'm Jane. The dating service gave me your number ...."
I listened to her voice. It sounded sweet and kind of sexy. There was something else. She had an accent that I could not place. She definitely was not from North Dallas. I had my fill of girls who grew up in North Dallas. Dating in North Dallas was turning into a nightmare! Right now, anything would be welcome relief. I dialed her right away.
We talked, and I found out that she recently moved to Dallas from London. He had never heard of the Galleria. That was a relief!
I arranged to meet her at a French restaurant half way between our homes. It was the La Madeleine. They served a delicious black French coffee. La Madeleine had lots of two-chair tables and cozy nooks to talk privately.
"Hi, are you M.D.?"
"Yes! Hi!" She was a petite woman with beautiful red hair. Her eyes were green and wide. Her lips were very full and ruby red. Her makeup was immaculate. She was dressed in a short skirt. Her legs and thighs were like a fashion model. She wore patent leather pumps with medium heels.
"I'm Jane!"
"Hi Jane."
"No! I'm Jane."
"Hi again, Jane," I said. I was really confused. Was she Jane or not? This was not going well.
"No! I said Jane," she said with a bit of irritation.
"Please spell it for me."
"Sure! J ... E ... A ... N, Jane!" Oh! My god! It was her English accent. I laughed.
"I am so sorry Jean! I've been living in America all my life. I have a problem with REAL English." I laughed. I wanted to make a joke out of a very awkward moment. She didn't look amused. I suddenly had a feeling I wanted to buy her the obligatory cup of French coffee, chat with her, and go back to the nightmare of dating in North Dallas.
I decided to start it off by asking all the cliché questions she had heard a million times and was bored hearing again. I found a table in a busy part of La Madeleine's and held the chair for her.
"So how long have you living in America?" I was sure that question would run her off.
I found out that she had been living in America for less than a year. She was real English and did not like anything French. At that point, I was beginning to believe this "date" was melting down fast.
But then there was something about Jean. It was her toothy smile and sweet accent. We talked back and forth. She didn't seem to want to dominate the conversation. She was warm and friendly. I couldn't take my eyes off of her face. Her green eyes were so beautiful!
"Would you like to try a date? Maybe a restaurant -- any place besides Del Frisco's -- and the theatre?"
She looked puzzled about the Del Frisco's remark but accepted my offer.
A year later, we were married and my North Dallas dating nightmare was over.
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A Quick E-Mail
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Posted:Jun 28, 2014 6:53 pm
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So, NOW, you are an exhibitionist? Okay, then I guess you won't mind if I share the following story. Have you had sex with a black man? It's okay, you can tell me. For some reason the following gets me very excited.
Sometimes you're completely naked, sometimes you are clothed with one beautiful breast pulled out. In front of you is standing a well-muscled black man. And, of course, he has a big, heavy, black cock. I know how much you love big cocks.
I am sitting and watching as you sink down to your knees in front of him. His big black cock is already hard. He reaches a hand down in your hair and pulls your head back. He rubs the shaft of his big black cock on your mouth, your cheeks, your face. You can't help it, you moan and stick out your pink little tongue to lick his cock. He pulls his cock back and lightly slaps the purple and black head of his cock on your tongue. You moan again, your face flushed.
You slide one hand right down to your pussy. You get wet so quickly, you naughty little girl. You wrap your fingers around the base of his big cock and start jerking him off while rubbing your tongue against the head of his cock. His hands drop to his sides. You pull his cock back from your mouth and look right at me, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other fingering your pussy. Your big brown eyes are looking right at me as you slowly open your mouth and let his big black cock slide inside.
The thought of that gets my cock so hard, your pretty little mouth wrapped around his big black cock, your head bobbing up and down on his shaft, sucking his cock while looking at me. You look so sexy sucking his cock. Your pussy must be so juicy and wet right now. I wonder if you are rubbing it discreetly through your clothes so no one will know, or if you have already slipped a finger inside that hot, slippery little cunt.
I will help you: he moans and puts his hands back in your hair. He holds your head steady and starts sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. Your eyelids flutter shut, your moans muffled by his big cock as he fucks your mouth.
He grunts and starts to fuck your mouth harder, you can feel his cock swelling in your mouth and know that he's close. You open your eyes and look at me as he shoves his cock deeper inside, as he fucks your hot, wet little mouth.
Another grunt and you can feel that big cock swelling and twitching in your mouth. Are you going to let that big black cock come in your mouth, you dirty little girl? While I watch you suck his cock? He is, baby, he's shooting his hot come in your mouth. I know how much you love a big, hard cock coming in your mouth.
But his cock slips out, and now that big black cock is spurting hot come to splatter all over your tits, your neck, some of his come is on your face as you grab the shaft of his cock and shove it back in your mouth. You lick up all his yummy come like a good little girl, I know how much you love that hot, white come.
Then you stand and walk toward me, your jiggling tits covered with come. You pull my head down to you, kissing me, shoving your tongue into my mouth. His come mingles between our tongues. You pull my head down to your breast and I lick his come from your brown nipple before sucking the hard nipple into my mouth. Your moans are ragged and urgent, I know what you want.
I throw you down on the ground, covering you with my body, shoving my big hard cock inside your hot, throbbing cunt with one hard stroke. You cry out as I fuck you with my big cock, your pussy juices are everywhere. I fuck you harder, I run my fingers along your neck and then push my come-covered fingers in your mouth. You suck on my fingers, your tongue licking at his come, showing me what you would do if there was another big cock to shove in your mouth while I fill your hot little pussy with my big cock.
I love it when you get like this, when you lose control, all you want is to come. I can feel your body arching underneath me, I want you to do it, I want you to come all over that big hard cock. Can you do that for me? Come like a good little girl all over my cock? Your head snaps back as you finally come, your tight cunt squeezing the shaft of my cock as I fuck you.
Anyway, something along those lines. I was going to tell you before you got on your flight, so that you would have five hours to go to the bathroom and finger your hot, wet little pussy, licking the pussy juices from your fingers and then walking back to your seat, wondering if anyone knew what you had been doing, if your face was still a little flushed. I hope you get this at work, because I know you will have to go to the bathroom and finger your hot little cunt. Take your phone and send a picture of two fingers sliding up inside that wet, pretty little pussy.
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Horny Asian with a Twist
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Posted:Jun 28, 2014 6:10 pm
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I walked into the Irish Pub on Walnut Street in Center City Philly and scanned the crowded Thursday night throng for my good buddy Pat O'Brien, aptly named for the location.
Pat, or Obie, would only introduce himself to women as Patrick, attempting, I suppose, to make himself sound more sophisticated.
Not surprisingly, I found him in the corner putting the moves on a tall, light-skinned black woman who seemed only lukewarm to Pat's, excuse me, Patrick's advances. More men should take their cues from a woman's body language when they are hitting on her, it would save a lot of time for all parties involved.
I ordered a pint (why do pseudo-Irish pubs located an ocean away from Dublin insist on offering only 'pints' of draft beers?) and leaned on the bar to watch the festivities from a distance. No matter what you called him, Obie had a thing for black women, it was his long-running fantasy to finally fuck one. I had witnessed him go down in flames on numerous occasions, and it was usually entertaining to observe, so I chose to forsake my role as a good wingman and settled back to observe the frivolity, content on discreet voyeurism for now.
I was only vaguely aware of a body sidling in next to mine at the bar until my nose detected a sensationally arousing scent wafting through the heavy, smoky air of the low ceiling of the bar. Sight unseen, I detected that this heavenly fragrance must belong to something equally intoxicating, as my olfactory system was sending immediate and unmistakably urgent messages directly to my crotch.
I turned slowly as I felt a soft grazing on my exposed forearm, and saw three things: one of the most beautiful, exotic Asian faces, and, glancing lower, two of the most pronounced, largest nipples I had ever seen poking through the fabric of a white, ribbed, sleeveless turtleneck. The image of two of the thimble pieces from a Monopoly game floated into my brain as a comparison, they were of a similar size and appeared to be equally hard.
She stroked the stem of a martini glass with her index finger and thumb, and re-directed my gaze from her rigid pebbles back to her angelic face. Her smile was worthy of a toothpaste commercial and she cocked her head to the right, towards where Pat had now nuzzled ever closer to his lovely ebony target in the rear of the tavern, who stifled a yawn.
"That's my roommate you keep checking out back there, do you like her? I can set you up, she's trying to get rid of that guy she's with, she's giving me the secret signal, she's pulling on her earlobe."
