I first saw Michelle staring through the window while she sipped her mocha. It looked like a double tall; I thought I heard her say she wanted a quad. I never looked at her refection in the window or I might have been scared off cause a few months later she admitted to me that she was staring at me, while I looked at her. She was an oasis in a hot dry desert to.

 

I like women that are bigger than me; Lucy was just a little bigger but Michelle was a lot bigger. Her shoe size was the same as mine but her arms were longer her hands were bigger and she wore a extra large for a shirt size, and I only wore a medium large for a shirt, her Levi’s were thirty-eight waist by thirty-four inseam, mine are thirty-six by thirty-two and I had a little pot belly growing and some fat on my ass.

 

I am five nine and she had to be six two at least. I liked the way she kept the young girl look with her hair in pig tails and wearing short plaid dresses and white shirts, but she had to be all of twenty-six. As stocky as Michelle was, I figured her to be one forty one thirty, it was obvious that she spent a lot of time in the gym toning her thirty-six twenty-eight thirty-eight body, and shaping her muscles, because she was built in the arms and legs and had very little fat regardless of her sizes. Her washboard flat stomach was visible from across the street. I later found out that Michelle was a trainer at two gyms. I never had a trainer but I went to my gym two and three times a week just to keep my pot from getting bigger, but compared to Michelle I was less then a novice.

 

It was fate; we started coincidently running into each other at stores the deli, we liked the same restaurants and coffee shops, other times our movements just happened, like two hands playing a piano. At any rate we started to sit together on our little coffee clutches and talk just about everything or nothing just read or worked crossword puzzles. That turned out to be the trigger that caused my girl to get pissed. I knew that Lucy was jealous and for that reason I never took Michelle up on her offer to work out with her. I wanted to spend time with Michelle but Lucy wouldn’t stand for it. It was okay for her to sit, talk, and laugh with whomever she wanted to, but when I did it I was fooling around. So after a few weeks of us arguing about who we were or weren’t seeing I got sick of the double standards and broke it off.

 

For a short while I actually blamed Michelle for our trouble and found myself being rude and snubbing her. I was shocked when I realized that she was never at fault, and I knew then that I wanted us to be more than casual acquaintances. I started looking in all the places I knew she frequented or where I had seen her. I even went to the two gyms where she worked and all they would say was that she was booked. I needed to find her so I could make some sort of apologetic gesture, and I just wanted to find her, but she was nowhere to be found.

 

I was starting to think that she had moved away when I saw her sitting at her favorite table looking at me through the window and smiling. I felt my heart flutter a little and I filled with joyous relief at finely finding Michelle, my legs even turned a little rubbery. I would at least be able to make my apologetic gesture, and an excuse. When she waved at me to join her I became ecstatic and tripped over the step as I entered and again when I started to walk over to Michelle’s table after I picked up my drip coffee.

 

“I’m so glad to have run into you! I’ve been looking all over for you!” I said frantically as I neared the table, stumbling again over nothing but my feet.

 

“Well that is a change from the cold shoulder that you gave me a few weeks ago.” She sounded humorously sarcastic then warmly added, “One of the guys at my gym said some guy was looking for me, and I thought of you right off.”

 

She sounded so happy to see me I sort of knew that she wasn’t upset with me but I started to apologize anyway, “Well that is one of the reasons I’ve been looking for you. I want to apologize for my rude behavior the last few times we ran into each other. You see in a roundabout way I blamed you for my breakup with Lucy. I realized how wrong I was and wanted to say something to you. Like I am both sorry for blaming you and glad that I have separated from her.” I said desperately in almost one breath and then took a big swig of coffee and waited for a reply.

 

“Oh I knew what you were doing boys are sadly funny that way and I was not insulted by you at all. I was actually sorry to hear of the break up through our mutual friend.” Michelle said in a reassuring voice.

 

“A mutual friend?” I questioned.

 

“Lydia. The counterperson here.” Michelle pointed out as she nodded her head in the direction of the counter.

 

“Oh…? I did say something one day when she asked me if I was okay,” I explained. I was surprised and pleased to hear that I had been talked about in a positive context.

 

“So if you’ll forgive me for asking is it over between you two?” Michelle quizzed warmly.

 

“Oh yes…! It is over!” I replied and remarked, “She has tried to reconcile twice but I was not interested. I am still mad at myself for letting it go on as long as I did.”

 

“So was it more than just us?” Michelle pried with a warming interest.

 

“Lucy was very possessive and very double standard with… her possessiveness.” I responded and explained, “it was okay for her to talk to other people even meet them when she was out without me, but I could not talk to anybody else without being given the third degree much less meet someone else out for a simple cup of coffee, I just got fed up with her attitude.”

 

“So I was at fault in a round about way.” She acknowledged and smiled.

 

“No… no… no! It was her own guilt about her double standards. It drove a wedge between you and I and Lucy and I; any way it is done and I am glad to be free.” I said assertively.

 

“Free huh nobody else to take Lucy’s place?” Michele asked warmly.

 

“To be honest I was hoping that you might be interested in resuming our little coffee clutches? Maybe take a dinner or two with me sometime?” I shocked myself with my forwardness as I responded to her warm inquisitiveness.

 

“You know I was very possessive with my last boy friend. I do not like to share or be shared.” Michelle declared firmly adding, “It isn’t wise to bed down in groups or with strangers, any way I find sex much more gratifying in a one-on-one relationship. I like to know that I am the only one, and I am possessive and don’t mind being possessed to a point. How about you?” 

 

“I don’t mind sharing my girlfriend with another girl, but I draw the line at sharing her with another guy.” I acknowledged and added, “I find the intimacy shared in a one on one experience much more gratifying, and more so when I am confident that I am the only suitor. I don’t mind admitting to my possessiveness, and… I admit I do like to be possessed it makes me feel more wanted.”

 

“Why do you not mind your girlfriend taking up with another woman?” Michele asked with an alluring tone in her voice.

 

“I had a girlfriend Kayla a while back that was bi and wanted to have as she put it, a hard cock inside her sometimes and a dildo just didn’t do it for her. Any ways I think women have a stronger desire to please, and get more pleasure from pleasing than men do.” I said as I warmly reminisced.

 

“I’m bi, and you are you bi?”

 

“No. I have only been casually interested but hardly motivated.”

 

“How does that work?”

 

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

 

“How is it that you are casually interested but not motivated?”

 

“I doubt that there are very many truly content guy men or women. The questions that always dig at me are, why are they so promiscuous? Why do they break up so many times? And why are they the largest numbers in the mate swapping clubs?” I cut my dialogue short as I felt myself climbing upon my soapbox.

