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[N8Dreams]

Re: Re: The Encounters of KKE

Well, Dreamy Lady, since you like my real-life stories so much, I have a feeling you're going to LOVE this latest adventure from a mere two nights ago.

So, N8Dreams, my newest horny-lady friend and loyal fan, what will YOU do when you read this?

KKE

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Ill touch myself until I don’t think I can take any more, then collapse exhausted. The dildo keeps on buzzing away in my velvet garden. I am semi-conscious, barely aware of the feelings of my buns still contracting around the dildo, while my fluids mess the sheets...

When I start to regain my senses, I realize that I am not alone in the room. I open my eyes, and there is my lover, KKE, looking down on me with an amused expression on his face.

“You couldn’t wait?, Honeybun"?

 

[kittykateater]

Re: Re: Re: The Encounters of KKE

Ill touch myself until I don’t think I can take any more, then collapse exhausted. The dildo keeps on buzzing away in my velvet garden. I am semi-conscious, barely aware of the feelings of my buns still contracting around the dildo, while my fluids mess the sheets...

When I start to regain my senses, I realize that I am not alone in the room. I open my eyes, and there is my lover, KKE, looking down on me with an amused expression on his face.

“You couldn’t wait?, Honeybun"?

MMM! That sounds to me like a GREAT reaction to my latest post. I would LOVE to watch you and your buzzing imitation of KKE going at it! I feel like Jim Carrey in Bruce Almighty, where one look from him (endowed with the powers of God) sent Jennifer Anniston's character into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Let's see what THIS true story does to you! Pow! Zap! Make you scream and moan, shake and tremble in orgasm. God I wish I could watch you Ladies (N8Dreams, landiek, patford31769, etc.)!

Ok, here goes....


M and I spent all day yesterday window-shopping at our favorite outdoor mall, about two hours from us, which is laid-out like an old-fashioned downtown, complete with a farmer's market out on the street. We bought some fruit, home=-made fresh brownies, and then I bought her two new bras at Victoria's Secret: not frilly and lacy. But practical and supportive for everyday wear, but nevertheless VERY sexy, beautiful emphasizing the 40-C's that nature has so generously endowed her with. She said she would feel sexy wearing these new bras at work, and then she would come home to me and act on those powerfuylly sexy feelings...with me. That sounded wonderful to me!

We had a sumptous dinner out, before the two-hour drive home. We were beyond meerley tired when we got home, so we simply went to bed holding either each: sweet and romantic, slightly erotic, without actual intimate sexual contact. A sweet, lovely, loving way to fall asleep.

I am still floating on cloud nine from this morning. When we both awoke with the sunrise, around 6 AM, M changed into her VERY red fishnet-fabric bra and panty set, edged in red fringe. Against her naturally-dark complexion the red fishnet-fabric looked hotter than hot. I wore a black bowtie, white cuffs, and a G-string made to look like a mini-tuxedo at the front.

First we kissed. Oh God how we kissed! Our tongues danced so friendily around each other. I nuzzled her neck. She cradled my head in her ample cleavage. I slipped her red, red bra straps off her shoulders, and I tucked her bra cups under her firm round breasts. I kissed, licked, and sucked at her nipples as my G-string rubbed against her panties. God I was getting so stiff, so hard, so...HORNY!

I rubbed my palm and fingers against the front of her tiny fishnet-fabric red panties, rubbing them against her and pressing them into her. She squirmed, she sighed, she softly moaned.

I slid a finger down the front of her panties, massaging the outside of her juicy lips. "I love stroking your pussy!" I smiled.

She slipped her hand into my tux G-string, encircled my manhood in her little hand, and whsipered "And I love stroking your COCK!"

We groaned in unison as we masturbated each other into higher and higher levels of intense excitement, while kissing each other's neck and chest.

My tux-style cuffs were in my way of getting into her juiciness, so I slipped them off my wrists. I could now slip my fingers even deeper into her. One hand explored her warm, moist, VERY tight pussy while the other kneaded her soft but firm, full, round, shapely, sexy butt cheeks.

She contuinued to stroke my cock in one hand down the front of my G-string, while kneading my bare butt with her other hand. "We need your G-string out of the way," she moaned as she tugged my G-string down my legs. I kicked my G-string off my ankles and feet, kicking them onto the floor. Now I was down to only my black bow-tie. She had her sexy red bra tucked under her beautiful 40-C's, and still had her panties on with my hand down the front of them. It was time to remove her panties, and she helpfully raised her sexy legs straight up in the air. I slowly skimmed her panties up and off her sexy legs, reveling in every moment as I skimmed her skimpy red fringed panties past her knees, her calves, her ankles, her cute, dainty little feet.

My middle finger slid deep, oh so dep into her, as my 4th finger slipped into her cute ass, and my thumb swirled her clit into two, three, four intense orgasms, one on top the other on top the last.

She was softly sobbing in happiness, breathless asking me to "Slip...(huff, huff)...it...in...(pant, pant)...ME!"

"Yes, YES!" I moaned. "I WANT to give it to you."

"GIVE it to me. HARD! And FAST!"

"No, no...slow...oh so , so SLOW!" I gently corrected her. I eased my way slowly, oh so slowly, so teasingly in and out of her. Despite the slow pace of my thrusting, there was such a sense of urgency to our lovemaking now, since her red bra was still tucked under her full, round breasts, and I still had my black bow-tie on.

"YES!" she whsipered softly, huskily, seductively, as I slowly sank my hardness further and further down into her. She wrapped her legas around me and excitedly rubbed her feet softly, gently all over my butt.

"I enjoyed our window shopping yesterday," I slipped back into her.

"So did I!" she groaned, squeezing her slick and slippery pussy tighter and tighter around me. "But I'm enjoying this even MORE!"

"Oh, YEAH!" I grunted, throbbing so intensely inside her now, as I started to thrust high and hard and fast into her.

"Oh God you're rubbing my clit so GOOD with your....your...HARD cock! My clit...my G-spot...your HARD rubbing cock! OH...GOD!"

"You LIKE my hard cock?" I laughed excitedly.

"Oh yes, yes, YES!"" she shrieked. "I LOVE your hard cock! I love how it rubs against my...my...CLIT!"

"I love your tight pussy! It feels SO good wrapped around me!"

She clamped her pussy even tighter around me as I rammed into all the way down to my balls.

"Oh!" she began to babble incoherently. "Your COCK! Mmmmmm! Your HARD cock! Your THRUSTING! OHHHH! Mmmmm! YYYYYES! Your COCK!"

"I need to COME!" I whispered in my deepest, sexiest baritone.

"Me...first! ... I'm gonna come FIRST! OHHHH!" I didn't think it was possible, but she managed to contract her sweet pussy even tighter around me as her love juices began to ooze down along my achingly-hard shaft.

"Are you READY for me!" I grunted, thrusting so quickly in and out of her now, and feeling that SUCH an intense explosion was imminent.

"GIVE it to me!" she moaned as my cock pulsed and flared and exploded deep inside of her.

"YYYYYESSSSSS!" she screamed. "Oh GOD yes!"

I looked at the clock. It was 7 AM. We had been making love for a solid hour. I felt kind of whoozy. I was still hard as a corked baseball bat, still slowly, rhythmically throbbing away so deep inside her. I kept throbbing, she kept contracting around me. When I next glanced up at the clock, it was 7:30 AM. We had been slowly throbbing against each other's post-orgasmic organs for a full half hour!

She nestled her head on my chest. I encircled my arm around her waist and rested my flat, open pam against her lusciously curved ass. I heard her softly snoring, and I once more felt a certain wooziness wash over me. When I next looked at the clock, it was 9 AM. An hour and a half of cuddling in each other's arms. And three solid hours since we had begun our love-making. What better way than that to start a new day with the one you love?

OK, ladies, get those toys buzzing away now (as long as you spill all the ummm, JUICY details here afterward).



Your ever-lovin' KKE

 

[N8Dreams]

Re: Re: Re: Re: The Encounters of KKE

Let's see what THIS true story does to you!

What your story does to me? Steams up my fantasy of course...makes me wet by reading...is there a bigger compliment possible for a male writer?



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.....I was a little upset, he was none of these.

“What's better than a lifeless, fucking buzzer?”

“You, yours,” I stammered, “your living flesh…”

He undressed quick, then he came close to me with a smiling face.

We laid facing and, he held me very tight, kissed my begging eyes, squeezing my body flat against his for protection. Slowly I relaxed, and as I did he released his hold.

My moist bun was waiting. He cupped my lips, slowly stroking, giving me trust and security. He traced the slit between, of my most private self, with his middle finger. I stirred more, nuzzling his neck with my lips.

His fingers worked between, higher and higher of joy to arrive at my swelling pearl. He did not wait on this, but traced onwards into my track. I moved my legs slightly apart. I was opening my love to him. Two fingers traced my beauty lips with total tenderness, slightly parting them apart. He found my juicy hole, my place of joy, and tenderness. He went in.

My sigh was so long I thought it would never stop. I began to roll onto my back. Our movements became continuous. Mine slow, with a feline graciousness that he had begin to hold in awe; his as gentle, and as soft, as a man can be.

I continued to move, my free leg lifting as he rolled top, and our mouths coming together in a kiss of love. His cock had come to its very present. It was hard. It found it’s natural home, pushed, overcame and slipped completely into me…

 

[kittykateater]

She walked out of a dream and into my life, so it was appropriate that she posts on the web under the name N8Dreams.

I prepared a sumptuous dinner for her. All prepard and cooked from scratch, for she deserves nothing less.

And I dressed like the sexiest waiter you ever saw. A bowtie. Cuffs with cuff-links. A G-string styled like a mini-tux. And NOTHING else!

"Hi. I'm KKE. You can just call me K. And I'll be your waiter today."

 

[kittykateater]

Her big saucer eyes drank me all in. I might be about to serve her a feast of a dinner. But the way she hungrily licked her lips, I could tell she was planning to have ME for dessert.

 

[kittykateater]

"This is our most popular appetizer," I smiled charmingly at her.

 

[kittykateater]

Her eyes drank in my bare chest and she smiled. Then her gaze lowered. "What OTHER appetizers do you have?" I could tell by where she was looking now, that she had dessert more than appetizers on her mind right now.

 

[kittykateater]

I tried to focus her eyes upward again. "Dessert is for later," I smiled. "Right now you REALLY ought to try these appetizers. Many a staisifed customer has told me they are QUITE delicious."

 

[kittykateater]

I lowered my hand to give her unobstructed access, and she hungrily took a taste of the offered appetizer, sucking and nibbling with a voracious hunger.

 

[kittykateater]

When she had had her fill of appetizer, N8Dreams asked what our main courses are today.

"We have two specials this evening," i smiled. "Would you like to try the, ahem! RUMP roast?"

 

[kittykateater]

She stepped up closer and gave it a squeeze. "is it fresh?" she giggled playfully.

"I'll be as fresh with you as you want me to be, dreamy lady!" I laughed. She lifted her tiny miniskirt and began rubbing her skimpy panties up against the proferred "rump roast."

"Mmmm!" she purred. "It IS very nice. But tell me, you said you have TWO specials tonight. What's the other one?"

 

[kittykateater]

Before I could even answer, she took another nibble or three at the appetizer. "What can I say?" she grinned. "This appetizer of yours is starting to GROW on me."

"That's not the ONLY thing that's starting to grow!" I laughed.

"Ooo, BA-by" she purred, giggling, kissing her way downward.

"You're getting CLOSER to that other special you were asking about!" I groaned in delight as her tongue flicked and flitted in my navel.

 

[kittykateater]

"Our chef's special tonight is a very thick German sausage. In a rich white cream sauce."

Somehow, I knew, oh yes I just KNEW, that this would be N8Dream's dinner of choice tonight. And EVERY night.

 

[N8Dreams]

She walked out of a dream and into my life, so it was appropriate that she posts on the web under the name N8Dreams.

Oh, I like to get bumped this way....

By easy to get reasons I want not return your favor of a public strip. But don’t my words work as well?

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He teases me by resting between my lips. I try to squeeze him in, but he is out of my range. He goes on tantalizing me, inserting his head rhythmically to streach my buns. Lubrication runs from my love tube down my cheek.

“I am ready for you.”

Then he pushs in.

I am tight and wet around his hard cock, and it takes three hard thrusts before he is completely buried in me. I wrap myself around him. I stick out my butt to allow him to slide into me as deeply as possible. My wet pussy is clenched on his prick, and it feels so good to be jammed by this tender cock.

I sigh out in pleasure. “You feel so good.”

He stops to allow me to adjust to his invasion, as I realise that I begin another shuddering, silent climax. I want him to wait and move at the same time, I can’t settle it.

"Oh KKE, do me, do me what you want with me. I’m yours forever."

I am not moving anymore and I am keeping still as he reaches my pearl. He makes me tremble in anticipation, makes me afraid of pain also but at the same time I am enjoying his tender enrapture.

The little pains from my rosebud are washed away by waves of pure pleasure

KKE removes that small pain with his tender gentle rubbing around and on. KKE’s lubricated finger goes on massaging the center of my lust. He makes me moan as my knob goes on swelling and slips off its hood.

 

[kittykateater]

Hi to all of my friends.

Check out my latest thread:

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=283447

Mwah!

Love from KKE

 

[kittykateater]

I haven't been around Lit for a while now. A couple of story threads I had going sort of faded away, ran out of steam & new ideas, so there wasn't much to hold my interest.

I am a professional writer. It's how I make my living. I am fortunate that I make a good income writing about things that interest me: technology, history, people with colorful biographical stories to tell, and yes erotica, too. My every-day job is writing about computers, but I do a lot of freelance writing about a variety of other topics that also interestt me. I have done a lot of writing on a lot of subjects in the past 2 months, and that too has kept me away from Lit.

My wife knows of all of my writings, even my erotica, and she is OK with it. She has often told me that as my wife, it is her duty to 1) provide the inspiration for the erotic portion of my various and diverse writing projects (my first-ever erotic story was about the night I surrendered my virginity to her and gave her the first orgasm of her life), and 2) to make sure my real life is a whole lot hotter than any fantasy I might concoct in my stories. She does a great job at both, and that's probably why I don't hang around Lit nearly as much as I used to. Why look at photos of other naked Literoticans and read their stories, when what I have right at home is pretty damned amazingly hot!

My latest erotic tale, once again inspired by my wife, got me thinking that maybe I would come back to Lit, however briefly, to share this latest real-life tale with all of my friends here. Sort of brag a little in a way, I guess, but also to give others hope: if a schlub like me can find a great relationship, then anybody can! One Literotican I used to tell that to, told me she doubted she'd ever find anyone and was very down about it; a few months later she did find a great guy, and she hasn't been back on Lit since!

So I'll leave you now with my latest erotic story, and my thought for today: be good to each other...in EVERY way...in AND out of bed!

to all the beautiful sexy ladies of Lit

KKE

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My wife and I think so much alike, that we often say exactly the same words at the same time in response to something someone else says or does. Or we will finish each other’s sentences.

So the other day, when I stopped at the supermarket on my way home from work to pick up a few items I had noticed we were running low on, I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me that she had exactly the same idea.

As I shopped, a headline on the cover of a magazine caught my eye. Being in the high-tech industry (read “computer nerd"), articles about the latest electronics technology tend to catch my eye. I picked up the magazine and quickly scanned the main points of the article to see if it might tell me something I didn’t already know.

Two young guys in their 20s were also in that magazine aisle of the supermarket. But they were looking at a Maxim magazine and making comments about what they would like to do with some of the scantily-clad women shown in its pages. I thought it was sad. These guys only wanted to get laid. They had no interest in a warm, loving, long-term relationship with a woman, no clue how to treat a real woman, how to give her what she wants so they might even have a CHANCE of getting laid. Sad. Just sad.

At that very moment, my wife came up the aisle. Before I could ask her what she was doing at the store at the same time I was there, she smiled and greeted me cheerily, in a sexy, sultry voice. “Hiya, handsome! Can I go home with you?”

Those two young guys let their jaws just about drop to the floor. They didn’t know, of course, that we’re married. My wife is of Hispanic heritage, and has a nice dark complexion. Her dark brown shoulder-length hair is nearly jet black and quite beautiful. And although she’s short (5’2"), she has all the right curves in all the right places. The _expression on these two young guys’ faces was priceless. I could almost hear them both thinking, “Why is she trying to pick up this 40-something man with glasses and a receding hairline? Why is she attracted to HIM, and ignoring two young studs?”

I decided to play along with her supermarket pick-up role-playing. I threw my arms around her and kissed her with a fierce passion. “I would LOVE for you to go with me, beautiful lady!”

She grasped my wrists in her hands and moved them down from around her waist to clasp her curvy ass cheeks. I began to playfully knead her ass as the two young guys stared in amazement.

My wife softly, contentedly purred. “There’s just something so SEXY,” she declared, “in a man playing with my butt cheeks!”

Those two young guys had an _expression like “I’d be GLAD to squeeze your ass, lady!” The fact that such a thought was written all over their faces is probably WHY these guys will never get laid!

I decided to REALLY give these two clueless guys something to be jealous about. “I’ll bet you like feeling a hard COCK up that beautiful ass of yours, too!” I grinned.

“You’ll have to take me HOME with you,” she grinned mischievously, “to get an answer to THAT question!”

These guys were beyond shock now. I’m quite sure they NEVER met a woman who EVER suggested she might enjoy having either of THEM fuck her in the ass!

When my wife and I both got home and put our groceries away, we were both so powerfully turned-on. We both stripped down to our underwear and we headed straight to bed.

My wife reached into my boxer shorts and began to playfully squeeze my thighs. “You haven’t quite got the right spot,” I grinned.

“Show me?” she asked sweetly, innocently.

I moved her hand to just barely touch my cock. The feel of her fingertips against my dick made it throb slightly.

“You’re RIGHT!” she grinned. “That’s MUCH better to play with!” Her hand wrapped around my shaft as her fingers gently massaged my balls.

“No fair!” I laughingly protested. “I want something to play with, too!”

“I’d LIKE that!” she whispered seductively.

She didn’t have to ask ME twice, as I moved my hand down into her panties in a classic Venus Butterfly position: palm cupping over her entire pussy. Thumb gently pressing and swirling against her clit. Index finger slipping in and out of her, rubbing against her spongy little G-spot. Middle finger gently massaging her dewy inner walls. Pinkie slipping into the crack of her sweet little rounded ass.

I don’t know who was moaning more frequently now—her as I played with her pussy, or me as her fist slowly but eagerly pumped up and down my shaft.

By now we were both so horny that we couldn’t resist stripping-off what few garments remained on each other. That’s when my wife climbed up on me, straddling my hips and thighs. She began gently rocking forward and back, causing her bare pussy lips to slowly rub all along the entire length of my hard cock, without me actually entering her. We both thoroughly enjoy that, the outside of her pussy lips rocking back and forth along the outside of my shaft. The friction is incredible, and the contact without penetration is the most exquisite mix of pleasure and torture for us both, building the desire but holding off on acting on our growing urges. Slowly building the passion, yet postponing its inevitable resolution.

Finally, we both needed and wanted each other too much to deny our hungry lust any longer. She slowly lowered her juicy pussy down over me as I thrusted my thighs upward to meet her. She was so moist inside that I effortlessly slid up into her. She rode me straight up and down as I powered my thrusts into her straight up and down. My cock naturally curves inward toward my torso, so as I slid up into her and she slid down over me, my curvature let my cock rub quite vigorously and powerfully against both her trembling clit and her quivering G-spot on each in and out stroke. The harder I drove into her and rubbed against her pleasure spots, the louder she moaned and the more her sexy, trembling, naked body shuddered in intense passion.

I sat up so I could hungrily suck and nibble on her enormous hard nipples. I placed my hands on her hips, lifting her sexy, curvaceous body up and down, up and down, so she would ride my cock faster and ever faster. We were both moaning and groaning, wriggling and trembling, as we fucked each other so powerfully, so hungrily now.

Then her incredible pussy contracted so very tightly around me that it actually hurt. It hurt SO good! I well knew…from lots of experience with her…what was, umm, COMING next. But it was still, as always, a delightful surprise to feel her warm, moist pussy nectar start to stream its way down my shaft and spill down onto my balls.

“That feels SO good!” I groaned in hot, lusty desire.

“Good enough to make you COME?” she asked with great hope in her voice.

