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Portugal: A Love Story

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 Hikikomori; a Japanesse term meaning 'pulling away, being confined' or, to a better and more ideological extent, 'acute social withdraw'. It isn't known very well in the United States, especially where I live, but it happens a lot. Basically, think about not wanting to have anything to do with your friends or your family. You go into extreme isolation due to various emotional factors of your life, weither it be cases like bullying, breaking-up, family pressures, peer pressures, etc.

 For the past two years of my life, hikikomori has overrun my life. I love to be by myself, and I hate going outside. I'm still forced to make my frequent trips to the college I attend to, and I was also forced to go job
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hunting due to my parent's lack of knowledge on the ordeal. My friends still come and see me, but I hate them to see me this way. For twenty-four hours a day I just want to be locked inside my room with a pack of cigarettes, my TV, my DVDs, and my video games. I never thought something else could bring me as much happiness as she brings me.

 Before I go anymore deeper into the story, you can call me Truitt. I guess I have lived in a normal life. I grew up in a nice quiant town in Tennessee, and I was loved by my parents everday. At school I was also the class clown, cutting jokes and messing around with everyone I talked to. But when I hit the 10th grade, everything changed. I met this girl that I'll call Missouri in a music class. After only a week of knowing her, I jumped at the chance to ask her out before my bandmate (a guy who told me he would take advantage of her if she were ever drunk around him), and she accepted. That was Valentine's Day of 2005, and it was the happiest day of my life at that time.

 She was my first girlfriend and, with that, comes a little pressure from my friends. See, I loved her, and I didn't want to hurt her. By hurt her, I mean have a sexual relationship with her. Don't get me wrong, I had sex with her once (and only once), but it was to try to strengthen my relationship with her, not to brag to my friends that I was no longer a virgin. Things were pretty good for the first four months, and then came summertime. I would see her every now and then, but she was mostly in Missouri due to problems with her grandmother's health. But every now and then she would call me, just to tell me that she loved me.

 When we went back to school the follow year, things were different. She had gotten contacts, dyed her hair, and became a completely different person. She jumped at the chance to be in a popular click, and it seemed that she left me behind. We were still dating, but we were distant. We had one class together that year, and that was Psych class. Around Christmas time, afer my sad excuses to try to make her realize that I loved her, she dumped me. I had in my possession a ring that I was going to give her on Christmas, one that I spent a year saving up to get.

 Heartbroken and depressed, I sold the ring and bought my first bag of pot. It was the only thing that made me happy, and I began to smoke pot everyday for almost six months. Through my friends, one of who has a little sister who is best friends with the girl, I found out that Missouri had been cheating on me everytime she went to, well, Missouri.

 At this point, I'll stop and say that I shouldn't have been a pussy to begin with, and I should have drilled her everynight. Like Banky from Chasing Amy said, "All a girl needs is a deep dicking."

 Back to Missouri. Not only was she cheating on me when she was in Missouri (which explains a phonecall she made to me late at night, with her crying and saying that she was sorry), she was also fucking this douchebag behind my back. Later on, I found out that it was just one douchebag, it was two. From that point on, I was on the verge of suicide. "Why didn't this girl just break it off of with me if she was going to do this? When Lord, when am I ever going to find someone who gives a flying fuck about me and not treat me like shit?" And I'm not talking about family or friends-type of love, I'm talking about emotional love.

 That is when I met her. I'll call her Portugal in this story because I don't want to give out her real name, but let me just tell you that her real name is beautiful. It brings me happiness when I see that name, and it's a rare occassion for that. Portugal lives in, well, Portugal, and she's probably the love of my life. I say that with a feeling of, "Ok, I don't think this woman is going to fuck me over, mainly because I can sort of call out bullshit now." If it does happen on the fact that she doesn't, then I'll suck it up this time. Drugs and suicide are for pussies and I, for one, am I tired of being something that I desperately want to chow down on.

 Ok, back to Portugal. She is amazing, and is one of those rare girls that just make you happy everytime you talk to her. I don't know what my fascination about this girl is, but there is just something about her that I can't get my head around. She's like the girl next door that you desperately wish to date but you'll never get to. In my case, she's the girl across the fucking Atlantic Ocean that I will probably never meet.

 Except for in my dreams.

 I woke up one day to find myself in a strange room, laying on an unfamiliar bed. In a rush, I looked around the room and all of it's accessories. A TV stood infront of the bed, turned off. A CD player stacked with indie music at the side of it quietly played as the alarm went off. "I've heard this band before," I thought to myself. "It's Be Your Own Pet." I looked over to the closet, which held a mirror, and examined myself. I was in a white t-shirt and boxers, and there was someone laying next to me.

 I turned my head to look at the figure it's hand raised up and slowly touched my face. It was her...it was Portugal. With a smile, she softly said, "Good morning," and kissed me on the lips. I looked back in awe as she continued to smile. "You alright, Truitt?"

 "Yeah," I said as I gathered my composure, scratching my head as she continued to smile at me innocently. "It's just I'm still kind of in that 'just-woke-up-from-sleep' mode." She laughed to herself and hugged me. I threw my arms around her and held her for a moment, and then she spoke again. "Come on hun, you have to get ready for work." She got out of bed, and walked into the hallway, her brown hair moving as she swayed her head to the music of Be Your Own Pet. I sat there bedazzled.

 Is this happening?

 Where am I?

 I climbed out of bed and entered the hallway myself, walking into the living room that was joined by the kitchen. She sat behind the island table in the kitchen, watching me as I looked out the window. My car was sitting outside in a parking space, and it looked to me like we were in an apartment complex, ground floor.

 "Want something to eat?" She said as she took a sip of her orange juice. "Nah, I'm fine." I scouted my surrondings some more. A large TV sat in the living room, and connected to it was an Xbox 360. There was a red couch along the wall and, in front of that, a coffee table with a few magazines on it. Pictures hung on the wall, and I walked over to them to inspect them closely. They were of me and her. I was in a tux, and she was in a vibrant wedding gown. At that moment I looked down at my left ring finger, discovering a ring placed on it. I looked over towards her and spotted a ring on her.

 "We're married?" I said quietly as I stood there. "Are you sure you're okay, Truitt? You're acting really strange today." She said as she moved from behind the island counter. "I'm fine," I said with a smile and a nod, "I'm going to take a shower."

 She smiled and turned back towards the kitchen, and made my way into the hall. Things were coming back to me at that moment: with the money I saved for my next semester of college, I traveled to Portugal to meet with her. From there we fell in love and, despite her father's objections, she moved to Tennessee with me. We got married on Valentine's Day, just to make the holiday seem happier for the both of us. I worked a simple job in an office, and she was taking college courses to become an interpruter.

 I entered the bathroom, flicking on the light and closing the door behind me. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself...I looked normal, but this could not be. When I went to sleep the night before, I was still in my own house, in my own room. "No worries now," I thought to myself as I took off my shirt and moved towards the shower, kicking off my boxers in the process. I slid the glass door to the side, and entered the shower. I reached for the handles, turning on the water as it blasted into my face.

 I sat there for what seemed to me forever, just sitting in the shower as the water poured off of me. For the first time in my life, I felt true love and happiness.

 "Truitt."

 I looked around, and saw the image of Portugal standing outside of the shower. She slid open one the glass door, and entered the shower with me. Her body was amazing, more amazing that I could ever have imagined it to be. She slowly made her way towards me, and I pulled her closer. I kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing in my air. My penis was becoming erect, and it began to rub on her body as we continued to kiss in the shower. We switched placed, and I took her form under the showerhead. Water was falling slowly on us, and she became more and more wet.

 "I love you." I said to her, holding her body in my arms. She looked up at me, her eyes almost in tears. "I love you more." I began to kiss her on her neck, working my way down to her breasts. I kissed both softly and on each nipple, and continued my way down. I threw one of her legs over my shoulder, and then the other. On my knees, her back pierced againist the wall, I began to eat her out. My tongue discovered the walls inside of her, reaching into every nook and cranny it could. She moaned with pleasured, and pulled my tongue out, substituting it with my index, middle, and ring fingers. I began to move them in and out of her as I rubbed my tongue againist her clit. She began to moan wildly, and quickly pulled my head back.

 I let her get off me, and we both stood up again. This time, it was my turn. She slowly kissed me as she worked her way down to my erect penis, and then slowly began to stick it in her mouth. She quickly began to suck me off as I began to feel the ectasy of her blow job. As some pre-cum dripped out of my penis, she lightly licked it off, and went back to quickly giving it to me. I couldn't take it anymore, and I blew right in her mouth. Surprised, but not exactly shocked, she took it all in. She quickly licked it clean before the water from the showerhead could, and stood back up to greet me.

 We began to kiss again, even more passionately then we did more. My hands grabbed on to her well-made ass, and I placed her body againist the sliding glass door. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I grabbed one of her legs and placed it around me. I kissed her again, and I entered her. It was heavenly, and I began to slowly make love to her in the shower. With every thrust she moaned louder, digging her fingers into my back. I felt her wet legs as I discovered her body while I continued to fuck her.

 I took her off my penis, and she leaned directly underneath the showerhead. I stood behind her, holding her hips as I stuck my penis in her warm vagina. There we stood, the water dropping down on us, making love. Her moaning became more frantic, as did my thrusting. We were both close to cumming, and she stood up. I wrapped my arms around her wraist, grabbing onto her boob as she began to reach climax. I kissed her softly on the neck and ear, as she reached behind her to hold onto my neck.