 

“So you don’t like to share; you are not gay, and you don’t flit around, but you like to think about your girlfriend going down on another woman.” She recounted frankly then asked, “Have you ever been attracted to another man?

 

“Well I guess that is accurate a little oversimplified but accurate.” I affirmed then admitted, “I have never found the gay type very attractive; but I have found myself thinking of this one man I knew, he seemed so nice and I was in a mysterious way attracted to him sexually, but I…we… I wasn’t even sure he was gay, but I think I would have given in to his seduction. I like viewing lesbian pornography I find it very arousing, and to be in the same room with them and just watch is a persistent fantasy of mine.”

 

“You have been very revealing; I mean that fantasy about that man you knew. I don’t think you are gay just honest, I think a lot of men have those fantasies and hide them from them selves. You know Gary we have a special date coming up?” Michelle posed with a very seductive tone in her voice.

 

“I thought today was our special date, you know us finding each other at our favorite place. I didn’t know that we had a special date already.” I said with a puzzled look on my face.

 

“Yea May 5^th. Last year is the day I stared at your reflection in the window.” She recalled warmly, “You kept looking away not wanting to get caught. I was relieved to see your shyness dissolve as we got to know each other.”

 

“A year has gone by already. Boy! The days are rushing by faster and faster aren’t they?” I said in astonishment, and then ventured, “You don’t have anyone making claims on your time do you?”

 

“No. Why?” Michelle laughed.

 

“I was thinking we could have one of those dinners and celebrate. A fancy dinner out, on me.” I exclaimed happily.

 

Michelle’s rustling brought me back from my reminiscent dreaming, to the bed we were now sharing, as she pulled my body tighter to hers and squeezed my flaccid shaft as she dozed. Her warm breath caused goose pimples to rise as it accumulated in my hair. I was amazed at how I still tingled from the pleasures that Michelle lavished upon me, and surprised at how good it made me feel to pleasure her the way I did. I felt new life stir in my penis when her hand stirred again pulling and squeezing it, while she slept. I remember going to sleep with her hand holding my penis and still holding it every time I woke up. Time must be standing still the sky is no lighter than it was when I started to dream. I closed my eyes and drifted back to our dinner, what a feast, for our special date, and our conversations.

 

“I am curious why you don’t have a boy or girlfriend now? If you’ll excuse my nosiness.” I pressed on.

 

“My last girl friend wanted to come back with me while I was helping Mom grieve for Dad’s passing.” She started.

 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know, a family lose is always hard, and a personal matter.” I interjected and tried to comfort.

 

“Oh don’t worry I am not close neither of my parents. I don’t hate them it is just that they nit pic me to death, or I argue with them over just about anything. I prefer that my parents think that I am celibate, rather than bi, and she wanted to change that.” Michele explained adding, “My Mom still doesn’t know and I don’t think she would adjust to it easily.”

 

“I think a person should know that their friend will act appropriately and respectfully. I know how parents can be about perspective friends, or mates. I didn’t want to take Lucy but she was so pushy that I took her to a dinner anyway. She didn’t embarrass me too bad but Dad knew that she was the leader, and harassed me for weeks afterward.” I remarked adding, “I think we have a similar family life. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was a teenager but my step Dad is the spitting image of my Dad. You ever see anything like that?”

 

“Hell yes! My girl friend from college had a boyfriend that smoked cigars and yelled at the games on TV just like my Dad would. He would ignore her flirtations even get cross at her until the game was over then maybe they would go to bed and have sex, they didn’t do it for very long either, and then they both started snoring. So when she finely dumped him she gets this girlfriend that ‘get ready for this’ smoked cigars, yelled at sports on TV, and snored. To a tee this girl matched right down to the way she imitated Groucho somebody with her cigars, and even rebuked her advances until after the game, and yes they both snored.” She related her story warmly but with tones of sarcasm.

 

“That is incredible.” I exclaimed.

 

“So you never had a bi experience?” Michele asked only very alluringly as if she thought I was hiding something.

 

“Oh just the curious touchiness and fondlings, and compairings that go on with kids.” I clarified.

 

“So if you liked a man would go down on him?” she pressed.

“I suppose that would depend entirely on how we felt as a couple. I have never had any persistent fantasies involving males.” I answered as sincerely as I could and asked, “Would that change anything between us?”

 

“No. If we were going together Gary I would be hurt if you left me for another man.” She sighed and continued, “You sounded like you missed… Kayla was it?”

 

“Yes…Yes I miss her sometimes.” I said sadly.

 

“What do you miss most about her Gary?” Michele pressed on.

“Honestly?” I stressed.

 

“Yes! Now I am intrigued I want a honest answer.” She said smiling broadly.

 

“She could give head. She gave meaning to the term art form to the act of oral sex. Like you; I bet you do really good at oral sex, and you do it because you want to, not because you think you should. Well Kayla liked to get me to…” I paused as I searched for the right word.

 

“Cum!” Michelle interjected.

 

“Yes…!” I exploded then calmed as Michelle put her hand on mine and continued, “So I would try to get her to cum on my face and at least pleasure her that way and not because I felt I had to either; I wanted to. If she were a man I would have gone down on her because I liked her and would have let her cum in my mouth just like she did for me.”

 

“My! You still feel strongly about her. Why don’t you try to get back with her?” Michelle asked.

 

“We kept in touch for a while. The last two letters I received from her were to let me know she was in love with another woman and the second one was to let me know they were still going strong, and that was almost two years ago. I hope her girlfriend really pops her cork. I am happy for her, really…” I replied with conviction and warmth then pried, “And you; what about your last girl friend, what do you miss about her?”

 

“I would say the one thing or the part of our relationship I miss is her eager receptiveness to my pleasuring. She could get wet and was always trying to pleasure me.” She replied smiling as she mused on a fond memory or two.

 

“And why haven’t you reconciled with her?” I challenged.

 

“She was and is an exhibitionist.” Michelle started, “She was really into exhibitionism; and me, I think what a couple share should be kept to them selves, unless the two of them want to like Lanai and her new friend. They did finely get into some legal snafu over public lewdness. I’m sorry she got busted, and I’m happy she found someone else to be with.”

 

“I did like feeling her up in the movies though, she could ‘cum’ at the movies and the way she kept it so quiet you couldn’t tell unless you had your finger inside her. I admit I did find that very arousing, and we both left the seats wet.” She told the story so sweetly, and when it was over she just sat there looking at me for a while. We were there for three hours eating, drinking, and laughing totally oblivious to the crowd as we told our stories.