“YYYYESSSS!” I moaned as I thrust even deeper and harder up into her. When I felt my balls knocking hard against the entrance to her tight, contracting, juice-spewing pussy, I told her I couldn’t hold back any longer.

By the time she could get out the words, “Then let it GO!” I already had. The girth of my cock momentarily contracted, then expanded, flaring out with one mighty pulse that sent my hot seed gushing up into her deepest depths.

“I wonder what those two guys at the supermarket would think, if they could see us NOW!”

My wife laughed playfully as she rolled over onto her back. She placed her hand between her parted thighs and crooked her finger, beckoning me with a “come here” gesture. I held my hard, throbbing cock in one hand as I approached closer and closer. Her hand joined mine in encircling my hard-on as we both guided me into her. She flopped back into the pillows as she gently moaned, and I slid further and further into her from above.

I slipped in and out of her only about 3 or 4 times before her over-excited pussy once more clenched tightly around me, and spasmed in intense, powerful orgasm.

Just as I was about to come in another roaring orgasm, she placed her hand on my belly and gently but insistently pushed me away, until I had slipped completely out of her.

“What the…?” I began to loudly protest, upset and anger creeping into my voice.

“I owe you an answer to your question!” she grinned as if in explanation.

“WHAT question?” I groaned, still deeply disappointed at having been pushed out of her sweet, tight, moist little pussy before I could come.

“You asked me in the supermarket,” she sweetly, grinningly, playfully reminded me, “if I enjoy a hard cock in my ass.”

“And you said I would have to take you home…”

“…to get an answer to THAT question,” she finished my sentence for me, as we so often finish each other’s sentences in our conversations.

Perking up now, I smiled broadly. “And what IS your answer now?”

My wife spoke not a word in reply now. She simply rolled over face down on the bed, and parted her thighs until her smooth, shapely, sexy legs formed an inverted V. She placed her hand between her lusciously round ass cheeks, and once more she made a beckoning “come here” gesture with her finger. She purred in absolute delight, her whole body quivering joyously and excitedly as my thick, hard cock began to split her wonderful round ass wide open.

Is it any wonder that I love this woman SO much, so completely, so thoroughly?

 

[kittykateater]

Hi friends

After 7 years, my computer finally gave up the ghost and I had to get a new one, so after weeks with no email or Internet access, now I'm back after a long absence.

I promise all of you hot, sexy ladies, I'll get some more hot new photos for you all very soon. While I was gone Miss Landi, Miss Patty, Miss Nina & others all clamored to see more shots of my 7" long, 2" across cock, so I can't disappoint them now, can I? Besides, I also just got a new digital camera so gotta put it to really GOOD use, right? Plus wife likes to snap racy pics of me, so definitely can't let HER down! She's kind of a braggart, she actually LIKES me to post these naughty pics, I think it's sort of her way of saying, look ladies at what I get to have that you CAN"T have or something like that. Yet she won't let me take & post explicit photos of her, says they're too private. She's every guy's ideal of a wife: shy in public and a tigress in the bedroom.

Meanwhile, here's a very long story my loving wife and I dreamed up. She wrote the stuff that's from Susan's viewpoint. Having a wife who thinks up such delicious dirtiness, who loves sex this much, is just one more reason I feel like the luckiest guy on earth.

I think even more fun than writing this story with her was "researching" it with each other to get every detail of the sexual descriptions EXACTLY right. We do this "research" to make our stories sound more believable...and because it's FUN!

BTW, the name E. Terhout is a pen name I use for a lot of my erotic tales. It's kind of a pun on my moniker as the KittyKatEater: E. Terhout, eat-her-out...get it? It sounds Germanic, which matches my ethnic heritage, another reason I like to use that pen name.

It's a long story, ladies. So get comfortabley naked, tilt your chair bck, sit back and read and enjoy...and let your hands wander where they may!

I'd love to get some PMs on what you all think of our sexy tale.



KKE, your friendly neighborhood KittyKatEater...SLUUUURP!


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Bomb Scare
copyright 2005 By E. Terhout
eterhout@yahoo.com

