Surprise (1 female needed for short post RP)

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Surprise

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There was supposed to be no one home, which was unusual. I picked up a DVD and a six pack of beer and headed home, expecting a quiet night of television, alcoholic buzz, masturbation perhaps, and finally sleep.

Instead, I walked into the Family Room and flinched with surprise, finding her leaning back against the old paneling, gaze fixed upon me. She was dressed in nothing more than a tiny pair of panties, which were pushed down off her hips to reveal some of her kinky, dark pubic patch; and an equally tight, matching bra, which she pulled upwards to reveal firm, flawless breasts.

I had no idea of how to react, either to the stunning exposure of her bodily perfection or to the expression she wore that seemed more suitable to a little girl embarrassed for having spilled a glass of milk than for flashing her beautiful self to a man she should not have been revealing herself to.

I tried to come up with a proper response but couldn't. The only words to escape my lips were, "So ... what's happening?"
 
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I grinned, keeping my position from where I was leaned against the wall, not making any move to cover myself up as he looked at me. I had been waiting for him to come home for a while now and his stunned expression was almost enough pay off for my time.

"I think you know what's happening," I replied easily, finally stepping away from the wall to slowly advance toward him with my hips and still bare breasts swaying at each step. I kept my eyes on him as I bit down on my bottom lip, bringing back that coy look that I had been wearing when he first walked in. "At least, I think you know what we both want to happen."
 
Billy boy, don't do this. You know you can't do this ...Shouldn't do this...

I couldn't take my eyes off her, though. I had never hoped to see her this way, so exposed ...so willingly exposed. I had spied her once tbrough a cracked door, standing in profile to me before a bureau mirror; she'd been in a thong that from the side almost appeared not to be there, and a cropped tee through which hardened nipples thrust generously. I had quickly sneaked off to my bedroom to pound my dick -- now noticeably solid as a rock -- to the fantasy of standing behind her, watching her expressions in the reflective glass as I pounded her from behind.

But this ...this was real, and want her as I did, I simply could not have her like this ...could I?
 
I continued to advance toward him, only taking my eyes off of him for a brief second to pull my rather unnecessary bra up and over my head. I dropped it to the floor as I reached him and stopped just short of touching him. Again I grinned, tipping my head to the side just slightly as I looked at his face, my chest thrust out to him, just begging for him to touch my breasts.

This is something that I had been dreaming about for ages, but it had taken me some time to summon up the proper courage. Once I had truly made up my mind, though, there was no turning back. Any hesitation was left behind and I wouldn't be satisfied until I found out if my fantasies about just how amazing his dick felt pounding into me were true. I had a feeling that they would be.

"Your move," I finally challenged, my voice just above a purr.
 
My move...?

The right move, I knew, was to say This has been fun and all, but it's time you put your clothes on and went home to your mother ... and sister ... or both.

That was, of course, what this was all about, and both was a loaded word that I'm sure Ava would have understood in this context. For months, I'd been fucking Ava's mother, an affair that only ended when her Ex-husband -- who was a very, very rich man -- wanted to talk about possibly getting back together again.

I was hurt, but I'm a big boy. When Ava's sister, Kate -- four years senior to Ava's 19 years -- came over one night to retrieve some of her mother's things and console me, somehow we ended up in bed, too, and continued seeing one another until we were caught by Ava, who had also come to my place to look for some of her mother's misplaced things.

I thought it was over at that point. Kate and I never saw each other again, although we did have a laugh on the phone about how she'd begged her sister's forgiveness, then bragged to her about how good a fuck I really was.

Is that what this is, Billy Boy...? Is Ava here to see if you're really that good...? Or is this just a ploy to embarrass you...?

I wanted Ava so badly, and I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by, if it was in fact a real thing. But ... I didn't want to embarrass myself either by making a play for her and getting slapped across the face, then chastised for being an ass.

Ava had taken the first move, coming to my house and stripping down the way she had. But, she wasn't committed yet. Make her commit, Billy boy...

I reached down to unfasten my belt and pants, my gaze firmly on her eyes, as I said, "No, Ava ... first move is yours."

I unzipped my pants, and my solid dick popped out through the open fly of my boxers. I reached to the bed, grabbed a pillow, dropped it to the floor at my feet, and said suggestively, "Your move."

There was still the possibility that this was a ruse. She could very well slap me and head off, calling me every name in the book. But, if she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth...

Well ... who could question a move like that...?
 
That was exactly what I wanted to see. Any reservations on his part would have been completely acceptable; God only knew that we had a complicated enough reason to be in each others lives. But once I had caught him and Kate together and then had to listen to all of the stories, I couldn't help but be curious. Very curious. Curious to the point that I was here, nearly naked, and feeling as though maybe this was all going to actually happen how I hoped.

I finally broke contact with his gaze to look down at his now exposed dick. Seeing it made a smile spread across my lips, especially when coupled with his invitation. "Gladly," I replied, looking up to him just once before dropping carefully to my knees.

There was no hesitation as I reached to take him in my hands, feeling his hard length beneath my fingers. I licked my lips just once then leaned forward, my tongue running down his shaft and then returning back to swirl once around the tip. I was special in that I actually enjoyed going down on men, whereas too many women found it gross. My enjoyment of it was what made me so good at it -- well, that any my nearly nonexistent gag reflex.