I hesitated for a moment to absorb the entire package of adorable sensuality in front of me. About 5'2", maybe 105 lbs, raven black hair tied up in a tight bun, huge dark eyes that were the color of her hair and a pert body that reflected daily trips to the gym. She wore tight black linen pants and although I couldn't yet see her ass, I had no doubt that it was high, taut, and a perfect little bubble-ass, the kind that is so typical of petite Asian women.
Her top was molded directly to what I estimated were 32B breasts and was stretched taut against those amazing nipples that literally begged to be sucked. Her skin was naturally a light brown and the summer sun had put the final touches on her body, emitting a healthy, bronzed glow. Her lips were full and the approximate color of cranberries, and yes, I already imagined my thick cock being held captive within them.
I took a sip of my lager (yep, they insisted on calling it a lager, too), and felt the immediate need to clarify, lest she come to the mistaken conclusion that my interests were elsewhere.
"Actually, that's MY friend hitting on your roommate, and I'm taking great pleasure watching him prepare to strike out." She giggled, joining in the fun, which resulted in a feeling of instant camaraderie, co-conspirators taking morbid, prurient pleasure in a silly spy game.
I decided to roll the dice early and show my hand, taking my own cues from her own body language that she would be receptive to my flirtatiousness. Nipples that size tell no lies.
"Besides," I continued coyly, "I have an attraction to your roommate's roommate."
She frowned for an instant, doing the math, then her Colgate smile brightened in recognition of my compliment, and if possible, her nipples may just have stiffened a bit more. As I watched her nubs delightfully blossom, I was reminded of that line from 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas'.
"The Grinch's heart, they say, grew three sizes that day". Substitute 'heart' with 'nipples', and, well, do you have a visual?
She removed her fingers from masturbating the martini glass and extended her tiny hand to me. "My name's Sunny." She giggled that cute, little schoolgirl giggle again, and this time my auditory senses joined their olfactory buddies, and in tandem they were shouting to my dick. "Grow, baby, grow!", and it was complying with each passing second.
She went on, even the dimples on her high cheekbones were irresistibly sexy as she explained, waving her hands, "Actually, my proper Korean name is Kwang-Sun, but it loosely translates into 'Sunny', so that's what everyone calls me."
Hey, as the show says, it's always Sunny in Philadelphia.
We small-talked for a few minutes, and as we did, our bodies crept closer to each other's below the bar, so that our hips were connected shortly into our conversation, and it was not by mutual accident. I wanted Sunny to feel my heat, as it's been said by more than one woman that my best feature is indeed located below my waist, and I've learned to play to my strength, so to speak. It wasn't the first time that a woman was seduced primarily by my package.
It's fun having a big cock, and even more fun when the woman realizes it for the first time. Sunny caught on rather quickly, grinding her pelvis into mine repeatedly, trying to gauge texture, thickness, girth, all of the important penile milestones, and it was evident that she was curious and eager to further explore.
In the course of the conversation, I discovered that she and her roommate, Leslie, were just visitors from San Jose for the week, in town for a nursing seminar at nearby Jefferson hospital, and they would be flying out mid-morning and had decided for a night out after an arduous four days of copious classroom work. They shared a room at the Hershey Hotel ( Hey, I'm not smart enough to make up that name) on Broad Street, a short walk away.
By the time we had finished our second drink, my hand lightly caressed Sunny's luscious little butt through her pants and the back of her small palm brushed over my cock, once, twice, three times now, each time her touch lingering just a bit longer, gauging the length and circumference and clearly impressed by her initial hypothesis.
"Mmmmm, I'm very horny, don't tempt me," she purred.
I gently grabbed her wrist and twisted it so that it was now the front of her palm exploring my eight-inch bulge. "Consider yourself tempted."
"By the way, Sunny, that ear lobe signal....?" She looked at me quizzically, urging me to continue with raised eyebrows. "Do you two have a secret signal for when you ARE interested in a guy?"
Sunny attracted Leslie's attention on the far side of the tavern and made a dramatic swipe of her index finger against the bridge of her nose. "We saw Paul Newman and Robert Redford do that in the movie, 'The Sting', and we decided it would be our little signal to the other," she said, staring deeply into my eyes now, rubbing her crotch into mine beneath the bar.
I leaned in closer as well and my fingers began to stroke between her asscheeks, trying to decide if she was wearing athong or not. "Oh, yeah, well, just what does that little signal mean?"
She raised up on her tip-toes to reach my face, and she nibbled on my ear, biting it gently. "It means I'm leaving, I want to fuck this guy."
She stood still, watching my reaction, but her answer was in her hands now, my cock twitching and pulsing in her palm. "I'm married," she whispered. "Does that present a problem to you?"
I shook my head no. "Not unless he's in your room."
Thirty seconds later, after a brief stop to Leslie and Pat/Patrick/Obie and bidding them a gracious adieu, Sunny and I were walking arm-in-arm, west on Walnut towards the Hershey.
During the walk, Sunny matter-of-factly explained that her husband was a prominent doctor in the Bay Area and she'd recently discovered that he had a propensity for placing his stethoscope and other utensils in various nurses' orifices, so Sunny decided that she would take this trip as an opportunity for a measure of revenge if she could find the right 'patient'. Apparently, I fit the bill, and was more than willing to undergo an extensive examination.
She continued her diatribe in an almost clinical tone as we approached the entrance to the hotel.
"You're going to be my fantasy fuck tonight, so you should know what I like. I expect a man to take charge in the bedroom, make me his woman. I want to be fucked hard from the rear, rough hands spreading my cunt and shoving fingers inside. I like my tits mauled. I like my face fucked. I enjoy taking every inch of a man's dick down my throat."
Okay, I thought, so much for the demure Asian woman stereotype. We were in the lobby now, waiting for the elevator, and she elaborated as we climbed into the cab. She was rubbing my cock vigorously as she pressed the button for the nineteenth floor. "I love to be boned up the ass, hard. I need a man who is not afraid that I'll break and will force my knees tightly against my tits and force his big, stiff cock into my tender dirty hole. You can cum on my face. I like it really rough. I need it, I crave it and I deserve it."
When we entered her room, she pushed me back against the door, licked her full, cranberry lips and slowly began to undress as she spoke in a low sultry voice. "Oh, and in case you hadn't guessed, John, when I have sex I love to talk dirty and be talked dirty to, I'll assume that is okay with you?"
Admittedly a bit intimidated now, hoping that my performance would be up to par enough to satisfy this insatiably demanding Korean vixen, I nodded my consent. I mean, really, what kind of gentleman would I be not to acquiesce to a ladies' polite request?
She grabbed the bottom of the turtleneck shirt and slowly raised it up. When it reached her tits it hung up and she pulled harder and her pert tits jumped out of the blouse, encased in an ivory half-cup lacy bra. She pulled it off over her head, undoing the clasp on her hair clip as she did so, and her gorgeous mane of black silky hair was disheveled as the turtleneck pulled away. She ran her small slim fingers through her hair and shook her head at my crotch. "Touch yourself," was her simple command.
Licking her wet lips she slowly unzipped her skin tight black pants and a patch of dark hair appeared just above her pussy. Wiggling her ass she turned her back to me and bent over and slowly lowered the pants. Her ass was magnificent, better than I even imagined. Still bent over, her hands bracing on the hotel door, she turned her head to look at me as I stroked my cock through my own pants.
"Mmmmmmmmm, that's it John, stroke that big cock of yours, just imagine sticking that monster of yours between these tight cheeks and fucking my wet holes. I can't wait to see it. Ahhhhhhh, yes John, I want it in both holes but I want you to cum in my pussy, I need to feel a new man's cum shoot once again in me. Ohhhhh, John, fuck, it's been so long since I felt hot cum dripping out of my tight holes."
She stroked her pussy from the front and when she pulled out, her fingers were already covered with a thick white sticky froth. She was dripping wet and ready to be fucked. I wanted to do it bad, but first I wanted to taste that creamy delicious nectar from her hole. There is just something so uniquely delectable about an Asian woman's pussy, the brown folds seem to emit an exotic, tangy juice that must be indigenous to Indonesia and the Far East. And then I heard her sweet, soft little-girl voice again, with that remaining hint of a Eastern accent.
"I want a man who knows what he wants. A man with experience to burn. A man who loves pussy. My pussy. Who knows what to do with it."