Susan was David’s secretary up on the 14th floor. The 25-year-old brunette was busy typing documents for Dave on her PC when three big, intimidating men in pinstriped suits and sunglasses barged urgently and impatiently through the door.
“Anyone else here with you?” one of the men barked.
“What do you want?” Susan asked nervously, tugging up her low-cut top and smoothing down her too-short skirt so these strange and somewhat scary men might not get the idea to rape her as an easy mark.
“Are you the only one in this office?” the rude man barked again.
“We’re a business,” Susan struggled to remain calm with these frightening men. “There are a lot of people in this office.” She was thinking “Especially some strong men who will protect me if you try anything the least bit sexually aggressive.” Then she repeated, “What do you want?”
“You’re all going to have leave. Right now!” one of the other men growled.
“We’re busy working!” Susan was beyond irritated now, and verging on downright angry. “What the hell is this all about?”
The third man pulled a flip-open wallet from his pocket, and loudly shouted “FBI!” like he was on some sort of TV show. Susan was not impressed.
“Are all FBI agents trained to be this rude?”
The man with the flip wallet looked downright ashamed now. “Sorry, ma’am. We have been rude to you. May I start over?”
“If you want,” Susan shrugged non-committally. She didn’t care what they did any more; she just wanted them to leave. To get the hell away from her desk and out of the office entirely. And soon!
“I’m Agent Jackson. These are Special Agents Chandranehru and Goldberg. We have reason to believe there might be a bomb in this building, and we have orders to evacuate this building. Can you ask everyone in this office to leave quickly and quietly?”
“It might be best,” Agent Chandranehru added, only the slightest hint of his native India accent still detectable in his voice, “if you don’t tell anyone there’s a bomb threat. We want everyone to leave quickly and quietly, in an orderly manner, without causing a panic.”
Thinking quickly, Susan grabbed the PA mike at the reception desk. “This a fire drill,” she lied, knowing that it had been just about a month since their last monthly fire drill. “The fire department is here, and we need everyone to leave the building quickly and quietly. Please, let’s all meet in the parking lot across the street. Thank you for your cooperation.”
As each employee filed past her desk, she checked off their names on a fire drill evacuation list that she keeps on her desk for the approximately monthly real fire drills the company conducts.
“That’s it,” Susan told agent Goldberg. “Everyone’s out now.”
“Except you,” agent Jackson stated matter-of-factly.
“And you three agents,” Susan smiled.
The three FBI agents and Susan exited the building together, as a police bomb squad rushed into the office to search for a bomb and if found, defuse it.
In the parking lot, Susan spotted Jim, the company’s newest employee, entering his car in the parking lot across the street. Jim was beyond cute, he was downright hot! For his part, Jim considered Susan the sexiest woman he had seen in a very long time, although he lacked the courage to tell her that. Jim and Susan had playfully flirted a few times, but never went further than that.
“Hello!” Susan called out to Jim as cheerily as she could under the circumstances, knowing that a bomb could explode across the street at any moment.
“Come sit in my car?” Jim asked timidly. “And keep me company until the fire drill is over? Until we can return to our offices.”
Alone in a car with that delicious hunk Jim? That sounded pretty damned good to her!
Susan sat in the passenger seat beside Jim, and the two began to talk.
“You’re trembling!” Jim commented with genuine concern for her. “You don’t need to be frightened of me. I won’t do anything to you.” Then he grinned, “That you don’t want me to do!”
Susan couldn’t think of anything she wouldn’t want that handsome Jim to do with her, to her, now. From eating her pussy to slipping his cock down her throat, to fucking her endlessly and mercilessly. Susan felt that she would enjoy any and all of these things…and more…with Jim now. But how to tell this timid soul how hot she was for him?
“I’m not scared of you!” she purred, nuzzling her face against the front of his shirt. “I’m scared because I barely escaped our office alive.”
Jim laughed. “You feel your life was threatened in a fire drill?”
Should she tell him?
“It’s not a fire drill,” she whispered into his chest as she trembled. “There’s a bomb in our office. The police and FBI are trying to defuse it right now!”
“A bomb?” Jim practically shouted in surprise.
“Shhhhhh!” Susan held her finger to Jim’s mouth. “I don’t want anyone else to hear. No need to cause a panic.”
Susan kissed the front of Jim’s shirt. “Just hold me safe in your strong, muscular arms,” she whispered.
Jim planted a hungry kiss into the deep plunging cleavage of her low-cut blouse. Susan had to admit that felt pretty good. She let out a soft “Mmmmmm!”
That momentary encouragement of Jim proved to be a big mistake. Without foreplay, without gentleness, without consideration, Jim simply hiked up Susan’s ultra-short skirt with one hand as he unzipped his pants with his other hand. He gruffly shoved her panties to one side and quickly, painfully shoved his whole cock into her. She wasn’t wet yet, she wasn’t nearly ready, and this was far from romantic or sexy. She might not have minded even that, if he had a big enough cock to completely fill her up. Susan always thoroughly enjoyed having her pussy stuffed completely full of thick, hard cock. Even if she wasn’t quite ready, the feel of her pussy crammed so full of cock would usually get her wet enough very quickly. But despite Jim’s hunky good looks, he was severely wanting in the size department, and she could barely feel his thrusts. So in one way she was grateful that he came after only two or three of his very unsatisfying thrusts.
She shoved him hard now. “Get off of me!” she practically screamed.
“What?” he shouted angrily. “Why am I the only man in the office you won’t fuck?”
She had played the office slut to the hilt, and usually her act intimidated men enough to leave her alone. For the first time, she regretted letting men believe she was a tramp, and not the shy innocent girl she knew herself to be deep down inside. True, she had really wanted Jim, but not in this gruff, thoughtless, forceful way.
She was so upset now, and she opened the passenger car door so hurriedly, that she practically tore the door right off its hinges.
“You know you wanted it!” Jim called after her. His crudeness now made her skin crawl.
Susan ran halfway across the parking lot, crying and sobbing. She felt so dirty now, that she stopped dead in her tracks. She stripped off her panties and used them to wipe every last drop of that vile man’s come off of and out of her pussy now. She didn’t care that half a dozen of her coworkers could see her wiping her bare pussy with her panties. She only wanted to get every last drop of Jim’s still-warm come off of and out of her body now. When she had finished, she tossed her come-stained panties on the ground and angrily stamped on them, sobbing uncontrollably now.
Fred asked calmly, soothingly, “Are you OK, Susan?” In her agitation, she hadn’t even noticed Fred walking up to her, and his speaking to her momentarily startled her. At age 30, Fred already had a receding hairline, and even worse, he wore thick, nerdy glasses, not what any woman would consider physically attractive. But he was the sweetest, kindest, gentlest man Susan had ever met. She had barely noticed him and seldom gave him the time of the day, and now she felt guilty about how completely and deliberately she had always ignored Fred, considering how kind, solicitous, and genuinely concerned he was being toward her now.
She fell forward into Fred’s chest and began to stain his shirt with her tears.
“It’s bad enough we all could have been blown up in the bomb scare…” Susan began, struggling to get the words out between her sobs.
“Bomb scare?” Fred responded, surprised and startled, and perhaps a little frightened.
“Yes,” Susan replied. “But don’t worry. The FBI has it under control.”
“You said the bomb scare was bad enough,” Fred sounded alarmed. “Is there something worse going on?”
“Jim just tried to rape me!”
“Are you OK?”
“I dunno,” Susan sniffled, feeling safe against Fred’s chest, safer than she’d felt since the FBI had first burst into the office. There was something reassuring, comforting, in Fred’s voice and in his gentleness.
“I thought I wanted to make love with Jim. He’s so good looking. So I thought I was lucky to be alone with him. All the girls want him, you know.”
“Yes, I know.” Fred sounded annoyed. “The good looking guys always get all the girls! Not even one girl is left for a pug-ugly like me.”
“You’re not ugly,” Susan instinctively responded, then realized she didn’t sound at all sincere or genuine. “Well, it’s true you’re not outwardly handsome. But you have a good heart, Fred. A kind soul.”
“Women don’t look at a guy’s soul,” Fred griped. “Just his outward appearance. Which, let’s face it, is nothing much.”
Now Susan felt genuinely small about never having looked past Fred’s looks...or rather his lack of looks. She felt so shallow.
“I’m so sorry if I hurt you,” she soothed. “You’re such a good man, such a kind and gentle soul. You deserve better than how I’ve treated you. You’re not like the creeps…” she practically spit the word out venomously, “I always seem to wind up with.”
“Like Jim, for example?”
“Yeah, like Jim.” She spat again at the name.
“That’s the danger of going for looks over character.”
“I suppose so,” Susan suddenly turned introspective. “I thought he was what I wanted, because he’s so handsome. And I wanted him and desired him, until he practically raped me.”
“Practically?” Fred asked. Then he hastily added, “Sorry, it’s none of my business. I shouldn’t pry.”
“Although I wanted him, I was hot and horny for him, but I didn’t tell him so. He just kind of forced himself into me.”
“I hate to tell you this,” Fred tried to be as kind as possible. “But that’s not practically rape. If he entered you without your express invitation and consent, that is rape!”
“Oh my god,” Susan broke down in tears at the realization. “You’re right, I’ve just been raped!”
“First thing we need to do,” Fred gently took Susan’s arm and escorted her toward his car, “is get you to the hospital to make sure you’re OK. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. Then we have to report this to the police.”
“They’ll want proof. And I just wiped away all his come from my thighs and my pussy.”
Fred was surprised that Susan spoke so frankly and bluntly to him, using the very sexual words that she chose. Her language was very frank and explicit, considering they’d never chatted as friends at work or anything.
“Maybe you didn’t wipe it all away!” Fred tried to be helpful.
“Oh, I was pretty thorough,” Susan softly sobbed, breathing heavily, still slightly frightened over all that had occurred. “I didn’t want to leave one drop of that bastard’s come on me…or in me!”
“Well then, what did you use to wipe yourself off? Maybe we can use that as evidence!”
“Those panties on the ground…over there,” she pointed.
Fred quietly picked up Susan’s skimpy little lacy panties from the asphalt, trying not to smudge any fingerprint or semen on the material, and carefully stuffed them in his jacket pocket. “There should be enough forensic evidence here to put Jim away for a very, very long time.”
“But first things first,” Fred helpfully opened the passenger-side car door and eased the distraught Susan into his car. “Let’s get you to the hospital now.”
“Why are you being so good to me, Fred? When I’ve never even given you the time of day until now?”
“Because that’s what decent human beings do for each other,” Fred shrugged. He was genuinely and innocently surprised that anyone would even ask such a question, that anyone would think of his helpful, considerate, compassionate attitude as unusual or extraordinary.
Fred waited anxiously as Susan was examined physically, rape evidence was collected from her, and a psychiatrist extensively examined her mental and emotional well-being. Then the police came to take her statement. Finally, after nearly four hours, Fred was permitted to visit her.
“How are you?” he asked, trying not to sound too frightened, concerned, or anxious so as not to affect her mood.
“OK, I guess…” Susan tried to sound brave. “Under the circumstances.”
“Anything I can get for you, or do for you?”
“Could you just sit beside my bed and talk to me for a while?”
“Sure.”
“I never noticed this before, Fred. But you have a very deep voice.”
“I sing baritone in a little choral group. Not church music. Just old-time popular favorites.”
“Your deeply masculine baritone voice is so soothing to hear…so comforting. So…well, masculine.” She didn’t dare tell him yet, so early in their relationship, that the mere sound of his deep baritone voice was already starting to get her pussy so wet, so horny for him.
“Thank you. I love your voice, too. So soft, so sweet, so…so…feminine!”
Susan gently squeezed Fred’s hand, and then held it for the longest time. “You’ve been so helpful to me. Mere words can’t begin to express my gratitude.”
Fred’s face took on an embarrassed “Aw shucks, ma’am” expression that Susan found so sweet, charming, and yes, even a little bit sexy. Susan was internally surprised that she could ever consider such a plain-looking man as Fred to be in any way sexy. Maybe she had gained some maturity today, learning to judge a person not by their outward appearance, but in the words of the late great Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., by “the content of their character.” And Fred had a lot of content of character to appreciate. Why had she never noticed that before? Had she been blinded by her shallow emphasis on physical good looks? For the first time in her life, Susan was not afraid to admit to herself her own shallowness…because today, for the first time, and thanks to Fred, Susan had finally outgrown her shallowness.
“If I weren’t so upset, I would find a special way to show you my gratitude, Fred,” Susan smiled and winked, licking her lips with her tongue suggestively, lasciviously.
“I couldn’t do that, Susan. We don’t know each other well enough. And anyway, I don’t think I’m handsome enough for you to want to get to know me in any sort of serious relationship.”
“Ouch!” Susan winced. “I guess I deserved that! I have been so awfully shallow. But the horrible way Jim treated me today…and the kind and generous way you treated me when you took me to the hospital and stayed with me. Well, I’ve changed my attitude. In a major way! How can I prove that to you? Give me a chance to prove I’ve changed…please?”
“You would actually want to be my friend?” Fred was surprised and more than a little wary.
“Yes. When this is all over, would you go out with me, Fred?”
“On a date?”
“Yes.”
“Well…” Fred hesitated. “I suppose one date wouldn’t hurt anything. We can see how well we can get along, and take it from there. Slowly. Step by step.”
“Leading to?”
“I don’t know, Susan. Time will tell.”
“Leading to sex?”
“Damn, the office gossip is right. You are a very horny girl!”
“You’ve treated me so good. Jim was so handsome, yet so tiny where it matters most.”
“Whereas I’m ugly.”
“Not ugly, Fred,” she sounded more sincere this time. “Just, well, ordinary. But that’s not a bad thing!”
“Ordinary’s not a bad thing?” Fred was a little hurt, a little disbelieving, a little suspicious, a little afraid to get hurt.
“Jim was amazingly handsome, but he was a rapist, and yet he had so little to rape me with! Whereas you are kind and gentle, ordinary looking. So I figure maybe you’re…well… better…ummm, endowed!”
“I wouldn’t know,” Fred muttered. “I don’t go around comparing my size to other guys.”
“Ever measured it?”
“No!” Fred laughed nervously.
“I’d like to get to know you well enough that you might some day feel comfortable enough to show it to me, Fred. Not just out of curiosity. But because after how good you’ve been to me today, I genuinely want to be friends with you in every way now.”
“Let’s go on one date first, Susan. Then we’ll see if it might eventually grow to what you suggest.”
Susan softly kissed Fred on his forehead. “You’re so sweet. I don’t know any other man who would resist an offer like what I’m suggesting.”
“Believe me, it’s hard for me to resist what you’re offering. You’re so beautiful and sexy.”
“Really?” Susan asked, half in surprised innocence and half in feeling genuinely flattered that such a kind man as Fred thinks she’s a total babe.
“I’m too much the gentleman to act impulsively, though. I could never just have sex. It would have to be making love, and we would have to have deep, genuine feelings for each other.”
“I think I’d very much like to get to such feelings with you, Fred. However long it takes for us to both reach that comfort level, that emotional connection with each other, I’m more than willing to wait, Fred.”
“What day do you get out of the hospital?”
“Now who’s the eager one, Fred?” Susan laughed playfully, teasingly. “I get out tomorrow at 3:00 P.M.”
“I’ll pick you up then.”
“You’ll have to drop me home and give me time to clean up and dress up. Then come back for me later.”
“OK, how’s 6:00 tomorrow, then?”
“Perfect!” Susan smiled, squeezing his hand and giving his forehead another kiss. “It’s a date! And now I’m very tired, so excuse me Fred, I think I’m going to turn over and go to sleep now.”
Susan rolled over face-down on the bed. Her hospital gown gapped open at the back, revealing the two perfect round orbs of her cute, sexy, wonderfully feminine little ass. Hers was a truly great ass. Maybe not the world’s most spectacular ass. But yes, definitely a great ass!
Fred gently held Susan’s hand until she drifted off to sleep. Then he went home, his heart gladdened that such a beautiful woman would actually offer to date him! Yet he was wary that upon sober reflection, she might just change her mind. Women had been known to be unkind to Fred, to treat him like a doormat. Yet somehow he sensed that, after all that Susan had been through today, she was no longer like that…if she ever really was that type in the first place.
Fred still had a song in his heart and a smile on his face when he picked up Susan from the hospital at 3:00 the next afternoon, and dropped her at her home. As she left his car, she leaned in and softly, fleetingly kissed his mouth. “See you at six!” she called out cheerily.
Fred dressed up in a suit and tie, because he was raised that this is how you present yourself on a first date with a woman you genuinely like and are sincerely interested in developing a deep, lasting, committed relationship with.
Fred was surprised and delighted when Susan opened the door of her home to greet him. She wore an elegant little black velvet cocktail dress, with a neckline plunging nearly to her navel and a hemline so short he could almost see her panties. There was very little fabric to her dress, but what there was looked soft, elegant, and expensive. Best of all, the outfit really flattered Susan’s superb figure without making her look cheap or tawdry. Her pearl necklace and high-heeled shoes added to her aura of both beauty and elegance. Yup, she was a total babe! And, at least for tonight, she was his total babe!
Fred offered Susan his arm, escorted her to his car, helped her into her seat, then walked around to his side of the car, got in, and drove off. No man had ever been anywhere near this chivalrous toward Susan before, and she felt her attraction for Fred starting to grow even stronger because of his manners and good breeding.
Her days of hunk-chasing were over, she decided. Hunks are fun when you’re young and wild and free and irresponsible. But for settling down into a loving relationship for years of comfort and companionship, she now realized, a stable and kind man like Fred might be just what the doctor ordered. And she somehow instinctively sensed that under his ordinary-looking exterior, Fred might just turn out to be the best…and best endowed…lover she had ever had. Susan knew she wouldn’t find out the answer to either of these questions tonight, but she now sincerely hoped things between them would work out well enough for her to find out soon…very soon.
Fred started their date at a very upscale restaurant. Susan intentionally ordered the shrimp scampi, not only because she enjoys its taste, but also because it’s a food she can use to be outrageously suggestive and flirtatious. She began by licking all the melted butter off the exterior of the shrimp, with sweeping, swirling tongue motions that left no room for doubt about what was on her mind. Then as if to reinforce her point, she slowly sucked the shrimp into her mouth, making softly whispered purring “mmmmm!” sounds as more and more of the shrimp disappeared into her mouth.
Fred gulped hard, trying desperately to control his reaction to this beautiful, sexy woman’s sexually suggestive antics. But his attempt to resist reacting was just about futile. He decided to get even with her at dessert. He ordered a dish of sliced fruit. The apple reminded him of the curvature of Susan’s luscious round ass, revealed to him that night her gown had gapped open in the hospital. He gave the curved fruit a kiss in a way that left no doubt in Susan’s mind how great his kisses would some day feel on her own full, round, apple-shaped derriere
Now that Fred had Susan’s full, undivided, riveted attention, he went in for the kill. The sliced apricot looked for all the world like an orange-colored vagina. He slowly slid his tongue all around its outermost edges, circling clockwise, like he was licking the trembling outer lips of her own now-moistening pussy. He then took a long, slow, lapping tongue-lick straight up the center of the fruit slice, ending at the narrowest point right at the top, where the fruit puckered slightly like a clit. But unlike Susan’s actual panty-clad clit, this fruity clit had yet to grow into full excitement. Fred then sucked the fruity clit right up into his mouth and let out a soft moan of delight at its flavor, so quietly that only Susan could hear him.
“You just wait till the night I first get you home alone!” Susan half promised, half threatened. “Oh Mister are you gonna get it!”
Fred picked up a peeled whole banana, and aimed it suggestively toward another pussy-shaped slice of apricot. “You’re the one who’s gonna get it!” Fred smiled impishly.
“I certainly hope so!” Susan giggled girlishly, seductively, in the most amazingly sexy and sexual way. The lust in her voice, in her merry laughter, made Fred’s heart race and his palms sweat…and his dick instantly grow and stiffen! But it was too soon. Fred was not the type of man to jump into bed with a woman he barely knew, no matter how strong the mutual sexual attraction. Besides, if they prolonged the teasing, delayed the gratification until the third or fourth date, just imagine how intensely hot and passionate the sex between them would be when they would both finally let themselves unleash it.
Dinner over, Fred next took Susan out dancing. Not the packed, noisy nightclub type of dancing where you gyrate to intense, pounding, headache-producing hip-hop music. No, this was an elegant ballroom dance club, where you dance slowly in each other’s arms and can actually carry on a conversation above the soft music, get to know a little about each other as you hold each other and feel the rhythm of each other’s body motions, a foretaste of the rhythm you might eventually experience with each other in the bedroom.
Fred enjoyed the feel of Susan’s smooth, bare thighs against the front of his trousers, every bit as much as Susan enjoyed feeling the slight ridge under his zipper, a ridge Fred was obviously struggling to keep from growing too big on their first date, a ridge that was delightfully rubbing up against the front of her extremely short black velvet skirt.
Susan placed one hand on Fred’s ass and the other between his shoulder blades as they danced in each other’s arms. She pulled his muscular, masculine ass forward, to press the front of his trousers even closer against her super-short cocktail dress. She raised her hand from his shoulders to press the back of his head down and forward, into the ample cleavage exposed in her deep-plunging neckline of her black velvet cocktail dress.
“Mmmm!” she purred. She couldn’t remember when she last felt this happy, this content, in a man’s arms.
When the band announced they would play only one more song, Susan’s happy smile turned into a pout. “I don’t want this date to end yet. Not just yet!”
“I already told you,” Fred mildly rebuked her. “I’m not ready for sex with you yet. We don’t know each other well enough yet. We haven’t built the mutual trust yet to expose our hearts and our souls to each other, along with our bodies.”
“That’s too bad, Fred. Tonight could have ended on a sizzling hot note!” Then she paused. “But you’re right. After my experience with Jim, I’m not quite ready to open myself up to another person that intensely, that intimately, to trust someone that fully just yet, either. But sex wasn’t what I was talking about when I said I don’t want this date to end yet.”
“Then what are we talking about?” Fred puzzled.
“I know this quaint little old movie theatre. They show midnight movies for a buck.”
“Sounds great!” Fred was genuinely happy that he would have at least another two hours to be alone with Susan tonight.
“I know the way. So I’ll drive,” Susan smiled, holding the passenger door open for Fred and helping him into the seat.
At the theatre, as they sat watching the previews, Fred put his arm around Susan’s waist. He loved the soft, elegant feel of her black velvet cocktail dress against his hand. But most of all, he loved feeling the sexy, distinctively feminine curve of her hip.
Susan tentatively placed her hand on the knee of Fred’s trousers, unsure if this was being too forward for a first date with such a refined and restrained gentleman as Fred.