 "Cum inside me!" She said with a virbato voice, her body trembling with pleasure as I picked up the pace. I felt her juices connect with my wang, and I began to cum at the same time she did. We both let out two load moans as we embraced each other in the shower. We stood underneath the flowing water for what seemed to be forever, kissing each other softly and exchanging the words, "I love you." She turned her head, looking into my eyes. At that moment I knew she was the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on...and she was mine. "I love you too, Princess." I said as I kissed her on the lips one last time.

 I woke up to find the alarm on my clock ringing violently, Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle playing on my TV. For the first time in my life, I woke up and felt alive.

Best Friends progession Part 1

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Let me introduce myself, my name is Matt I’m 18 years old from England. I have mid length blonde hair and long legs making me 6’0. I am on the thin side but make up for it with brains. This is my first story.

 

Sitting on my bed on one Friday evening, phone in hand texting a girl called Holly. Let me tell you about Holly, she is like a sister to me, and I a brother to her. We are in no way related but we do however call each other Bro and Sis, as you would. Well Holly is a 15 year old girl about 5’7 in height and with golden blonde hai

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r coming down to just below her shoulders. She has just started to blossom with her nice curvy thin body. She hasn’t yet begun to fully develop breasts and so she is just like a normal 15 year olds size.

 

Well back to the story… I was texting Holly the usual stuff when she replied to a text saying she was upset and needed to see someone. This came out of the blue so I called her. She answered the phone and instantly I could tell she had been, and still was, crying.

 

“What’s wrong lovely?”

“I have had a shit day, which has just been topped off by finding out that two family members died last week. I have to attend two funerals in 3 days!”

“I’m sorry lovely would you like me to come round?”

“I would much rather go to yours if that’s okay, want to be away from my family for a while. Hate being reminded of the funerals, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah I know what you mean and of course you can come round mine. I am alone anyway so we can talk without getting disturbed. Want me to pick you up?”

“Yeah if you could that would be great, I will tell me mum I’m coming over. Can I say I’m staying the night?”

“Yeah you can stay the night.”

“Okay thanks bro, see you in a minute”

“Bye sis love you”

 

Hanging up the phone I got my coat on, picked up my keys and began walking to Holly’s house. Luckily she lived only 5minutes walk away from me so I didn’t need to drive. Five minutes had past when I arrived at her door. Knocking I waited for an answer. The door opened and Dawn, Holly’s mum was there.

 

“Hey Matt you okay?” She asked quiet politely

“Yeah thanks Dawny. She getting her stuff together?”

“Yes she is, won’t be long”

“I hope” We both laughed as I saw her coming down the stairs.

“Hey Holz got everything?” Dawny asked.

“Yep, I will see you on Sunday afternoon call me when you get back from shopping.

“Okay Honey see you later, Bye Matt take care of her for me”

“I will try”

 

After the door was closed we began walking. I had offered to carry her things but she declined saying it was no trouble in her carrying them. I then picked her up and carried her in my arms.

 

“What you doing silly?”

“I said I would pick you up, I meant it literally!”

This seemed to cheer her up as she was giggling all the way home, her still in my arms. I had managed to carry her for about 10minutes. It took so long due to the slowness of my walk.

We got to my front door and I put her down to get my keys out of my jeans. Opening the door I carried her stuff inside through the house out into the garden and into the Log cabin out back. The cabin was big enough for six people to hang out in so with only two of us it was quite comfortable. We sat on the leather corner sofa in front of the TV and just chatted while a DVD was playing in the background. She had managed to go for a few hours without crying until she mentioned the funerals next week.

 

“Oh Matt I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go to the funerals I won’t be able to take them. I never even met them anyway”

“Come here Klutz” I hugged her and held her tight as she cried on my shoulder.

“Thank you Matt I don’t know what I would do without you”

“You would probably have someone else like me…”

“Nobody is as nice as you though”
”Stop it you’re making me blush. Now let’s watch another DVD.

 

I put on one of those comedy chick flicks and we sat there watching it. About five minutes in she grabbed my hand and held it tight. She then leaned her head on my shoulder and put her other hand on my leg. Not bothered by this I just kept watching. At times when I noticed her grip get tighter I stared at her beautiful face. That was when I discovered I loved her. All the months we had been talking and becoming close I didn’t realise that I felt this way about her. I was 18 and she was only 15, barely even legal. What would people think? Would they call me a paedophile? I just put those thoughts out of my mind and kept staring at her.

 

“Do I have something on me?” Holly had noticed me staring.

“No only your beautiful face” I laughed, she looked confused

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“The most beautiful girl I have ever met. I mean it.”

“You said that differently than you usually compliment me. Have you forgotten that we are brother and sister?”

“No I haven’t”

“Wouldn’t that be Incest if you liked me like that?”

“Who says that would put me off? Nothing could stop me loving you Holly. You are too special for excuses like that”

“That’s so cute. I love you too” She then gave me the biggest hug she had ever given me before. Not wanting to push my luck I left it there and carried on watching the end of the film.

 

I began to notice Holly yawning more and more so suggested she go to bed. She agreed and went to get into her PJ’s. She came out again in little miss giggle pyjamas which looked so cute.

 

“I was going to wear me Hot pants and t-shirt but with you in the bed too didn’t want to seem like a slut”

“The same bed? I was going to sleep here. Are you sure you want me in bed with you?”

“Of course why would I mind?”

 

Still surprised at this I gave in and told her I needed to get a t-shirt and shorts. I normally only wear boxers to bed but wanted to be polite and wear something like pyjamas. I left the log cabin and went to my room. I took my boxers off and grabbed a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt and threw the on. I then headed back to the Log Cabin and locked the door behind me.

 

Holly was already in bed as I heard her shout for me to hurry up. Not wanting to annoy I ran to the bedroom and jumped in. She was already nice and comfortable under the covers so I jumped over her and lay next to her on the wall side.

 

“Hey bro”

“Hey sis…”

“This is nice isn’t it?”

“Yeah nice and comfortable feels nice to have someone to fall asleep next to… wait that sounds bad” We laughed

“Well let’s cuddle up and make it even better”

I sensed a slight sign of flirting in her voice as she spoke to me. Her asking to cuddle up was what made my hormones go crazy. As she put her arms around me, and mine around hers, my cock slightly twitched. Well would you blame me? Lying in bed hugging a beautiful and hot girl with the perfect body. Who cares if she was only 15 and that we felt like brother and sister.

 

“I love you Matt, I always have more than I could control. You have always been there for me when nobody else was. I would have killed myself tonight if you hadn’t cheered me up. I would like to thank you in the best way I know how.”

With that she leaned in and kissed my tenderly on the lips. I responded by kissing back. She gently tried to push her tongue into my mouth; I took the hint and opened. Her tongue swirled around my tongue and min around hers.

 

I was in heaven. My cock was throbbing as I lay there holding her while passionately kissing. I gently moved my hand down her body towards her ass. Reaching it I caressed her. With my other hand I move it up under her shirt and grabbed her small breast. I gently squeezed it while my two first fingers pinched her nipples. Her hand had moved down to my cock and had a hold on it. She began to move her hand up and down tossing me off.

 

“Stop one minute let me make you feel special first.”

“Okay take me wherever you want”

 

I let go of her and removed the annoying covers from the bed. Taking off her Pj’s to reveal her amazingly smooth and beautiful body. Her breast had light brown small nipples. Her pussy had a few hairs just above it and I could tell she hadn’t even started shaving yet.

 

“You are even more beautiful with no clothes on” I said as I began to kiss down her body. Slowly I kissed down her neck, to her shoulders down to her breasts. I made sure to kiss all around her nipples before licking them. When I first placed my mouth over her nipples she moaned and shifted her body slightly.

 

“Do you like that?”

“Mmm yes” She moaned as I sucked on her right nipple.

 

My hand was now running up and down her leg teasing her. Each time I got close to her pussy I stopped and went down again. One final time I went up but this time I touched it. It was soft and smooth I slowly slid a finger down her slit causing her to moan more. Not wanting to tease a moment longer I pushed the finger slowly inside her gorgeous pussy. With my thumb I rubbed her now exposed clit. As her pussy got wetter and wetter around my finger I stopped in order to push another inside her. I now had two fingers inside her fingering her frantically.

 

I could tell she was close as she was breathing hard and moaning constantly. Her body then began to shake as she hit her first orgasm, soaking my fingers.

 

“Oh my god that was the best, much better than when I do it myself…”

“You finger yourself? Didn’t think you did”

“Yea and I have always thought of you while doing it. I love you” We then kissed before I took my fingers out of her pussy and tasted her juices.

“Let me taste” I soaked two fingers in her cum and she took them into her mouth. Her tongue ran all around them as she sucked her own cum off my fingers.

“I taste good. Bet you taste better though…”

“You will have to wait I’m afraid missy. You have a lot more treatment from me yet”

“Can’t wait”

“You don’t have to”

 

Lowering my body so my head was level with her soaking pussy, I proceeded to lick her. She reacted with a loud moan. This caused me to give her another longer lick. I licked so much her cum was all in my mouth. I then began to literally eat her pussy causing her to give me more cum of hers to eat. Wave after wave of orgasm hit her and wave after wave of cum was fed to me.

 

“I think that will suffice”

“That was the best feeling ever. Hope you got enough cum I think I exploded five times in your face.”

“Yea and it was delicious” I said as I licked my lips.

“Your turn lovely, I have never done this before but I will try my best to please you”

“Just having you here pleases me honey”

“Well then this will please you even more then”

 

I watched as her small blonde head lowered itself down towards my cock. Before I was expecting it she licked the head of my 7inch long cock. I couldn’t watch due to the pleasure I was experiencing. I just lay back and stared up at the ceiling while Holly Licked and sucked my cock. It didn’t take long of her amazing treatment of me to feel the build up of cum in my balls. I warned her that I was about to cum but her just carried on sucking. I gave one last gasp as I exploded in her mouth.