Sunny giggled as my eyes went wider, listening to her incredibly arousing words. She stood there in that sheer bra, but to top it off she was also wearing a black lacy garter belt and sheer black stockings. Her tiny feet were in a pair of black patent leather hi-heeled shoes. She turned slowly for my approval and I extended my hand out for hers and taking it I drew her slowly toward me. Her large nipples, the size of which reminded me of the string-winders on an acoustical guitar for some reason, showed invitingly under that see-through material and her thick dark bush peeked out from under the matching, nearly transparent thong she had on.
Bending over further she slipped the pants from her legs and put the high heels back on. She slowly stood up and turned towards me, her pussy lips, although tight lipped, shined with her juices that were slowly seeping out. Tossing her beautiful mane of hair, which stretched down her back nearly to the curve of her backbone to just above that luscious ass, she looked my in the eye and slowly caressed her hip and moved back to her ass as the other hand slid down to the patch of hair above her pussy and tugged at the black wiry hair above her mound. Moaning she slid her finger into her hole and slowly withdrew it. It was covered in her juices.
"Mmmmmm, want a taste?"
Sunny smiled, continuing to rub her clit through her thong. I went to grab at her thong, but Sunny shook her head. "I want you to take them off using just your teeth," she said seductively.
I smiled as she leaned back and placed her ass against the front door before I skillfully used my teeth to pull at each side of her thong and slowly brought her panties down over her hips. I drank in her intoxicating feminine scent, breathing it in deeply as I removed her underwear orally. I then positioned my head between her taut thighs and started to lap my tongue out over her wet clit, loving the way she tasted, and raised her one leg over my shoulder, and she curled it around my neck and groaned.
Greedily, I ate her out, licking all over her clit and sucking on it before using my stiff tongue to fuck in and out of her searing tight hole. She moaned loudly before releasing an orgasm rippling all throughout her tiny body. I noisily slurped up all her cum fluids, still pistoning my tongue in and out of her pussy as she continued to convulse while grinding frantically on my face.
She led me to the bed and pushed me down, unsnapping her bra clasps finally, providing me with my first unfettered full frontal view of those spectacular nipples, perched on impeccably firm tits.
She moved her small hand to my shaft, pulling my cock out of his pants from the zipper hole, and the look of combined lust and arousal was one that I'd seen from women many times upon first glimpse of my pole, but on Sunny's gorgeous face, it was even more priceless. "Oh my God," she muttered. "You're fucking huge."
Just to see, she reached and held the big thing with both hands, one right on top of the other. To her shock, both fit and she still had room to stroke me. "Fuck," she said, "I've only seen dicks this big in porn."
Looking up at me with long lashes she smiled and those dimples reappeared, and as she began slowly sucking my cock into her mouth the dimples increased and I groaned at the lovely Asian married woman on her knees. Her eyes never left mine and she sucked harder and deeper. I eventually had to close my eyes to refrain from coming in her sucking, tight, hot mouth, and then I heard her lilting voice, muffled by my shaft beginning to bury in her throat.
"Holy shit, your cock is thick," Sunny mumbled happily, pulling her head up to look at me. "I've never had anything this large in my mouth. It feels good. It feels real good."
She continued her oral homage and slid back and forth on my cock, lowering her mouth herself down and down on it until she could feel the ridge of my glans. After consuming almost the whole entire length of my beefy tool, she came up for air, and gasping, she repeated her comment on my size, as if still trying to tell herself it was really happening, "Shit! Your cock is huge. It feels like it's a foot long."
I smiled and proudly said, "Just over eight inches when I'm really hard, but the way you've got me going it might be a foot."
She wriggled my pants off of my ankles and stared in amazement at my now fully unencumbered cock. "I have to have this thing in me, I hope it can fit." She straddled my hips and grabbed my cock, placing it under her cunt as she slid onto me tentatively, realizing that she would have to be careful not to be ripped apart now that she was getting what she wished for.
Sunny thrust her sensational body up and down, letting just about three or four inches in, stopping when she needed to adjust her stretched cunt muscles, and then back down a bit until she again felt full. She felt a need to deliver a play-by-play analysis of the penetration.
"My husband's tiny penis never makes me feel this hot, unghhh. It's never filled me like this. Fuck. Hell, there are times when I wondered if he was even in me."
This particular cock, however, which belonged to me, left no room for doubt. I was inside of her deeper than any man had ever been and she knew it. She could feel every single inch of my thick long cock sliding in and out of her dripping Korean snatch, and she loved it.
"You're so fucking tight," I said.
"Your so Goddamned big," she responded.
"I want to be deeper inside of you, Sunny." I thrusted my hips upward raising off the bed and her body had no choice but to rise with me as she was fully impaled by dick.
"I'll try, but I'm not sure how much more I can handle," she whimpered, but valiantly pushing harder onto my rock hard prick. More slid in as she moaned loudly with me.
"It's fucking huge," she again announced to me, as if I wasn't aware of it already.
"I want it all inside of you, Sunny, fuck me."
She swallowed hard and pushed down harder, sliding more of me inside of her with a determined grunt. I wasn't quite all the way in yet, but she couldn't take any more. I could feel my cock head bumping up against her cervix. "You're too big, I....oh, fuck, I can't take any more," she stammered, her voice wracked by a mixture of anxiety, sweet discomfort, and pleasure beyond any she'd experienced.
I was not to be deterred. I knew she could take it as much as she knew she wanted to. "Do you like me deep inside of you, Sunny?" I asked.
"I love it."
"Do I fill you up?"
"Yes."
"Do I fill you more than any other guy has, Sunny?"
"Yes."
"More than your husband ever will?"
"Oh, fuck, yes. Not even close. That tinsel-dick." She giggled that delightful giggle once more, causing my cock to further stiffen. That laugh was as much as an aphrodisiac as that tight Asian twat. It was time for the grand finale, and my voice rose in decibels as I began to bark orders at her.
"Fuck my big cock, Sunny, with that fantastic cunt. Fuck me hard."
"Yes," she moaned lustily, lifting herself up to the crown and then back down as far she could go. My demand to be fucked made her fireplace hot. She couldn't believe how horny she was. Neither could I.
Sunny rode and gyrated on me wildly, riding up and down and up and down. In synchronized carnal teamwork, we groaned with pleasure with each thrust.
"Faster, you horny Asian slut!" I demanded and she responded, moving up and down my long, thick cock with passion. She could feel every inch of me now pushing inside of her and it felt indescribably good for me, and her groans indicated likewise. She loved my big cock, it felt like nothing she'd ever experienced, she was a slave to it now.
Before long, she realized that she was finally getting every inch of my monster inside of her. "Oh fuck," she announced, "I'm taking it all."
"Oh God, don't I know it," I said, looking up at her perfect tits as they bounced tightly on her chest with each change of direction. I cupped her tiny ass with both hands and started to move her up and down on my shaft faster.
"Tell me again," I said.
"I'm taking all of your beautiful dick, John. Every inch of your thick cock. It's all inside of me. Oh God it's all inside of me. I love it, John. I love your huge cock. It's going to make me cum, John! You're going to make me cum," she squealed to me, just seconds before a powerful orgasm racked her body.
All she could do was scream at that point, as my arms took control of her body and shifted her up and down the full length of my throbbing dick.
"Yes, yes, yes," she kept repeating.
"I feel your hard cock reaming my little Asian cunt," Sunny panted to me.
"Oh God!"
She lifted her torso off of my pelvis and a thick stream of milky cunt cum cascaded down onto my belly and she rolled over on her side and grabbed my shaft forcefully, pointed it at her cock-hungry mouth and yelled, "Cum on my face, coat me, do it, cum on me," and I unleashed stream after stream of sticky sperm all over her cover-model-worthy Korean, angelic face and watched her gobble it up like a tiny bird savoring a meal.
Just as Leslie's sultry voice surprised me from the doorway. I'd never heard her enter, but her hand was pushed down her skirt, fingering herself. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, can I have some, too, please, Sunny?"
"Can we share?"
I was to find out later that the 'secret signal' of the finger across the bridge of the nose was, in actuality, a private invitation tendered by Sunny to Leslie to join us at her earliest convenience.
They had orchestrated a double-team, much to my surprise, but certainly not to my consternation, once Sunny had verified in the pub that my measurements would be sufficient to satisfy their mutual needs before departing Philly for their flight back to the West Coast in the morning. I would provide the cock for their respective 'designated driving' carnal activities tonight and into the early hours of the morning. I was to be their steering wheel.