But when Fred placed his own hand on her bare knee, Susan knew that everything was OK between them, and all’s right with the world. Had any man ever made her heart race as much as Susan’s heart now pounded just to be seated in his presence? Had ever the mere thought of a man made her heart catch in her throat so, as the thought of Fred now affected her? Susan couldn’t recall. Oh sure, she had dated…and bedded…more than her fair share of hot hunks. And yet she couldn’t recall a one of them exciting her as much with their clothes off, as Fred was exciting her now with his clothes on! Well, maybe one or two had excited her at least this much. But certainly she had seldom, if ever, felt even half as happy to be with any amazingly good-looking guy, as she was now happy to be with the plain-looking but wonderfully soulful, selfless, generous man seated beside her now at the midnight movies.
Fight as she might, Susan couldn’t control her mind from continually wandering away from the movie and back to wondering what Fred was hiding under those trousers, just how big he might actually be, and how skilled was he with however much…or however little…he had?
After the movie, Fred drove Susan home, opened the car door for her, and escorted her to her own front door. There they kissed and hugged, and kissed and kissed…and KISSED!
“Are you sure you won’t come in, Fred?” Susan tried one last time.
“I’m not ready yet,” Fred sounded sad to have to say. “And neither are you.”
Susan momentarily pouted, but when she searched her heart, she knew Fred was right. Jim date-raping her had left her too scared to fully trust any man just yet, not even a great guy like Fred. His restraint, his respect for her feelings, just made Susan love him and want him all the more as they gave each other one long, final good-night kiss. They agreed to go out again the next night.
Driving home, Fred couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman could actually enjoy his company and find him sexually desirable. That she would actually want a second date with him was almost too amazing to be believed. And yet it was true.
By this time, it was nearly 3:00 in the morning, and they were both too excited, too wound-up about their date, to sleep now.
Fred drew himself a warm, relaxing bubble bath. He slipped in and felt the soapy bath water envelope him in soothing comfort. He closed his eyes and pictured Susan in her tiny black velvet cocktail dress, remembered the feel of her curvaceous body in his arms as they twirled around the dance floor.
A few miles away, Susan too drew herself a warm bubble bath. As she slowly relaxed her luscious naked body beneath the sea of bubbles, she remembered how great Fred’s arms had felt around her. How soft yet exciting and stimulating his good-night kisses had been at her door.
Fred recalled the sensuous, sexual way Susan had sucked on that butter-dripping shrimp over dinner.
Susan recalled how Fred had licked straight up the middle of that apricot slice, then sucked its very top into his mouth like he was enjoying the prettiest little clit on earth…hers!
Fred recalled the challenge Susan had issued, that she was going to give it to him but good.
Susan recalled the suggestive motion Fred had made with that enormous banana against the vagina-shaped slice of apricot, promising that she would be the one who was really going to get it.
Fred’s heart began to race at his memories of Susan, as he raised his bare butt up the tub floor, arching his back, exposing his thighs and his growing cock above the soapy water.
Susan could hear her own heart pounding in her ears as she thought about Fred, raising her naked pussy high in the air, her luscious round ass floating right on top of the warm, sudsy bath water.
Fred wrapped his right hand around his aching cock. His eyes closed in precious daydreams of Susan; he began slowly, lazily pumping his manhood in his fist, until it grew to full hardness.
Susan slipped first one, then two, and finally three fingers into herself, imagining that she was being penetrated by the thickest, hardest cock she had ever enjoyed. She was absolutely convinced now that Fred’s cock would be even thicker than the combined width of her three fingers plunging in and out of herself now. She drew in her breath, and began pressing and rubbing her thumb harder and harder against her swollen, pulsating little love button.
Fred’s raging hard-on was growing too thick to completely wrap his fingers around it any more. So he began stroking his flat, open palm up and down his raging hard-on, bucking up and down in the warm sudsy bath water.
Susan held her breath for a moment or two, then exhaled long and slowly. As she let out her breath, her pussy began to tingle in desire.
Fred began to moan and to stroke his hard cock ever harder and faster with his palm.
Her eyes closed, lost in a delicious daydream, Susan imagined Fred climbing into her bath water, and slowly, gently, lovingly slipping his long, thick, hard cock into her tight, wet, quivering, lusty pussy from above. She had yet to see it, but in her mind, Fred had the thickest and most beautiful hard cock she had ever seen.
His eyes closed, lost in a powerfully erotic daydream, Fred imagined Susan’s warm, moist, open, and very inviting pussy tightly sliding itself down around his skyward-pointing hard-on. In his mind, Susan had the tightest and prettiest little pink pussy in the world.
“Oh, Fred I need your cock!” Susan moaned to herself as she let herself come powerfully, explosively, all over her hand, her sweet warm pussy juice blending into the warm sudsy water.
“Oh, Susan!” Fred groaned with nobody but himself to hear, his whole body trembling in the tub. “I want to make your pussy feel SO good. I want you to never want any man’s cock but mine, ever again!” With that, he trembled and spasmed, thick, white man cream shooting powerfully and repeatedly out of his long, thick, hard cock, bursting all over his hand, flying out onto his thighs, before finally blending into the bath water.
“I’ll be dreaming of you all night, Fred,” Susan whispered as she relaxed her naked, come-soaked body into the warm soapy water.
“I’ll be thinking about you all night, Susan,” Fred whispered as he opened the drain, stepped out of the rapidly-cooling water, and wrapped a big bath towel around himself.
Fred and Susan both slept deeply, peacefully, contentedly that night, in separate beds several miles apart, thinking about each other, dreaming of the night they would finally be able to trust each another enough to physically express the love…not to mention the lust, passion, and desire…they were already feeling for each other. A love, a desire they were both too afraid to admit yet, not even to themselves.
Fred awoke to the earliest rays of morning sunshine peeking through his bedroom window. He simply couldn’t resist the urge to call Susan.
Susan reached for her phone to dial Fred’s number, when she was startled by her phone suddenly and loudly ringing.
“Did I awake you, my dear?” Fred asked sweetly.
“No, I just got up for work. It’s lovely to hear your voice, Fred. You deep baritone is so soothing, so calming. Yet so exciting to hear.” And, she thought to herself, that deep, sexy male voice always gets my pussy so hot for you!
“Just the sound of your sweet, sexy voice makes my heart beat faster,” Fred whispered.
“You’re such a sweet man to say so, Fred.”
“I can’t sop thinking how great it felt to hold you in my arms as we swirled around the dance floor last night.”
“I can’t stop thinking how great your hand felt on my bare knee as we watched the midnight movie.”
“You got me so horny the way you sucked on that shrimp last night.”
“Me? What about the way you licked at that apricot slice?”
“I got so horny last night…” Fred began.
“That I came in my bath,” Susan completed the thought.
“So did I.”
“What time did you come?” Susan asked
“Right around 3:30 AM,” Fred replied.
“Same here.”
“I think we came about the same time,” Fred laughed.
“God I hope so. That would mean we’re ssssoooo in tune with each other. That would be so HOT!”
“Are you naked?” Fred asked.
“Naked and horny,” Susan giggled sexily. There was just something about Susan’s sexy little giggles that seemed to make Fred’s cock instantly stiffen into full hardness.
“Good! Me too! I’m horny, too!”
“So when do I get to see that hard cock of yours, Fred?”
“When we have built a trusting relationship. When we finally have sex, I want it to be out of genuine love instead of out of just lust.”
“How do we do that?” Susan was genuinely interested now in anything that could and would lead to her being naked in Fred’s arms. “How do we build this trust?”
“By talking, of course. Spending time together, getting to know each other.”
“I’d like that,” Susan whispered. “I’d like that very much!”
For the next three hours, Fred and Susan talked on the phone about anything and everything. Their parents and relatives. Their childhood. Their old school friends. Old and current jobs. Old and current friends. Favorite and least favorite teachers. Favorite and least favorite songs, movies, foods. Old lovers, good and bad. First cars, first dates, first kisses, first sex. Their hopes and dreams in life and what they want in love, and in a lover. What they want to do to, for, and with each other in bed.
They talked so long that they were both very late for work. But neither of them cared. They didn’t know it yet, nor admit it to themselves yet, but they were both starting to fall more than a little in love with each other.
Despite having gotten to work very late that morning, they both left work early and rushed home to prepare for date number 2.
By agreement, this was to be a more casual date. This date would allow them to see each other at their most relaxed, to build the trust that might eventually lead to what they both knew they wanted…lots and lots of hot, steamy sex.
Susan was surprised and delighted to see Fred in tee-shirt and shorts.
He had nicely defined biceps. Not like a body builder, but much more toned than she expected. Those strong arms, she was sure, would feel absolutely wonderful wrapped around her in bed.
His legs were muscular and toned, not what she would have expected given his receding hairline and nerdy glasses. Once again, Susan mentally kicked herself for never having noticed or spoken to Fred before. Not only because he turned out to have a really wonderful personality, a kindness of heart, and a generosity of spirit. But also because he was turning out to be much better looking than she had ever suspected. How could she have been so stupid to overlook this great guy and practically throw herself at a creep like Jim?
It didn’t matter any more. That was all in the past now. She was here with Fred now; she was having fun with him, enjoying their time together, their life together, their getting to know each other better. She had Fred now, and he had her, and that was all that mattered in life, all that mattered to her now in this whole wide world.
She looked down at his feet, too. He wore simple brown sandals. His feet were big, maybe size 9 or 10, with cute little slender toes and nicely-trimmed nails. “You know what they say about men with big feet!” Susan grinned at him and gently, merrily laughed.
“Umm, I dunno,” Fred teased. “I’ve had more than a few women tell me that my long toes feel pretty damned nice exploring their pussies. Is that what you meant?”
Susan closed her eyes and sighed. She’d never even heard of a toe job, much less received one. Yet the idea of Fred doing this for her suddenly intrigued, excited, and thrilled her. She could feel her heart beating against her skimpy little tied-under-the-breast blouse.
Fred was not at all disappointed in Susan’s attire, either. She wore a thin little white skirt, like tennis stars wear, only even shorter. So short, in fact, that even the slightest breeze would likely expose her entire panties…if she was even wearing any! Her legs, her bare thighs, just looked so damned sexy!
She had on a button front shirt, with only one button fastened, and the rest of the fabric tucked up and tied under her big, round breasts. He could tell she wore no bra, because her big, thick, hard nipples jutted and poked proudly, defiantly against the fabric of her blouse.
Her exposed belly rounded outward only very slightly, just enough to be very feminine and extremely sexy. He already knew from that night in the hospital, and now her tiny white tennis skirt confirmed, that her hips curved seductively inward under her breasts, then back out into the sweetest, tightest, roundest little ass he had ever seen.
Her open-toed sandals revealed a bright crimson polish on her toenails that precisely matched the shade of her well-manicured fingernails, and of her red, red, warm and inviting mouth. She was a gorgeous knockout, literally from her head to her toes. And once more, she was his date for the night…all night! He must have built-up some pretty damned good karma in this life or a previous one, to be deserving of the time, attention, and companionship of such a woman, whose inner beauty of spirit, he was discovering, matched or exceeded the extreme outer beauty of her luscious, curvaceous body.
Susan noticed Fred admiring her feet. “You like my feet, Fred?”
“They’re very pretty. Small and delicate. Your toenails so red, so sexy.”
“You know what I’d like to do with my feet, baby?” she teased.
“Something very naughty, I’m sure!” Fred laughed deeply.
“See? You are getting to know the real me pretty well already,” she giggled in girlish glee, knowing that her sexy little giggles always instantly stiffened his cock, and wanting and hoping now to cause that wonderful reaction in him. “Yes, Fred, you’re right. I am thinking to do unspeakably naughty things to you with my feet! I’d like to wrap my thighs around your waist and press my feet deep into your ass. Push my feet down hard into you butt so I can press your cock deeper and deeper down into me. Would you like that, Fred?”
“When we’re ready to fuck each other senseless, when we’re both ready to fuck each other’s brains out…yes, yes, I’d like that very much. But tonight’s not going to be the night. We’re neither of us ready for that yet tonight.”
“Oh, pooh!” Susan pretended to pout, but deep down she knew Fred was right. Jim’s attack on her was still too recent, still to fresh in her mind, for her to feel completely comfortable surrendering herself 100% to her lust and to his desires. Not tonight. Not yet. Not quite yet. But soon. Very, very soon.
An amazing thing happened then. Knowing that they weren’t going to have sex with each other yet that night, they could both relax and just completely enjoy their date, with none of the tension and pressure of wondering how far their date could or would go tonight.
“Come,” Fred laughed, towing Susan by her dainty little hand. “I have a surprise for you. Something I’ll bet you’ve never done on a date before.”
They entered a posh department store. There were “Annual Sale” signs all over the store, and the place was quite crowded.
“Even on sale,” Susan commented, “The clothes, jewelry, and perfume here are way more expensive than you should spend on me, on just our second date.”
“We’re not here to buy. We’re here to people watch. I’m a keen observer of human nature, and there’s nothing like a sale to bring out the most interesting and unusual behavior in people.” Fred paused. “Take those two women over there. They both seem like sweet old ladies, real grandmother types, right?”
“I suppose so,” Susan wasn’t quite sure how to respond, how this people-watching game works.
“But that table they are standing in front of has only one sweater left on sale.”
“So?”
“Just watch.”
Old lady #1: “I saw that sweater first!”
Old lady #2: “But it’s in my hand, not yours. That makes it mine!”
The two old ladies started tugging at the sweater so hard that it looked about to rip.
Harried clerk: “Until one of you pays for it, it doesn’t belong to either of you! Once you pay for it, you can tug and rip at it all you like. But until then, please handle it gently.”
The two women turned and scowled at the hapless store clerk, then lunged at him as if they both intended to beat him to death.
Old lady #1: “She who saw it first should be allowed to buy it, right?”
Old Lady #2: “Possession is nine tenths of the law. And you saw me, didn’t you? I picked up this sweater in my hands first!”
The poor store clerk just stared and gulped, unsure what to do or how to get away from this fracas that he had so stupidly and innocently stepped into.
“I was going to tell them,” Susan whispered to Fred, “That’s it’s just a sweater, get over it! But after the way they almost tore that clerk limb from limb, I think it’s best I stay out of it.”
Fred led Susan over to the toy aisle next.
“But mom!” one little boy was whining. “I behaved much better this week than Ted did. Why does he get a toy dump truck, and not me?”
“But I took out the garbage three times this week, and Jack took it out only twice,” the second little boy protested, his face turning red as he stamped his feet. “And I set the table last night. So I should get the dump truck, for behaving better!”
“Right now,” the beleaguered mom screamed, “neither of you is behaving very well. So how about this? No dump truck for either of you! How do you like that?”
The boys obviously didn’t like that at all! They began screaming, crying, slapping and punching each other, and whining in unison, “No fair, mom!”
The exasperated mother just threw her hands up in despair and defeat. “If you stop shrieking, I’ll buy you both a dump truck!”
The mother then noticed Fred and Susan watching her and her boys. “Some great mom I am, huh?” she sighed. “Rewarding their atrocious behavior and buying them each a toy!”
Susan and Fred weren’t about to get involved in this no-win squabble. They both just shrugged and walked away.
The next child they encountered was a complete contrast to the two brat bothers. He held his mom’s hand, and said not a word for quite some time. After a while, his mom asked him, “What do you think, dear? The blue sweater or the green one?”
“The blue, mommy,” the boy replied softly, respectfully. “It matches your eyes.”
The mother laughed. “Where did you learn to say such a sweet thing, sweetie?”
“From daddy. He says he likes when you wear blue, because it matches your eyes.”
“Well, I definitely want to look good for daddy. He takes such good care of mommy!” The little boy was too young and innocent to notice and understand the mother’s soft sigh, the gleam in her eye, and the quickening of her step as she softly, dreamily repeated, “Yes, daddy takes such good care of mommy!”
Fred and Susan completely understood what this mother was saying, and the new young couple turned to each other and smiled knowingly at each other.
“Sounds like one very lucky wife,” Susan smiled, sighing a little herself.
“You think we could some day have that kind of relationship, too?” Fred looked deeply, romantically, passionately into Susan’s eyes.
“Why, Fred!” Susan laughed. “Are you proposing to me? On only our second date?”
“No!” Fred laughed. “Although I could definitely get used to that idea, of marrying you. Some day. I just meant, I want to take very good care of you some day, in that certain special way.”
“Maybe some day soon, darling?” Susan smiled, her eyes sparkling in delight at the twin ideas of being both Fred’s wife and his passionate lover, of being with Fred for the rest of their lives. She threw her arms around Fred and kissed him with a fierce hunger, a determined passion. A week ago, Susan wouldn’t have given a man like Fred the time of day. Now she couldn’t imagine spending even one day of the rest of her life without Fred at her side. Funny how life comes at you so quickly like that sometimes, how life can change everything topsy-turvy in an instant.
“Maybe sooner than either of us might expect,” Fred continued, returning her kiss with a fiery desire on his lips. “Considering how well and how quickly we’ve been hitting it off so far! I would like to marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you. But I’m not proposing to you just yet, sweetheart. Some day, maybe. Some day, definitely. But not today.”
“You’re right, baby!” Susan kissed him again. “We haven’t even reached the comfort level with each other to sleep together yet, much less get married.”
“Oh, we’ll be together soon,” Fred grinned. “Very, very soon. That I can promise you. Because the mere thought of you fills me with too much love, and gets me too horny, not to take you to bed in the very near future. And I promise, when that does finally happen, there will be no sleeping involved!”
By now it was time for dinner. “Are you hungry?” Fred asked.
Susan threw her arms around Fred and once more kissed him passionately. “I’m very, very hungry!”
“I meant for food!” Fred laughed in that deep baritone of his, the mere sound of which always seemed to cause Susan’s heart to race and her pussy walls to moisten.
“What are you hungry for?” Susan asked. “What do you want to eat?”
“I want to eat your pussy!” Fred laughed playfully, seductively. “That’s what I’m hungry for!”
“That would be wonderful!” Susan purred. “But right now I think we’d better get dinner.”
They found a Chinese buffet and feasted on Peking duck, barbecued pork, walnut prawns, chicken chow mein, and shrimp fried rice. Lovers watching would likely have thought it cute, but bitter lonely confirmed bachelors and spinsters would no doubt have found it revolting to watch, as Fred and Susan entwined arms and lovingly fed each other forkfuls of tasty delights.
Next they went to a miniature golf course. Although they both had been highly competitive people all their lives, they were having too much fun playing, laughing, and being silly together, to even bother keeping score.
“I’m having so much fun,” they told each other in unison. They hugged a lot, they kissed a lot, realizing that the game itself was secondary to their fun, their enjoyment, their getting to know each other better.
When the date ended, the pair parked on a remote hillside with a spectacular view. But they were too busy kissing and then Frenching to really pay much attention to the local scenery. Between kisses, they did manage to tell each other more about their hopes, dreams, philosophies, plans for the future, goals in life. They were drawing steadily closer and closer to each other now, becoming ever more open and trusting with one another. And that meant the day when they would finally make love with each other was also drawing nearer and nearer.
At home, Fred once more relaxed into the bathtub, daydreaming of the excitement of a new romance, of what might become a lifetime of happiness together. He felt that they were getting very close now to finally moving their relationship to a sexual level. For the first time, he sensed that they were both nearing readiness for exposing themselves to each other—exposing their bodies, their thoughts and emotions, their very souls to each other. He felt himself getting hornier and hornier at the thought of Susan, not just at the thought of seeing her naked and being sexual with her. But the very thought of them being so vulnerable to each other, getting to know each other at a deep soul level, excited him even more than the thought of slipping his thick, hard cock into her warm, moist, tight pussy.
Fred noticed his cell phone sitting on the ledge around his tub. Even though they had just parted company not 15 minutes ago, he decided to phone Susan.
“Hi!” Fred began cheerily.
“Mmmm! So good to hear your voice, Fred.” She paused for the longest time. “Still there, Fred?”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Oh God,” Susan softly moaned, “Just the very sound of your voice is making me ssssoooo horny!”
“I’ve been sitting in the tub thinking about you,” Fred replied. “The more I think about you, about us, about our relationship, about how emotionally close we’ve been growing, the hornier I get.”
“Is your cock hard?”
“Yes,” Fred moaned, “Very hard!”
“And thick?”
“Oh god yes!”
“And throbbing?”
“Ohhhh!” Fred moaned. “Throbbing even more since you asked me that!”
“Mmmmm!” Susan purred. “I wish I could be there to see it. To hold it. And…and…”
“And?”
“And to…to…lick at it! Mmmmm!”
“I think we’re getting closer to the level of trust where we will be comfortable going to bed together.”
“I think so too, Fred,” Susan whispered breathlessly. “I think it will happen very soon.”
“Yes.” Fred paused. “Susan darling?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I wish I could be there right now, eating your pussy. Eating what I’m certain is the prettiest and tastiest pussy in the whole wide world.”
“Oh Fred! Your words, your deep voice. They’re turning me on so much! My pussy is tingling. I’m so hot…so wet!”
“I’m so hard! Throbbing so uncontrollably.”
“What are we going to do about this, Fred honey?”
“I don’t know. I’m so horny now that I’m just sitting here jacking myself off.”
“Oh, ba-by! That’s ssoooo hot! Just thinking about your large hands, your long, thin fingers, wrapped around your big hard cock! Mmmm! I just want to jam all my fingers into my hungry, horny little pussy.”
“So why don’t you?”
“Are you sure it’s OK, sweetheart?”
“It’s more than OK!” Fred laughed. “As long as I can listen!”
“Only if I can listen to you, too!”
Fred got out of the tub, spread a big bath towel on the bathroom floor, rolled up another towel and propped it under his neck, then lay naked flat on his back.
Susan fluffed up a pile of big, comfortable pillows and plopped herself deeply down into them.
Fred spoke into his phone first. “I’m picturing you naked and horny…” he began.
“You’re very perceptive. That’s exactly how I am right now! Naked, horny...and thinking about you! Sliding one…two…three fingers deeply into myself.”
“My fingers are wrapped around my cock, which is getting thicker and harder every time it throbs. And every time I picture your face or hear your voice, I throb even more frequently and even more powerfully.”
“God I wish I could be there watching that!” Susan moaned. “Just listening to you describe it is making my pussy smack loudly with lust!”
“Wow! I’d love to hear that!”
“OK, baby. Anything my man wants! I’m going to put my cell phone between my thighs so you can hear how excited my pussy is! Hang on just a second.”
There was a momentary silence as Susan repositioned her cell phone. Then Fred heard it distinctly. A soft squishing sound. Then a louder squish-squish-SQUISH, followed by an extremely loud SMACK!”
Then another silence, before Susan asked, “How’s that sound to you, my darling?”