 

“I’m sorry” I said. She then took my cock out of her mouth and swallowed all my cum.

“Why say sorry? I wanted you to do that. I have been waiting to taste your cum since I was 13years old, when we first met.”

“Really? You are full of shocks tonight. I don’t know about you but I’m tired I think we should sleep.”

“Sure we have all weekend to do more”

 

With that we both fell asleep in each others arms. That night I dreamt that I had finally fucked Holly. I wouldn’t have to wait long for it to become more than a dream…

 

To be continued...

This is my first story so comments both positive and negative welcome.

 

Mrs. Goodwin-Part 2

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The story so far… After school I had gone to say ‘good-bye’ to my lady PE teacher, Mrs. Joan Goodwin. She was in the coach’s locker room, in her underwear. Mrs. Goodwin induced me to caresses her breasts, and had invited he to come over to her house.

I rode over to the faculty parking lot, looking for Mrs. Goodwin’s car. I was very sure that she drove a Gold Duster, but I wasn’t completely sure. I cruised around the parking lot, trying not to look like I was loitering. Sure enough, Mrs. Goodwin came walking into the parking lot and headed toward that Gold Duster that I had pegged as hers. She had changed into a nice pair of tan slacks and a plain white blou

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se. I rode my bike over to her.

"Hi, Mrs. Goodwin."

"Oh hi, Andrew. Still here?" she said with a smile. She dug into the pocket of her slacks and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "Could you be a dear and throw this away for me?" she asked.

"Sure, Mrs. Goodwin," I said taking the paper. I got up on the pedals of my bike. "Have a nice weekend, Mrs. Goodwin."

"I’m sure I will, Andrew," she called after me as I rode away.

Once I had saw Joan drive away I un-crumpled the paper she had given me. As I suspected, it was her address and the notation ‘Give me ten minutes.’ That was easy enough request to follow, and I figured that it would take another ten minutes or so to ride over to her house.

I gave Mrs. Goodwin the ten minutes head start that she wanted, and then rode over to her house. I was right in my estimate of how long it took. Mrs. Goodwin’s house was a rather nondescript southern Californian late fifty’s era tract house. It was white with yellow trim, and a nice green lawn in front. Mrs. Goodwin’s car was in the driveway. I pulled my bike up in front of her car.

I had a kind of odd feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked up to the front door. I liked Mrs. Goodwin, I was still turned on by what happened in the coach’s locker room, and part of me wanted to continue, but also part of me wanted to run away. I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and rang the door bell.

Mrs. Goodwin opened the door.

"Well, hello there, Andrew," she said smiling at me. "Please come in. How nice of you to drop by."

She led me into the living room. I noticed that it was dark because the blinds were closed. She reached out her arms. I stepped up to her and we hugged for a long moment, nothing more. It felt so good just being held by Joan, feeling her breasts pressing against my chest. My penis was making itself known again. We then kissed on the lips. I was surprised when Joan tickled my lips with the tip of her tongue. I was ignorant of French kissing. With a little prompting I opened my mouth and let her tongue slip into my mouth. I was a weird feeling at first, but I sort of got used to it after a bit. I returned the favour and slipped my tongue into her mouth.

When we broke that passionate kiss. Joan patted my cheek. "Very nice, Andrew. You’re learning. Now, why don’t you have a seat on the sofa. Take off your shoes and stay awhile. I would offer you something, but I’m not used to having guests over to visit."

I did as I was told and sat down on the sofa.

"I’ll be right back, Sweetie."

I waited for what seemed like a long time, but was really just a few minuets.

When Joan came back in, she was wearing a satiny pink dressing gown. She looked very pretty. She sat at the end of the sofa.

"Come here, Sweetie," Joan said patting the seat next to her. I scooted over to her. I was quivering in anticipation. This whole thing was seeming like a dream. If it was a dream, I wanted it to slow down so I could savor every second of it.

She leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips again. It felt wonderful, again. Automatically, I took her in my arms. Locked in our embrace, Joan gently leaned back, pulling me with her. I reached out and took her right breast in my hand as we kissed deeply and passionately. Joan worked her dressing gown open and guided my hand to her bare breasts. I caressed those two perfect breasts.

Joan slipped her tongue into my mouth again. I was expecting it this time, so I let myself enjoy the sensation. With all of the stimulation by blood was coming to a boil. I broke our French kiss. I started smothering Joan’s face with kisses. My lips were every where: her eyelids, her ears, even the tip of her nose.

"Oh yes, Sweetie . . . Love me, Andrew, Sweetie, love me!" Joan murmured.

"I do love you, Joan!" I blurted out between kisses.

In her infinite wisdom she soon put her fingers to my lips. "Shush, shush, Sweetie. We have plenty of time. No need to hurry. Let’s just cuddle for a bit."

Reluctantly, I stopped my kissing. I rested my head on her shoulder, and Joan started to stroke my hair, after she closed her dressing gown.

"That’s it, Sweetie, just let me hold you."

"You know, Andrew, dear," Joan whisper in my ear after a few moments of silence, "I’ve always found you attractive, since that first day in class."

"I’ve always liked you, too, Joan."

"I’ve known that too."

We just held onto each other for a while. To continue my cooking metaphor, I had calmed down to a gentle simmer, and I guess that Joan could tell that it was time to turn the heat back up a bit.

"Andrew," she said with a mock seriousness in her voice, "You have been neglecting someone."

I gave her a baffled look.

She opened her gown to expose her left breast. I now knew what she was talking about. Back in the locker room I only had the chance to kiss her right breast, and the way we had been reclining on the sofa, it was my left hand that was free to do the feeling, so I was more inclined to reach out for her right breast. I knew what do.

As before I started kissing the base of her breast and slowly worked my way towards the nipple.

"Sweetie, you just know how to please me."

She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast. "We don’t want anyone to feel left out, dear." Joan then murmured and stroked my hair. "Oh yes, Sweetie, suckle my tittie!"

I decided to be a little bolder and I licked the sweet bud of her nipple. This seemed to hit a nerve.

"Oh yes, Sweetie, oh yes." Joan moaned softly. "Nibble on it, Sweetie."

I felt a little odd at this request, but I gently took her nipple between my teeth. I did not want to hurt her.

"That’s ... yes ... that’s perfect, darling, Sweetie, Andrew, lover, oh yes!"

With our any prompting I changed over to her right breast, and started kissing, licking and sucking on that nipple.

After a several minutes of that Joan stopped me again.

"You know, Andrew," she said taking my head in both hands, "You have me at a disadvantage: you have too many clothes on. Let’s start by taking your shirt off."

I obeyed and eased my OP polo shirt over my head and off. This was just the opening that Joan was waiting for. She kissed me on the right nipple. I almost jumped with the sensation. I had never thought of getting pleasure from my nipples, but they way Joan kissed them, changed my mind.

"Oh, Joan," I murmured, "That feels wonderful!" It was my turn to stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head. Her hair was very soft and fine. It felt good under my fingers.

Between kisses she asked: "Did you ever notice that when I assigned colors to the teams, I always had your team change to red shirts? I liked looking at your chest." She was referring to the individual squad teams in PE class. The boys wore reversible T-shirts: grey on one side, red on the other. To tell teams apart one team of the boys would change from grey side out to red side out, or go with out shirts; and the girls, much as the boys would have liked to see them change shirts; wore these stupid looking red tie-on bibs. "I always liked it when you chose to go ‘skins.’"

When Joan had finished kissing and caressing my chest, she leaned back in the corner of the sofa. She opened her dressing gown completely. She was wearing a very pretty pair of briefs. They had a lace waistband, and panels of lace that framed her mound. Much as I liked looking at her breasts, I could not take my eyes off of her pubes. My blood was starting to boil again.

"Would you like to kiss me down there?" Joan asked, noting my interest.

"Yes," I whispered huskily.

"Then come here, Sweetie."

There was something that I had to take of first: I took off my jeans and socks, so I was just wearing my briefs. My penis was straining at the front. There was even a little wet spot where I had leaked a little in my excitement. Joan smiled as I stripped off my pants. She reached over and patted the prominence in the front of my underwear.

"Very nice, very nice indeed!" she complemented me. "I’ll attend to you later."

I leaned over to her and kissed her full on the lips. Taking my time had worked well before, so I figured to continue with a winning strategy. I kissed Joan’s lips for a few seconds, then I moved to her cheeks, then down her neck, down her chest with a slight detour to kiss her under the right breast.

Joan, who had been breathing heavily, jerked and giggled. "That tickles!"

I continued by kissing down her beautiful body. Joan was about fifty years old, so her tummy was a little soft, but I didn’t care. On an impulse I rubbed my nose against her navel.

I slipped myself off of the sofa and knelt between Joan’s legs. By now I had reach the waistband of her undies. I didn’t take them off, I kept kissing her, through the smooth material of her panty. I eased my hands under her and held her bottom. I moved my lips closer and closer to her womanhood.

I had heard the locker room jokes about women’s pussies smelling like dead fish or rotten cheese. Joan had a very delicate scent, with just a hint of muskiness to it. I fell in love with the aroma of women’s pussies at that moment, although, never did I find one that had as sweet a perfume as Joan Goodwin’s. (Yes, over the years I’ve come across women who’s pubic hair was as rough as steel wool, who’s vaginal juices were as thick as used motor oil, and who did smell like rotten cheese.)

When my lips first touched soaking crotch of Joan’s panties, my penis felt like it wanted to burst. I new that I would ejaculate in an instant if I so much as touched it. I kissed up and down the length of her vulva. I then kissed in the crease where her legs joined her torso. There were wisps of fine public hair sticking out of her panty. I worked my tongue inside of her undies for my first real taste of heaven. It’s hard to describe the taste, but Joan was light, thin and sweet.