But in the mean time, Sunny gestured with a wave for Leslie to approach her as my cum still dripped from between Sunny's lips, and Leslie dipped her head under Sunny's face, hovering just inches above my still twitching cock. Sunny deposited a load of my semen into Leslie's dark, waiting mouth, as the two shared a deep kiss, licking and smacking their lips, swirling my seed around their tongues and down their throats.
Leslie stood up and began to peel the velour blouse over her head, revealing a set of sepia-hued tits encased in a beige push-up bra. "You're right, Sunny, his cock is sensational."
She unsnapped her jeans and stepped out of them to show a matching thong over her flat stomach and puffy mound. The contrast of the Sunny's petite Asian body and Leslie's lithe, bronze skin and full breasts was more than enough tactile motivation to keep my dick titanium-hard, despite just having cum like a tsunami.
Leslie's next words were filthier than any I could have dreamed up. "And you taste incredible, as usual, Sunny. God, I love to taste your cunt juices."
The Korean vixen and the brown beauty literally dragged me by my cock to the shower for round two of the evening's events, and as the warm water flowed onto our three bodies in the comfortable stall, they took turns caressing and stroking my dick in a soapy massage, commenting lewdly regarding my below-the-waist charms as if I wasn't even there.
I was their living, breathing sex toy for the night and into the following morning, a role that I could have never imagined even in my wildest fantasies, a slab of white meat sandwiched between a piece of melba toast and a fortune cookie.
During our prolonged shower, I alternated between pinching Sunny's plump, extended nipples with one hand while fingering Leslie's tawny, burnished pussy with the other while sucking on Leslie's huge areolas and Sunny's talented tongue. All the while, my ethnically diverse lovers pulled my ever-growing cock up to my belly button as they gasped in awe-struck admiration, and they knelt and cupped and shared my heavy balls into their warm mouths.
For the next several hours, three bodies of different colors with different holes and orifices to fill with assorted shafts and tongues and digits writhed on the mattress engaging in pleasures heretofore unthinkable and certainly unexplored, at least in my life.
My cock, in approximate order, was in: Leslie's mouth, Sunny's cunt, Leslie's mouth again, Sunny's hands, Leslie's honey-brown cunt, Sunny's impossibly tight anus (lubricated copiously by Leslie's tender and patient analingus performed on Sunny's ass hole), Leslie's mouth for a third time, then Sunny's mouth, Leslie's pussy once more, and Sunny licked my cock urgently until she succeeded in releasing a massive burst of my seed onto Leslie's caramel-flavored tits.
Exhausted, I collapsed on the mattress, semi-comatose, and was awakened in the morning by the sound of the shower head running in the bathroom, the peek of sunlight coming through the drapes and the sensation of Sunny straddling my mouth in a sixty-nine position.
When Leslie exited from her shower, I fucked her in front of the bathroom mirror as she still had her towel on, lowering it to massage her globes and raising it to ease my cock into her newly-cleaned cunt, and when Sunny emerged she and Leslie sucked me in a show of multi-cultural oral detente, extracting my third load, and one of the drops dripped majestically from Sunny's distended nipples as Leslie sucked it and made it disappear into her tummy.
I showered alone, mercifully, my cock now resembling a flag in memoriam, at half-mast, yet when I returned back into the suite, both Leslie and Sunny had dressed in tight, fashionable miniskirts for their flight back to San Francisco, and insisted that I accompany them for their taxicab drive to the airport.
Our trio made quite a sight as we strutted through the lobby and the concierge enviously hailed a cab for us, and we piled into the back seat, again with me as the filler piece of the colorful sandwich.
I directed the Middle-Eastern driver to eschew the more expedient route of Interstate 95, using the excuse that the Girard Point Bridge was perpetually under construction, and suggested that he head south on Broad Street through the narrow and congested sections of South Philadelphia.
Since he seemed to have an inclination as to what might evolve within the crowded quarters of his back seat, he adjusted his rear view mirror and happily complied without inquiry.
I reached and pulled up the hems of both of my lovers' skirts to find that Sunny had gone without panties and Leslie had on a lacy, red silk thong. I three-fingered Sunny's still-steaming twat immediately and pulled Leslie's thong deep and tight into her snatch, fucking her with the soft fabric and issued a succinct directive to my back-seat companions. "Suck my cock."
Sunny was the first to cum from my dual digital fucking, exploding Asian ambrosia-flavored cunt nectars onto my palm while simultaneously spitting more saliva onto my rigid dick while Leslie lovingly licked the tip.
As we reached the corner of Pattison Avenue, in front of the Sports Complex, I lifted Sunny up, her tiny head unwittingly scraping the roof of the cab, and I plopped her tiny, taut body directly onto my dick and her hair swung wildly as I forcefully filled her with every thick inch, banging into her already battered cervix with each thrust until she came in a wail of Korean obscenities.
Having provided Sunny with a more-than-memorable goodbye present, I pushed her aside onto the corner of the seat and leaned over and with one rough pull, I ripped Leslie's thong with one powerful yank, tossed the shredded remains to the driver, pushed Leslie back onto the seat, raised her high-heeled legs, wrapped them in an 'X' over my shoulders, and stuffed my cock, still dripping with Sunny's latest blast of cum, deep into her ebony tunnel until we both exploded in orgasmic ecstasy just as we entered the "Departure" lane of the United Airlines terminal at Philadelphia International Airport.
The girls staggered out of the back seat of the cab onto the terminal's sidewalk, cum still running from under their skirts and down their thighs, naturally attracting the attention of bagmen, porters, cops, travelers, pigeons, air traffic controllers, hell, anyone within a time zone of this Sexual Ground Zero that we had just created.
I gave them a wave and blew them a kiss as I instructed the delighted cabbie to return me to Center City, this time via the conventional route of the Interstate, pulling my sated yet weary cock back into the safe confines of my zipper, taking notice that he was doing the same.
My cell phone vibrated and I looked at the display screen that indicated Pat was on the line. Exasperated, he didn't even bother with questions, launching into a frustrated rant.
"I was all ready to fuck that hot black chick last night when she blew me off, telling me she had to go and rescue her friend from you, that she got some kind of signal from her that she needed her help. I thought we both were home free. What the fuck do you think happened?"
Well, I think the black chick helped out just fine, Patty, me boy.
I write and submit this story to "Lit" because I just got a surprise e-mail from Sunny, announcing that she has sufficient 'motive and opportunity' to make a return visit to Philadelphia sometime soon when her philandering husband is off on one of his own frequent trips for 'seminars'.
She wanted to know if perhaps I could procure a couple for some fun and games during her visit.
Hmmmmm. Perhaps readers in the Mid-Atlantic region will know of someone, eh?
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Fine Breasts
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Posted:Mar 17, 2014 12:10 am
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I recently told my mother-in-law that she has really fine breasts and how much pleasure I derive from looking at them. She smiled, thanked me, and then removed her brassiere and gave it to me. I use it often while I am pleasuring myself.
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Fine Breasts
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Posted:Mar 17, 2014 12:10 am
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I recently told my mother-in-law that she has really fine breasts and how much pleasure I derive from looking at them. She smiled, thanked me, and then removed her brassiere and gave it to me. I use it often while I am pleasuring myself.
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The Lovers
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Posted:Mar 16, 2014 7:01 pm
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Ouchh... a shrill scream was muffled midway by a heavy palm, which loosened its grip on her breast and quickly made its way to her mouth. With each thrust digging deeper inside her than the previous one, she almost doubled in pain and tears were already rolling down the side of her eyes. She felt something being torn inside her and again tried to shout but settled for a love bite on the palm instead.
Stung by the sharp pain of his love bite, he stretched her legs to the limit and then some and let go of his whole body wait when going down on her. She accepted her destiny which was brought to her by choice and stopped resisting and instead wrapped her legs around his torso resting heels on his hips and started matching his rhythm, matching his strokes and trying to take him deeper inside. Slowly, the pain gave way to something similar to intoxication and she found herself in a state of bliss
It was almost 3 AM in the night or morning, whichever way you want to call it. 2 bodies were intertwined in the game, which itself is responsible for the existence of the mankind. what they lacked in experience was more than made up by their enthusiasm and deprivation caused by societal norms.Both of them wanted to make the most of the limited time they and with every passing second lunged at each other with increasing ferocity.