“My dick is so hard now it aches!” Fred moaned.
“What can we do to take away that ache, baby?”
“If you were here, I guess you could suck my cock. But since you aren’t, I’m massaging my swollen balls.”
“Is that helping?”
“Not really. It’s just making me even hornier, just making me even more impatient for the day when I can finally fuck you.”
“I know the feeling,” Susan seductively whispered her agreement. “I can hardly wait to fuck you, either, baby!”
“God your voice is so damned sexy!” Fred moaned. “I can’t resist the urge to stroke my cock.”
“Ohhhhh!” Susan moaned. “Picturing you whacking yourself off is making my pussy juice up sssoooo wet now!”
“My fist is stroking up and down my shaft faster and faster the more I listen to you moan!”
“I really, really wish I could see that!” Susan groaned lustily.
“And I wish I could see your fingers in your pussy!”
“My thumb is swirling and pressing all over my throbbing clit. I wish I could feel your tongue licking at it right now! I wish my thumb was your thick, hard cock pressing and rubbing against my clit on each hard, thrusting stroke in and out of my pussy.”
“I want you so bad, I’m just about to come!”
“Me too! Why don’t we try to come at the same time?” Susan suggested throatily.
“I’d love that!” Fred groaned as he pumped his cock harder and harder, faster and faster in his encircling fist.
“Does your cell phone have a camera?” Susan asked.
“Yes it does,” Fred replied. “Why?”
“Do you think the level of trust between us is high enough yet, that you are willing to be vulnerable enough yet, to use your cell phone camera to let me watch you come, Fred?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“You think so? You don’t sound very sure of that, Fred!”
“I’m sure. I trust you completely, Susan.”
“I mean, if you’re not sure…” Susan offered Fred an out.
“I want to make wild, passionate love with you, Susan. If tonight we can only do it over a camera phone, then that’s what I want to do. But I can hardly wait until we’re in the same room together, no camera phones between us, where we can not only watch each other, but touch and enjoy each other.”
“That’s what I hoped you would say, Fred! If I can’t have your come in me tonight, at least I want to watch you come!”
“What about you, my love?” Fred asked. “Do you trust me enough yet, trust our relationship enough yet, to turn on your cell phone’s camera and let me watch you come?”
“Oh god yes, I’d like that very much!” Susan moaned.
Fred and Susan each lay on their sides now, and positioned their phones about five feet from their bellies. From this position, the phone showed the entirety of each other’s naked torso, yet allowed them each to look down and see each other on the screen of their own cell phone.
Fred could see the moist inner pinkness of Susan’s pussy, which was far prettier than he had even dared to imagine. He watched in excited fascination as she slipped first one and then two fingers into herself. Then she brought her thumb into play, pressing and swirling into her quivering, throbbing clit ever faster and ever harder. He could also see Susan’s full, round bare breasts capped with the most amazingly beautiful, the widest reddish-pink areolas he had ever seen. Her nipples were a spectacularly beautiful reddish-brown, so long, so hard, jutting so proudly out of her perfect and wonderful and delightful chest.
Susan gasped as she gazed down at her cell phone screen. Fred’s chest was so well defined, so toned, so sculpted. Not huge rippling body-builder muscles, but so attractive and so exciting. His stomach was flat, not fat and flabby. Once more, Susan mentally kicked herself for never having noticed Fred before. Who knew that such a great guy, and such a great-looking guy, was hidden behind that receding hairline and those nerdy glasses?
But best of all was his cock. It stretched out and up from between his thighs, resting against his belly, the tip extending above his navel. It was hard to tell on a tiny cell phone screen, but from how far it reached up his belly, she guessed it had to be at least 8 inches long. His excited, rhythmically throbbing cock had filled with blood to turn a lovely shade of crimson, almost purple. The head was bulbous like the top of a mushroom. It was by far the best-looking cock she had ever seen—in person, in a magazine, or even in her feverish late-night vibrator fantasies of nameless, faceless men with enormous cocks. Now she hungrily, desperately, urgently longed to touch Fred’s cock, to kiss it, to suck on it, to feel it slowly slip and slide and push and thrust its way down into her warm, moist, welcoming pussy.
Susan noticed that his shaft was so thick that even Fred’s long, tapered fingers could barely close around it as he vigorously jacked himself off. Susan closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would look like and feel like to have so much cock slowly disappearing deeper and deeper into her tingling, trembling, quivering, tight little pussy. The mental image caused Susan to tilt her head back, jam her fingers even deeper into herself, and moan loudly. By now, the excited squishing and smacking noises emanating from deep inside her contracting, spasming, super-horny little pussy were practically drowning out her incredibly loud moans.
“Oh my sweet love, watching and listening to you fuck yourself with your fingers is getting me so horny!” Fred moaned. “Sooooo damned horny! I have to come! I just have to come!”
“Me, too!” Susan’s sweetly feminine voice moaned melodically. “Me, too, baby! I need to COME!”
Fred’s eyes were glued to his cell phone screen as he watched Susan’s curvy, sexy, naked body tremble and squirm in lust, desire, and passion. Her shapely hips bucked hard up and down on her bed, swaying seductively from side to side. “I’m…gonna…” she moaned. Then she screamed “Cuuuuuummmmm!”
Watching the sweet pussy nectar explode out from between Susan’s smooth, silky thighs, and then slow to a steady, continuous flow, Fred moaned, “Damn, that’s sssoooo sexy! You are so sexy, baby!”
“Let me watch you come now, my love!” Susan groaned in hot desire.
“Right…NOW!” Fred bellowed in that deep, rich, heart-quickening, pussy-dampening baritone voice of his.
“God your voice turns me on ssssoooo much!” Susan moaned, as she moved the cell phone to just inches in front of her face, and she studied the screen intently. She fought hard not to so much as blink. She didn’t want to miss even one moment of watching Fred’s explosive orgasm.
She watched in lusty fascination and growing excitement as Fred’s balls contracted and then expanded again. His cock throbbed up off his belly, then landed back down onto his belly with a soft SLAP! As his balls had a moment earlier, his shaft’s diameter now contracted momentarily, then flared out even thicker than it had been before. He moaned, he groaned, he squirmed. And then she saw it. A milky white stream bursting suddenly and explosively out of the very tip of his long, thick, hard cock, flying high through the air, then landing softly on his belly. His cock throbbed and twitched a second time as he moaned even louder, and this time a milky-white string streamed down out of him and slowly oozed down onto his thighs. Fred’s balls contracted again, and a volcanically explosive white-hot burst flew out and down onto his balls and onto the towel Fred was lying on.
Susan now jammed a third finger into herself, writhing like a woman possessed. “Watching you come is the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!” she moaned as her pussy contracted very tightly around her fingers. She slipped all three fingers out of herself now, so Fred could watch it all as her pussy juice burst powerfully and repeatedly out of her, streaming and then oozing and finally puddling down onto her belly, thighs, and bed sheets. She counted four separate trembling, shaking, full-body orgasms in a row before she actually remembered to breathe again. Two more orgasms, only slightly less powerful than the previous four, hit her as she was panting and squirming and trembling.
She remembered now to look at her own cell phone as Fred moaned and a little trickling stream of thick white man juice slowly, so enticingly slowly, oozed down onto Fred’s thighs. She thought this thick liquid, strung stickily between his cock-head and his balls, was the absolute loveliest sight she had ever seen or could ever imagine.
“I don’t think I can come any more tonight!” Susan moaned.
“Me either!” Fred groaned, happy, contented, deeply satisfied, and now very much in love.
“I think that was just about the best sex I’ve ever had, Fred!”
“If you think that was great,” Fred half moaned, half laughed, “Just wait until we make love in each other’s arms!”
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait for that, Fred!” Susan moaned. “I think I love you, Fred.”
“I know I love you, Susan.”
“Tomorrow night,” Susan purred.
“Tomorrow night, definitely!” Fred enthusiastically agreed.
“Good night, Fred. I love you!”
“I love you too, Susan! Good night. Sweet dreams.”
“Oh, they will be very sweet dreams indeed, my love. Dreams of your big, hard cock plunging deep in my hungry little pussy!”
“Dreams of your sweet little pussy wrapped so very tightly around my cock, as I mercilessly fuck your brains out!”
“Damn but I want you so much!” Susan moaned.
“Not as much as I want you!”
“More!”
“I can hardly wait. I wasn’t ready until now, I didn’t feel we trusted each other enough until now. But now I know for sure, now definitely I know I’m ssoooo ready to fuck your lovely little pussy. Tomorrow night, for sure!” Fred paused. “But for now, I think we both need to sleep. So good night, my love.”
“Good night, my darling. And I’m going to hold you to that promise, my love, my dear one. Tomorrow night. Your thick hard cock. Plunging deeply, powerfully, repeatedly, relentlessly, in and out of my hot, wet pussy!”
For their third date, Fred invited Susan to his home for a home-cooked meal. They both suspected—and indeed, both fervently hoped—that having their dinner-date at his place would wind up with them enjoying each other for dessert! They both knew that their level of love, trust, and respect for each other had reached sufficient heights that they were ready, indeed eager, to elevate their relationship to total intimacy tonight. Both were ready to conquer each other and to surrender body, mind, and soul to one another. Tonight would be the night. Definitely. No hesitations. No reservations. No fears or second thoughts for either of them any longer now.
Their choice of outfits didn’t exactly do anything to reduce the level of their libido on their third date, either.
When Fred opened his front door and drank Susan all in with his eyes, his heart caught in his throat, and his balls began to ache as he began to form a thick ridge all the way up the front of his shorts.
For one thing, Susan’s mouth was lined in the reddest, glossiest, sexiest lipstick he had ever seen. Her cheery smile seemed to say, “I’m gonna get completely and thoroughly fucked tonight, and I couldn’t be any happier about that!”
And then there was the matter of her teeshirt. It was at least as red as her warm, inviting, cherry-red mouth. And it was about three sizes too small, forming itself snugly around her full, round, soft but firm breasts. Her big, hard nipples blared right through the fabric, and he could even see the outline of her wide, dark areolas. Her breasts blared so brightly through the tight fabric of her teeshirt. No wonder men call women’s breasts “headlights”!
Fred’s eyes now moved down further, down to her skimpy little white shorts. They were so short that they showed off every magnificent millimeter of her smooth, shapely, sexy thighs. Thighs that Fred longed to have wrapped around his neck. Thighs that he just wanted to bury his face between from now until the moment he dies. Her shorts were so tight on her that she could barely walk in them, and Fred could distinctly see the “camel toe” outline of her magnificent pussy lips through the thin white cotton.
Noticing where Fred’s eyes were focused now, Susan playfully flexed her pussy muscles, letting them contract and then release, contract and release under her tight shorts. This caused the cotton of her shorts to pucker even more deeply into her pussy, making the “camel toe” outline of her pussy even more pronounced in her shorts, and causing the enormous tent in Fred’s shorts to grow to about the size of a 747 jumbo jet.
As Susan entered Fred’s home, he could see that her tight white cotton shorts were so short as to show the pronounced crease at the base of her full, round, sweet little ass, just above her long, smooth, shapely, sexy legs. Fred imagined those dark creamy legs wrapped around his neck as he ate her through 5 or 6 or 7 wild, trembling orgasms. He imagined those smooth, sexy legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her mercilessly through half a dozen more orgasms. He imagined those legs straddling his thighs as she rode him with unfettered zeal.
Susan was not at all disappointed in Fred’s choice of attire, either. He wore a light blue sleeveless cotton teeshirt that nicely revealed his strong but not over-developed biceps, and his handsome rippling chest. She imagined those pecs, those abs, pressed tightly against her breasts as he drilled deeply down into her from above.
Fred also wore a pair of very dark blue jeans shorts, so ultra short that she could see every hunky centimeter of his long, strong, muscular, hairy legs. Legs she imagined powering his rapid, loving, powerful thrusts deep down into her contracting and trembling pussy. Best of all, if she squinted a little, she swore she could almost see his enormous balls, balls that contained the wonderful warm come his cock would soon enough be powerfully injecting deep down into her.
Susan wasn’t sure how long she could restrain her desires now. She was just about ready to tell Fred to skip dinner and move right to dessert. But she knew he had been preparing the meal all afternoon, so she couldn’t disappoint him by not dining on the sumptuous feast he had prepared. Besides, Fred was somehow controlling his own powerful and obvious lust for her, and if he could find the strength to wait, she was sure she could somehow find at least as much reserve inside herself.
The meal started with a home-made salad. Fred had spent much of that afternoon hand-shredding the lettuce, slicing the cucumbers, cutting the carrots into wispy-thin strips, mixing the fresh raspberry vinaigrette dressing.
“It’s delicious!” Susan enthused. “But,” she winked salaciously, “I’ll bet your cock tastes at least three times as good!”
“Wow! You’re just rarin’ to go tonight, aren’t you?” Fred teased.
“You betcha! But c’mon, I can see that big bulge in your pants! Don’t try to tell me you’re not just as horny as I am!”
“You caught me!” Fred laughed deeply.
“Damnit, stop laughing!” Susan mildly scolded, laughing a little bit herself now.
“Why, my angel?”
“Because, my love, your deep baritone laugh is just getting my pussy even wetter with desire for you!”
Fred didn’t reply. He simply got up and brought out the next course. A magnificent duck l’orange, so light and tender that a knife wasn’t even needed. Sticking a fork in the duck caused the meat to literally fall right off the bones. Fred had hand-squeezed the oranges himself, and hand-blended the sauce with a whisk in a mixing bowl.
“Once again, absolutely delicious, Fred darling.”
“I’ll bet I know something that will taste even more delicious in my mouth tonight!” Fred joked merrily.
“Oh?” Susan tried to act all sweet and innocent. “And what might that be?”
Fred rested his hand on Susan’s extremely short shorts. He lightly pressed a finger against the front of her skimpy little tight white shorts, gently pushing the fabric into her ever more dampening pussy.
“Mmmm!” Susan purred happily, excitedly. “You have a very nice touch, Fred. Light and gentle. Yet a little bit insistent. And oh so thrilling!”
Fred gently rubbed his finger down and then back up along the front of her shorts.
“So you’d like a little taste of what’s under these shorts, would you, Fred?”
“Yes, please,” Fred smiled humbly and meekly.
“You’re ssoooo sweet and charming, baby!” Susan cooed. “It’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to jump your bones right here and now!”
“Well, I’ve had enough food,” Fred replied. “Shall we retire to my couch?”
“Why?” Susan grinned knowingly.
“So we can neck like hormone-crazed teenagers!” Fred laughed, his eyes twinkling in delight and desire.
“Sounds great to me!” Susan smiled as they led each other by the hand to Fred’s living room.
When Susan sat on the couch, she deliberately let her shorts bunch up just enough to now completely reveal the already-hinted-at outline of her pussy against the wispy white cotton fabric.
Fred sat beside Susan on his couch, threw his arms around her back and shoulders, and kissed her cherry red lips deeply, passionately, hungrily. Susan kissed him back with equal passion and desire. She opened her mouth ever so slightly, and licked her tongue all the way around Fred’s lips. Fred opened his mouth ever so slightly, and Susan instantly, hungrily, greedily, gratefully took advantage of this opportunity to quickly and deeply slip her tongue into Fred’s mouth. “Mmmmm!” she purred happily as her tongue licked at the back side of his teeth and the roof of this mouth. “Oh god,” she moaned, “I’m getting so unbelievably horny!”
“I can’t believe that a beautiful, incredibly sexy woman like you could really be horny for me!” Fred moaned as he hungrily slid his tongue into Susan’s mouth, their tongues circling around each other in a friendly, erotic dance, then darting at each other like two fencers sword-fighting.
“Believe it, my love!” Susan cooed. “I’m sssoooo horny for you, baby. Only for you!”
“Not half as horny as I am for you!” Fred moaned.
“My nipples are aching!” Susan groaned as she pushed the back of Fred’s head to pull his mouth even closer into hers. “Take my top of for me, baby?” she asked sweetly, innocently.
As Susan helpfully raised her arms straight up above her head, Fred grasped both sides of her red teeshirt—the same cherry red as her sweet, inviting mouth—and tugged her top up off of her in one swift, smooth motion.
Fred’s eyes practically bugged out. “Wow!” he enthused. “So, just how big are they?”
“40-D,” she smiled proudly, lustfully. “And they’re one hundred percent all natural! No surgical enhancements.”
“They look magnificent!”
“You can touch them if you want to,” Susan’s sweet, sexually-charge voice half invited, half begged.
Fred cupped her breasts in his hands, then pinched and rubbed her enormous hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Fred leaned his face forward into her wonderful deep cleavage. “Would you mind if I...”
“I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t!” Susan moaned, pushing Fred’s head down and closer. His tongue darted and licked and swirled all over her magnificently wide areolas before stretching out to catch her long, hard, reddish-brown nipples.
“They look so tasty!” Fred moaned as his cock pushed and strained against the front of his jeans shorts.
“Then taste them!” Susan moaned her encouragement.
Fred hungrily sucked Susan’s hard nipple into his mouth, as a topless Susan squirmed and purred beneath him in lusty desire.
“My turn!” Susan grinned hungrily, as she grabbed at Fred’s sleeveless teeshirt, practically ripping the cotton in her impatient lust to get his top off of him.
“Your chest looks even more wonderful in person than it did over the cell phone,” Susan groaned, felling her pussy walls moisten more and more as she hungrily leaned forward, licking, sucking, and nibbling on his tiny but very hard nipples. Her enormous breasts dangled in his face and pressed into his chest as his hands and mouth immensely enjoyed her immensity.
“I love that you didn’t wear a bra tonight!” Fred moaned as he again nibbled passionately, hungrily at her big, hard, beautiful nipples.
“I’m also not wearing any…” Susan paused, then breathily continued in an erotic mix of innocence and desire, “…panties!”
Fred gulped hard. He couldn’t believe his luck!
“So, tell me. Why aren’t you wearing panties?”
“You don’t like me going pantiless?” she pouted.
In silent reply, Fred unsnapped the top of her ultra-short, ultra-tight white shorts, unzipped them in record time, and folded back the flaps to expose her beautiful, thick but neatly-trimmed brown bush. He buried his face in the soft hair and began to kiss and lick at her spectacular bush with a passionate hunger.
“So you like that I’m not wearing any…panties!” she again packed the most amazing sexual and erotic tone into the breathless way she said that single word “panties.”
“I love it! But I just wondered, what goes through the mind of a hot, sexy woman like you when you decide not to wear any panties?”
“Do you really want to know?” she grinned mysteriously, seductively.
Fred planted another hungry, passionate kiss into Susan’s soft, curly pubic hair, neatly trimmed in a triangle pointing the way to the paradise of her tight, warm, damp pussy. “Yes, I do want to know,” Fred grinned lustily.
“Well, it’s just that I wanted nothing to get in the way tonight,” Susan grinned, her eyes sparkling merrily and lustily, “of the man I love plunging his big, hard cock deeply, lovingly, powerfully down into my tight, hot, wet, hungry pussy!”
“I hoped you’d say something like that!” Fred smiled, grasping her tight shorts and starting to tug them down her smooth, shapely, sexy legs. “I feel like I just won the state lottery. But the prize isn’t something as trivial and insignificant as a mere ten million dollars. The prize is much more valuable. You are the prize I win tonight!”
As Fred peeled the tight white shorts off of the woman he loves, exposing her pretty little pussy to his eyes, his lips, and his tongue, Susan began to twist and squirm her whole sexy body.
Fred’s tongue playfully licked slow circles around and around her soft, moist pussy lips before taking a long, slow lick around her inner walls, across her spongy, squishy little G-spot, then outward along her clit. His fingers and tongue alternated between pleasuring her G-spot and her clit, as his fingers eagerly explored the inside of both her tight, wet pussy and her round, perfect ass. It didn’t take Fred long at all to send Susan’s whole lusciously sexy and sexual body crashing headlong into the most powerful, trembling orgasm of her whole life. Followed almost immediately by two more, each more powerful than the last, each shivering contraction of her quivering pussy more and more thoroughly soaking Fred’s ecstatically happy, smiling face.
“You have the most amazingly beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen!” Fred moaned, grinning happily. “It’s absolutely, spectacularly beautiful! Such a pretty little pussy! And best of all, it tastes even better than it looks!”
“I’m so damned horny!” Susan moaned. “God, I want…I need…to be fucked so good and hard right now!”
Susan hungrily, impatiently unsnapped and unzipped Fred’s jeans shorts, then ripped impatiently at the fabric, not wanting to wait for the fabric to slide down his long, muscular, hairy legs. She wanted to see, to taste his wonderful hard cock as soon as possible now.
As she lustfully ripped away the cotton of Fred’s shorts, she asked “Does my reputation as the office slut bother you, honey?”
“I don’t care how many cocks have fucked your sweet little pussy before mine!” Fred moaned hornily. “As long as mine is the last cock that ever fucks you!”
“Oh Fred! You are more wonderful than I deserve!” she cried out as his big, hard cock plopped heavily out of his raggedly ripped shorts now. She had never seen, nor even imagined, such a spectacularly beautiful cock before.
“I have to know!” Susan purred.
“Know what?” Fred puzzled.
“Just how big is it?”
“I told you before, I’ve never measured it.”
“Well, it’s high time we find out, don’t you think? Where’s a ruler around here?”
“Hmm,” Fred pondered. “I don’t think now’s the time for either of us to get out of bed and hunt for a ruler!” He paused, then smiled brightly. “There’s a sheet of paper here on my nightstand,” his arm stretched. He handed the paper to Susan. “The short edge is 8-1/2 inches, right?”
Susan placed the paper on top of Fred’s enormous cock and smiled happily when the shaft and head covered almost the entire width of the page. “I was right!” she grinned happily. “You are about 8 inches long!”
“Is that big?” Fred honestly didn’t know.
“Fred, Fred, Fred!” she smiled. “So sweet, so innocent…so humble! Yes, baby, 8 inches is very big. Very big indeed! The biggest I’ve ever seen before was 6 inches. And when Jim ra—umm, assaulted me,” she couldn’t bring herself to say the word ‘rape’—“he was only 4 inches long fully aroused. So yes, baby, 8 inches is a very nice size!”
“If you say so!” Fred shrugged.
“Seeing how big and hard and beautiful your cock is, knowing it’s a spectacular 8 inches, now I feel like I’m the one who just won the lottery! And I can’t wait to claim this wonderful prize!”
As her mouth eagerly bobbed down over his stiff, trembling, throbbing, skyward-pointing hard-on, she asked “Would it surprise you to know that I’ve had sex with only five men in my whole life? And I’ve never bedded any coworker…until now!”
“It all doesn’t matter to me, baby! I love you, and if you love me, your past history doesn’t matter, whether you’ve been with five men or fifty!”
“I’ve deliberately fostered that image as the office slut, you know!” she said as she hungrily gobbled down Fred’s enormous, pulsating cock. “It intimidates most of the creeps, so they stop asking me out. You’re the first guy who saw past my façade, and is not intimidated by me.”
“That’s because you finally showed me the real you—the warm, caring, vulnerable you—that night at the hospital. I discovered that you’re not intimidating at all! And you’re right, your reputation no longer intimidates me. And as for your reputation for sexual skill, right now I would say it is definitely earned!” Fred groaned. “Even if you have had only five men!”
“So you like the way I suck your cock?”