Joan was moaning and stroking my hair again. I was grunting and groaning in pure ecstacy.

"Oh Sweetie, take them off! Take them off, you tease!" Joan moaned.

In response I started easing her panties off. I stopped kissing her pussy, and as each little bit of skin was exposed, I kissed it.

I was slightly surprised. This was in the early days of ‘The Penthouse Revolution’ when men’s magazines first started showing the pubic hair of their models. From the few times I had seen those types of magazines I knew that women had thick amounts of public hair on their pussies. As I’ve mentioned, Mrs. Goodwin was in her fifties, so her’s was a little sparse, but long and fine textured. It felt good against my lips as I kissed across and down her mound of Venus.

When I came to between her legs I paused to take my first good look at a woman’s genitals. Here the information from Sex Ed Class was actually of some use. I did know the technical names of the various parts of a woman’s anatomy. Because of her age, a bit of Joan’s labia minora were peeking out, in what I would latter learn to a call a ‘butterfly.’ I thought it was a very beautiful sight. Again I kissed up and down the length of her womanhood. The tastes and scents were driving me crazy. The pot was about to boil over, to continue my metaphor.

"Use your tongue, Sweetie," Joan moaned. "Lick me, taste me, put yout tongue in me, Sweetie."

I did as I was told. The textures of skin and fine hair, combined with the ambrosia taste of Joan, were heaven on Earth for me. I didn’t want to stop, and from Joan’s moans and murmured endearments, she didn’t want me to stop either. I parted her labia with the tip of my tongue. I licked deeper and deeper into the folds of her womanhood. The tip of my tongue found the sweet bud of her clitoris, and I caressed it lightly. I was totally surprised by the reaction.

Joan groaned, moaned, arched her back, and clamped my head between her legs. She called out my name, and with an overarching "Oh Sweetie!" she collapsed.

I sat back on my heels. In my innocence I thought, for a brief moment only, that Joan might have had a heart attack. I was reassured when she started breathing deeply. She looked so beautiful laying there naked except for her dressing gown, which was wide open.

"Oh Andrew, that was wonderful!" she said smiling at me. "You know what I want."

I got up and sat back down on the sofa and closed my eyes. I may not have had an orgasm, but I was emotionally fulfilled. I had taken great pleasure in giving Joan her pleasure. I opened my eyes when I felt Joan move off of the sofa. She was positioning herself in front me, kneeling on the floor.

"Turnabout is fair play, Sweetie."

Joan leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I reached out for her breasts. Gently she pushed my hands away.

"Just lean back and enjoy, Sweetie. Let me do all the work now."

She rubbed my chest and nipples as she kissed me tenderly on the face. As I had done for her, she worked her way down my torso. I did as I was told and leaned back. At least until she got to the lower edge of my ribs. She hit just the right spot, and it was my turn to jump from being tickled.

"Oh, you like that?" Joan asked mischievously. "How about this?" she asked as she tickled the other side of my ribs with her fingers. I convulsed with laughter.

She smiled at me yet again. "I’m sorry, Sweetie, I just couldn’t resist. Lay back again. I’ll be good, I promise."

Joan resumed her kissing, studiously avoiding my ribs. When she got to my briefs she started easing the waistband down. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding. Joan was about to see my penis! No woman, except mom years ago, had seen my privates. I was struck with a sudden anxiety about my size, but I was enjoying myself too much to worry. I wanted Joan to see me.

Joan gently took my penis with one hand and pulled my briefs our of the way. My fears were allayed by what she said next.

"Beautiful! Just like I’ve imagined, Sweetie."

Of course I had masturbated, and enjoyed it very much. Now, with someone else, a beautiful woman, handling my manhood it felt better than it every had when I did it. Gently, knowingly, Joan softly pumped her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I was in heaven again. I closed my eyes to enjoy the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

I was startled when I felt something warm and wet on my penis. I opened my eyes. Joan had taken my erect penis in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down while she fondled my testicles. I was a wonderful sensation, but I didn’t want it.

"No, Mrs. Goodwin, no," I pleaded, "I don’t want to cum in your mouth."

Joan removed her mouth from my organ. "I won’t let you, Sweetie. When that happens I gag, and it ruins the mood." She resumed gently masturbating me. "Besides, I want you to cum in only one place." She gave me another mischievous look. "And that place is not here." She took my briefs off the rest of the way, and then stood up.

She held out her hand to me to help me off the couch into a hug. Our naked, or almost, bodies touched. The sheer pleasure of feeling her soft, warm flesh against mine was magnificent. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest, and my penis was squeezed against her leg. We kissed again, my hands scrambling for her breasts and bottom, while Joan took hold of my penis again. I struggled with alternating hands to slip her dressing gown off her shoulders. Shortly it joined the rest of our clothes on the living room floor. My manly instincts took hold, and I reached my hand between her legs to touch her pussy.

"Yes, Sweetie, that feels so good." Joan whispered in my ear as I slipped my finger between her labia. I rubbed around until I found her clitoris. She reach a small orgasm quickly. I was amazed at how sensitive she was.

Joan backed out of my hug.

"Come with me, Sweetie," she beckoned.

I followed her shapley bottom down the hall and into her bedroom. It was obvious even to my inexperience eyes that this was a woman’s bedroom: nice curtains, soft carpet, various feminine type knickknacks on the dresser and such. What I really noticed was that the bed had been turned down so it was open and inviting.

Joan laid down, and adjusted the pillows. "Come here, Andrew, lay next to me so we can cuddle some more." I took my place next to her and we eased into each other’s arms. Our lips met, and our hands roved.

I could not resist the allure of Joan’s breasts, so I wiggled down to kiss and fondle them while Joan played with my erect penis.

"Andrew, Sweetie," she whispered, "Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes, Joan, I’m ready." My words belied my nervousness. The Sex Education unit that was part of the overall heath class was useless at this time. I knew all about the difference between myosis and mitosis; the process of menstruation and a woman’s fertility cycle; and how the sperm and the ovum would come together to produce a zygote; but of the actual way bringing the two together was not covered in the course material. There were still things one had to learn hanging around on grubby street corners, or the boy’s locker room.

We rolled around so I was laying on top of Joan. She spread her legs and my penis touched her pussy. It was a marvelous and exciting feeling. I started to rub against her. Joan bent her knees and reached around and gently guided my expectant member into her vagina.

The sensation of entering a woman for the first time was, and is, a event really beyond the scope of words. It was warm, wet, velvety, and a thousand other wonderful words. I knew what to do, and I started thrusting. Ever the wise woman that she is, Joan wrapped her legs around my bottom to keep me from falling out. Being hyper-simulated I lasted only a minute or so before I had the most powerful orgasm of my young life. I groaned loudly and collapsed on Joan.

I was emotionally on edge. In the space of a Friday afternoon, I had been given my first adult kiss, felt my first women’s breasts, seen my first naked woman, tasted my first pussy, and now and my first of sexual intercourse. My breath was coming in heaving gasps and my heart was pounding. Then the sound of Joan softly crying entered into my world. That pushed me over the edge, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"I’m sorry if I did it wrong, Mrs. Goodwin," I blubbered. "I’m sorry, it’s all my fault."

Joan clutched me to her breast. She stroked my hair as we rolled back and forth.

"Oh no, Sweetie, no, no, no, you were wonderful. It’s just that it’s been almost seven years since I’ve had sex with a man. That’s why I’m teary." She kissed me on the cheek. "Oh, Andrew, you did more than that, Sweetie, you made love to me."

"I came too fast." I whispered sadly.

"Hush, Sweetie, I knew that you would. It wasn’t a disappointment." I could tell my the change in the sound of her voice that her tears were finished. "It’s more than just getting inside a woman. It’s all the wonderful things we did before. Now we have the wonderful things that come after." She paused. " Besides, we still have more time. We’ll have another chance."

"You mean it?" I asked.

"Of course I do, Sweetie. I’m trusting in the stamina of teenage boys." She pulled the top sheet over us. "Now why we don’t just lay here and enjoy each other."

So we lay next to each other, gently caressing each other, and softly kissing. Nothing strenuous or overly stimulating, just enough to keep the pot simmering.

"Tell me Andrew, do you masturbate?"

"Yes."

"Who do you think about?"

"Some of the girls," I said evasively.

"Like whom?" Joan asked teasingly.

"Well...Carla," I said naming one of the girls on my squad in PE.

"She is a nice enough girl. I don’t think she realizes what a teaser she is with her knickers always showing." Joan observed. "Any one else? Like Terry?" She said. "Her mother should buy her a stronger brassier."

All the guys were horny for Terry. She was very buxom, and single handedly made jumping jacks a spectator sport. "Yeah, I’ve thought of her, too."

"What about me?"

I swallowed. "Yes," I admitted softly.

Joan laughed and have me a big squeeze. "I had a hunch that you had, Sweetie."

"I’ll never think of anyone else!" I promised emphatically.

Joan laughed again. "You dear boy." She kissed me full on the lips again. "If you do ever think of someone else, don’t tell me." With that she picked up the pace of our caressing and fondling.

I did not need much to arouse me again, and I got that arousal from caressing Joan’s pussy. She was still wet from both of us, so I was able to slip my right middle finger into her vagina easily.

"Oh, Sweetie, yes, that feels wonderful." Joan said huskily. He breathing then became rapid and shallow. "Oh, oh, yes, Sweetie, lover, oh, don’t stop, oh, oh, oh." She moaned, her words tumbling out faster and faster. She clutched me tightly and buried her head against my shoulder to muffle a scream of pure pleasure.