He was working in an MNC and returned from an assignment in a foreign country and landed only some 12 hours ago. She was working in an HR consultancy and was considered pretty conservative by her colleagues. Both of them fitted the classic definition of average John, Jane. This was more or less true as well, except for the fact both shed this image on the internet and had been doing stuff which would be considered less than respectable in their real life.
However, as fate would have it, both of them bumped into each other and after long chat sessions which lasted almost 1 year, they exchanged and continued their romp sessions over the electrical signals, effectually providing threesome pleasure to Telephone companies by paying sky high bills.
When he announced his return, they decided to meet in a shopping mall in order to get comfortable with each other or basically to ensure that the other person was not a psychopath.
Throughout the 37 minutes meeting their hands clutched their cups tightly and the conversation veered from polite to suggestive. She suggested that they should go to somewhere a little more private on the pretext that a bunch of people who knew her were sitting on the next table. He smiled and listened quietly to her idea of going to a flop movie and sitting in the back rows, but this idea died a premature death and the decision was taken to go to a hotel.
Quickly, the services of a 4 star hotel were made use of and within the next 30 minutes they found themselves in the gallery of a posh hotel being ushered by a 40 yr old bell boy, who was wearing a know-all foolish grin on his face. They somehow managed to keep a straight face and entered the room, he tipped the bell boy and closed the door behind him. She was standing transfixed to one spot, slowly smiling at him.
He moved forward and hoisted her in air, sinking his face in her perky breasts and then dropping with her on the bed. What followed next was a frenzied undressing session and it turned out, both of them apart from chat and phone sessions had no real experience of cohabitation. rolling naked in the bed his tongue explored her lips and slowly slid down via her neck to her nipples. She was already pulsating with unknown pleasurable sensations which were being triggered by his hands and tongue rolling over her naked body.
Educated by porn movies and armed with theoretical knowledge, he positioned his penis over her shaved pussy. She quivered with pleasure and spread her legs slightly to facilitate his entry. But, what followed next for these two virgins was 1 hour of frustration and disappointment, during which they both tried various positions and wasted several condoms, but still he could only insert the head of penis inside her and not a millimeter more.
Annoyed by this he inserted his finger with full force and she immediately doubled with pain, he could feel the resistance inside the pussy and despite her protests kept moving it till it came out slightly bloody. As soon as he pulled out his finger, she shrunk back and looked at him with pleading eyes and suggested that they can stick to masturbating each other. He read her mind and took her for a quick bite out to a nearby restaurant.
Biting through his burger and slurping his frothy strawberry shake an idea came to his mind and brought a smile to his lips. She was busy in chattering uselessly and missed out the change in expression on his face completely
Back in the room, he suggested that she should lie down and then took out some Hershey's chocolates and spread them on her breast and navel. She loved the sensation of his tongue rolling through her untouched nipples and went mad with ecstasy when he put it in her navel. Satisfied with her reaction, he suggested that they should indulge in some bondage and blindfold to make it more exciting.
She readily agreed and soon her hands were tied to the headboard and a blindfold was put over her eyes. She was waiting in anticipation that chocolate crumbs would be spread over her body. But, instead of unwrapping the chocolates he busied himself by putting on a fresh condom and applying generous amounts of lotion over it. He brought his body close to her's and asked her if she would like a surprise and followed it by a soft kiss on her lips. She muttered some sweet nothings and was midway answering his question, when she felt something wet and slimy against her pussy and then felt the shearing hot pain in her vagina. Before she could understand what was going on, he had already pushed himself completed inside and had put a palm over her lips to prevent her from screaming aloud. He also pulled her blindfold off with her teeth as he did not want to waste the emotion of a girl, who has tasted her first cock in life.
She quickly realized his trick, but gave a slight nod as her approval and shut her eyes tight. He moved himself out slowly and could sense that with each movement, she was squirming in pain and was shifting uncomfortably.
His next thrust confirmed his thoughts as she let out a soft yell. He stayed inside her with his throbbing cock and for a split second felt slight guilt, but almost instinctively he closed her mouth again with his palm and continued his motions. She shuddered with his each stroke and pleaded him to stop, but all her cries were contained in her mouth and he kept on thrusting her mercilessly with his cock for the next 15 minutes.
The pain in her pussy kept on increasing with the initial thrusts, but later on she was having a mixed feeling of pleasure and pain. She came to her senses abruptly, when he pulled out. Some specks of blood had spotted her towel, which was kept below her exactly for this purpose and both of them gave a long passionate kiss to each other.
After a brief session of re hydration and freshening up, he again took her in his arms. Holding the secret of entering a woman's pussy, he was not as rustic as before and started kissing her neck passionately.
Next came her perky boobs, a lovely 32B, they were hard dusky shapely treats blessed with perky chocolate tits. He was in no hurry and took his time enjoying the sweet taste of her tits and exploring her pussy inside her panty with his fingers. She was also enjoying the attention her body was getting from him and reciprocated by rubbing his cock. By the time, he again started exploring her vaginal orifice, she was already wet with her juices and was ready to take him inside. He slowly parted her pussy lips and started pushing further inside her with every stroke.
Once fully inside her pussy, he settled into a rhythm. Parting her legs and holding her hips in his hands he kept pulling her towards him for fucking her deeper inside. She also co operated by arching her back and assenting to his requests, thoroughly enjoying the rubbing of manly hairs on her smooth breasts and running her hands on his bare back and hips.
He had amazing stamina and kept on exploring different positions with her for almost an hour and then he put her down and quickened his pace. She was almost on the verge of bursting with pleasure. Millions of nerves, she never knew existed, were causing a tingling sensation. Her body started convulsing and her eyes rolled back. She tightly clutched him and dug her finger nails deep in his back. He felt a strange sensation on his cock, it felt like as if someone was milking it.
Even her muscles were begging him to bless them with his cum. He kept up pushing his cock deep inside her and watched her writhe in pleasure and finally jerk in orgasm. A sheen of sweat covered her face and her body relaxed after crossing the crest of pleasure. She opened her eyes and gave a shy smile to him. He reciprocated and also quickened his movements, clutching her tightly in his arms he started thrusting his cock fully in her pussy.
She strangely felt that her pussy had become more sensitive after the orgasm and every movement was again causing her discomfort. Somehow, her reaction to pain was acting as an aphrodisiac for him and his strokes became more and more violent and with a great force, she felt something warm inside her and realized that he too has climaxed. She took him in his arms and kept on kissing him on face all the while receiving his cum inside her pussy.
He came to his senses shortly and had a gulp of water to refresh himself. Within minutes they were back in the bed, touching, caressing and exploring each others orifices. The idea of anal sex was summarily discussed as both of them realized, it may not be worth the pain. She was tied, spanked, deflowered and tasted cock both in her pussy and mouth.
Essentially , in the next 20 hours she was transformed from a girl whose had till now only experienced intentional nudges on her boobs in crowded city buses was now willingly standing in her birthday suit before a guy who she had never met before begging for more. And surely he kept up his part as well, they made out 5 times in those 20 hours, before destiny took them on separate ways. But, years later both of them still remember this as their most wonderful experience they ever had.
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Hannah's Helping Hands
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Posted:Mar 16, 2014 6:39 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 7:19 am
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Everyone has a story about how they lost their virginity, but I really think that mine is a bit special. I was eighteen, not exceptionally young compared to today's generation.
The situation took a while to develop, but boy was it worth it. My brother Mike was three years older than me and a bit of a hit with the ladies, whereas I was still a virgin which was something he teased me about every day. Quite ironic really, considering what happened.
He had just passed his driving test and our dad had bought him his first car, so as you can imagine he was out almost every night in it, hanging around with his buddies and taking his ever-changing girlfriends out for 'quiet drives.' Of course, I knew what these quiet drives entailed and I was as jealous as hell, but I figured that in a few years my time would come. I wasn't a bad looking lad, if I did say so myself. Five foot nine and of average build, with dark hair and eyes, I did get the eye from girls but I just didn't know to approach them.
Then Mike started to see one girl steadily, even bringing her home to meet our parents. Her name was Hannah, and I had to admit she was a stunner. A little over five feet tall, with a beautiful petite frame, I couldn't take my eyes off her ass the first time I saw her. She was wearing a pair of light blue jeans that were so skin-tight that they looked like they were painted on. She had straight dark brown hair than ran down to the middle of her back and an exceptionally pretty face with a rosebud mouth and the brightest green eyes you ever saw. If it was possible to get any more envious of my big brother than I already was then I did from that day onwards. Hannah was just over a year older than me, and younger than Mike by roughly the same period, so being not that far apart in ages, we had quite a lot in common and once I found that I could speak in her presence I found her easy to talk to and we got on quite well.