 

We sat there for several minutes just quietly enjoying our silence after hours of yakking away and laughing. My gaze strayed to her mouth and as I was looking at her lips I felt my penis turn hard. I pulled my eyes back to look at her face and her forehead was reddening and a blush was on her cheeks, and I could see veins in her temples. I thought to myself our thoughts are the same? My penis relaxed a little and I felt some juice trickling down my thigh as I sat.

 

“I have an idea!” Michelle exclaimed, “Lets go to your place…” she paused a broad grin beamed as she looked around took my hand gently then whispered, “lets go to your place I want to suck your cock, and get your cum in my mouth.” Then she giggled impishly and held my hand.

 

I was stunned my heart was pounding in my throat as she sat back, her fingers still holding my fingers. I could see her large nipples bristling under her blouse. I thought my god they are huge, and how my mouth turned pasty as I thirsted to suckle them. Then as I struggled to speak only the embarrassing stammers and stutters came out at first and then finely the words came, “I would like you to come over very much.” I said softly then waved for the check with my free hand.

 

As I reached for the trey Michelle put her hand on mine saying, “Let me treat.” Then asked, “you won’t be offended will you? I want to treat you to this dinner, as celebration of a renewed friendship and the beginning of a new relationship. What do you say?”

 

“I say fine. How could I refuse such a nice offer?” I agreed smiling; my hand still tingled from her warm touch. I marveled at how much bigger her hand was compared to mine her big boned body gave her a powerful look, and she was lean. Most of the women I have known that had a bone structure as Michelle’s were plump even fat, and some were very attractive, but the meat on Michelle was toned muscle, tempered with a soft plumpness, giving her body a very powerful look that I found to be enthralling.

 

“The cab is mine too. I think we have both taken too many turns at pouring the wine.” Michelle suggested.

 

I sat there and realized I was a little woozy from the wine. I felt myself becoming eager as I watched as she paid the tab and asked the waiter to order our cab. We sat there making faces at each other and giggling like kids telling dirty stories. Then the waiter walked to our table and told me that our cab was here, and helped Michelle with her coat and ushered us to the door.

 

She at least let me open and close the doors for her. As I settled into the cab’s seat I tried to remember if there were any side glances from our waiter and I don’t think there were any, he was much too professional.

 

Then the words of the cabbie filtered in, “Where to.” I was at a loss for words and looked at Michelle.

 

“Your place we said.” Michelle reminded as she snuggled to my chin.

 

I remember stuttering at first then firmly gave him the address again, and put my nose into her hair and drank in her scent thinking how sweet she smells with no perfumes to hide it, and so warm to the touch. I felt her warmth radiating from her hand as Michelle gently slid it up and down my thigh getting close but not touching my penis.

 

We did the twenty minute cab ride quietly her nose under my chin and mine in her hair. Her hand softly squeezed my inner thigh teasingly; my penis swelled again only this time I ached in my groin. It felt like the first time I was making out at the drive-in; we all knew that it wasn’t going to go anywhere but we kept doing it any way. I have always wondered if the girls ached like we did. All these years and I never thought to ask any of my older girlfriends.

 

As we neared the end of our cab ride I asked, “You ever make out in the backseat at the drive-in?”

 

“Yes. Why?” Michelle answered with a surprised look on her face.

 

“Did you ever ache inside afterward?”

 

“I’m not the one to ask. I always stopped the fumblings before they went too far. Going to the drive-in with boys was never more than an excuse to get out of the house to me. I do have a friend we can call if you really want an answer. What made you think of that now?” She teasingly replied and taunted me asking, “You want me to call my friend tonight?”

 

“No. It is a little late for calling anyone. Its just that I want you so much that I ache.” I cajoled as the cab stopped.

 

“We’re here,” the cabbie said as he slid the divider open just enough to get the card from Michelle.

 

She looked at me as she handed him the card and whispered, “I will take good care of your… ache.”

 

It seemed as though I had no weight as we walked up the two flights of stairs, yet at the top I still felt dizzy and winded as I fumbled for my keys.

 

“Are you alright?” Michelle asked with just a hint of nervousness in her voice.

 

“I’m okay. I can’t seem to find my keys!” I said noticeably nervous as I fumbled in every pocket three or four times each, then with frustration ringing in my voice, “I can’t find my keys! They are gone!”

 

Then with a single dip into my right hand coat pocket Michelle came up with my keys and offered, “You want me to open the door for you?” She asked warmly, but still a taste of teasing in her voice.

 

“It’s the key with dirty red tape on it.” I said as I surrendered and stepped aside.

 

As she stepped passed me she stopped and with both hands cupped my face and kissed me, as my mouth gaped her tongue slithered in filling my mouth, the size of Michelle’s tongue was astonishing as it reached to the back of my throat. My breath puffed passed the seal of our lips as I gasped. As she pulled her tongue out she sucked in my lower lip and bit it firmly. With one hand to my face she turned and found the lock. It took both hands to jimmy the door, and so skillfully too, like she had a sticky door her self. As we walked in I was still dizzy and excited, nervous and aroused. My penis and testicles felt swollen, warm, and tingled with electricity. 

 

I followed close behind her as she walked in, “What no lights left on?” she noted.

 

 “I usually do I was in such a rush that I forgot.” I excused myself, “Here let me walk around. Now it is just a bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen nothing fancy.” I described then turned the lights on.

 

“Well at least you don’t clutter, and you do some cleaning.” She noted adding, “The dishes are done too. Did you do a whirlwind cleanup Gary?”

 

“No I try not to clutter, and if the dishes go too long they start to smell.” I explained.

 

“Where is the bathroom? I need to go pee.” She exclaimed.

 

“The open door to the right.” I directed.

 

“Oohh…! You left the seat down.” She sang as she entered and asked, “Gary. Do you pee sitting?”

 

“No I took a dump last time there, but I clean the bathroom regularly.” I said and noted, “I always thought a woman would rather find the seat up in a mans house.”

 

“We like to think that they care enough to lift it first then put it back down when they’ve finished, but I am not as adamant about the seat as some of my feminine associates are.” She said as she smiled then closed the door behind her.

 

The shrill tweeting of a few birds woke me briefly and through my half opened eyes I could see the morning rays streaking the cloudy sky. Lighting their rough edges and giving a reddish hue to their awesome darkness. It is going to rain today I thought as I slid my hand to her elbow, and drifted to sleep again feeling her stir, moving her hot body closer again; matching her thighs to mine, the arc of her body matched mine. As my eyes started to close I felt so warm and safe wrapped in her embrace it felt like we were one body.