After stroking him a few more times with my tongue, I finally took him in my mouth completely and looked up to meet his gaze.
 
I drew a deep breath as Ava took my entire length into her warm wet mouth without hesitation or trouble. I sighed deeply, groaning, "Oh ... my god."

I'd had a lot of blow jobs in my day, some of which I had enjoyed but most of which I certainly had not. Most women didn't like sucking a man's dick, and to be honest, I didn't blame them. It wasn't something pleasurable for a woman, and the taste of semen -- which I enjoyed, ha ha, when my lover came back up to me for a kiss with my entire load upon her tongue -- was simply the most unusual, questionable taste I'd ever experienced.

Good or bad, not once in all those years had a woman be able to deep throat me, as Ava was now. I looked down, meeting her eyes as she studied my reaction to her taking my entire length, pulling back, then taking it again.

"Un ... be ... lievable," I murmured, taking her head into my hands and helping her to continue, so fearful that she would stop before I was able to cum...
 
I had no inclination to stop, but I enjoyed the feel of his fingers in my hair as I continued bobbing my head back and forth. I wanted to bring him to release -- needed to bring him there. I wanted to give him something that I just knew my sister hadn't been able to, knowing of her own displeasure of pleasuring a man this way. Oh, I'm sure that she did it, but I could do it better as I ran my lips and tongue up and down his entire length.

I sped up, my hands reaching out to grip his legs tightly as my pace became more frantic. I was careful to keep my teeth from grazing his sensitive cock but so much, wanting this to be all pleasure for him. I wouldn't stop until he made me.
 
I could feel the orgasm coming; I knew I was there and there was no turning back. I had never cum this quickly being sucked; I had never been sucked with such skill!

As I felt the climax building, one side of my brain told me Warn her! Be polite! ... while the other screamed I wanna cum in her mouth! I was torn, absolutely conflicted; there was something totally erotic -- controlling, even power-taking -- about filling your lovers mouth with your wad, especially when you knew they were only taking the shots because they knew you liked it that way.

But Ava had done this for him without hesitation, and with such obvious experience. I couldn't bring myself to grasp her head, hold her in place, and splosh my thick load repeatedly into her mouth and throat.

As I felt the first threatening twitches, I pulled my hands back from her, pressing them flat against my bared hips and said with a loud groan, "Oh, god, Ava, I'm cumming!"
 
Even with his hands moved away, I didn't pull back just yet. I waited until the absolute last second, wanting to taste him as he came into my willing mouth and throat. Again, it was a rare thing for a woman to be turned on by something like that, but I've always felt that I was a rare kind of woman. I would have had to have been if I was in this situation at all. Knowing that she had been the one to bring him to climax, his cum was almost like a reward and she was definitely going to take it.

Once I knew he was finished, I took his dick in my hand and licked him clean, all while keeping my eyes on his face. I wanted to know what he was thinking and hoped that he wasn't through with me just yet. As happy as I was to let him fuck my face, there were other things I wanted him to fuck tonight as well.

I leaned back eventually, though, letting him go and staying on my knees. "I love doing that," I said with a smile, wiping my lips clean. "You wouldn't believe how wet it makes me." As though giving an invitation, I spread my legs apart and brought one of my hands down to run over my torso and slide my panties down my hips ever so slightly, like they had been when he first came into the room.
 
I erupted, still inside her mouth; I groaned loud and long, feeling my dick jump between he rlips as it expelled my hot, thick fluid. I wasn't thinking about whether she was taking it in or letting it splash upon her lips or chest; wasn't thinking about whether my semen was flowing down her throat of dripping to the floor. I wasn't thinking at all, for my mind was lost in the ecstasy, my thoughts overwhelmed by euphoria.

"I love doing that," I heard her say, her words barely audible with the effect on my ears of a savagely pounding heart. I glanced down to see her licking my seed from her lips, adding, "You wouldn't believe how wet it makes me."

She leaned back and pushed her panties off her bips again, giving me a partial look at her neatly trimmed muff of curly brown. I wasn't done yet, and she was just getting started. This is going to be an unforgetable night, Billy Boy.

I pulled my pants up and fastened just the button, to keep them from falling about my ankles. I leaned over her, slipping my hands under her buttocks and easily lifted her right off the ground and into my arms.

As I headed for the bed, I whispered, "Let's see just how wet you are."

I dropped her onto the bed and, without hesitation, pulled her panties from her and dropped to my knees. I wrapped my arms under her thighs, clutching her hips in strong hands, and pulled her closer to me. And without any sort of dilly dally, I pressed my mouth over the brown and pink folds of her pussy and went to work.
 
It had only taken him a few seconds to move me from the floor to the bed, but that was enough time for the anticipation to build. Even just the cool air on my now exposed pussy felt good, so to suddenly have his mouth down there, working to please me... well, it was amazing.

"Oh, god," I moaned, making it clear from the very start that I wasn't a quiet one. Kate had been right, though; he clearly knew what he was doing down there and I was enjoying every second of it. One of my hands came up to clutch my breast, the other curled into the blanket I was laying on. I spread my legs further, inviting him for more.
 
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