I was taken aback by the intensity of Joan’s orgasm.

"Sweetie, you do that so very well." Joan said from my shoulder. "Now let’s do something different." She rolled me on to my back. "You see, Sweetie, the woman can be in charge sometimes," she told me playfully.

Joan draped her left leg over my legs. She rubbed my chest and kissed my face and nipples while she gently fondled my penis. I loved the sensations of her lips on by nipples and her hand on my penis. When Joan determined that we were ready again she knelt over me and slowly lowered herself on to my waiting penis.

For the second time that afternoon, I felt the extraordinarily wonderful sensation of being in a warm and loving woman. Joan slowly bobbed up and down.

"You see, Sweetie, this way the woman can control the pace to her liking."

What was to my liking was the fact that her breasts were dangling in front of my eyes. I took hold of those lovely orbs and fondled and caressed them to my heats content. I was able to take the nipples in my mouth as well.

"Oh yes, Sweetie, that is so nice. Yes ... yes." She murmured in pleasure.

As our climaxes approached Joan picked up the pace. I answered by thrusting with my pelvis to meet her strokes.

I moaned by pleasure, and with a cry of "Oh, Joan!" I ejaculated deep inside her womanhood.

The sensation of my semen flooding her was enough to push Joan over the edge of her orgasm. She gave and inarticulate yell of ecstasy and the she collapsed into my waiting arms.

We lay quietly in each others arms for several moments enjoying the feeling of each other’s warmth, and not wanting it to ever end. Regrettably, things had to move on.

"Oh Sweetie, Andrew," Joan whispered, "You were magnificent. It’s been so long since I’ll felt this way. Thank you, Andrew."

"Thank you, Mrs. Goodwin." I wanted to say ‘I love you, Joan,’ but I could not get the words out.

"Much I we might want to keep going, Sweetie, we have to stop." She smiled at me. "We’ve made a mess of the living room and my bed. We need to tidy up before Jack comes home."

The mention of her husband made me feel sick to my stomach. I had just cuckolded Mr. Goodwin. My upbringing told me that it was a sinful thing to do. Joan noticed the queasy look on my face. She held me tightly.

"I know, Sweetie," she said softly and slowly, "It may not be right, but you are very special to me, Andrew. And Jack has given up his rights to me. I’ve been lonely for a man’s touch."

This time I was able to get the words out. "I love you, Joan."

"I love you too, Andrew, my dearest, my Sweetie." We hugged tightly again. "Now come on, we’ve got work to do!"

Joan directed me to have a quick wash in her bathroom while she stripped the sheets of the bed. Joan brought my clothes to me. I was a little disappointed that while I was washing up she had gotten dressed again.

Things were all quiet when Mr. Goodwin came home from work. A load of laundry was in the washer, and I was sitting chastely with Mrs. Goodwin on the sofa, looking at scrapbooks from when she ran track at university.

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My names Crystal I’m about 5’2 shoulder length brown hair, honey brown eyes, 34d chest thick but slim body, tongue and a belly piercing. My best friends brother, Duce, stands at about 5’9 maybe a little taller around 175llb broad shoulders, nicely built body from working out and working as a mechanic. Lets just say that id liked him ever since we met an that weekend I was to find out he felt the same way.

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It all started when I took a trip to Indiana with my best friend Kristy, we were there bout 2 weeks when her brother Duce and there Ma came up to spend the next few days with us.

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3">When Duce first got there I was so happy ta c him, he had a faded pair of Anchor Blue jeans and a button down Aropostal shirt with a black cut off on. (Damn that boy is so fine…). When they got there I jus felt like because he hadn’t been able to pick on me for two weeks I had to start my little flirting games, so I went up to Duce an was like “ god you haven’t seen or picked on me or your little sis in like over two weeks and you cant even give us hugs” he just gave me a sly sexy smile and gave me a huge hug picking me up

( he knows I hate being picked up) than leaned over and gave his sister a little hug. After every one said there hellos and stuff we took everything in the house and all started hanging out, I never noticed how much I missed innocently flirting with Duce. That night Duce slept on the couch rite above me , I don’t know if he knew or not that every once in a while his hand would slip down and touch my face in the sweetest way, the way a lover savers his babygurl .

The next morning everyone was in and out of the showers trying to get ready to go over to their cousins Wren’s house. Well when I went into the shower Duce was laying on the bed in the bedroom the bathroom is located in. About two min. after I had gotten undressed Duce’s cus Ron needed to get his gel outta the bathroom so not thinking I just rapped a towel around my waste and heeded outside the door. Now mind you Duce is a horny 19 yr old male and I’m a damn sexy girl if I say so myself so that was just a great idea to pull off. That’s ok because I guess that was the first step into getting him to make a move. After that incident I got back into the shower horny as hell from seeing Duce sitting there in baggy black shorts an no shirt seeing him get a little aroused from seeing me in little to nothing.

Yah I guess you could say I was in need in some sexual relief, with that I leaned agents the shower wall and let my hand slide down between my legs stroking my slit then sliding a finger across my clit then putting one finger inside me moving it in and out trying to make sure I never moaned to loud. The whole time I was just imaging me leaning against Duce’s strong chest having his hand sliding down in-between my legs getting me ready for him to push up against that wall and fuck me making me cum all over his hard cock. My hand worked faster and faster till I came, I just stayed there breathing really hard trying to get a hold of myself, I than stepped outta the shower and got dressed.

That day me and Kristy manly stayed in or by the pool sunbathing, oh yah an me and Duce started throwing the football around till he decided he was ganna tackle my ass to the floor landing on top of me, ( damn I jus wanted to kiss him rite there). Well after that the boys went out to get some liquor ( beer, vodka, rum, ect..). Before Duce left he made sure to ask me what I wanted because he wanted me to drink with him that night which shocked me just a little bit because I’m so used to him looking at me like family and all of a sudden he couldn’t get me alone long enough. I just kept thinking in the back of my head that tonight might be the night that I finely get alone with him, get him the way I have wanted him for way to long.

Well when they got back from the store Duce and I started drinking and sitting down stairs in the basement talking about a bunch of shit, from school and work to clubbing and partying. I loved jus sitting there with him all close just talking, I wanted to be with him so bad, I was just to scared to make a move. Just staring in to his eyes I was lost, all of a sudden I realized he had jus asked me a question, crap what was it. He than asked again, he had asked if I was a virgin, wow y was he asking this was all I could think. Well unfortunately I wasn’t and not by choice I was forced into it by an old boy of mine. I didn’t want to be on this subject with him so I jus kind of shrugged an said “ sorrta now drop it“. Damn him for caring so much, he asked me why I looked hurt and what I meant by sorrta, I didn’t want to tell him but I thought maybe he wants to know for a reason. So I told him “ an old boy and I were fucking around an when I said stop and no, he didn’t, u know he didn’t “hear me“, …” well by the time I got half way through the story I was in Duce’s arms crying. He just took my jaw in his hand an lifted it up till I was looking in his eyes, he den began telling me that I was to beautiful to cry and that I should never cry over some jerk like that, that when you have a man the only thing sexually he should be doing with you is making love, not fucking you. After I stopped crying Duce gave me a kiss on the fore head and said that I should go straighten up and join him upstairs for a little bit, so I went an fixed my makeup and ran upstairs.

After Kristy and I played cards and stayed up a bit everyone started falling asleep so we went down stairs and got ready for bed. (Now remember I was still tipsy not so much in the mind but a lot in the body). Well after like ten fifteen minutes or so I had ta brush my teeth so I walked up the first and than ran up the second flight of stairs running rite into Duce while he was heading into the kitchen. If it wouldn’t have been for him grabbing me around the waste I probably would have rolled rite back down those stairs. He asked me something I said I was sorry for running in to him, then I tried to get passed him, he wouldn’t move. Duce all of a sudden got this lil sly smile on his face and said what do I get if I move I said whatever you want just move, he said “even this” and leaned in and kissed me. He than looked a little scared and got out of my way.

Well I ran up stairs to brush my teeth than came back down he was in the kitchen. Duce had his back turned to me so I slid my hands around his waste and kissed his shoulder, he turned around and apologized for before, I told him not to be that besides the fact that he tasted like smoke I loved it. He just told me to come back up stairs when his sister fell asleep, than when I said yes he said that I wouldn’t because I was to scared to. Yah rite I jumped at that opportunity. I came back up bout 20 min. later or so, when ever his damn sister fell asleep. I half walked half ran my ass upstairs, my heart was pounding in my chest I didn’t know what was ganna happen tonight but I new that with Duce I was ganna love it.

As I came up the second flight of stairs I saw Duce laying on the couch all spread out an comfy. Damn he looked so kute, as I walked over to him he sat up and started kissing me passionately, first I felt his lips press agents mine as his hands slid around my hips tracing circles al around, while slipping his tongue in to my mouth he forcibly pulled me into his lap, in which case I could feel his hardness agents my core, god id never wanted anyone so bad. I started grinding my hips agents his hardness loving how I could so easily make him breathe heavier and heavier. Duce quickly pulled back when my hand slid down his waste till I got to his hard length stroking it. Leave it to him to be so caring “ are you sure this is what you want?”. ( was I sure this is what I wanted could he not c the lust and passion in my gaze)

“ Duce I’m sure please jus don stop wat ur doing to me “ .

“how bout I do even better” and with that he slid my shirt over my head and started kissing down my neck nipping at my soft skin, listing to my soft moans than to my shock he slipped his hands up to cup my chest planting soft kisses and nipping at my flesh, taking first my rite then my left nipple into is warm inviting mouth nipping and sucking, making me squirm and moan into his shoulder. While he was doing this he also slid is hand down letting it trail down my stomach till he got down to the brink of my shorts, he than slid his hand into my shorts, trailing his way down till he got to my clit. Once that was found he slid his finger over it flicking it like a small bead, listing to me breathe harder and harder making me lean into him. As he started finger fucking me I started to kiss an nip his neck than down lower and lower till he slid his hand outta me as I slid down the floor between his legs.