“Ohhhhhhhh!” was the only answer Fred could give her now, as his cock throbbed powerfully, insistently in her lovingly devouring mouth.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled in that amazing, uniquely cock-stiffening, girlishly sexy giggle of hers. She grinned happily, joyously, as she redoubled her efforts to hungrily suck his whole spectacular cock all the way down her throat. “And as for you being the last man I ever make love with, well, all I can say is, if your cock feels even half as good in my pussy as it feels in my mouth,” Susan moaned, gobbling Fred’s whole 8 inches down into her throat in one hungry, powerful gulp, “you have nothing to worry about, my darling! Why would I ever want any other man after I’ve had the best?”
Fred’s whole body shook like an earthquake. His enormous hard cock pulsed up and down, side to side through the cherry-red lips and deep inside the tightly-sucking mouth of the woman he loves. His hard-on swept side to side across the back of Susan’s loving throat. He felt his balls contract, then swell to nearly double their normal size. He could actually feel the come racing up the inside of his cock now. His aroused sperm cells grew impatient now to thoroughly coat the back of his beloved’s throat. As he exploded powerfully in her mouth and emptied his balls down her hungry throat, she just gulped and gulped and gulped, not wishing to waste even one precious drop of his delicious, warm man-spunk now.
And then Fred’s whole handsome body trembled and spasmed as he exploded into her mouth a second time. Susan marveled at how quickly Fred recovered from his first orgasm. No man had ever fed her sperm-hungry mouth twice in such quick succession before. The explosive force of his powerful come-blast against the back of her throat caused her head to momentarily and involuntarily recoil backward, and she felt a little of Fred’s wonderfully thick, hard cock start to slip out of her mouth now.
The loss of even one inch of Fred’s spectacular cock from the inside of her mouth was completely unacceptable and totally intolerable to her now. So she hollowed her cheeks even more powerfully, and now she sucked her loving man down her throat with even more vigor and determination than ever before. She smiled inwardly, contentedly, as she once more felt his come-swollen balls press tightly up against her mouth, his hard cock throbbing from side to side against the back of her cock-hungry throat. She was proud and happy that she again managed to capture every single precious drop of his explosive discharge into her mouth. She hungrily swallowed it all down her throat now, gulping and gulping, every bit as fast as he could pump that warm, wonderful, gooey stuff down into her throat.
“It’s not enough that you have to be the sweetest, kindest man I’ve ever met! It’s not enough that at eight wonderful, glorious inches, you have the biggest, hardest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen or even dared to dream of,” Susan moaned and gulped, gulped and sucked and moaned. “No, as if all of that isn’t enough, now you also have to have the best tasting come I’ve ever sucked down! Where have you been all my life, you wonderful man you!”
“I’ve been right under your nose all along, baby! You weren’t ready to be loved like this until today!”
“Oh, Fred,” she sobbed. “Can you ever forgive me? I’ve been so stupid! I couldn’t see past your bald head and thick glasses to realize what a wonderful man you are! How can I ever make it up to you?”
Fred grinned and encircled his fist around his long, thick, hard manhood. Susan instantly encircled her own fist around Fred’s wonderful hard cock, too, and together they guided his enormousness into her tight, warm, wet, inviting, lustfully contracting, hungrily trembling pussy. As soon as his enormous cock head pushed its way past her welcoming pussy lips, she completely lost it, wriggling, moaning, purring happily, squeezing her pussy tighter and tighter around him to draw him down in deeper, as he thrusted and throbbed his way further and further down into her. “Oh, I’m the luckiest woman alive tonight!” she moaned. “Fuck me, my love! Fuck me like you’ve never fucked a pussy before! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow! Fuck me with all of your big, hard cock”
“I’ll do better than that! I’ll fuck you with all of my cock all right, but I’ll also fuck you with all of the love for you that fills my heart and soul!”
“Oh, YES!” she cried out. “Show me how very much you love me! Yes, yes, YES! Ohhhhh! Love me with your big, hard, plunging, cock, driving so deeply down into me! Cram me, stuff my pussy all full of your big, hard, beautiful 8-inch cock! Mmmmmm! Drive me crazy with you deep, powerful, loving thrusts. Fuck me, baby! Love me, my darling! Make me feel like the luckiest, most loved woman on earth! And when you do, my trembling, contracting pussy will show you just how very much I genuinely love you! YYYYESSSS!”
Fred slipped and slid and thrusted and throbbed his way down into Susan so slowly, so gently, so lovingly, until his balls were pressed up hard against her pussy lips. She had never before felt a cock so thick, a cock that stretched her pussy open so wide around a man before. And he had plunged his way down into depths so deep that no man had ever come close to touching before, depths not only of her tight, pretty, sexy little love cavern, but touching into the deepest depths of her very soul now.
“You have the prettiest, and the tightest, hottest and sexiest, cutest little pussy I’ve ever seen!” Fred moaned adoringly as he thrusted his way deeper and deeper into her. “I could gladly, happily spend the rest of eternity doing nothing else but eating and fucking your wonderful little pussy! I no longer want, I no longer need, any other pussy but yours, my love!”
“Oh, Fred!” Susan gushed happily and lovingly, as Fred’s thick, hard, thrusting, throbbing, deeply-buried love muscle lovingly and happily gushed more and more of his thick, warm spunk deep, deep, deep down into every flowery fold of her hot, tight little pussy. His wonderful love cream melted deeply into her, the same way warm butter melts into every nook and cranny of a freshly-toasted English muffin. “You just get more and more wonderful by the minute, Fred my love!”
Breathing heavily, purring and sighing contentedly, moaning lustily, she continued, “First I find out you’re the most generous, caring, loving man I’ve ever met. Next I discover that you not only possess a highly-skilled tongue, but that you genuinely and thoroughly enjoy eating pussy, and you happen to be exceedingly good at it. Then on top of all that, I find you have an incredible eight inches of hard, thick, wonderfully loving cock to feed my starving little tight pussy! Then I find you know exactly how to use that massive cock of yours to completely cram and stuff and fill my hungry pussy so wonderfully, so lovingly, making me feel so damned good inside, so loved, so desired, so very, very lucky! To top it all off, you tell me I’m the only woman you want to eat out, and the only woman you want to fuck, ever again, from now until the end of all eternity! How is it possible that such a perfect man like you even exists? And how am I lucky enough to have you? How do I even deserve you? And most importantly, tell me how can I get you to fuck me like this every night, for the rest of my life?”
In Susan’s adoring eyes, in her heart, in her soul, this was love. This was lust. This was desire and passion. This was finding that one true soulmate you thought you’d never find, and now that you’ve found him, you never, ever want to let him go. This was all those things rolled up into one wonderful man, her all and her everything, and so much more than even that!
And my lord how he could and did love her! How amazing and wonderful his rapidly-throbbing, deeply thrusting cock felt in her! In fact, mere words like amazing and wonderful now seemed so completely inadequate to describe the physical, emotional, and spiritual sensation this man was filling her body, mind, heart, and soul with now as he fucked her harder and harder, deeper and deeper, faster and faster…and left her still wanting more, still needing more, so much more, so very much more.
She wanted to spend her whole life exactly like this, from now until the end of forever, loving and being loved in precisely this way, every minute of every day of every year of every century throughout eternity, fucking her man so hungrily, and being fucked by him so powerfully. Nothing else in life mattered any more, nothing else in life had any meaning. Fucking Fred, and being fucked by him, was life now, was her life, the only life she wanted and needed any more.
And then it hit her. The most amazing and powerful orgasm she had ever experienced in her whole life! It started out as a slight tingling in her toes. A gentle ringing in her ears. Her eyes started to get all teary, in a greater ecstasy, a more joyous rapture, than any religious hallelujah that any preacher has ever described. Her breathing became rapid and irregular. Her bosom heaved up and down with passionate excitement. Her nipples hardened, harder than they had ever been before. Her ribs began to tickle, then to ache. Her ankles began to sweat, her hips began to shimmy and shake uncontrollably. From somewhere deep inside her very soul, an uncontrolled, uncontrollable, and ever louder series of moans began to escape her mouth. Her thighs tingled and trembled. And then her pussy contracted and contracted and contracted around Fred’s long, thick, hard, throbbing, thrusting, deeply driving cock. She let out a wail of pure passion, of total love, of unimagined love and unimaginable desire for this wonderful man who was now so sweetly, so deeply, so powerfully, so relentlessly fucking her over and over and over again. Her trembling, quivering, extremely horny, extremely tight little pussy began to squish louder and louder in desire and pleasure.
And finally the dam burst! Thick, warm juices flowed rapidly and endlessly from her pussy walls, exploded from her quivering, throbbing clit, seeped and oozed from her soft, spongy G-spot. She was thoroughly soaking her loving man’s deeply-buried hard cock, drenching his wonderfully muscular thighs, flooding his belly button with the rapidly-flowing and endlessly oozing liquid expression of her love and desire for him. She couldn’t have stopped coming now if she wanted to, and she most certainly did not want to stop coming and coming and coming and coming! She didn’t want to ever stop coming all over her wonderful, loving, horny, hard-cocked man, her lover, the man of her dreams, the man too good for her to ever dared to dream of before, her soulmate. The man she wanted and needed to spend the rest of her life, several lifetimes, several eternities with now.
Fred had never felt anything half so wonderful in all his life, as Susan’s already super-tight pussy contracted and contracted, forming the most amazingly tight seal, spasming tighter and tighter around his pulsing, throbbing, deeply-thrusting hard-on. Her whole luscious, curvaceous naked body trembled and shuddered as she soaked his cock in one powerful explosive burst, then oozed still more pussy juice out onto his thighs, then exploded another gallon or two of her sweet nectar down onto his balls, then oozed still more female love juice out onto his belly. He had never been able to hold back his own orgasm this long before, and finally he just had to let it go. His massively thick, hard cock finally burst forth, depositing burst after explosive burst of his hot sticky seed deeper down into her than any man had ever reached before.
“Wow!” she cooed, drained but joyously happy. “No man has ever shoved his cock that deep down inside of me before. It felt amazing! In a way, you just took my virginity, since you’re the first man to reach such depths inside of me.”
“I don’t think society determines virginity based on how far down a cock reached inside of you!” Fred laughed. “Besides, I already told you, I don’t care how many men fucked you before me, as long as I’m the only man you fuck from now on!”
Susan grew quite introspective, examining everything she was feeling right now. “You told me earlier that I wasn’t ready before to be loved like this. And you were right! I was never before ready to open myself to a man body, mind, and soul this fully, this completely before. To let myself be trusting and completely vulnerable like I’ve been with you tonight. I’ve let myself experience more than my fair share of fucking over the years, and most of the time I’ve thoroughly enjoyed it, but I’ve opened myself up to very damned little loving, until tonight.
“But now that I’ve experienced what it’s like to be so loved, and so in love,” Susan continued, “my heart and my soul could definitely stand to be loved like this a whole hell of lot more! Not to mention that my pussy could definitely stand to be fucked this lovingly, this deeply, this powerfully, every night! In fact, I no longer want to let even one more night of my life pass me by without being so completely, so thoroughly fucked like this! And Fred, my love, now you’re the only man I want to fuck, ever again. You touched places in me that I never thought any man would ever reach, baby! Not just places in my body, but places in my soul! And now I just want to fuck you, I want to fuck you every day, several times a day, for the rest of my life.”
Susan paused and smiled lovingly at Fred, gazing deeply and soulfully into his eyes. “If that’s OK with you, darling?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my angel, my love. I want to devote my every waking moment from now on to loving you like this, to fucking your sweet, tight, hot, damp little pussy as deeply, as powerfully as I just did! But you know,” Fred laughed, “Given your office reputation, I never thought it would turn out I have more sexual experience than you do!”
“You mean you’ve fucked more than five pussies, Fred? Because I told you, I’ve had five cocks in me. Well, six counting yours.”
“Well, no. I told you I make love with a woman only if I really and truly care about her. You are only the third pussy my cock has ever slipped into.”
“Then how do you have more experience than me?”
“Because, my dear, I’ve eaten seven other pussies before yours. Sometimes I think I’d rather eat a pussy than fuck one!” Fred paused and grinned. “Well, until I met you. You’re the first woman whose pussy feels even better wrapped so very tightly around my cock, than it feels exploding thick, tasty juices onto my face!”
“It’s funny, you have almost the opposite effect on me, baby. I’ve never really enjoyed sucking on a cock before. But in your case, I’d almost rather suck on your cock than ride it! You hard cock…and your sweet come…both taste ssoooo delicious in my mouth. I just can’t get enough of you! In fact…”
She leaned down over Fred and hungrily gobbled down all of his shaft and what seemed like more than half of his balls, until her crammed mouth was simply stuffed too full of the man she loves for her to say another word. Fred was breathing so heavily now that he thought he would die for lack of oxygen. His excited heart beat so loudly in his chest that Susan feared his heart would burst.
Fred thrust his muscular thighs powerfully upward as Susan’s lips closed downward over more and more of his manhood. He shook, he shuddered, and then he exploded.
“Mmmmm!” Susan gulped and swallowed, swallowed and gulped, and sucked still more, sucked still harder, more powerfully, sucked with even more determination to drain every last drop out of him and send it sliding so sweetly down her throat. “God! Oh god! I don’t know which tastes better: your hard, throbbing cock or your hot, sticky seed! They’re both so delicious! Ohhh! My mouth can’t get enough of you tonight! Just can’t get enough of sucking on my man!”
“With your skill as a fellatrix, I take it mine’s not the first cock you’ve ever sucked!” Fred groaned as his swollen balls fired round two, and then round three, up through his hard cock and splattering explosively against the back of her throat.
“That’s true!” she smiled. “I’ve had a cock or three down my throat before. But never one as thick and as hard and as absolutely delicious as yours! And yours is the first cock I’ve ever truly enjoyed sucking!”
“And why is that?”
“Hmmm! Well, because tonight, for the first time, I’m sucking a cock, not just to please the guy I’m with, but to please me, too!”
“But why does sucking my cock please you, when no other cock before mine has brought pleasure to your mouth?”
Susan was dumbfounded, one of those “aha!” moments, like a religious epiphany. “That’s an easy answer!” she grinned as Fred’s thick, warm spunk dribbled out the corner of her happy, smiling mouth. “Because I love you!”
“And because you know I love you! Completely, unconditionally, and without hesitation or reservation, I love you! I want the whole world to know how very much I love you!”
“I get it!” Susan smiled brightly. “I finally get it! I enjoy sucking your cock so much, because I love you so much! And the way you come so powerfully, explosively, and uncontrollably down my throat just proves how much you love me!”
“As does the way you suck down my cock so hungrily, stuff your mouth full of me so greedily, your moans of genuine enjoyment proving how much you truly love me!”
“I just wish I had saved my virginity for you, honey. Because everything before you was just sex, just a physical reaction of my body. The love, the emotional and spiritual connection between us has elevated sexual enjoyment a million times to the millionth power.”
“I know. I wish I’d never fucked those two previous women. I thought I loved them or I’d never have taken either of them to bed. But I didn’t really know what love is until I met you! I can’t even remember their faces or what their pussies felt like now. All I can remember, all I can even think about, is the wonder of the physical, emotional, and spiritual connection with you as your pussy practically squeezed the life out of my hard cock, making me want to fuck you all the harder, all the faster, all the deeper…I didn’t even think about or care that neither of us were virgins, because the extreme and intense level of connection between us, a connection on all levels, on every level that humans can connect with each other, was virginal territory for us both!”
“You know,” Susan smiled brightly, “There’s one place where I’m still a virgin.”
She rolled over face down, and thrust her luscious round booty high up in the air, toward Fred’s adoring face. He kissed all over her soft but firm round ass cheeks. He placed his left palm on her left butt cheek, and his right palm on the right side of her gorgeous, luscious ass. Then he used his hands to slowly spread her sexy ass cheeks apart. He let the long, thin middle finger of his right hand dip into her freshly-fucked pussy, which helpfully oozed about a gallon of their thoroughly-blended juices out onto his hand. He then spread the thick, still-warm natural lubricant deep into her anus.
Susan eagerly reached down between her wide-spread thighs and her held-open ass, to encircle her dainty fist around Fred’s raging hard-on. She helpfully guided him between her trembling butt cheeks and down into her virginal and now well-lubricated anus. Fred’s powerfully muscular thighs drove him further and further forward, deeper and deeper down into her eager-to-be-fucked ass, as she loudly moaned her lusty encouragement.
Suddenly, Susan clenched her ass very tight around his hard, thrusting cock. She reached down and grasped Fred’s wrist, pushing two of his fingers deep down into her trembling, contracting pussy. She bucked her ass high up off the bed, and then collapsed down into the mattress. She placed a hand behind her, up on Fred’s naked ass, and pushed his butt down hard, sending his thick, hard cock driving deep and fast into her ass. Her pussy contracted even tighter, and then tighter still, around his two exploring fingers. That did it! Fred couldn’t hold out even one second longer now! Fred shoved his whole hard cock very deep into Susan, practically ripping her no-longer-virginal anus to shreds as he powerfully exploded burst after loving, lustful burst deep into her ass.
And then Susan’s highly satisfied body simply went completely limp, as she almost instantly fell into a peaceful sleep, the sleep of a happy, sexually-fulfilled woman who is deeply and completely in love. A soft hiss of air escaped her lips in a gentle snore: “Pooooooh! Pooooooh!”
Her lovely, luscious ass cheeks were still clenched too tightly around Fred’s cock for his to pull out of her ass, so he just let himself collapse on top of her, happy, joyously contented, falling asleep with the certain knowledge that he, too, was deeply and completely in love now. The world was a wonderfully happy, magical place now, because Susan was sharing the world, sharing life, with him and only him now.
As they slept a peaceful slept and dreamt of each other, from time to time Fred’s cock would gently throb deep inside her firm and luscious ass, and Susan’s soft, round ass cheeks would clench tighter and still tighter around the cock of the man she loves with all of her body, mind, heart, and soul.
Susan awoke at dawn. Was that happy little song coming from the birds outside the window, or from her heart? She looked over at that naked man named Fred and smiled. She couldn’t remember if or when she had ever been this happy!
“You know,” she purred happily, joyously. “I’ve heard that the second date is too soon for sex, it means you are acting from lust and not from love. And the fourth date is too late, it means there isn’t enough trust in each other or desire for each other. But if you make love on your third date, like we just did, your relationship will last forever.”
“I’ve heard that, too!” Fred smiled, his sparkling eyes expressing the joy and love that now filled his heart. “Do you think it’s true?”
“I certainly hope so!” Susan moaned softly. “Because I want to spend the rest of my life making love with you!”
But mother nature now intruded on her bliss, for she suddenly, urgently, desperately needed to pee. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she stumbled her way into Fred’s bathroom.
When she returned to the bedroom, Fred smiled at her. “Come back to bed, baby. Come back into my arms.”
“Mmmmmm!” Susan happily agreed. “I want your strong, loving arms wrapped around me.” She slipped under the sheet, then slipped her naked body down onto Fred’s lovingly encircling arm, resting her head on his chest and her hand on his spent but still semi-hard cock. “Mmmmm!” Susan purred again. “I could lie in your arms like this forever!”
There was a long pause before Susan spoke again. “Fred?”
“Yes, my love?”
“I’ve never known a bachelor to have as big a bathtub as you have.”
“It came with the house. But I have to confess, I do love taking long, relaxing bubble baths in it.”
“What do you think about when you’re alone and relaxing in that tub?”
“Well…” Fred pondered. “For instance, when I got home after our very first date, I just lay back and stroked myself, imagining my hand was your pussy slowly descending over me.”
“That’s amazing, Fred! Because when I got home from our first date, I too took a bubble bath, and imagined that my exploring fingers were your big, hard cock descending down through the soapy water and then plunging down into me!”
“Sounds like you and I have the same fantasy!” Fred grinned.
“Ready to turn that fantasy into reality, my love?” Susan’s eyes sparkled mischievously.
Practically leaping up out of the bed, they lovingly clasped hands and raced together into the bathroom. Fred started the bathwater as Susan poured the bubble bath in.
“You get in first, darling,” Susan cooed. “I want to get in on top of you and slowly slip myself down over you. Just like you and I have both daydreamed about doing.”
Fred slipped himself into the big bath tub full of warm, sudsy water. Susan leaned over him, holding a soapy wash cloth, and lovingly washed his neck, then his chest, moving downward, slowly but steadily downward, toward the object of her lusty desire. She had intended to rub him into hardness, but she was pleasantly surprised to discover that his cock was already extremely hard and thick under the soap suds.
She once more leaned over Fred, and once more hungrily devoured his cock with her lips, tongue, teeth, and throat. Until she once more felt that familiar and highly enjoyable eruption of his come powerfully splattering against the back of her throat. Once more, she hungrily, lovingly gulped and gulped his rapidly spewing juices, savoring the taste as she swallowed down every precious, delightful drop.
Now she climbed into the tub on top of him. She encircled her left hand around his massive hard-on, and he used his right hand to helpfully bend his cock upward until it pointed straight up out of the water, like a submarine’s periscope. She lovingly rocked the outside of her pussy along the whole length of his shaft several times before allowing herself to slowly descend over him. Fred began to slowly raise his naked body up out of the water. The combination of watching his handsome nakedness emerging more and more into view above the soap suds, and the feeling of his hard cock thrusting higher and higher up into her descending pussy, felt more amazing and wonderful than she had ever known was possible. Mere words could not describe the physical, emotional, and spiritual sensation washing over her tingling body and coursing through her veins as they thoroughly enjoyed each other in the tub.
“Mmmm!” Susan purred ecstatically. “I love making love with you. I love that you don’t make love to me, you make love with me!”
“I think it’s funny that they call it making love!” Fred moaned as he thrust himself up even higher into Susan. “With previous girlfriends, I suppose it was ‘making’ love, trying to find love in the physical interaction where none existed in the mental or emotional or spiritual realms. With you, though, I don’t feel that we’re making love. We’re physically expressing the love we already have for each other mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.”
“I think you’re right, darling. This is an expression of the love we already feel for each other! It’s just that the five guys before you expressed themselves like the chattering of a chimp. While you express your love for me with the eloquence of a Shakespeare. That’s it, darling! You’re the Shakespeare of fucking!”