 

“You have some nice towels.” She commented as she entered the living room, “You need to go?”

 

“Yes the wine and your arousing kiss caused the pressure to build.”

 

I remember standing there for what seemed a lifetime before the toilet made a quiet involuntary flush and then I started to pee. I guess the sound of the water triggered my flow. As I walked through the door I saw Michele sitting on the footstool patting the chair and smiling at me.

 

She asked as I sat, “Do you need to do a lot of kissing first to enjoy sex?”

 

“I like to kiss, but Michelle if you want you may have your way with me.” My voice trailed off as she squeezed my penis with one hand and she undid my zipper and snap then slipped my pants down just enough to free my penis and scrotum.

 

Michelle looked at me and said, “I’m not ready to have sex with you yet, but Gary I do want… to pleasure you.”

 

“I am fine with what ever you are willing to give and I will give only what you are willing to receive.” I assured her. I let out a strained sigh as she milked the length of my hardening shaft, and sucked my gland into her mouth. I felt my juices weeping into her mouth right away.

 

She looked up and smiled, “You get really wet. How long has it been for you?”

 

“Several weeks, since I broke up with Lucy.” My voice trembled as I talked.

 

“Don’t you masturbate Gary?” Michelle asked in surprise.

 

“I started to a couple of times but I went to sleep before I really got going and honestly the urges haven’t been that strong. You don’t have to swallow it all if there is too much.” I let her know.

 

“Gary I can, and will take it all.” She proudly boasted.

 

With that said my penis vanished into her mouth and her tongue danced over my scrotum as it was being cupped in her hand. I felt her throat closing on my gland as it slid down and back up resting on the heel of her tongue. I could feel every little node on her tongue as she rubbed my gland with it. I felt my thick juices coating its rough surface and then in it would slide in until her chin pressed against my scrotum.

 

The noises Michelle made; the gurgling and quiet grunting as she slurped and swallowed my juices, and the stifled gags as she slid the length into her throat. The loud sighing as she let it pop out of her mouth so she could breathe.

 

She looked up again and asked, “You want to feel something really… really wet.”

 

“Yes!” I knew Michelle was going to let me feel her vagina.

 

“Okay now close your eyes Gary, and promise not to open them.”

 

“I promise not to look.” I eagerly obeyed. I was brimming with curiosity, what was she hiding. I thought a colostomy bag maybe or a deformity that she was still embarrassed by. I heard her stand and the rustling of her dress as she lifted it. I could smell her wetness right away, hot tea was the first thought to liken her scent to. I felt her take my fingers and slide them up her leg. The first part was sticky with sweat but as she slid them farther up I felt her smooth silky wetness on the inside of her thigh and then right into her vagina. I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping my fingers and her clitoris as it pulsed between my fingers and she felt so hot to the touch. As she worked them inside I felt my forehead flush hot and sweat form on my brow. I felt her warm juices slickening the palm of my hand and drip from my knuckles. I heard a loud sigh and she dropped my hand and sat back down between my legs.

 

“You ready to cum now Gary.” She asked coyly as she grinned, and gazed at me with her dark eyes.

 

“I am yours.” I affirmed as I put my fingers to my nose and drank in her scent. I thought how much her scent was like strong hot black tea, and so sweet to the taste as I sucked her juice from my fingers. I closed my eyes as a frenzy of feelings raced through me.

 

She wrapped the fingers of both hands and started sucking my gland like it was a straw. She milked the full length of my saliva slickened shaft with her hands. Then she spit into one hand and rubbed my anus with our thick juices, and in slipped her finger. My muscles gripped it tightly as they spasmed from the sensual surprise. As they relaxed she slowly worked it in and out and back and forth.

 

Michelle knew exactly what she was doing she found a sensitive spot in there I did not know I had. Then in slid a second finger, my breath rushed from my mouth and the muscles surrounding my bowels quivered with delight, and my precum flowed into her mouth, as she pressed that spot with both fingers. I had sweat forming on my brow as I entwined my fingers in her hair, and pulled her head down and she let my penis slip into her mouth and down her throat. Again and again I pushed my shaft into her throat and just as I stiffened she spit it out.

 

“You let me make you cum.” Michelle plead.

 

I loosened my grip on her hair and she resumed working her fingers inside me, and working her thumb on my urethra at the base of my penis. I felt my juices flowing into her mouth as she worked her wonderful tongue on my gland. I listened as she sucked and swallowed my juices.

 

I could feel her pressing turn into wriggling inside me on that spot inside my rectum and at the base of my urethra her thumb started to massage it with quick short strokes. I gasped as all of my muscles tensed and a surge of sperm splashed from her mouth. I felt the anal muscles spasming around her fingers as she swallowed my shaft with my sperm gushing from it. I was cumming right into her throat. The her head bobbed up and she pinched my opening closed as she took it out and caught her breath, then she took just my gland and started sucking it like a straw again. I heard her quietly moaning as she swallowed my sperm.

 

I sat there moaning and panting as she continued to milk the length of my softening shaft. She stopped moving and just sat there with my penis in the back of her mouth. It turned flaccid and my heart stopped pounding in my ears, but her fingers were still sliding along that sensitive place inside me, now it felt longer than I remember it being. I really liked what she was doing inside me so much I felt my penis turning hard again.

 

As it turned rigid Michelle gathered my soft skin behind my gland. And with short quick strokes of her hand and her persistent sucking made my heart start to throb and my breath to race again and as my muscles started squeezing her fingers again she coaxed another orgasm, and this time swallowed every drop of my sperm. I went limp all over just as my penis did this time, I was spent and Michelle knew it.

 

We sat there in my chair for a long time resting I know Michelle wasn’t spent but I was. I was also on my way to catching my second wind when Michele stood up.

 

“You can have me if you want. I think we are ready. Do you?” She sounded so warm yet detached.

 

“Oh Michelle if you feel okay with me touching you so intimately, I will try to make it good for you.” I warmly assured.

 

“I know you will.” She said as she stood back, “You can always look at this as a prize,” and she dropped her dress.

 

I had to look like an idiot as I sat there gaping, my words sticking in my throat.

 

Suddenly she shouted, “Oh! Gary! You don’t half to look so damned disappointed! Shit!” as she scurried gathering her dress back up.