“baby r u sure u want ta do this, u don’t have ta this isn’t give receive.”

“ yah I want to, I really want ta an don’t wry I know what I’m doin.”

“ alrite den take charge, but I’m letting u know that ur not ganna get me, I wont cum.”

(ok first off that’s a lil wired but ok) “ y, that’s y I’m doin it ta give u pleaser.”

“ baby u don need ta do that ta give me pleaser I mean dats great but dats wat bust downs r for, ur no where near being a bust down to me so I wont let u degrade urslef like one.

“ I’m not ganna fight with you but I’m ganna get you one way or another.” with that I slid my thumbs into his shorts an pulled them down with his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Looking up at him seeing his lips spread into a half smile his eyes closing slightly, his head sliding back, as I slid the tip of his cock into my warm inviting mouth. As I slid his long hard length in an out of my mouth, using a lil but more pressure with my tongue, sliding my tongue ring over all the sensitive spots on is cock. God I loved hearing him moan softly trying his hardest not ta let me hear how much pleasure I was giving him, he looked so sexy the way his face was and how kute and determined he looked.

After awhile of me not being able to get him ta let himself go, he pulled me up onto him so I was lying in his lap, as we laid there he slowly started nipping at my neck while slowly sliding his hands down my body, caressing my skin, making me want him even more. his mouth, nipping and sucking at my neck was keeping me occupied wit pleaser he dipped two fingers into my shorts. As one slid over my clit once again the other fond its way into my core. At first he moved at a slow rhythm but after a min or so he began to pick up the pace. As his fingers moved in and out of me faster and faster I began to whimper, hearing this he took more pleaser in my discomfort and placed his free hand over my swollen chest. Duce be began tweaking than pinching one nipple than the other. Lovein da feel of me squirming in his lap trying ta relieve the pressure he was putting into/on me. As he continued his pursuit over my body we began kissing and twisting in each others arms.

As we kissed an touched an played both of us seemed to have a new idea forming in our heads. He than started ta ask if I wanted him as much as he wanted me, an I knew I did so I panted yes.

“ you did bring condoms correct” I asked in a playful voice. As I looked into his I eyes I saw the spark flicker at the question.

“ baby I’m at my cousins house with almost all family what would I have needed them for I never thought that this was going to happen.” I could see the disappointment in his eyes. “ I think its time you got to bed anyway its getting really late and were bound to get woken up extremely early.

“ yah I guess your right, than il see you in the morning.” with that we said goodnights and gave each other one last passionate kiss goodnite.

I than walked back downstairs wondering if what happened tonight would ever be anything more than a once in a lifetime thing.

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The next day was a long one from start to finish… The whole trip back me an Duce were flirting so much. Starting from the first rest stop to the last.

When Duce an I got outta da car ta go into the bathrooms he stopped me an pulled me aside an kissed me, not a slow passionate kiss but a fast loving needing kiss, that took my breathe away.

“ babygurl if u really wanted ta finish wut we started last nite come into my room ta nite after she falls asleep” was all he said then walked inta da bathroom. At first I stood there in shock about wut jus happened I then decided dat dats wut I really wantd ta do…

All da way home duce an I played in da car whether it was poking or texting each others phones… ( god I loved they way we could b so playful an yet so seductive to each other at the same time.)

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Later on that nite after Kristy fell asleep I snuck into Duce’s room. As I walkd in all I could see was a dark room and an empty bed.

“ babi were did u go” I askd confused as hell when I walkd inta his room jus ta find him not there. There was now answerer.

As I walkd toward da bed I felt hands grab me around da waste, an b4 I knew it I was pinned up agents da wall feelin the hottest iv ever felt. He began kissin an tuchin me all over, “ babi im sri but one last time r u sure dis is wut u really want” Duce finily managed ta ask pullin him self from my lips an neck but kept my hands tightly held above my head.

“ yes Duce iv wanted you since the first time I ever chilled wit u … not only do I want you mad crazy, but please stop makin me wate an jus lay it down lik I kno u can” I guess that’s all he needed ta kno…

“ ight babi Il stop makin u wate, u kno I love u… ur my babi gurl fer life.” wit that he began slidin my hands behind my back so he could pin me wit his body as he slid my tank top over my head kissin an nippin my neck makin me moan his name. After he got my shirt off he turned me an pushed me onto his bed goin straight towards my shorts slidin them down my legs an ta da floor. He than started kissin an nippin at my body runin his hands over my chest an tummy an thighs till his hands than his mouth found my wet pussy… He teased me by slowly liken an caressing instead of jus giving it ta me… “ come on babi please jus fuck me, please…im not goin to change my mind” I moaned wile giving him a sexy needing look…

“ ight babi hold up den” wit that he stood up an got a condom from his to drawer.

I spread my legs wide an wated fer him ta take his place, I watched him slide his shorts off his body, watching his chest mussels tighten as he watched my body moving on his bed in anticipation of him making love to me…

After he placed the condom on his hard dick he slid his body on top of me an started kissin me. My hand found its way ta his hard cock an placed his tip at my pussy, I guess a nod from me an that was al he needed b/c he placed his hands on ither side of me an slowly slid himself inside… It was nothing like my first time, it was sweet loving caring, as he pushed all of himself inta me it felt amazing, my pussy walls griped his cock, I felt so filled… “ uh omg babi ur so fukcin tight… r u ok, im not hurtin u am I?”

“ mmm yah u r, only b/c ur goin so slow…” with that I rapd my arms around his amazing biceps an he started hittin it hard an deep… It was amazin the way his hard cock felt inside of me, the way he looked so concentrated an in control… I loved knowin that I was makin him lose that control ever so slowly…

“ babi I never new u liked it like this…” Duce moaned as he started pumping me harder wit his cock, getting off on how much pleaser he was giving me. My face showed how much I was loving his assault on my body I was biting his shoulder digging my nails onto his back, loving the feel of his body over mine… “ shit babygurl are you getting close, I can feel ur pussy getting tighter an tighter… god I love you…”

“ god babi yah im close… mmm omg im so close babi fuck me harder please don’t stop I want u ta cum in me babi please… mmm I love you too. Oh mmm…” wit that he hit me a few more deep stokes an let him self go deep inside me the second he let him self go my body let go just as fast an hard…

Duce jus feel beside me an pulled me onto his chest an began running his hands thro my hair… “babi I love you so much I never want ta let you go…you’re my perfect love…”

“ Duce I never want you ta let me go… I feel so safe with u ur my world my life my everything… I love you so much”

With that I feel asleep in his arms…

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The next morning I woke up back in his sisters room, “shit don’t tell me that was all a dream.. “ I mumbled to myself then with a smile I lookd down I was wearing the shit he was wearing… my phone went off an when I opened it I had a text from duce saying ( hey babi… morning want ta join me fer a shower my sis is out with mom… I love you… )

Im new at this comment appreciated be honest should I write more ta this er no….

RoomForRent ch4[AuntInAction]

Re0mablue on Love Stories

Aunt in Action

Hiding behind the clouds, the sun is slowly descending the sky marking the end of the day. Inside the campus, Vilma got all of her things prepared. She was a bit excited since this is the first time Rael will be escorting her home. Luckily an opening in the janitorial staff gave job to this young stud whose been living with her for the past weeks.

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Vi was delighted to know she will now have an escort everyday, and not only did she got a partner, most of her stalkers will have to think twice or thrice before they will try to approach her. “Are you done, lover boy?”

The lady instructor has been teasing the young lad since the start of the day. Most of her students think that he is indeed a boyfriend material. He got the height and the body which could drive a woman crazy. “Please stop calling me like that.”

Rael has been living for free in the past weeks so to pay back the kindness of Vi and Sheryl, he decided to accept the offer even if the pay is a bit low. “Surprise!!!”, a nicely fit body haggle Rael as both of them, including Vi, entered their room when they finally reach Mrs. Gran’s compound.

All three of them were merrily drinking when they heard someone knock at the door. “Hello…am I interrupting something?”, it’s Jun and it seems she not yet aware of the new job of Rael. The young lad is not actually proud to boast it on their neighborhood. “Yes, you are.”

Sheryl was more than just rude as she practically sneered at her presence. The young police officer knows that Jun is just using Rael so she can freely hook up with her boyfriend. She knows it but decided to hide it from everyone.

“Stop that…Rael is it okay if you can both talk outside instead.”

Rael has no problem doing that but his just disappointed because he was grabbing two gorgeous tits when Jun interrupted them. The lad locks the door behind him and pulled Jun behind the car. He told her why they are currently celebrating which made Jun’s eyes sparkle.

“Why won’t I give you a personal gift then…”

Before he could respond to her, she was already sitting below him grabbing his thick shaft. “Mmmmm…I love the taste of your cock.”, she quickly got his tube between her watery lips. Using swift motion of her head and with the assistance from her right hands groping his balls, Rael felt tremendously good as the young girl give him an on the spot blow job.

Then he heard some door opening slowly, he got his closed eyes widened as he took a glimpse of Alexis on the corner of his eye. He immediately decided to tease her this time as a pay back. “Wait…I can’t cum like this. Sit on the trunk.”

She’s definitely in no position to argue, sucking on his big, lively dick made her crotch juice up, making it easier for Rael to ram up his hard meat inside of her. “Oooohhh”, she whispered to his ear as if saying not to stop which is exactly what he did as she writhes in ecstasy with him pinching her nipples while kicking his way inside her hungry hole.