“And if cock-sucking were an Olympic event,” Fred grinned, “you’d win the bronze, the silver, and the gold, all at the same time! They could just send all the rest of the contestants home!”
“Me? Well, baby, if eating pussy were the Academy Awards, you would be the only nominee for best actor, best director, and best producer!”
“God I want to come so deep in your pussy right now!”
“Uh-UH!” Susan pouted. “No!”
“You don’t want me to come in your pussy?”
“Not like this!” Susan purred. She turned around and presented her luscious ass to his cock. “Take my pussy from behind, baby!”
Fred grasped her hips and powerfully slammed her ass and her pussy down over himself.
“Ohhhh!” she moaned, contracting her pussy so tightly around him that he could neither thrust deeper nor withdraw. Trembling from head to toe, she oozed burst and after excited burst of sweet pussy nectar down along his cock, which she greedily held locked so tightly and so deeply inside of her now. Her milking, flexing pussy muscles drew him deeper and still deeper up into her now, as she exploded in a second shuddering, head-to-toe orgasm, and then a third. He waited for her heavy breathing to settle into panting gasps of pleasure, her pussy muscles relaxing just enough for him to drive his cock up into her all the way up to his balls. And then he let himself explode inside of her. Deeply, powerfully, hotly, explosively…and repeatedly!
She wriggled her pussy and her butt over him. She grasped his cock on its out stroke, bending the shaft just enough to move it out of her pussy and into her anus. Then she sat down hard on his thighs, sending his still-hard cock plunging fast and deep up into her tightly-grasping anus.
“Oh, YES!” she screamed. “Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the ASS! Yes! YYYYESSS! Oh, I love it! I love you! Oh, YES!” Her heavy, overly excited breathing made her speech slow and difficult now. “Fuck…me… in…the…ASS!”
Fred surprised himself now with how explosively he was still able to come, after all their fucking and sucking. Susan was surprised at how deeply he pumped into her ass, and how much spunk he injected into her.
“I’m not going to wash my ass for at least three days now!” Susan purred happily. “I want all of that wonderful spunk to stay deep in my ass for as long as I can, baby! It feels so good to feel and to know that I have an ass so full of your liquid love, baby!”
For the longest time, she simply sat on his cock and thighs in the soapy bath water, reveling in the sensation as his thick, warm spunk slowly oozed out of her freshly-fucked pussy, streamed out of her no longer virginal ass, and dribbled out the corners of her mouth, where she had been so hungrily sucking on him only moments before.
Eventually, the bath water began to cool, and they both had to get out of the tub. They each wrapped a big bath towel around each other and slowly, lovingly, erotically toweled each other dry.
“So,” Susan smiled salaciously. “What other fantasies can we explore together?”
Fred spoke not a word. He held Susan’s hand and led her to his study, his eyes sparkling with love and lust, his mysterious half-smile promising her another sexual adventure she wouldn’t soon forget.
With one sweep of his hand, he brushed all the papers off his desk onto the floor. He lifted Susan higher and higher in his powerful arms, kissing her mouth, kissing inside her cleavage, and then kissing the front of her towel squarely between her thighs. He gently laid her flat on her back on top of his desk, and he deftly removed the towel from around her luscious naked body.
“You’re a secretary. Did you ever fantasize about making love on top of your boss’s desk? He comes in the next morning and finds his papers all wet and sticky?”
“No!” she laughed. “I never met a man I thought of in that way before. Until you! And now the only man I want fucking me on a desktop is you, Fred!”
He then quickly removed his own towel before climbing up on the desk on top of her. She quickly, eagerly, lovingly wrapped her arms and legs around him, quickly, eagerly, hungrily, and impatiently pulling him down on top of her. She begged him to “Fuck me deep. Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Faster, baby, faster!” as Fred plunged and slammed and throbbed and thrusted and twisted his horniness deep and fast in and out of her.
“Fuck me!” she moaned, digging her feet tightly and eagerly into his ass to push him deeper and still deeper into her hot, wet, eager pussy. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster! Faster! Oh, yes, fuck me! YYYYESSSS!”
For the first time all night, Fred couldn’t hold off this time and wait for Susan to come first. “If I don’t come soon, I think I’ll just about die!” he groaned.
“Don’t wait for me, baby! Come whenever you want to, whenever you need to!”
Fred’s cock pulsed and throbbed as it thrust still deeper, still faster down into her. He let out a loud groan of pure pleasure and desire as his cock powerfully exploded into her once, twice, three times in quick succession. As she felt his thick, loving, wonderfully hard cock pulse in preparation for an unprecedented fourth orgasm, she beat him to the punch this time, as her trembling, contracting pussy shuddered into explosive, oozing orgasm. Her first orgasm triggered Fred’s fourth, but before Fred could even finish depositing his fourth burst of come so very deep down into her, her tightly, hungrily grasping pussy fired off her second orgasm, and then her third.
Fred’s cock and balls had no more come left to feed her starving pussy, but he remained hard and throbbing, deeply buried inside her. His slow, gentle throbbing now was enough to trigger Susan’s fourth orgasm, and then a fifth that started before her fourth even finished.
That fifth and final orgasm erupted from both her clit and her G-spot at the same time. She had experienced both clitoral and G-spot orgasms before, but never both at the same time like that! This powerful burst of orgasm, erupting from everywhere inside of her all at the same time, convinced her all the more—as if she even needed further convincing—that she loves this man deeply and completely, that she wants to spend every moment of the rest of her life with him.
The grasping tightness of her pussy, and the fact that she had so willingly and eagerly fulfilled his lifelong fantasy of making love on top of his desk, the eagerness with which her contracting pussy grasped him as she fulfilled his fantasy, just made Fred more certain than ever how much he loves her, that she is the one, the right one, the woman he wanted to spend every day and every night with, for the rest of his life. Every contraction of her pussy, every burst of her pussy juice, every shudder of her naked body, every soft moan of desire and contentment, expressed not only her lust for him, but her deep and abiding love for him.
Susan felt the same love expressed toward her, in Fred’s every throbbing explosion deep inside of her.
Had ever a man and a woman loved each other so very much? Had ever the earth brought forth two more perfectly matched soulmates?
They returned to bed, where they lovingly licked all the pools and puddles of come off each other’s naked bodies before cuddling up in each other’s arms.
“Would you be my boyfriend?” her eyes sparkled.
“I already am!” he grinned. “And you’re my girlfriend! But we’re more than that! We’re already so much more than that! We’re…we’re…lovers!”
“We’re more than even than that, baby! We’re soulmates!”
“Yes, soulmates!” Fred eagerly agreed. “That’s the perfect word for it: soulmates!”
“I can’t stand the thought that we can’t be together like this every night!” Susan pouted.
“Me either. I love you too much to ever let you go.” Fred looked sad. Then his face brightened. “Why don’t you move in with me?”
Susan threw her arms around Fred and kissed him hard, passionately on the mouth. “Oh, Fred do you mean it? Do you really mean it? You’re not just teasing me, are you?”
“If I ever have to spend even one night without you, I think my soul would die inside of me. So move in with me…please?”
“Oh that would just be too wonderful for words!” Susan eagerly kissed him about ten more times.
“So you’ll do it. You’ll live with me?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh, hell yes! Oh, Fred, you’ve made me the happiest woman alive!”
“And you just made me the happiest man alive!” Fred kissed her mouth, nose, eyelids, her mouth again, then her cleavage, then her soft breasts, her wide areolas, and her hard, proudly-jutting nipples.
“Easy there, Romeo!” she laughed. “I’m tired. Let’s get some sleep.” Susan turned on her side, presenting her luscious round ass to her man. Fred turned on his side behind her, spoon fashion. Susan reached around behind her, gently and lovingly guiding his cock into her ass. “There! Now I’ll be able to sleep comfortably, peacefully. As long as I have your big, hard cock deep in my ass, I know I’m going to be all right, that life is wonderful, life is beautiful, and I can sleep peacefully, calmly, with no worries, not a care in the world.”
Fred helped Susan move in the very next day. From that day forward, they just about never wore clothing when home alone together…except for an occasional skimpy, sexy G-string to entice and seduce each other.
Fred would sometimes awaken in the middle of the night. Seeing the beautiful, sexy, and completely naked Susan lying beside him, his come glistening on her pussy, her thighs, her breasts, her ass, and her mouth, his heart would fill with so much love for her. Then he would notice her pussy juices on his mouth, his nose, his chest, his cock, his balls, and his thighs, and he would feel so happy and so at peace, that he would always be able to quickly fall asleep again.
One night several weeks after Susan moved in with him, when he awoke and looked over at his beloved, Fred noticed that Susan was awake, too.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Fred asked solicitously. “Can’t you sleep?”
“Oh, Fred, you’ve got me so spoiled now! I can’t sleep anymore unless I feel your wonderful hard cock gently throbbing deep in my ass!”
Fred’s face took on an impish grin as he laughed, “We can remedy that!” He turned Susan on her side, facing away from him. His palm spread her soft but firm, round ass cheeks apart, as his encircling hand gently guided his big, thick, hard cock up her tiny, tightly-puckered anus. When he felt his balls pressed up against her firm, full, round, luscious ass cheeks, he stopped and simply stayed buried deep up inside of her ass like that. His arm encircled her waist, his hand cupped her breast, and his thumb and forefinger gently pinched and rubbed her big, hard, nipple.
“Mmmmmmm!” Susan purred. “That’s better! Much better!” And as Fred’s big, beautiful, hard cock gently throbbed deep in her ass, Susan fell into a deep, contented, restful, peaceful sleep, dreaming of ten million more nights like this, loving and fucking and sucking and cuddling through all eternity with the man she loves with all of her heart, body, mind, and soul.
Fred slipped a finger, then two, into Susan’s warm, moist, tight, inviting, pretty little pussy, reveling in the feel of her moisture and the soft squishing sounds of her excitedly contracting pussy. He loved that he could excite her even in her deep, restful sleep. But most of all, he loved her: her luscious, sexy, naked body of course. But also her generosity of spirit, her warmth and compassion for others, her friendly and charming smile. And he loved that she loves him every bit as much as he loves her. As Susan’s warm, moist pussy gently contracted around his two exploring fingers, as her ass cheeks lovingly closed in around his cock, Fred also fell into a gentle, restful sleep, the sleep of a man whose world and whose life was absolutely perfect now, a man so deeply and completely and happily in love…in love now and forever.
The couple came to have their own sexual signals now, a unique coded language all their own. When he grew hungry to eat her pussy, he would simply smile and say “apricot,” a reminder of the sexually suggestive way he had licked at and then eaten that vagina-shaped apricot slice on their first date. Just as often, Susan would turn to Fred and grin, “shrimp,” a reminder of how she loved to suck on shrimp almost as much as she loved to suck on Fred’s cock. Sometimes she would say “caramel apple,” meaning she wanted to lie behind him spoon-fashion and coat his apple-shaped ass with the sweet caramel flowing from her always-horny pussy. If either of them said quote-unquote, it meant they wanted to 69 (face each other like quote and unquote marks). If she said banana, it meant her wet, horny pussy was hungry for his banana. If he said banana, it meant he was horny as hell and eager to slip his banana into her.
In private, of course, Susan and Fred were free to be much more explicit with each other. Susan would often moan such wonderfully sexy things as “My pussy is your baby, and it’s time that you feed her!” Or “Can daddy [meaning Fred’s cock] come inside and play with his baby [meaning Susan’s pussy]?” Or the simple and ever popular “Bang my walls!” or “Oh, I want your cock! I need your hard cock!” No room to misinterpret her meaning with a simple and direct statement like that!
Sometimes, she would just stare so lovingly at Fred’s pulsating hard-on and exclaim with joyous disbelief, “Is all of that big, beautiful, hard cock really just for me?” To which Fred would happily reply in his deep sexy baritone voice. “All yours, baby! Only yours” as he would slowly, wonderfully, so very lovingly stuff his thickness deep, deep, deep down into her quivering tightness.
She would even knock on a wall with her fist, in private or in public, to signal “I want you to bang my walls,” meaning fuck me mercilessly hard, right now!
Whenever Susan whispered to Fred “let’s play footsie,” she didn’t mean the traditional lover’s game of kicking off their shoes and rubbing their feet against each other under the dining table. No, their game of footsie involved Fred wriggling his pinky-toe deep inside her pussy, as his big toe mercilessly applied so much loving pressure against her hot, horny, quivering clit. Susan would almost always return the favor, gently and lovingly rubbing the heel of her foot up and down his enormous shaft, or rolling his hard cock between both of her ankles.
But the cutest, sexiest thing Susan would say to Fred was when she would turn to him, grin, and playfully whisper “Arf! Arf!” meaning she wanted and needed him to fuck her always cock-hungry pussy from behind, to do her doggy style. When he would love her pussy so deeply and powerfully from behind like that, he delighted in watching his achingly-hard love rod disappear between her luscious round ass cheeks on its way in and out of her tight, wet, hungry little pussy. Susan, too, would often peer back over her shoulder to enjoy this thrillingly sexy sight. In this position, they were so in tune with each other, with each other’s wants and needs and desires, with each other’s rhythm, that they would almost always reach simultaneous orgasm. At such times, in her post-orgasmic after-glow, a powerful love, lust, desire, and fulfillment would fill her pussy, fill her heart, fill her soul, and she would happily and playfully whisper “Woof!” like a happy little puppy dog. Fred’s spent but still semi-hard cock would then happily wag like a puppy’s tail, deep inside her pussy and her ass.
At these private signals, if they were out in public, they would tow each other by the hand to the nearest secluded place they could find nearby—a park, an empty elevator, a bathroom stall, it didn’t matter. Right there and then, they would take very good care of each other in the suggested way, with an intense, hungry passion. They simply could never get enough of each other! But no matter what sexual antics they started the night with, always, before Fred and Susan would go to sleep, Fred would lovingly slip his hard cock deeply into Susan’s luscious round ass, and she would purr contentedly at the feel of his rhythmic throbbing completely filling her tightly-crammed, cock-stuffed anus, before they both drifted off to sleep. Now neither of them could sleep without first performing this nightly anal-sex ritual.
They didn’t even need to come in that position. Susan just needed the comforting feeling of Fred’s hard cock stuffed so deeply up her ass. And Fred just needed the loving reassurance of feeling Susan’s curvaceously sexy butt clenched so tightly around his thick, throbbing cock. Neither of them could get a deep, restful night’s sleep any other way now.
Fred and Susan proved to be very generous lovers with each other. They often preferred to see to the other’s pleasure ahead of their own. One of Fred’s favorite things to do for Susan, and one she enjoyed very much, was the Venus Butterfly. His palm would lightly tickle her thick, dark, curly pussy fur, neatly trimmed into a triangle that pointed the way to paradise. His middle finger would slip in and out of her, exploring her moist, dewy inner walls. His index finger would gently massage her G-spot into the most urgent horniness. His ring finger would slide into her tightly-puckered ass as his pinkie finger stroked the delicate and very sexy crease where her luscious round booty met the tops of her legs. Best of all, his thumb would press and swirl into her throbbing clit, gradually applying more and more pressure and moving faster and faster over her.
Sometimes he would follow-up the Venus Butterfly by pressing his adoring face squarely between her soft, supple thighs. He would simple gaze in awe and deep admiration at the pink depths of her pretty little pussy for a moment or two, before licking slow circles around the outer edges of her dewy lips. He would lick at her moist inner walls, then up along her G-spot, and finally outward along her throbbing, horny little clit. He would suck her clit up past his lips and teeth to hungrily lick her in his mouth, and then gently nibble at her clit with his teeth. Moments like this were always a feast for all of Fred’s senses: the sight of Susan’s sexy nakedness squirming and shuddering on his face in uncontrolled and uncontrollable desire. The sound of her panting, heavy breaths, of her ever louder moaning, and of the ever louder excited smacking and squishing noises emanating from deep within her pussy. The delightfully feminine scent of her juicing up toward orgasm. The feel of her quivering, contracting pussy, of her pulsing and throbbing little clit, right against his face. And finally, the delectable and delightful taste as she flooded his mouth with burst after burst of her sweet, tangy pussy nectar.
For her part, Susan always thoroughly enjoyed pleasuring Fred in what was obviously his favorite way, and produced the best response from him. She was so proud, so happy, that her free, open, and generous sexuality could and did affect her man so strongly. She would start with kisses, licks, and soft, gentle nibbles on his chest. His nipples, although small, were very sensitive and could get extremely hard given the right loving attention. She would slowly move her loving kisses and licks and gentle nibbles down over his ribs, over his belly, into his navel, across his thighs, all over his balls, and then gradually kissing and licking her way up his long, thick, hard, throbbing cock before slipping her mouth around his hard-on and gradually sucking him through her mouth and down into her throat. By that time, Fred would be so excited that it would take only 5 or 6 powerful sucks down her throat to get him to explode his delicious cream onto her tongue, his warm come eventually sliding so thickly and wonderfully down her throat.
If he remained horny even after all of that, which he often did, Susan would straddle Fred’s thighs, rocking the outside of her horny pussy back and forth, forward and back, along the whole length of his massive cock. She would then gradually sink her trembling, quivering, contracting pussy down over his skyward-pointing manhood until his balls pressed up tightly against her trembling lips. “Oh, YES!” she would moan. “Stuff me so full of your big, hard cock!” No man had ever filled the depth and the width of her pussy so fully, so completely, as Fred did, and now she could never get enough of that deeply-satisfying feeling of being crammed completely full, her tightly-stuffed pussy overflowing with the length and thickness of her delightfully hard, wonderfully-throbbing man…her man, hers and hers alone!
From her perch seated upright atop Fred’s thighs, Susan loved to look down and watch her contracting pussy swallow up more and more of her man’s big, hard cock as she rode him with wild abandon. But sometimes she would just tilt her head back and moan with the pure pleasure of being crammed so full of the man she loves, as he not only filled her trembling body with his throbbing hard-on, but also filled her heart and soul with his deep, abiding, unconditional love for her.
Fred loved to lie back and watch his big, thick cock disappear up into his beloved. Usually he was content to let Susan completely take charge as she hungrily, eagerly rode him, he was content to feel how much she loves him and wants him. But sometimes he would place his hands on her hips to control the pace at which he wanted her to ride him. At times, he would sit up and kiss and lick his way around her enormous breasts that bounced so enticingly, so invitingly as she rode up and down over him. He loved how wide and how sensitive her areolas were to his mouth, and how long and proud and hard her nipples would grow as he hungrily, lovingly sucked and nibbled on them.
Sometimes, from sitting up straight astride him to ride him, Susan would collapse on top of Fred, entwining her legs around his, and hungrily nibbling on his chest as she continued to slip her pussy up and down along his thick, hard shaft from above, and he continued to thrust himself powerfully in and out of her from below.
These were the moments, these lusty and loving times together, that made even the most miserably crappy days at work, the most stressful days in their lives, somehow seem all worth it. Just being in each other’s arms, just holding and loving each other, washed away the hurts and the stresses of the day, of their lives, and made life seem more than just worthwhile, but beautiful, spectacular, glorious!
Yes, Fred and Susan were happier than they had ever been before in their lives, now that they were living and loving together every day and every night. And yet, somehow, even that was not enough for either of them. And that’s how it happened that one day, as they were playing their favorite game of people-watching at the mall, Fred quickly and unexpectedly whisked Susan into a jewelry store.
“I saw this perfect ring in here the other day,” Fred grinned, pointing at a sparkling diamond in an antique-style gold setting. “How would you like to wear that ring on your finger every day for the rest of your life, baby?”
“Oh, Fred!” she gushed ecstatically. “Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?”
Fred sank down on one knee in front of Susan, right there in the jewelry store. “Will you marry me, my angel? Will you let me treat you as my bride, live with me the rest of your life, live every day like we’re first-time lovers, even when we’re 100 years old?”
Susan excitedly threw her arms around Fred’s neck and kissed him with a fierce, passionate hunger. “Yes. Kiss! Yes! To everything you just asked! Yes, yes, YES! Kiss-kiss-KISS! I will marry you! Yes, I will be your bride every day of our lives. Kiss! Yes, I will make mad passionate love with you every day, even when we’re 100 years old! Yes, yes, YES!”
Grinning mysteriously, Susan gazed admiringly, appreciatively at the beautiful ring Fred had slipped onto her finger. She then hurriedly towed him along behind her.
“Where are we going?” Fred asked, bewildered.
“You’ll see, my love,” she laughed merrily, lustily, seductively.
She tugged him by his arm past freight elevators and loading docks, into a dimly-lighted, secluded corner of the mall, where few people, if any, ever go.
“I especially want to get started,” Susan grinned, “on that part about making mad, passionate love with you every day for the rest of our lives,” she giggled in that uniquely sexy, amazingly cock-stiffening way of hers, as her nimble fingers hurriedly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. She nearly ripped his trousers all to shreds as she swiftly and hungrily tugged his pants down to his ankles. She well knew by now that her sexy little giggles always instantly stiffened his cock, but as she hungrily removed Fred’s pants, she was so proud and pleased to see that she had once more had this effect on him.
She impatiently shoved him down hard on his back on the cold tile floor. She then straddled his thighs, and hiked up her tiny micro-miniskirt.
“Have you noticed?” she grinned mischievously. “That I no longer wear panties at all? That’s so we have nothing in the way of fucking each other senseless, whenever and wherever the mood strikes us.”
“Which in your case is just about any time and any place,” Fred laughed in that deep, heart-quickening, pussy-dampening baritone voice of his that Susan so adored.
“Are you complaining?” she laughed as she slid her warm, moist pussy slowly, gently, lovingly, tightly down over his throbbing, raging hard-on, which was pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
“Personally, I could take another thousand years of your constant and relentless horniness, my love,” Fred grinned as he powerfully thrust himself upward into the love of his life as she continued descending over him.
“Ten thousand years of this!” Susan moaned as her pussy muscles clenched down tighter and tighter over the wonderful, horny, loving man who would soon be her husband.
“Life doesn’t get any better than this!” they both moaned, as they both exploded the thick, hot liquid expression of their deep, abiding, enduring, eternal love for each other, all over each other’s naked, horny bodies, again and again and again! Their unending series of quivering, trembling, explosive mutual orgasms now expressed their deep, passionate, soulful love for each other far more eloquently than the mere words “I love you” ever could!