Then one day, after they had been going out for a couple of months, our parents went on holiday, leaving the house in our care for two whole weeks. It was only the second time this had ever happened, and the first time around our mother had her brother; my Uncle Terry, check on us a few times through the fortnight. This time however, she trusted Mike and I enough to behave ourselves and look after the place until they came back. I knew that Mike would probably bring Hannah to stay the night, but I really wasn't prepared for what actually happened during those two weeks.
It was only the second night that our parents had been away, when Mike and Hannah rolled back in from one of their 'drives' just before midnight. I had been asleep for a while, but I heard his keys rattle in the lock and at first I thought he was on his own, but when I heard whispers and giggles as they climbed the stairs I knew that Hannah was with him as well.
"I'll check," I heard her say and then the bedroom door opened. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping. "He's asleep," I heard Hannah whisper and then my bedroom door clicked shut again and the giggles tailed off as they headed into Mike's room.
After that, I simply couldn't sleep. Hannah was so hot, nothing short of gorgeous with her beautiful long hair, slim young figure and tight ass, and she was probably having sex with my brother right now, not twenty yards from where I was laying. At that moment I heard a moan. It was quiet and muffled by the wall between the two rooms but it was definitely a moan, and a distinctly female one. Then there was a bump, and another, and another. It was probably the headboard banging as my brother screwed her.
Another deeper but still female moan made my dick begin to stiffen. As I listened to them, I couldn't help but reach below the bed covers to play with myself. I felt dirty, wanking to the sound of my brother having sex, but I wasn't thinking about him, I was imagining the beautiful Hannah, naked with her legs open, hands fondling her small breasts and stroking her nipples.
Just as I was nearing orgasm, I realised that I didn't have any tissues nearby. Not fancying walking over the landing with a handful of spunk, I tucked my hard dick back into my boxer shorts and climbing out of bed, I tiptoed out of the room and towards the toilet for something to catch my cum in. Pulling off several sheets of toilet paper, I turned to head back when I noticed a glimmer of light coming from Mike's bedroom. Walking closer, I realised that door was open. Just an inch or so, but wide enough to see through.
I crept to the door as quietly as I could and risked a peek. I could quite clearly hear Hannah moaning so I felt safe that they weren't going to walk out and catch me. Putting an eye to the door, I saw that they had the television on, but with the volume turned down quite low. Presumably this was to cover up the noises they were making, but it would have been more successful if they had turned the volume up rather than down. Still, the television had its purpose, casting a bluish light around the bedroom which was enough for me to see the lovemaking couple.
I took a deep intake of breath when I saw them. Mike was laid on his back on the bed with the back of his head towards me, totally naked and Hannah was straddling him, facing me and almost naked except for a pretty white thong. Her body was as fabulous as I had imagined it to be. Smooth, pale skin and a smallish but perfect pair of breasts. They weren't as small as I thought though. She must wear tight bras or perhaps they were just disguised by the t-shirt tops she usually wore. They were just about a handful, which has always been enough for me in my opinion. I wasn't an expert on breasts back then, but looking back now I would put them at around a 34B. Her puffy nipples were pink and erect in the cool night air, and pointed upwards slightly because her breasts were so perky. They looked firm too, in fact they hardly moved at all as she rocked back and forth on Mike's dick.
Right at that moment I would have given an arm or leg to swap places with my lucky bastard of a brother. He had his hands on Hannah's hips, holding them as she rode him and although I could only see the top of his head from where I was, I imagined he was staring in awe at the goddess fucking him, just as I was.
Unable to resist, I pulled my cock out of the fly of my boxer shorts and started to stroke myself as I watched them have sex. I couldn't see Hannah's pussy because her white thong was partially in the way. It was pulled to one side enough for Mike to get his dick inside her, but along with the shadows and the dim illumination from the television; I couldn't see a great deal of what she had between her legs.
Then suddenly, I froze. Hannah's eyes were looking straight at me! I panicked and bolted straight for my room, closing the door as quietly as I could behind me and then I dived into bed, threw the covers over my head and pretended to be asleep.
I lay there for a little while, waiting for the inevitable - Mike coming in and giving me a rollicking for spying on him and his girl, but after about fifteen minutes of waiting, I started to doubt Hannah had seen me at all. Perhaps she had just been looking in my general direction, and hadn't actually seen me. After all, the door had only been open by an inch at most and the landing where I had been standing was pitch-dark.
Another five minutes went by with still no angry brother storming in to kick the crap out of me, so I lay there wondering whether or not I dared to risk going for another look. In all probability there were asleep now; I hadn't heard any noises from the room next door for some time, so I guessed that they had finished and fallen asleep.
Curiosity got the better of me. Hannah could have fallen asleep on top of the covers, totally bare naked and I could finish the wank that I desperately needed to get rid of the huge erection I was still sporting. Toilet paper still in hand, I climbed out of bed, cock in hand once again but just as I was halfway to the door, it opened. I almost jumped out of my skin and dropping the tissue on the floor, I dived into bed again, pulling the covers right over my head. I laid there cringing for a moment, waiting for a punch or a kick, or just Mike yelling at me but all I heard was footsteps as he walked around the room. Then I remembered the tissue on the floor - how embarrassing! I could just imagine him taking it back into the bedroom and showing Hannah, while telling her what a dirty pervert his little brother was.
"Paul?" It was Hannah's whisper that broke the silence. Hannah! I didn't respond, but then she whispered again, louder this time and a hand prodded me gently through the bed covers. "Paul?"
Cringing in embarrassment, I tentatively poked my head out from beneath the covers to see Hannah standing next to the bed, alone. No angry brother, which was a good sign.
"It's okay. I didn't tell him you were watching us," Hannah gave me a reassuring smile, "In fact, I waited until he was asleep before coming to see you. I thought maybe I should have a word."
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to look as contrite as I could, "I went to the toilet and heard you. Then I noticed the door was open and I wondered what was going on. I wasn't watching or anything..."
"Yeah right," Hannah was wearing a long white t-shirt that looked like one of Mike's, because it came halfway down her bare thighs. I couldn't help wondering if she had anything on underneath.
"I had only just looked through when you saw me," I lied.
"Yeah right," she repeated, "I saw you the whole time. You were there for what? Maybe five minutes?"
"I'm sorry," I mumbled again, grimacing in shame, "Please don't tell Mike."
"Like I said before, it's okay," Hannah sat on the bed next to me, giving me another reassuring smile. "It's perfectly natural for a virgin to be curious about sex."
I was going to deny it, but before I could say anything she put a finger to my lips.
"Don't try to tell me you're not," she explained. "Mike's told me and there's nothing wrong with that, you shouldn't be embarrassed. But spying on your brother and his girlfriend is a little bit naughty."
"So, can we keep this... talk... a secret?" I asked. Being so close to Hannah while she talked about sex like this wasn't helping the painful erection which I had to adjust it with my hand. She looked down at the covers as I moved my arm and gave me a considering look.
"Of course, it's our little secret, but if you ever want to talk about sex or ask any questions, you know can come to me, okay?" Hannah was only just over a year and a bit older than I was, so I felt a bit patronised but I didn't say anything. After all, she was obviously more sexually experienced than me because it certainly didn't look like her first time from what I had seen, not the way she had riding him with such abandon.
"That would be great," I said, hoping she would go and leave me so I could do something about the massive hard-on in my hand.
"Is there anything you want to ask now, before I go?" she said, and when I shook my head vigorously she stood up and turned to leave, but then stopped and turned to face me again. I knew she didn't have a bra on then, because she was now standing at an angle to me which showed the outline of her breasts through the t-shirt. I could clearly see her nipples standing erect through the thin material.
"Good night," I said, trying to get her to go as my cock twitched in my hand at the sight.
"I wasn't going to say anything, but..." Hannah took a step towards me again, then held out her hand and I cringed again in embarrassment at the ball of screwed-up tissue which she was showing me, "I suppose I should have a word with you about this. If you're going to play with yourself while you watch your brother and his girlfriend have sex, you should really be more careful. You could get in a lot of trouble if you get caught."