 

“No…! Wait!” I stammered then shouted, “Michelle! Please wait… listen…! Will you!” I shouted and paused to see if she would respond and stop her rushing. As she stood there half clutching her dress around her with a tear in one eye I went on, “I’m not disappointed that you have a penis I swear! I’m disappointed that my girlfriend’s dick is bigger than mine! I still want you!”

 

I watched as both eyes filled with tears and a smile spanned her face. As Michelle stood she let her dress fall, and lifted her top off and stood before me naked. I was frightened and drawn at the same time. I was stunned to see a very beautiful woman with full sized breasts and nipples that are unmistakably feminine. I know that she has a very warm and wet vagina because I put my fingers in it. And now to look at her penis, and watch it turn hard, and its dripping tip glisteningly wet from her precum. I find myself confused by my thirsting for it, how my throat has turned pasty, and I trembled inside; I was as hungry for Michelle’s penis as I was for her vaginal lips.

 

“I want you… come here.” I sounded weak as my voice was stopping half way out of my throat then whispered, “Please!” and watched as she walked to me and cupped my face with her hands. My mouth filled with saliva as I sucked her gland into my mouth, it dribbled passed my lips. I thought how sweet her soft meat tastes, and I started moaning as if a terrible thirst was being quenched as I swallowed. I felt her body tremble in response to my sucking and milking her hardening shaft. I felt it flash rigid as my fingers found their way into her vagina, and my mouth filled with her juices. I sensed the change in their taste as they turned thick and coated my mouth. I felt my penis turn hard again, and my face burned as I pushed her penis into the back of my throat.

 

Briefly her grip tightened on my hair then as quickly she pulled her cock from my mouth then she climbed onto my chair straddling me and rubbed her hot juices on my hard penis and slipped my gland into her vagina without using her hands. Her vagina was so tight as I slipped into it I could feel her heart beating inside it. Then slowly she started lifting and dropping as she worked my penis deeper inside her and after my length was inside her she kissed softly at first then harder she coaxed my mouth open with her finger and slid her tongue into my mouth. I felt her hot breath gust from her nose and mouth as she kissed me. Her juices ran from her vagina between my legs and pooled under my fanny on the seat cushion, and her warm juices seeped from her penis and slickened my belly.

 

I knew Michelle was about to cum as she was taking longer strokes, her whole body was sweated and she was trembling. Then her vaginal muscles gripped me as they spasmed a loud sigh passed her mouth and then she groaned and her hot sperm gushed from her penis and splashed across my face and squirted over my chest and belly then squished between our legs. As the two of us sat there quietly I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing my penis and then another surge of semen would spill from her gland. I hadn’t climaxed yet but I wasn’t worried it felt good just to be inside her feeling her vaginal juices weeping and mixing with her sperm. Michelle covered part of my chest and belly with her sperm or what ever it was that she ejaculated during her orgasm; it was so hot as it spilled onto me.

 

 

“Is it okay for me to sleep here?” She murmured.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Let’s go to bed I want to sleep with you!” Michelle cooed.

 

I was still hard as I pulled my penis from her vagina she kissed it and asked, “You need to cum again right now?”

 

“No I’m fine it doesn’t hurt I can wait. See.” I said as I pointed, “it has already started to soften.”

 

“I will get him hard again later.” Michelle assured.

 

As we walked into my bedroom I asked, “Michelle is it…do you want me to suck your penis again I mean I want to?”

 

“Well yea sure, but I still have a lot of my sperm in the canal.” She cautioned.

 

“That is okay I like the taste and I want to try to drink some of it.” I assured then asked, “Is it real sperm? Can you get a girl pregnant?”

 

“Yes and yes. I have gotten two of my girlfriends pregnant. And no I don’t have any children.” Michelle answered warmly.

 

“I have never seen so much sperm.” I exclaimed as I caught my breath, “Where are your testicles?”

 

“I my testicles are next to my two ovaries.” She explained adding, “My fallopian tubes are entwined with my spermatic cords and they all empty into my urethra at the same point, so when I ovulate I eject my ovum with my sperm or when I pee.”

 

I sucked her gland into my mouth. As drank her thick sperm I felt my stomach wrench from a few small gags, I stopped long enough to catch my breath and ask, “Have you ever gotten yourself pregnant?”

 

Michelle’s voice was shaky as she answered, “I have only a vaginal canal no cervix or uterus, and I do not produce the necessary enzymes for the sperm cell to enter the ovum.”

 

I leaned back to watch her juices seeping out as I milked her rigid shaft and marveled at how much her seminal fluid looked like my own and asked, “Do you get more amorous when you ovulate?”

 

 She shuddered as I slipped her penis back into my mouth She turned quiet as her penis turned hard again and she moved her hips back and forth slightly matching the movements of my head.

 

Michelle tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed her penis into the back of my mouth just far enough to tickle my gag reflex and answered with a voice trembling from desperation, “Yes sometimes it depends on whom I am with and how I feel about them. When I awoke this morning I knew I had been ovulating because, I was dizzy with desire and my penis was so hard it hurt and like now being with you makes me want to cum and cum, you know if you keep doing what you are doing I will cum in your mouth.”

 

I looked up and holding her gland against my cheek I said, “I want you to cum and cum and cum.” I sucked the head back into my mouth, and she pushed it in until I gagged then backed it out just a bit.

 

Again she turned quiet as I steadily massaged her gland with my mouth and shaft with my two hands. I knew she was close to cumming by how her penis throbbed in my hand and by how much of her hot juice was flowing into my mouth. Michelle started gasping and moaning loudly and gripping my head tightly and her sperm splashed from my mouth and ran down my cheeks and throat. I tried to swallow as much as I could but so much spewed out so fast that most of it ran down my chin and onto my belly. As the gushing turned to a slow trickle I thought how hot her sperm was, and how sweet it tasted, and how smooth it felt as I swallowed it. Suddenly I was wracked with by gagging heaves and coughs.

 

“You went too deep too fast, and swallowed too much.” Michelle calmed assuringly then cajoled, “You made me cum really good! You made me feel really good, you did really good, come on lets lay down for a while and rest.” She warmly coaxed.

 

As we lay down I felt her slip her dick between my legs. It was still really hard and semen was still weeping when I reached down and held it then I asked, “You are still hungry aren’t you, and want to put it inside me don’t you?”

 

“Yes…Yes I am.” She whispered and warmly and quietly vowed, “Yes… I do. I do want you. I will take it easy.” Michelle assured me.

 

“It is going to hurt isn’t it?” I asked in a shaky voice, as I knew it was going to hurt but still I wanted her to put it inside me.