 

[kittykateater]

Hope you all are having a great weekend. I wrote this down in a hurry, while last night and this morning are still very fresh in my mind. The scent hadn't even left my fingers as my fingers tap-danced over my computer keyboard. Hope you all enjoy the read!

I'm already making this the last chapter in my book called Miss You Much, which I hope to see into publication very soon now.

KKE

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Miss You Much
Chapter 22
Corn Grinding
copyright 2005 by E. Terhout
eterhout@yahoo.com


Although my wife and I no longer have jobs that keep us out of town and away from each other at night, we’ve discovered that two people can get lonely for each other even when they do share the same bed every night.
You see, my wife now works as a caregiver for senior citizens. This was supposed to be part time, 5 hours a day. But lately they’ve been working her a lot of double shifts.
For my part, my job has had me on a big project that’s supposed to bring huge amounts of money to the company. So that’s had me working usually 12 and sometimes even 14 hours a day.
By the time we both get home from our jobs, we’re usually dog tired. We’ll grab a bite to eat, watch TV for an hour or two, catch each other up on how our day went during commercials, then turn over and go to sleep. Yes, there was still sex between us...we both love each other and lust after each other too much for their not to be at least a quickie or two every couple of days...but we had gone a couple of weeks without our usual slow seduction of each other and a night of slowly, sweetly unfolding sex.
Friday we received a flyer in the mail about a special in a local restaurant: a Caesar salad, bowtie pasta with chicken in a garlic cream sauce, and a slice of rich, decadent chocolate cake for dessert, all for one low price. We decided this might make a great Saturday night date for us.
Sadly, it had been too long a while since we had last looked at each other with so much love and adoration as we did over that dinner.
We stopped on our way home to do our weekly grocery shopping. Being a hot day, we had dressed in shorts and sandals, and every time one of us would lean over a shelf or freezer to pick something up, the other would sidle up behind to rub crotch to ass for just a fleeting a moment, a nice and sexy way to say “I still love you.”
Back at home Saturday, groceries put away, we sat up in bed and watched the TV show, Six Feet Under. Claire, the undertaker’s cute redhead daughter with a high libido, a lot of sexual curiosity, and a great deal of creative imagination, was talking with two hunky young male friends of hers when one left out of boredom. The remaining guy asked Claire if the rumor was true that, despite her slutty reputation, she had never yet experienced an orgasm. Embarrassed, she admitted it was true. He said not to be shy about it, he had just learned about a new technique and was dying to try it out. Would she like him to try it out on her?
Claire quickly and casually replied, “OK.” Then she smiled.
“Why’s she smiling?” I asked my wife.
“I dunno,” she shrugged.
“Maybe she’s happy that she might finally experience her first orgasm?” I ventured.
“That could be!” my wife laughed. “I still smile at how your tongue helped me overcome my belief that there’s no such thing as a female orgasm! And that was almost ten years ago!”
“And you still have the most delicious pussy I’ve ever tasted!”
Just then, Claire looked down at the guy’s crotch and smiled again.
“Oh!’ my wife laughed. “Now I know why she’s smiling! Just look at the size of his bulge!”
“Ugh!” I laughed. “I’d rather not!”
“Yeah,” my wife grinned in agreement. “Me either. I’d much rather look at your bulge!”
The next scene showed Claire and her latest beau obviously naked in bed with just a sheet over them. Claire was smiling from ear to ear now. “Wow!” she whispered breathlessly.
“You know what that’s called?” the guy asked.
“That has a name?” Claire was surprised.
“It’s called grinding the corn.” The guy explained that with a Native American mortar and pestle, corn can be hand-ground in the center of the bowl, or against the edge of the bowl. He had just ground his pestle into Claire’s bowl at the edge instead of in the center of the bowl.
My wife asked if I know how to do that. I told her that, although I’d never heard it called grinding the corn, yes, and we’ve even done it sometimes. I enter my wife high up so I grind against her clit and her G-spot, grind against the edge, on each in and out stroke, rather than in the “center of the bowl.”
My wife smiled sweetly and asked “Will you show me tonight?”
A little while later, she sent me out to the kitchen to fix her a smack, and I fixed myself one, too. By the time I returned to the bedroom, she had slipped under the bed covers and she smelled wonderful, just a hint of our favorite perfume on her. She wouldn’t let me take a peek until the next commercial break, though.
I quickly stripped and changed into my favorite sexy little boxers for bed. During that brief moment when I stood completely naked at bedside, before slipping on my boxers, my wife smiled, licked her tongue across her mouth, and lustily, playfully called out “Woo-HOO!”
Our snacks finished, the commercial starting, I slowly peeled back the bed sheet to reveal her black lace peekaboo bra and matching black lace crotchless panties.
We threw our arms around each other and kissed. Softly and sweetly at first, but with ever increasing hunger. My kisses eventually moved around to the side of her very sensitive neck. Meanwhile, she began nibbling on my ear.
I kissed her through the peekaboo holes in her bra, first the left, then the right. Then licks, left then right. Finally nibbles, left then right. Then hungrily sucking each nipple in turn, left-right, left-right. Finally I tucked her bar under her breasts, so I could have completely unobstructed access to kissing, licking, and sucking on her big round breasts, her wide reddish areolas, and her long, hard, proudly-jutting brown nipples.
I kissed her ribs and her navel, then returned my face to her spectacular breasts while slipping my middle finger through her crotchless panties and into her already very wet pussy. Hers is the only pussy I’ve ever encountered, or even heard about, that makes loud smacking and squishing noises when excited, and her pussy was being unusually loud that night. I could also gauge her excitement by how thick her dewiness was getting on my fingers.
My pussy is opening especially wide tonight, don’t you think?” she grinned as I lovingly slipped a second finger into her.
“You think your sweet pussy somehow knows that she’ll have to accommodate an especially thick hard-on tonight?” I grinned.
“Oh, baaaa-by!” my wife happily, lustily cooed, slipping her hand down the front of my boxers. As soon as her fingertips touched the very tip of my cock, I powerfully throbbed against her hand. That did it for her! She couldn’t wrap her whole dainty hand around my hard cock fast enough now!
In response, I brought my thumb into play, swirling and pressing against her clit as I felt it grow and harden. I moved my thumb out of the way now and resumed slipping my middle finger in and out of her, making sure to rub hard against her pulsating clit on each in and out stroke.
“You grind corn pretty damned good!” she purred, her eyes sparkling merrily.
“Later on I’ll be doing the same motion with my hard cock!” I promised her, and her smile grew bright enough to light up a whole city now!
“I love the way you play with my pussy!” she purred hornily as I slipped a finger into her ass as two fingers explored the inside of her pussy and my thumb resumed swirling and pressing against her clit, harder and harder, faster and faster with each stroke.
“What would you like me to do next?” I grinned.
She looked puzzled, as if to say, “I just want you to play with my pussy. What are you talking about, next?”
I decided to rephrase my question a little more explicitly.
“Would you let me taste your pussy now?” I asked, as if it would be the greatest favor she could grant me. Come to think of it, her letting me eat her pussy really is a huge favor she grants to me, I love her taste so much..
“OK,” she smiled happily. The she purred, "“How did I luck into finding a guy who wants to eat my pussy all the time, likes to eat me out, and is quite good at it?"
As I took my first slow lick along her pussy lips, she cautioned me, “Just don’t get carried away, OK? I don’t want you leaving my pussy too sore to accommodate that hard cock of yours that I want so much tonight!”
“OK,” I agreed, letting my tongue slip into her and taste her incredibly slick and moist inner walls.
I then backed my tongue out of her again and planted maybe 20 soft, gentle kisses squarely on her clit.
“Ohhhh!” she moaned, quivering, writhing side to side. “Your kisses feel sooo good!”
“Your pussy tastes so good!” I moaned back, taking my first slow, tentative lick at her now very hard, extended, pulsating clit. When she raised her cute little sexy ass off the bed to press her sweet pussy closer and tighter into my face, I knew I had her now!
I licked up and down her clit, side to side across it, and in slow swirling circles around it. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders and pressed her feet into the back of my neck to shove my face still closer, even deeper into her trembling, moistening, hungrily smacking pussy.
Juices oozed out of her walls onto my face, and still I kissed and licked.
Her clit pulsed mightily, once, twice, three times against my tongue. So I simply sucked her whole clit up past my lips, where my tongue could lick at all of her throbbing, pretty little hard clit. Moaning and trembling, she allowed her clit to come on my tongue.
“Why do you have to taste so good?” I moaned as she came and came and came onto my tongue.
Just as she began to calm down, I slipped my tongue down along her clit, inside along the very top edge of her pussy, then curled my tongue in under and behind her throbbing clit to lick at her soft, delightfully bumpy-textured, spongy little G-spot. Like her clit, her G-spot instantly trembled on feeling contact with my lovingly licking tongue. She trembled again, and her G-spot began to come now, too. A G-spot has a slightly tangier, slightly more tart flavor than a clitoral orgasm, but I love its unique flavor immensely.
The thing about a G-spot orgasm is, once it starts, it’s like having dynamited a hole through Hoover Dam, it pretty much just keeps flowing without further intervention. That left me free to resume sucking and nibbling on her beautiful throbbing clit. As her clitoral and Gs-pot juices began to blend onto my tongue, I again moaned, “Why do you have to taste so damned delicious!”
“Remember what I said about not getting carried away, darling!” she gently scolded.
“Am I getting carried away?” I grinned, my mouth now thoroughly smeared in her pussy juices, as if in answer to my own question.
“I’m ready,” she whispered sexily.
“Ready for what?” I teased.
“Do I have to say it?”
“That would be nice!”
“OK,” she grinned, “I’m ready for you to slip your big, hard cock into my hungry pussy! There, is that what you needed to hear?”
But by this time my thick, insistent cock head was already parting her pussy lips wider and wider apart and pushing its way down, down, deep down into her. As my achingly hard shaft began pushing its way down into her, her trembling pussy lips began to squeeze tighter and tighter around me. But my cock was more determined to push her pussy open, than her pussy was to fit itself tightly around me.
I slid up almost completely out of her. I scooted forward a little, and began my second descent. “This is what Claire was talking about!” I smiled as my “pestle” slid into her high up along the “edge” of her “bowl”, rubbing hard against her clit and her G-spot on each in and out stroke.
“Oh, YES!” she moaned. “Grind that corn in me! Now I know why Claire was smiling so much!”
My wife’s pussy contracted tightly around my cock as I felt her tremble into orgasm. “You have a very thick, hard, wonderful ear of corn to feed my pussy, baby! Just keep feeding that big corn cob down into me, my love!”
Just as she started to calm down just a little, she contracted again, even tighter than the first time, and I felt her juices thoroughly coating my cock, buried deeply in her pussy, then seeping out of her and onto my balls and my thighs.
I let her calm down again, then resumed my thrusting.
“Could you grind against the middle of the bowl now, baby?” she asked sweetly. “My clit is just too sore from coming so much, to have you grinding against her any more.
I slid down a little, so I was no longer rubbing her clit as my cock slid down faster and faster along her very wet inner walls.
“I don’t think I can come any more!” she sighed. “So just come whenever you want to now, darling.”
“You’re very generous,” I kissed her mouth, then her breasts and her nipples, “letting me come without you coming, too!”
“Some generosity,” she laughed. “I come on you \r face four times and on your cock twice, and now I’m finally letting you come once!”
After a pause, she smiled again. “Besides, I’m not just letting you come. I want...no, no, I need...to feel you come in me now, baby!”
I plunged down into her one last time, even harder and even faster than before. She clenched her pussy very tight around me. She trembled from head to toe in excitement, even though she didn’t actually come this time.
She placed her feet on my ass. “I love when you do that with your feet!” I moaned, feeling myself just moments away from coming now. I think my wife sensed I was close, very close. Because just then, she shoved her feet down very hard into my ass, driving my cock swiftly and deeply down into her until I felt my balls pressing hard against her tight pussy lips.
I felt my balls swell, my cock pulse and throb. And then I felt my come explode out of me, deeply and powerfully down into her.
She again contracted her pussy very tightly, like she was orgasming again, but once more no come came out of her. But my cock fell for this deception, and sensing an orgasming pussy wrapped around it, my cock exploded a second powerful burst into her...and then a third!
Now I was in the same condition as my wife: completely unable to produce even one more drop of come! But happy, content, and as deeply in love with my wife as ever! The feeling of missing each other so terribly had once more passed...for us both!
The next morning, I awoke to find my wife lying naked on her left side in front of me, as I lay behind her naked, also on my left side.
I reached across her waist and up to cup her big, full round breast, rolling and pinching her nipples back into full hardness between my index and middle finger.
I slowly slid my soft cock back forth along the crack between her luscious ass cheeks. She pushed her sweet as backward against my cock, and began rubbing her foot up and down my leg.
I was starting to get hard again, and she obviously could feel it, as she let out several soft moans, rubbed her foot up and down my leg just a little bit faster now, and pushed her sweet ass crack even tighter back against my sliding cock.
As I fondled her breasts and continued sliding my cock back and forth along the crack of her ass., I began gently massaging and softly kissing her shoulder blades. She was alternating between contented purrs and lustful moans.
My cock began to emit a loud smacking noise, very similar to the sound her excited pussy makes when she knows she’s about to get completely and thoroughly fucked. Even when very, very excited, my cock rarely makes this kind of noise, and almost never as loudly s it was doing that Sunday morning. We both knew we in for one hell of an explosion out of my cock now. I looked down, and she peered over her shoulder, as neither of us wanted to miss even one moment of what was about to happen.
Watching myself fuck harder and harder, faster and faster along her sexy ass crack, and knowing she was also watching, sent my excitement over the edge now. My smacking cock was louder now I think than it had ever been, as my wife clenched her ass very tight around my cock. Picture a hot dog sliding through one end of a hot-dog bun and out the other end, then reversing direction, and you’ll have a pretty accurate image of her ass wrapped around my cock.
I pushed myself even harder between her ass cheeks, continued to keep up the sliding motion along her ass, as she clenched her sweet ass tighter and tighter around me, determined to make me stop sliding and make me just come in and on her ass.
At first I was winning, as each thrust along her cute, sexy ass brought me closer and closer to what we both sensed now would be one powerful explosion of come. But finally her ass locked down around my cock so tight that I actually could no longer move. And hat’s when I fire \d explosively, some of my come oozing into her ass, but most of it exploding onto her lower back and some even reaching up as high as her shoulder blades.
I pressed my body even tighter up against hers now, so tight that no come could ooze down off of her and onto the bed sheets. We just lay like that for the longest time, at least an hour. By the time we moved, my come had dried enough not to ooze or drip off of her, but as still slick and slippery and oily-slimy.
We both got up and soaked a wash cloth in hot, soapy water. I cleaned my come off of her ass, back, and shoulders and she washed the come off of my cock, balls, and pubic hair.
We dressed in tee-shirts and shorts again, and headed to the local flea market. As we walked, I could still small the strong scent of fresh, raw sex coming from everywhere! The delightful smell was in her shorts, and mine. As we walked hand in hand, we could still feel and smell the residue of each other’s come on our fingertips.
I guess others could smell it, too, as young couples in love, and old married couples too, smiled knowingly as we walked past them. Could they really smell the sex on us still, or were the knowing smiles merely a reaction to the adoring looks my wife and I kept giving each other.
Sometimes a couple just needs to take the time out to reconnect like we did. Maybe now and then, just to keep things fresh and exciting, experiment a little with each other, maybe even grind a little corn together!

 

[kittykateater]

Looking for advice on buying lover's handcuffs

I've said it before and I'll say it again...I just LOVE being married!

A couple of nights ago, my wife & I were watching this movie called Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde. where the mad scientist's estrogen-rich transformation formula turned Dr. Jekyll into an beautiful but evil, scheming, deadly woman. Anyway, Dr. Jekyll handcuffs himself to a bed so Ms. Hyde can't escape and do more evil when he next transforms into her. It was a wacky but sexy (although not porno) movie.

At the end of the movie, Dr, Jekyll's fiance decides to see if they can't have some fun of their own with those handcuffs.

That's when my wife smiled at me and said "Looks like fun." Now, neither of us have ever been into B&D before. But she told me to put my hands behind my neck as if handcuffed, and no matter what she did, I could not use my hands to touch her. I told her I agreed but she couldn't use her hands, either.

One of the great things about our marriage is the extremely high trust between us. Without having to even say so, we both implicitly trusted that neither would violate the rules about no hands (although we were both only PRETENDING to be handcuffed and either of us could easily have broken that trust and brought our hands into play), and that neither would hurt the other.

I lay face-up on the bed, propepd two pillows under my head, and held my hands behind my neck, crossed at the wrists as if bound. She held her hands clasped together behind her back.

She then climbed on top of me, stretching herself face down on top of me. We always have our arms wrapped around each other when we kiss, so it was a very different...and very HOT...sensation to kiss firercely, passionately, without our hands coming into play. She then wriggled her sexy body until her sweet, warm, moist, tight little pussy was rubbing and rocking back and forth along the whole length of my hard, throbbing cock. She rocked over me like that for quite a while, her hands not touching my cock as she usually does, my hands not kneading her sweet luscious ass nor cupping her full round breasts as I usually do. It took a great deal of mutual will-power to keep up the charade that we were both handcuffed, but our patience paid HUGE dividends for us both. By the time we finally wriggled our bodies into alignment so she could slowly slide herself down over me as I slowly thrust myself up into her...all without the use of hands...well, I don't think either of us has EVER been hornier for each other than we were at that moment!

So my question to you is, have any of you ever tried those fur-lined handcuffs? We're thinking of getting us a pair now, but we don't know what to look for or what to avoid in terms of getting something that will be comfortable for both of us, good quality, durable...and easily unlocked! Any tips from those experienced with using cuffs in sex play will be most welcome.

Or maybe we're better off NOT having the cuffs at all? I'm thinking that part of what made that night so special and magical and memorable was that either of us was free to break the trust and use our unshackled hands, but neither of us did. I'm thinking that bringing handcuffs into play might be less exciting because the element of mutual trust is removed from our fun: with real cuffs, we wouldn't be able to move our hands even if we wanted to, so the knowledge that we were displaying high trust toward each other woukld be removed from our excitement. Possibly not as sexy and exciting.

But we want to try the cuffs at least once. We can always go back to PRETE NDING to be handcuffed if the real cuffs don't prove as exciting. But we want to make the experience with real cuffs as great as possible, so we would still value advice on what to look for in lover's handcuffs: maybe a brand or style or feature to especially look for? We're thinking the fur-lined cuffs will be more comfortable, but does anyone here know that for sure from actual experience?

Thanks all for your help.

KKE

 

[kittykateater]

Wednesday started with my wife literally "riding my ass", I was lying face down and she simply climbed up on my butt, god how I love the feel of her open pussy lips rocking and rubbing on my bare butt and lower back, oozing precious drops tingling down onto my skin! She does stuff like this all the time, even after 9 years of marriage, and she has been the inspiration behind most of what's in the SIX books of erotica I've written!

Anyway, all day at work on Wednesday I kept getting so horny, remembering my wife's enthusiastic ride on my ass, I had to keep running off to the men's room or scooting tighter under my desk to hide my bulge from coworkers, and then just wait for it to subside.

When I got home, I threw my arms around my wife and kissed her passionately, told her how much I love her and how I've been thinking about her all day. She rubbed her whole luscious body up against me, and even with both of us fully clothed, it was enough to give me about my 15th hard-on of the day.

We just smiled at each other, clasped hands, and eagerly tugged each other to the bedroom.

She gazed dewy-eyed at my bulge. "Aren't those pants too tight?" she whispered sweetly, sexily.

They weren't tight at all--I buy pants to be roomy enough--but I played along. "A little," I whispered in the deep baritone voice she so loves to hear.

"Here, let me make it better!" she grinned lustily, unzipping me and tugging my waistband all the way down to my ankles in one swift, smooth, even motion.

Being a hot day, I wasn't wearing any underwear, and my hard cock sprang free and pointed out in front of me.

"I don't know about YOU," she grinned. "But now that you have your tight pants off of you, I know I certainly feel a hell of a lot better!"

I unbuttoned her blouse and, discovering she was braless, somehow my achingly hard dick seemed to grow even MORE! I lifted her tiny micro-miniskirt, and of course she wore no panties either.

"I've been thinking about YOU all day, too," she smiled, her eyes sparkling with love and lust. "I wanted no obstacles in our way," she shrugged in explanation.

As we tuimbled onto our bed, we wrapped our arms and legs around each other and renewed our fiercely passionate kkissing. She didn't even wait for me to make the first move, she just quietly slithered her tongue into my mouth. That made my cock throb against her belly, which made us BOTH moan softly.

Our tongues gently wrestled each other for several minutes before I moved my kisses to that tender spot at the side of her neck that always seems to be an instant on-switch to get her clit pulsating.

I then began slowly enticing her breasts. I began with kisses circling the whole outside circumference of first her left breast,, tehn her right. My circles began spiraling inward. Her areolas are extraordinarily wide and extremely sensitive, so I loove kissing them and giving tehm teasing little flickers of my tongue. Slowly I worked my kisses and licks inward, and then sucked on her nipples and gave them gentle, loving nibbles.

"Mmmmmm!" she purred. "Honey, when we take our vacation trip next week, we HAVE to leave some time out of our sightseeing scheduklle, for some alone time in our room. Even if we do nothing else, you hAVE to do what you're doing to me right NOW! At least ONCE every night!"

I nibbled even more on her nipples, and agreed. "Yes, I need to do this with you EVERY night on our trip. And every MORNING, too!"

As much as I love the feel and the taste of her big, round breasts, her wide ultra-sensitive areolas, and her hard proudly-jutting nipples, I enjoy her pussy about a billion times MORE!

So now I began playing in her thick but always neatly trimmed patch of black pussy fur, whose triangular shape forms an arrow that seems to say "This way to paradise, my love." My slowly gliding fingers followed that arrow, and feeling how moist she already was, I knew this was no false advertising: my fingers truly HAD found paradise now! I crooked my finger and slid it into her to explore every wonderful secret place deep inside of her.

My wife is the only woman I've ever been with whose pussy makes very loud SMACK! noises when she's horny. And she was smacking as loudly now as she had EVER been with me. Hearing her noisy pussy, and feeling her warm dampness, made my cock throb even faster now.

"You've got me throbbing about a million times a second," I whispered in her ear.

"This I gotta FEEL!" she moaned, wrapping her fingers around my hard-on and purring contentedly at the feel of my very rapid throbbing inside her encircling fist.

I think she purred something like "Mmmm, very NICE!" but I'm not overly sure EXACTLY what she said, because my loud moaning was pretty much drowning out her soft, sexy, seductive whispers.

Just then, her pussy let out a very loud "SQUISH!" noise that drowned out even my loud moans. I well knew that squish, it means her pussy is contracting in preparation for a powerful orgasm. When we first met, my wife was thoroughly convinced that female orgasm was a myth, having never experienced one herseklf, but our first time together, my tongue convinced her she was wrong...THREE times in quick succession...before I would even let her do anything to me! And now she makes such joyous passionate noises from so very deep inside her pussy whenever I work my magic on her, and I love how turned-on she gets with me!

My lovingly exploring fingers slid even deeper into her now, and she squeezed her pussy very tight around me. I could feel my fingers getting covered in more moisture by the second now. "Squish! SQUISH! Squish-squish-SQUISH!" the sound grew louder and more frequent now.

"Not your FINGERS!" she moaned. "I need to come all over your big hard COCK!" Her hand squeezed my throbbing hard-on even tighter and she eagerly, almost in desperation guided me toward the inflamed center of her passionate heat.

Her pussy was so tight as it contracted and contracted in prepartion for orgasm, that my cock-head had to pry her open just to drive myself into her, and she closed herself tightly around me. I like to enter her slowly, and she loves that, but now her desperately horny squeezing pulled me down into her deeper and faster than either of had planned.

As soon as my balls pressed up against her juicy pussy lips, she came instantly. I then began very slowly gliding in and out along her slippery walls, gradually moving myself upward along hers exy naked body, until every stroke had my shaft rubbing frantically against both her throbbing clit and her sponge-like G-spot. The throbbing of her clit matched the throbbing of my hard cock, pulsation for pulsation. The fact that we were now in such perfect rhythm with each other made us both all the hornier!

Her trembling pussy contracted yet again as she moaned "Feed me your JUICE!"

I slowly backed out of her tightly grasping love tunnel until only my cock-head was still in her. Then I slammed my cock down hard and fast through her spasming, orgasming pussy, and I was exploding all the while, so that as I frantically drove into her one last time, my juices splattered first her outer lips, then her clit, then her slick and slippery inner walls, then her G-spot, and finally my fifth and final powerful explosion splattering against her cervix as my balls knocked hard against her entrance. All this time, while I was thrusting deeper and exploding non-stop all the way through my rapid thrusting, throbbing descent her trembling and spasming pussy kept contracting, and kept flowing her sweet juices all over my cock head, shaft and balls.

I walked around work all day Thursday with a big goofy grin on my face. I wonder if my coworkers guessed why? I love being married, I love being so in love, and I love having a wife who enjoys sex SO throroughly...but only with ME!