"I know, I'm sorry." That was the third time I had apologised but there wasn't any point in denying it. I had been caught pretty much red-handed. My cock was aching for a wank, and I squeezed it to try and make it go down a little bit because the way Hannah was walking towards me, she wasn't going away just yet.
"Just be more careful if you're going to do things like that again," she said with a chuckle, then stopped and looked at the bed covers again. I lifted my knees up a little to try and disguise the tented shape of my arm and cock, but she had definitely noticed something. "Wait. Are you still... While I'm talking to you about..?"
"No!" I said, but it was too late. Before I could stop her, Hannah grabbed the edge of the quilt and pulled it back, to reveal me laid there in just my boxer shorts with my dick sticking through the buttons at the front, and my hand wrapped around it.
"You are!" she gasped, "You dirty little..."
"I'm sorry," I said for the fourth time, quickly tucking my erection back into my shorts. "I wasn't playing with it - I was just trying to make it go down, honestly!"
Hannah gave me an appraising sort of look, and then sat down next to me again with a sigh. "Wanking is perfectly normal; all guys do it, even Mike. But really Paul, you can't go around doing these sorts of things, you know? Wanking while watching us is bad enough, but doing it while I'm in the room trying to talk to you about it? You're very naughty."
"I wasn't. Really, I wasn't." I was telling the truth now, but I had to admit that if I were in her shoes, I wouldn't believe me, so I gave up and just went quiet, inwardly cursing my bad luck.
"Okay, if you say so," Hannah gave me that smile again, as though she felt sorry for me. "I guess you got pretty worked up back there though, watching us do it. If you're anything like your brother, once you get a hard-on, you've got to do something to get off, or else you'll have it like that all day."
What could I say to that? I just nodded dumbly and Hannah giggled at my discomfort.
"So I guess I should leave you to do it," she tossed the crumpled tissue towards me, and it landed on the swollen front of my boxer shorts. "Well, there's one thing you don't have to worry about when you get a girlfriend," she said, pointing at the lump.
"Um, what?" I said, wondering what she meant.
"Your dick? From what I saw, you don't have to worry about it. It's not small," she chuckled and then when I didn't say anything, she explained herself. "All guys worry about the size of their dicks, don't they?"
I had often wondered about my dick, and if it was okay or not, like most guys I suppose. But I had measured it quite a few times, and at nearly seven inches I had assumed that I was okay. So it wasn't up to the standards of some of the porn stars I had seen in dirty movies, but from what I had read on the Internet, the average was from five and a half to seven inches, so I was reasonably happy with my length. The thought of a girl seeing my cock for the first time still made me nervous though, so Hannah's words did bring a smile to my face.
"You've got a nice body too," I said, wanting to somehow repay the compliment.
"Nah," Hannah said, "I guess I'm all right, but I wish my boobs were bigger."
"No way!" I spluttered, "They're really... lovely..." I finished lamely, wincing at my poor choice of words. Luckily Hannah didn't seem to notice. She cupped her modest breasts in her hands, lifting and squeezing them together until her t-shirt was creased between them.
"They should be up there, like that," she said, looking down at her forced cleavage, "Mike says I should get them done, you know? Made bigger?"
"No need. I think they're fine as they are," I insisted and Hannah smiled at me.
"Really?" she asked, "All of the boys I've been with say they like women with big boobs." She let go, and then rubbed them gently. "My nipples stick out too much as well."
"I've noticed," I said honestly, which brought a giggle from Hannah. That boosted my confidence somewhat, enough to ask a more personal question. "Have you been with many boys then?"
Hannah looked at me for a moment, probably wondering if she should answer and for a moment I thought perhaps I had been a bit cheeky asking and offended her, but then she gave me that beautiful grin again. "It depends how you define the word many." When I shrugged, she continued. "Six, including Mike. I don't know if that's a lot for a girl my age, but hey - I like sex!"
"I could tell," I said. My confidence was running really high now.
"Cheeky," she chuckled, "So, you liked what you saw? Enough to play with yourself, eh?"
"Um, yeah," I admitted, all too aware that my cock was still raging hard, and only concealed by the cotton of my boxer shorts.
"Do you want to... you know...? Play with yourself now?" she must have noticed me glance down at myself.
"Well, yes, but don't go," I said, then realised how that sounded.
"What?" she appeared shocked at first, but then a naughty smile came on her face as she misinterpreted my words, as I knew she would.
"No, I mean..." I struggled to explain, "I'm enjoying your company, and talking to you. I can do that afterwards, not while you're here, I mean..."
Hannah saved me from the agony of having to explain myself. "I know what you meant... Relax!" That naughty smile was still there though, and then she dropped a bombshell. "You can do it now though, if you like. I don't mind." I didn't say anything for a moment, I was that stunned.
"I..."
"You weren't so shy earlier," she teased, "Doing it outside the bedroom door, and watching me and Mike the whole time. Besides, wouldn't it be a turn on for you, doing it in front of me?"
Still I couldn't say anything, so Hannah took matters into her own hands. Literally.
"Come on Paulie," she said and suddenly reached across and tugged down my shorts. Before I could stop her, they were around my knees and I quickly covered my erection with my hands. "I've already seen it, remember?" Hannah whispered. She was kneeling on the bed now, and her legs were apart so that I could almost see up under the t-shirt. Almost.
"Naughty!" She saw me looking and lifted the t-shirt up, so I could see the front of her lacy white thong. "Sorry, I've got my panties on. Good try though." Hannah took one of my hands then, prising it away from my groin although my other hand still covered my private parts. "Don't you want to?" she asked, looking all hurt.
"You know I do, but you're Mike's girlfriend and..." I really did want to, but I was too nervous.
"Here," she said, prising away my other hand so that my dick was in full view, then she took my fingers and wrapped them around it. "Up and down," she purred, holding my wrist and beginning to pump my hand along my length. After a moment, she let go and I reluctantly continued to slowly stroke myself.
"That's it," she giggled, "You can make yourself cum, if you want."
I wasn't far off already. This was the single most erotic thing that had ever happened to me and I was loving every single moment of it. Wanting to milk the moment, I slowed my hand down even further, trying to make it last as long as possible.
"So, you're really a virgin?" Hannah asked, watching my cock the whole time. "What's the most you've ever done with a girl?"
"I've kissed a few girls, but that's all." Why was I being so honest? I sounded like such an idiot every time I opened my mouth, so I promised to myself to keep it shut from now on. Why couldn't I be more like my brother? He always knew the right thing to say to girls.
"So a girl's never done that to you?" Hannah looked up at me, with a look of disbelief on her face. "You've never had a hand job?" I shook my head, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Would you like me to? As a treat, before I go back to bed?" All I could do was nod. My head was spinning. Was this really happening? It most certainly was, because Hannah took off her t-shirt then, lifting it over her head and throwing it on the floor. This beautiful girl was sitting right next to me, in just a tiny pair of white panties and then she reached out and pushing my hand out of the way, took hold of my aching cock.
"It's bigger than your brother's," she whispered. "Don't get me wrong, Mike's great in bed; one of the best I've been with, but his dick could be a bit bigger. In fact, yours is probably the biggest one I've seen. Or maybe the second biggest. Either way, it's a nice dick."
"Thanks," I mumbled, trying to control myself as she started to stroke me up and down. The feeling was exquisite. The only problem was I knew it wouldn't last long.
"Shush," she said quietly, "Just enjoy this, okay?"
Then her other hand came across, cupping my balls and beginning to gently squeeze and roll them as her wanking hand went faster and faster along my cock. That was it. I felt the familiar, sudden rush of my orgasm and before I could warn her, I came. I looked down as streams of cum shot from the end of my cock, some landing on her hand and some on my belly.
"Woo!" giggled Hannah, excitedly, "Look at that." She carried on jacking me off, running her hand right to the tip, so that more cum ran over her fingers and hand. Only when my cock had finished twitching and was starting to soften in her hand did she let go. Taking the tissue, she wiped her sticky hand and then tossed it onto my spunk-covered belly. "Okay, big boy. Clean yourself up and get some sleep. I better go back to bed before he wakes up and wonders where I am."
I was speechless, so all I could do was smile stupidly at her, as she pulled the t-shirt back on over her head, and wishing me good night, left me alone in the dark. My heart was beating so fast that it took me forever to fall asleep, but when I had the dirtiest dreams I had ever dreamt. And they all featured Hannah. What I didn't realise at the time was that they were going to come true.