Her nectar is literally soaking the car’s trunk behind as Rael lifted her right leg so he can penetrate her even more. She can feel his rock-hard rod trying to break her womb. Rael can see Alexis rubbing her own breasts underneath her thin shirt.

“..mmoore…ahhh..”, Jun doesn’t know about the starving eyes of Alex stuck on them, all she cares about is how Rael’s drooling ram batter the inner walls of her hot luscious crack.

Slowly, Alex made it almost beside the two couple while kneading her supple big round breasts. She could not contain herself as she looked at Jun drooling all over her car while her other succulent lips drenched with warm pre-cum. The mayor’s daughter remains unaware of Mrs. Gran’s façade except for the lad whose eyes made contact with her.

Without any more remorse she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips, their spit mixing in and their tongue enjoying the other’s company. Even with Alex’s disturbance Rael’s soaking wet spear remain busy drilling its way inside Jun’s wet pussy. “..give it to me..yeah like that..”

“Ohhh…aahhh…I can’t take it anymore…”, while Jun fill the humid air with gasp and almost silent moan. Alex was trying not to shout as she felt Rael’s strong hands and fingers penetrating her womanhood. “Ooohhh…”, she groan almost in silence.

Blisters of sweat are forming on their forehead, down their smooth neck and sexy shoulders. Rael was almost at his limits beside him is a hot young and lonely housewife, Alex, whose tightening pussy almost pain his already soaking wet fingers. Right in front of him is a hot bode whose eighteen year old bust hasn’t ripen yet with her silky like skin and super midget hole, Rael can almost feel his monster load cumming.

“Oh..ohhh..this is it..Rael cum inside me…”

At that very instant, Alex is at the verge of her ecstasy as well and that almost at the same time both searing body of two women arc their back as the bliss of the moment came to them.

“Ahhhh…ahhahhh….”

“Oooohhh…”, as both women are catching their breath, Rael pulled the shirt of Jun and due to her weakening legs. She and Alex crumbled down with their face below Rael’s aching dick. He felt the thunder forming at his balls and as he release the nozzle. Threads of cum came landing to their pretty faces.

“..AHhhhhh..”, much to Jun’s surprised, Alex seems to be begging for more cum from Rael as she suck him dry with her warm hands caressing his still hot orbs.

“Mmmmm…” she tasted him like his some melting ice cream, while both of them are still in ecstasy almost in the mood for another round, Jun suddenly fall flat on the dirty floor. Alexis panicked a bit and asked Rael to bring the girl in her house, which the latter did without restraining.

“…please come immediately.”, those were the last words Rael heard as Mrs. Gran put the handle back on the phone. It seems that someone will be coming to take care of Jun, while help is on the way however, Rael took some necessary precaution and put some hot towel on her and even wiped her clean.

Soon a voice came out from the gate and when Alexis came back to Rael’s view, a beautiful hot asian babe came into his scrutiny.  She probably stands five feet and six inches tall, packed with marvelous thin waist and 38D tits which are almost as the same size as Alexis.

Rael didn’t notice that the girl behind her has awakened, “What are you doing here, Aunt Ela?”

“Please don’t speak, we will be taking you with us.”, she sound smart and elegant, and as she point her finger on Jun a five-foot flat tall Asian, probably a Filipina, came in the room and helped Jun up together with another maid which is probably from the same country as the last except for the fact that she looks much prettier than the other.

The maid uniform that she was wearing really covered her body but as she passes by Rael, he caught her gazing at him with a luscious smile. “Excuse me…thanks for taking good care of my loving daughter…I really appreciate it.”, our guy was forced to look at Ela. She is an exquisite Japanese beauty, her red lips and bombshell body made it hard for Rael to think that she’s already a mother of an 18-year old girl.

“She’s pretty isn’t she?”, the odd look on Rael’s face made Alexis rephrase her comment, “I’m talking about Jun’s aunt.”

A quick nod answered her, while rael’s eyes are focused on the beauties exiting Alexis’s door. “I need to go back.”, the young man stood up as he bid his farewell to Alexis. She was hoping if they could make it out on her bed but before she could say the word he’s already out her doorstep.

As expected, Sheryl and Vilma are no longer in the room when Rael returned. It’s Saturday but Sheryl has no holiday in her schedule, she’s a workaholic and thinks nothing but sex when she’s home. Vilma on the other hand has a meeting to attend to, he heard something about a PTA meeting.

Now he’s stuck in the room with nothing to do, he hoped he had stayed over to Alexis house and maybe something outrageous will happen eventually. But he doesn’t want to have his hopes up especially with a woman who loves teasing him.

Rael was almost at the middle of a movie when he heard someone knocking at the door. He thought it was Vilma, though it seems a bit too early, he opened the door and found the asian hot bod waiting outside with her skimpy uniform.

“Hi..uhmm…”

He grin at the sight of her, it doesn’t need an Einstein to guess what she’s thinking. Rael opened the door widely enough for her to fit the slim body of hers.

“uhmmm..”, she ravished him before he could even close the door behind the them. “..please fuck me quickly, I need to come back immediately.”

Quickly but carefully he opened her blouse revealing her huge round natural tits. It bounces through the air as he unraveled her bra. Like a hungry wolf he grabbed the see through panty she’s wearing and ate her juicy pussy. “slurrpp…shrrrruuuppp…shhlliiipp..”, the sound of his tongue as it flip her clit and her hungry hole echoed through Sheryl’s room.

She could not believe how experienced this young man is, each touches he made, made her back arc in ecstasy. Rael grabbed her big boobs with his strong hands while her tongue traveled along her brown and now lively areola. “uhhhmmm…shiirrrppp…”

“Put it in…please…”

Rael couldn’t wait as well; her moan and groan made his boner grew larger than ten inch. He can see the blisters of sweat forming on every pores of her body. She’s so hot and tasty, her perfectly tanned skin made the mood for Rael as he plunge his throbbing cock.

“Ooooohhh…ahhh..ah”, they can smell each other’s breath as he kissed him almost passionately. She’s so tight and every move Rael made could make him explode, and so he bit his lower lip while looking down at her succulent skin. “I’m comminnnggg…oooohhh”

Rael felt the pain of her finger nails behind him as she came. He couldn’t stop himself and so he bit her long neck living a mark of lust. He almost pulled his cock out but she did it herself and to his surprise, she put his still throbbing rod in her other hole.

“Now..fuck me up the ass..i love it up the ass..”

He was shocked but he couldn’t let this opportunity slide and so without  a word he ram his still slimy steel in her ass. “Yeahh…so good..”, each of her moan made Rael even stronger and wilder. He slapped and grabbed her ass as he pound his now eleven inch cock inside of her.

He can feel her inner walls trying to squeeze his rock-hard bone which made him even crazy. Rael caught her black long hair and to give her pain and pleasure at the same time. He pulled her hair soshe can’t get away.

She’s drooling wet, he can see her juicy wet lips dripping and with his free left hand he filled her. “Ahhhh…yesss….ooohhh..”

“fuck me..fuck me more…”

He lifted her up and fucked her dog style; her smooth luscious skin was slippery with their mixed sweat and so he clutches her hips and banged her as quickly as he could behind. Her breath has increased as Rael increased his pacing; with every pounding he can see a drop of her cum on the floor.

“I’m cumming…”

“Me..to—tooo…cum inside my ass..”

“No..i want your face…”

After four more banging action she arc her back as she came,”…yesshhhhh..ooooh”. He was about to come as well so he snatch her body and turn her around the bed.  I want to cum on your head, is what he’s been thinking. He didn’t know it himself that he had fetish for this stuff, not until now…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goddess

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;                      A. G. Thomas




As I watched George's wife from the corner of my eye I wished, oh to hell with what I wished cause there was no way in hell it was ever going to happen. But damn it Latisha was one fine looking woman, and negro or not, living in the south or not, if I could somehow get her in bed I wouldn't give a shit what any of my redneck inbred fucking friends might say. But my chances of that happening were slim to none as I was white, well not just white but ugly as sin as well.

Fact is I take quite a lot of ribbing about being the stereotypical big, dumb hillbilly and I guess in a way that does describe me to a tee. Except I'm not dumb! Big yes, but not dumb. Why George even took a liking to me I can only imagine, but I'm glad he did. More then once being his friend kept me from getting my ass kicked and not just negro's either.

In bar room brawls for instance race doesn't usually come into play. What usually does is gang up on what is perceived to be the biggest dumbest fucker there, me. And this is how I pay him back, by fantasizing about fucking his wife. No, not just fantasizing about fucking her but loving her.

As I looked at my cards again and then doubled the bet Latisha bent over my shoulder putting another beer beside me. Her small firm tits brushed against my shoulder and her heady scent and closeness made my nine inch cock jump to attention. In that second all I could think of was that I sure was glad no one could see under the table.

Stammering like a love sick puppy I thanked her for the beer but her reply was drowned by her husband sudden laughing declaration that I had a crush on her. I must have blushed like a school kid who'd been caught looking up some girls skirt as the other players all turned and looked at me. For a second you could of heard a pin drop and then four other voices joined George's in laughter.

I was so embarrassed felt like crawling under the table. Telling him to shut up I took a half hearted swing at him hoping like hell no one had noticed that I hadn't denied it. But George and everyone else quite laughing when she said that was sweet. For a heartbeat the other players attention shifted from me to her as continuing to lean against me she absently ran her long fingers through my shaggy crop of hair.

In the next instant the silence was broken as together with staring into her husbands face she musical intoned maybe now that another man found her attractive he'd pay a little more attention to her. I wanted to believe it was more to tick off her husband then to show affection to me she cradled my pug ugly face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. But as our lips came together hers parted slightly and her tongue fluttered lightly over mine.