 

“Yes it will… at first. I will be as gentle as I can. It will gradually start to feel good.” She quietly consoled and asked, “Do you have some lubricant?”

 

“Yes. It is in the bathroom I will go get it, I have to pee anyway.” I said as I got up trembling from uncertainty. My stream was restricted but steady as I finished I felt a quiver of anticipation in my stomach and a warm feeling wash over me as I walked back to my room. There she was sitting up on her knees smiling warmly and patting the bed next to her where she wanted me to lay down.

 

“Here lay down face down.” She directed softly.

 

I could here urgency in her voice like she really wanted me and when I asked, “Is it me or just my virginity you want?” I was gazing at her erect penis bobbing as she talked.

 

“I want you… and your virginity to be mine.” She whispered.

 

As I lay down she poured some lubricant on my anus and worked it in with her fingers, then covered my penis and scrotum with a liberal amount. Then coaxed me on my side poured some into my hand then said as she slipped her hard penis between my legs, “I want you to rub my head with penis.” So for a few minutes I rubbed our two penises together until I started to get hard then her hand joined mine.

 

“I think it might be easier if I were half on the floor and half on the bed.” I suggested. I was being swept away by my thirst for Michelle and my desire to make it good for her.

 

“You are right it will be easier to start with.” Michelle agreed then persuaded, “I just thought you would feel more at ease laying down.”

 

So we slowly shifted our knees to the floor and I lay across the top of the bed. Michelle started to massage my penis with one hand rubbing her gland between my cheeks with the other. She was so hard and I was so lubed up it slipped right in when she pushed. My heart started pounding in my ears and the both of us were sweating.

 

Michelle moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, “I want you to grunt hard and try to push me out when you feel me pushing in and when I say to suck it in, you suck it in okay?”

 

“Will it help?” I said weakly. My heart was racing and my penis and testis were tingling. I could feel my precum seeping from my half hard penis.

 

“Yes. That will help me enter you” She whispered and kissed my ear and nibbled the lobe and pushed her penis firmly into my anus. I ached as I grunted straining to push her penis out of me yet it slipped in a little each time she would bear down. Then she hissed ‘now’ as I sucked in my anus in, her big dick slipped inward till I spasmed from the terrible pain.

 

“Ouwach…!” I groaned and shouted, “Stop…! Take it out…! Oh! It hurts it really…really hurts! Oh! Please stop it hurts!”

 

 The excruciating pain was causing me to beg her to stop and take it out. My bowels reacted with involuntary grunting trying even harder to expel her once she was partway inside me. I bucked underneath her to work my way out from under her but she held me firmly in place with one arm around my waist and one pushing me to the bed. Each time my spasms relaxed she shoved it in farther until she was all the way in.

 

“Shh… Ssshhh I’m in you… Ssshhh its in… Ssshhh, baby… I’m in you now… Ssshhh, baby…” Michelle calmed and I felt my muscles responding to her shushing as if I were opening up.

 

Even with my eyes filling with tears from the hurt I started loving her penis as it moved inside me, it still hurt as she slid it in and out of me but it felt good too. I loved her tender kisses to my ear and neck. Then she started working its full length inside me taking long slow thrusts. As Michelle drove her cock into me I felt my juices spilling from my penis into Michelle’s hand.

 

As I started moving into her thrusts my bowels would strain against her inward motion, and I felt like I was having little orgasms as she withdrew it. She kept it inside me like a man would to a woman as she worked it in and out. I could feel our juices trickling down my legs as she coaxed me to my feet. My whole body was burning; the room was spinning, my legs were weak, and my anus was rhythmically gripping and releasing her penis.

 

“Oh…! Michelle this feels so wonderful…!” I purred as I leaned back into her arms. I closed my eyes and felt her slick precum leaking from her gland and lubricate her rigid shaft as it oozed down allowing it to slip freely inside me no mater how tightly my muscles gripped at it.

 

I felt Michelle’s grip tighten around my waist as my legs turned to rubber, and her pistonning never slowed, all of my muscles in my stomach and bowels were constricting spasmodically, my breath caught in my throat as I tried to speak. The two of us slipped to the floor and as I lay across the foot of the bed I felt Michelle cup my semi hard penis in her hand and press it to my stomach. I gasped loudly as my semen spewed onto my belly and pooled on the bed under me while Michelle’s persistent motion inside me slowed then stopped.

 

“Lets work our way into bed.” She whispered and coaxed me off the floor with tender nudging.

 

“Oh Michelle this feels so wonderful in a strange nice way. I never dreamed a man could cum this way.” I sighed as we shuffled onto the top of the bed. I was so weak from my orgasm yet I managed to wriggle and shift with Michelle still pistonning inside me. My sperm was just leaking out in a small but constant flow.

 

“Stop! Be very still!” Michelle ordered then held her breath.

 

So I paused there motionless on my hands and knees, I felt her penis pulsing wildly inside me and I felt my bowels being filled with her hot thick cum. I knew by Michelle’s gusting breaths that we didn’t stop soon enough, and she was cumming. She just held it still deep inside me and let her cum flow into me. When we lay down I could feel her semen sloshing around inside me as we shifted to our sides then we covered ourselves up with the blankets a few minutes later. As I lay on my side I felt her penis turn flaccid then grow hard and throb inside me, then turn soft again.

 

I was awakened from my dream again to Michelle’s tender kisses on my ear and neck. My penis had swelled and turned rigid in her hand like Michelle’s penis was inside my bowels. I know I was sleeping but for how long I was unsure I just knew I loved what was happening to me. I felt my muscles squeezing her penis as it pistoned inside. I felt her hot breath blowing on my neck and her sperm sloshing inside me as she coaxed me to lie onto my belly. Her penis slipped so far in it pushed her semen out and it hurt me again deep inside my stomach.

 

I bucked my buttocks up from the pain and tried to wriggle from underneath her, but Michelle wrapped her arms around my waist and pushing me to the bed with her chest, positioning me firmly underneath her with her penis deep inside me. She pulled it out a little and started making long fast thrusts into my bowels. She began gasping loudly as she neared another orgasm. I could hear her sperm sloshing and feel its smooth wetness as Michelle’s penis pistoned inside me. Then her thrusting became spasmodic, and her breath gust from her mouth and then her hot sperm exploded into me. I could feel her cock flexing and squirting her hot cum into me as she grunted, and struggled for breath. I felt her sperm flowing out and squishing between us and down over my scrotum as her penis thrusted inward. With one last thrust she pushed it in deep and gasped, I could feel her sperm welling up inside then spill out, and then she dropped to my back, limp.