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Watching Over
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Posted:Mar 16, 2014 6:35 pm
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Looking at him, she couldn't help but take in the sight. His toned body, so slim and fit. Even while he was sleeping, his muscles seemed to ripple. He slept atop the blankets so there wasn't much left to the imagination. She tried to resist it but it was impossible not to - he was right there in her living room!
Such a thing of beauty, she thought as she admired him. She just couldn't help herself - she was human after all. Slinking closer for a better look, she was disappointed that this was the last day she could admire him. Having him stay with her all week had been good for her. She had needed the company. Her thoughts went back to last night's dream. It was so vivid that her mind was still fuzzy. She had woken up horny and all she wanted was a better look. She figured there was no harm in a better look, it's still just a looking. A board creaked under her feet as she approached the futon. She gulped hard, pausing. Thankfully, he was still sleeping soundly. His heavy breathing continued to come in a sleepy rhythm.
Such a handsome young man, she mused. I'll just take a closer look. At least, that's what she kept telling herself. It had been so long, and that dream had left her in such a state. Masturbating had only made her condition worse. She hasn't had a dream like it in years. Just a look wasn't going to hurt anything.
"Just a peek," she told herself under her breath in reassurance. Her heart raced wildly now, she could barely breathe. "Close enough now."
She watched silently as it twitched inside its silky covering. The fabric strained against his size. He murmured something in his sleep and she froze. His breathing had not changed. She breathed another sigh of relief, sliding closer still. She could make out the shape. It was a long thick shaft with a large mushroom head. She admired it, she admired him.
Instinctually, she reached for it. She was simply mesmerized, holding her hand millimeters away. It pulsed wildly through the fabric as if reaching out for her. She chuckled to herself as she watched its struggle. Ever so lightly, she traced its outline through the fabric. Reminiscing, she compared it to the ones she had seen in the past. It was so much bigger, it seemed unreal. She wanted to touch it, to see if it felt as big as it looked.
Just a light touch won't hurt anything, he'll never know, she reasoned as it strained against the fabric. Gently resting her hand on his shaft, she monitored his breathing carefully. Thankfully there was no change. She would just rest her hand on it lightly, just hold it briefly. It had been so long since she had held a man's cock. She could feel his heat, his pulse. More memories flooded her mind. She began to feel warm. Knowing this was wrong, she lingered longer than she had intended. She wanted more, she needed more.
She had noticed the way he had been staring at her all week. She saw how his eyes would shift to her boobs when he didn't think she was looking. She had even caught him checking her out on multiple occasions. She could feel his gaze on her ass when he walked behind her. She could swear her panties in the laundry had been moved. She wondered if he was dreaming of her. Feeling confident that he was sleeping soundly, she smiled to herself and decided to give him something to dream about. Slowly and carefully, she slid her pinky finger through his fly. She listened carefully. making sure his breathing hadn't changed. She could now feel the soft, smooth flesh of his cock. She released a long low breath.
Oh, so soft, she remembers as she runs her finger along the soft flesh of his cock. So soft, and so big! She can feel a vein as she pets his supple flesh with her finger. His breathing picked up, but he was still sleeping.
Feeling bolder and consumed by lust she tenderly, carefully, unfastened the ivory buttons of his boxers. The flap slips open with ease. She slipped her entire hand through the flap. She just wanted to feel it.
It's ok to feel it as long as he doesn't know, he'll never know, she reasoned to herself. Her heart was pounding and she was practically shaking with adrenaline. She felt the rush of excitement consuming her. She monitored his breathing again, but there was no change. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and marveled at its size! She couldn't even get her hand completely around it! She lightly traced its outline, her small hand stopping at the head trying to gauge its girth. He let out a sigh, and she froze and contemplated running. His cock pulsed wildly against her grip. She listened closely. She could hear her own heart pounding but his breathing had not changed. He was still asleep. She felt weak in the knees.
Lust filled and emboldened, she could no longer stop herself. Bit by bit, gently, she pries the monster from its silky confines. It dwarfs her hand and pulsed in the open air. She admired it in all it's beauty. It was perfect! She fingered the light blue veins running along its underside. Its large helmet-shaped head salutes her.
Such a sound sleeper, she thought as she leaned in to take a closer view. She could smell his musky scent. Inhaling deeply, more memories flood her mind. It's been such a long time. She needs this; she has needed this for a while.
Holding him and lightly stroking his yielding flesh, she felt warm all over. Her nipples strained against the light fabric of her nightgown. She fondled his testicles and they rolled around beneath her touch. She was overwhelmed by the feelings she has not felt in such a very long time. Her second hand joined the first. She paused to listen but his breathing had not changed. She no longer cared if it did. His length was so massive! She stroked him more aggressively and he moaned in his sleep. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She could hear her own excited breathing as she increased her grip, knowing she could wake him any second. Her heart was racing wildly. His head was too big for her grip. She opened her hand and ran her fingers over the tip, sticky pre-cum clings to a fingertip. She pulled her finger away and the sticky fluids string from the tip to her finger. She stuck her finger in her mouth because she had to taste him.
It had to have been the largest cock she had ever seen. Thick and long, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside her. Lust had completely taken over. She needed more, had to have more. Slowly and with excited breaths, she moved closer. It was pulsing wildly just inches from her face. His scent was overpowering. She blew warm breath against it. It pulsed, as if answering a silent call. She watched his face, so peaceful. She turned her head and gave him a long slow lick. He moaned another low moan. She smirked at the dream he must be having. She embraced the familiar taste before blowing another warm breath on his moistened manhood.
One more lick and I'll stop, she reasoned with herself. She felt dizzy. Realizing she had crossed the line, she licked his enormous manhood. She pulled her night gown over her head, tweaking her nipple and rubbing her clit through her moistened panties. She hissed at the much needed pleasure. Her grip returned to the base of his cock and she slowly stroked him. He shifted his body but still slept soundly.
She leaned in to blow another hot breath but she couldn't help herself. Will it fit. she wondered. She leaned closer and sucked gently on the head of his cock. It reminded her of a large warm plum. She opened as wide as she could, taking the entire head into her mouth. She sucked gently and flicked her tongue across the bottom of his head. She smirked as a low moan escaped his lips again. She flicked her tongue along his head again and worked more of it in, stroking him with her hand as she does. She lightly sucked and looked at his face. He was no longer sleeping. She sucked harder and attempted to stuff as much of him in her mouth as she could. She gagged, pulling back up and sucking hard, she was on a mission. Her hand was working feverishly on his lower shaft.
She examined his face again. His eyes were wide and he was staring at the ceiling. She didn't even care.
"Ahhhhh....." is all he says in a helpless voice. She sucked harder and increased her grip. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"God Catherine, that feels amazing!" She attempted to work his length down her throat, adjusting the angle of her head to fight the gag reflex. After several attempts, she felt her throat stretch and her nose is inches from his pubic hair.
"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned. She grinned and released his cock with a loud plop. It pulsed wildly and she watched her saliva trickled down it's length. She panted and attempted to catch her breath. Their eyes meet and a look of surprise travels across his face. She smirked to herself and resumed her assault on his gargantuan cock. He moaned in approval as she deep throated him.
"Ohhhhh.......God!" He shifted on the futon. She cupped his balls. Gagging a bit, she adjusted and sucked harder. Loud slurping noises mixed with grunts were emanating from her throat as she mouth fucked him. Her carnal instincts had completely taken over.
"Ohhh....... God.......!" is all he says. She could feel his load building and pulled off, panting as she caught her breath.
"You have a fantastic cock Billy!" She said with labored breath, saliva cascading from his cock to her mouth. She used it to lubricate her strokes and began sucking and flicking the soft underside of his cock again. He lifted his hips and began humping her mouth. Experience told her he was getting very close. She tightened her grip and stroked harder and faster. Her arm was beginning to hurt right as he started to tense up and gasp.
"Ahhhh....ohhhhhhhh......" She felt the first burst hit the back of her throat. That was followed by a second, a third, a fourth. She gagged at the quantity. She couldn't swallow it all fast enough. Gasping for air, she opened her mouth and a cum saliva cocktail ran down his shaft. She stroked him a few more strokes before licking him clean. He stared at the ceiling, exhausted and dumbfounded.
"Oh my god!" he says again.
I still have it, she smiled to herself. She looked up to her best friend's .
"I'm not Catherine sweetie."
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