A golden goddess. A 12 plus on a scale of 1 to 10 standing maybe 5 feet 7 inches and weighing around 109 pounds with measurements that I guessed to be 34 x 21 x 33. In my book a perfect figure and to me the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm sure a lot of guys probably thought she was skinny and small busted, but like I said, to me she was the perfect woman.

I know George was always saying she wasn't breeding stock, too damn skinny. Breeding stock needed some meat on their bone's, something to hold onto, whereas women like his wife were for show. Why did I say golden? Well because her perfect smooth skin was a soft honey color giving her the appearance of a suntanned white woman. She might not have been quite as beautiful as Halle Berry, but put them side by side they could have passed for sisters. And like Halle somewhere in her family's past there must have been at  least one white person.

God but she was beautiful,. She had the looks and a body I could love and hold forever if given half a chance. I tried to imagine how marvelous it would feel to hold and fondle her, to have my lips on her perfect breast and to nibble on her nipples. But what really got to me was her long shapely legs and her tight perfectly shaped ass.

Oh sweet fucking Jesus that really got to me. I would beat my meat for what seemed like hours as dream like visions of her with her long shapely legs wrapped tightly about me. More then once I might have filled a glass with cum as visions of her bucking and writhing beneath my sweaty overweight pale body filled my head. What I most often fantasied about though, and what really got my nuts in an uproar, was dreams of her pleading for me to shove my cock into her and fuck her like her husband never had.

An hour later as the game ended, and I was about to help my best friend straighten up Latisha put her hand in mine asking if I'd come to the kitchen and help her clean up the evenings mess. Looking stupidly at George he only chuckled telling me to go with my girlfriend and that he and the others would clean up. Her fingers entwined with mine and her light voice urged me to follow saying she had something that needed my attention.

Once through the kitchen door I noticed it was spotless, nothing out of place and as the door closed behind us I stood there stupidly with my back against it asking what needed my attention when she whimsically said she wanted to thank me for being so sweet. As I stood there bashful and stuttering my mind began playing tricks on me. I imagined that instead of her telling me how sweet I was she instead had thrown her arms about my neck and kissed me.

Seconds later my fantasy became realty. Stunned I simply stood there as her lips met mine but as her tongue probed at my lips and then entered my mouth I began shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. As instinct took over my tongue lashed out to met hers and for a moment as our mouths mashed together I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. My hands, which had been on her waist slowly rose and as they came into contact with her pert small breast my fingers began to knead, caress and tweak her nipples into hard nubs of arousal. From the other room muted laughter and voices came to me and then I forgot all about my best friend and the others as her soft moan of pleasure drowned everything else out.

All to quickly though the vivid fantasy was over. With difficulty my eyes focused on her standing before me saying something I hadn't heard let alone understood. When I continued to stare at her stupidly she surprised me by rising up on her tip toes and putting her lips to my ear. Her warm breath against my ear as she whispered that she wanted, needed to see me sent shivers up my spine.

Dumbfounded I stood looking into her eyes searching for any ray of mirth or hint that she was playing some game. Seeing none I stammered like a school boy nothing would make me happier. Opening the door she pushed me through loudly thanking me for being such a gentleman while under her breath she said she'd call me tomorrow.

I could hardly sleep that evening and by the morning I was a wreak. I must have looked even grubber then I normally did for George kept poking fun at me. He must have asked me a couple of dozen times if after the card game I'd visited Sylvia. I ignored him but if truth be told she was the whore that I spent most of my money on. After work instead of going out for a beer with the guys I rushed home.  On the way home I kept thinking how stupid I was for thinking that Latashia would bother with someone like me, and if I could have kicked myself in the ass I would have.

As I entered my small five room house the phone was ringing. Thinking that it might be George or one of the others I picked it up and without waiting for them to say anything I growled I didn't feel like partying and to stop bothering me. Slamming the phone down I went into the bathroom where just as I'd removed my clothes the phone began ringing again. I was really pissed as without bothering to even wrap a towel about me I stomped from the bathroom to answer the phone.

As I picked it up the thought that whoever it had been must have hung up as there was only silence on the line. But just as I was about to slam the phone down thinking the guys were playing games I heard soft breathing, Latashia? As I stood there naked hanging onto the phone as if it were a life line and breathing as if I'd run 10 miles her soft musical voice asked why I'd hung up on her and then she was telling me she was right outside and to let her in.

Forgetting that I hadn't a stitch on, was all sweaty and smelly from a hard day of work and not even thinking that hearing her voice had given me a raging hard on I strode to the door throwing it open just as she lightly tapped on it, God she was beautiful. She was wearing a dress I'd only seen her in once before, one that when she'd worn it I couldn't keep my eyes off her. It was a short little thing, bright yellow in color with hardly enough material to be classified a dress.

It was one of those off the shoulder things that was form fitted and tight over her breast, small waist and full hips with a none existing back that if it hadn't started up again at her waist you could have seen her butt crack. It flared ever so slightly around a hem that just barely covered the tops of her stockings which I assumed was to allow her easy movement when she walked. All of this I took in in an instant, but then the wide eyed look of astonishment on her face and her nervous giggle brought me back to my senses. I tried vainly to cover my nakedness without much luck while stammering I was sorry.

Stepping inside she closed the door and then to my surprise she pulled my hands aside pressing her body to mine huskily whispering that she could see I was glad to see her. I tried to tell her I was hot and sweaty, that I needed a shower but her lips against mine silenced me. She tasted and smelled like honey suckle and my mind swam with heady thoughts of sex as I held her tightly kissing and fondling her. Before I realized it had happened I had picked her up and carried her to my bed where a heart beat later and with soft whimpering words of encouragement from her I had stripped her of the skimpy dress.

With but the sheerest of pale pink lacy bra and bikini panties covering her she lay back stretching seductively as I sat on the edge of the bed worshipfully gazing at her. I had to be dreaming I mumbled to myself. There was just no way the Goddess of my dreams could be laying on my bed. In the next moment her soft graceful hand touched my naked thigh and then her fingers closed, or tried to, around my pulsing manhood.

Despite my wanting nothing better then to climb atop her I came to my senses enough to tell her I needed a shower. But her only answer was to squeeze me tighter and then to twist about on the bed till her face was inches from my crotch. Soft mummers that I smelled just fine, that I smelled like a man went almost unrecognized as her tongue flicked out lightly touching the tip of my prick. Her warm breath felt like a heat wave on my dick and balls and I swear I grew another inch both in length and girth.

I honestly thought I was going to have a heart attack as her lips pressed against the tip of my dick. With quick loving smacks she kissed the head of my cock while at the same time her tongue tickled and probed at my piss slit. Her hand had never left my prick and now as her other began caressing my testicles it squeezed and stroked my cock like a farmers would if he were milking a cow. Mesmerized I watched as her lips parted and then closed over the thick knob of my cock.

Rising to her knees she bent over me taking even more of me into her sweet mouth. Together with rolling my heavy balls with one hand she continued to stroke and massage my dick with the other. At the same time she was doing so she began slowly bobbing her head and purring softly along with taking another inch or so between her lips. Brushing her hair aside so that I could see her pretty face better as she worked and slaved over my dick I almost shot my wad as her soft red lips met her hand.

Releasing me her hand slid down to my sweaty thigh squeezing it and thus allowing her unhampered freedom to my dick. Her face turned slightly and her eyes, twinkling like two stars, looked into mine as soft mumbled words I couldn't understand came from around the thick knob of my cock.  

Her mumbling becoming louder, more insistent and her hands rose to my chest pushing me back onto my bed.  As my back hit my bed she straddled my face. Only then did it dawn on me what her mumbling had been about and I didn't hesitate for a moment. With eager fingers I worked her frilly lace panties down and off and a ragged breath later my face was buried in her snatch.

Like a dog lapping water from a stream my tongue lapped at her moistness as if it were the nectar of life. When it was that she released my cock and rolled onto her back I don't know neither did I care. Though like any other man I liked having my cock sucked I was to interested in my own labor of love to care if she was returning the favor.

Lifting her slight body and repositioning her further onto the bed I again lowered my face between legs. Her moans of pleasure, her soft vows of love were like music to my ears as she ground her sweet smelling pussy against my face.

A lifetime later along with tugging on my ears she laboriously whimpered make love to me Mikie, make love to me like George never has. Slowly crawling up over her I held myself aloft like a recruit about to do pushups for his Marine drill sergeant. A heartbeat later her fingers were guiding me to the promised land. A place that even in my wildest dreams I had never thought I would feel about me.

As her legs parted and then entwined about me my dick slowly ever so slowly sank into her hot welcoming pussy. Her lips against my ear breathing words of love and of the need for a strong caring man tickled my ear like music. If I hadn't loved her before at that instant I loved her beyond all reason.

Forgotten was the fact that she was the wife of my best friend as together we slowly began to move against each other. My own words of love mixed with hers almost like a song as for a lifetime we slowly and tenderly enjoyed each other. Though we each had a mad need for the other our love making was not urgent.

At least it wasn't until in combination with her scream of ecstasy and a trembling of her petite body against mine my testicles erupted. Like a volcano erupting my cum exploded from my balls rushing upward like lava through my pulsing cock to flood her womb.

For an eternity we held each other whispering words of love, of affection and then once again we made love. That was several years and many secret rendezvous ago and though I still think of George as my best friend and continue to visit his house for the twice monthly card games that's not the real reason that I go.

You see there are three beautiful daughters who in every way are the spitting image of their mother. Daughters who bring a smile to my lips every time I see them, and it's not because I'm their God father either.