 

We lay there quietly I felt Michelle’s penis turn flaccid inside me while mine turned hard again from her massaging. I could feel her sperm as it seeped out passed her penis as she pressed her body tighter to me. I pushed myself up on my knees slightly as I neared another orgasm. Michelle scooped her semen from my scrotum and rubbed it on my turgid shaft then started taking longer and faster strokes and made me cum again. It felt so strangely good, my rectal muscles squeezing her penis as I orgasmed. My sperm didn’t start to flow out until I relaxed from my orgasm, then it spilled out onto her hand.

 

It was so clear to me as I watched the sky turn red from the sun, and the bright red outlines of the angry storm clouds racing by the window, how we meet people for a reason, and how our choices effect change in our lives, and either lead us to more and a better set of choices or to the bleaker choice of the lesser of the two evils. I almost made a mistake by stubbornly standing by a poor relationship. I was glad to

have never had a gay experience and doubly glad that my first time was with Michelle.

 

As I started to drift off to sleep again I squeezed Michelle’s hand and asked, “Do you want to come back here again?”

 

“Yes I do very much.” She sighed dreamily.

 

 

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We arrived at their house on a Friday afternoon.  Rachel had left us a key, had food in the refrigerator for us, and a note, saying she would be home about 6pm.  She actually drug in obviously tired at 7.  She flopped in the couch.  Laying back she visited with us for a couple hours, just relaxing.  My wife Jenny moved over and sat at her feet, eventually pulling off her shoes and taking them in her lap.  Rachel moaned in pleasure when Jenny began massaging her foot commenting that her Herm didn’t ever rub her feet.

 

“Well just relax and enjoy,” Jenny assured her as we continued to visit, but Rachel’s words were now mixed into a nearly constant stream of moans and soft sighs of pleasure and conversation trailed off as Jenny moved her hands up onto Rachel’s calves, gently kneading, working up toward her knee.  Rachel flopped her other leg onto the floor and using it for leverage repositioned herself lower on the couch allowing Jenny, if she wished, better access to her upper leg.  I sat watching from 3 feet away, just the other sofa, my breathing quickening, my cock stirring with the possibilities.  At last, as I watched my wife begin running her fingers along Rachel’s inner thigh, I could leave things alone no longer and sitting on the floor I took her other leg in my hands and began working to catch up with Jenny, who smiled at me and slowed her pace until I had done the foot and calf, then joined her on the inner thigh.  By this time, Rachel’s short skirt had ridden up, so right at my eye level was the lovely sight of her sex, encased in a lacey thong.

 

Rachel was making distinctly sexual sounds now her eyes shut as my wife’s and my hands rubbed her inner thighs, only a few short inches shy of her womanhood.  Her nipples were clearly erect and pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse demanding their own share of attention, but they would have to wait a little longer.  Instead both Jenny and I ran our fingers eagerly over the skin at the edge of her thong, the crouch of which was now visibly soaked with Rachel’s arousal.

 

The moment of truth was fast approaching and I knew we were crossing over to a new level of friendship as I watch my wife running her fingers lightly over cleft of Rachel’s sex, now clearly outlined under the wet crouch of her thong.  I moved up toward Rachel’s face and kissed her hungrily, her mouth opening and her own tongue darting forth to play with mine.  I felt her lift her hips and glancing down I saw Jenny pulled the thong off showing us both our friend’s completely shaved vulva and light pink labia glistening with female juices.  I was frantically pulling Rachel’s shirt open as Jenny bent her head to pleasure her friend and in so doing would taste the very first female essence she’d ever had aside from her own.

 

Rachel gasped and cried out in delight as Jenny made contact with her sex just as I gained access to her bra clad D+ cup breasts.  I pulled the cups down revealing her white orbs  topped with stiff pink nipples which I quickly began teasing with my tongue before sucking them firmly feeling her arch upward encouraging me to provide even more pleasure for her nipples.  So I reached over and began tugging and twisting gently on the other nipple while playfully biting the starkly stiff nipple in between my lips her hands pressing my head harder to her breasts as she suddenly cried out her orgasm ripping through her body like an express train, her whole being convulsing as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through her being.

 

When she came down to each once more she smiled at us both.  “I wanted to do this with you for twenty years!”  Then she stretched her back like a cat and purred.  Let go to bed.  I don’t think I’m going to be able to go to work tomorrow after fucking all night…then eying my cock making a huge bulge in my pants, she said, “I don’t think I’ll care either!”

 

And with that we all headed toward her bed, but that is a story for another time.

 

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Gwen told me about the sleeping Jenny. She and Jenny had been on a road trip the previous week, bajaing all over the area, looking for free booze and willing men. I told her she should have looked me up as I had always wanted to have a go at her, but she just took a sip of her beer and laughed, saying mostly she did the driving and Jenny did the picking up. She told me that during the week she had been laid once, but Jenny was insatiable, fucking almost 4 guys at the same time.

In Billings they had been to the movies, went to get some popcorn , struck up a conversdation with a couple of guys at the snack counter, joined them during the movie and given both of them a pretty aggresive blowjob. they left together, stopped for beer and headed back the apartment of one. His roommate was there with two friends when they came in and within a few minutes everybody was getting high, smoking copious amounts of pot and drinking a lot of beer even though it was only 3 in the afternoon. Gwen took one guy to the bedroom leaving jenny in the living room with the other four. They continued with the party as Gwen gave the guy the ride of his life. When she came out of the room (she told me) there was Jenny, naked, on her hands and knees with  cock in her mouth and another buried in her cunt. Gwen was not into that particular scene, but Jenny was definitely in the mood. As she was pumped in the face and the pussy she was maoning, then as she broke for a breath she said she needed to change postions. She was the director of the ensuing action, having one guy lay on his back as she rammed her cunt down on his cock. the she leaned forward, taking another in her ass. then she stated taking turns sucking the cocks of the other two. in what seemed to Gwen to be a porn movie experience, Jenny was soon covered in cum and wanting more. As people changed spots and rhythms Jenny got more cum on her and in her than Gwen had seen in a month.

'My kind of girl' I said. Gwen told me to come the show that night and see if I could get lucky. We continued to talk, but moved the conversation to something less gossipy and more mundane. Gwen said they were going to have  abirthday aprty for Jenny the next week. 'The big 18.' Thinking abut the story I had just heard I was thinking about some sweet teen pussy was just what I wished the doctor would order.After we finished our beers we took our leave and went our separate ways.

That night I made a point of being at the show. Gwen was very good, John and Rhonda(the other two) had some very good moments, but it was Jenny who seemed to sparkle, playing the piano and doing comedy schtick that had people laughing during the whole show. Her costume showed off her legs, long and shapely, and was tight across her tits, causing her nipples to be prominently displayed through the thin material. She had very dark eye shadow on, and makeup that accentuated her high cheekbones and full lips. Very dark crimson lipstick set off teh color of her eyes, a vivd green.  After a stirring round of applause the show was over and I stayed around to help strike and pack the set. The troupe disappeared to change into working clothes and soon rejoined me. Jenny was now wearing a tee shirt with no bra and cut-off shorts that showed the crease of her ass and barely covered her cunt with a narrow strip of denim.since there were 5 of us, strike only took about 15 minutes and Gwen, John and Rhonda left to go to the bar. Jenny and I stayed to lock up and promised to see them in a few minutes.

'So, how'd you like the show?  I heard you laughing a couple of times.' She stood a few feet away from me as I gave one last look around the theatre.

'It was good.Funny, fast moving, ....' I said all the right things, praising the play and actors and as I was talking Jenny crossed to me and took me in her arms and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss enthusiastically, and put my hand on her right tit, fearing it to would moved away, but it seemed to have just the effect I dreamed of and soon both of my hands were in her shirt. Her tits, as I said, were small, barely rising from her chest, but her nipples were to die for. They were almost an inch long and constantly erect. I lifted her shirt and sucked each of them in turn. There was a lot of moaning from bioth of us and slurping sounds as I took my fill of those magnificent nips.Jenny lowered herself to her knees and unzipped my jeans and sucked in my now straining cock. 'Lipstick on the dipstick...' I though, realizing too late I had said it out loud.

She stopped , looked at me and said 'That was crude.'

Looking down ands seeing the circle of bright red on my cock from her mouth I said 'But true.'

She realized it WAS true and laughed and went back to giving me a truly heavenly blowjob. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, sucking hard. My very life was concenttrated on the pleasure I was feeling in my cock. Suddenly she drove her mouth down on my cock, clear to base, and I exploded down her throat. She pulled back, sucked me dry and then got up from her knees and kissed me again. I tasted my cum on her tongue.

Finally after the kiss she said, 'Hi. I'm Jenny.'

'William here.' was all I could manage.

'You must have a pretty strange impression of me after that. I don't normally do that.'

I didn't say anything at that time, thinking about what Gwen had told me that afternoon.

Jenny said,'I could use a drink. And I need to pee.'

I knew the perfect place, thinking of my cabin out of town and told her so. 'I have beer, Kahlua, vodka, wine...and a bathroom.' I keep my home clean and neat so  had no worries there, and a full pantry and 'fridge.'Do you want to come with me?'

That was all it took, and we headed out of town, stopping only to make a call to the bar where our friends were  making our apologies. I spoke to Gwen who said 'We guessed. The 'I don't normally do that'; was probably dropped on you. You really should tell her that you know otherwise. She won't be mad, she'll laugh and  keep you around. What she should have said was that she doesn't normally do that and let the guy stay with her. She loves to fuck, I should know since she's my roommate, but there aren't very many repeats.'

Jenny joined me in my car, and rubbed my cock through my jeans as we drove out into the dark mountains outside of town.Whne we got out of the car I showed her the sky which was so dark at my cabin you could not believe the stars. It was a perfect night andI wanted to show her my telescope but she insisted on going in . 'Bathroon call...' I relaized the imperative truth of that myself.

She went into the john first and as I stood outside the door I could hear her peeing. Sha came out. realizing i had been listening. 'Small house.' I said.

Iwent in , closed the door and let loose a strong stream of my own. It went on and on.When i was done she called through the door,'That was some good peeing.' We laughed as I cameout and started to get us a beer. '

'You said something about Kahlua.'

'So I did. I forgot. You like Black Russians?'

'Adore them.' So I mixed what I thought was a pretty large drink, but she said to make another just like it and pour them in the same glass.It resulted in a nearly full kithen tumbler of straight booze. 'If I'm drinking like this, you should ,too. If we both have the same level of relaxation it might have a very favorable effect on the evening.'

As i made one for myself she came up behind me , reaching around with both arms and taking my cock in her hands. i turned to her and we kissed as our clothes hit the floor.

'As we were making out she asked me what I knew of her since he knew I was a friend of Gwen's. Taking a deep breath, I said,'Well, I know you and Gwen went to Billings last week went to the movies.Made a few new friends there was what she told me.'

Jenny took a deep breath and then said,'Yes. Actually I made four. But I won't see them again. You know she told me about you, too. She said you had a lot of women here, kind of a rotation is how she described it. Rhonda told me the same thing.Do you?'

'Yes, and I WILL be seeing them again.'

'Okay. Since you know and since you weren't afraid to tell me and since it was my idea in the first place, I'll see you again, too.But enough of that.Come over here and fuck me.' We were occupied with serious fucking for the next several hours. she had the most amazing mouth, her cunt was so tight I was halfway thinking I wouldn't even be able to get my cock in, and her ass........I had never fucked anybody in the ass before Jenny, and as a life experience, I was changed forever.

Soft music, low lighting and multiple orgasms is a great way to get to know your future wife. I have fucked this woman for nearly twenty years now. She has never said no, neither have I. We have improved with practice over the years,and she still has a tight cunt even after two kids and getting fucked nearly every night in that time. Her ass has never ceased being a magnet of my lust and eating her now shaved pussy is one of the joys of my life. We have long since stopped seeing other people, though we didn't stay with each other after that first night for nearly a year, but everybody else has paled in comparison to her near perfection.About 10 years ago she had implants and her formerly A cup tits are now D's but her nipples remain long and sensitive. She hasn't ever worn a bra and I know that men lust over those nips wherever we go, New York, Paris, or back to western Montana.

And now, I'm going upstairs to fuck my wife.

            After the events of 9/11, I found myself out of a job as the company that I had worked for was buried under the rubble. At 42 years of age, I figured that I needed to make a change in my life.  My wife had died six years ago and my son had moved on and started his own life on the west coast. I decided to leave the city and use my contacts and skills to start my own marketing consulting business in some suburb or small town outside the city. Thanks to the internet, I could do most of my work from a home office and not have to face the stress of a daily commute and I liked the idea of being my own boss.  I didn’t know at the time of my decision what other fun perks would await me.

 

            I look around and found a nice house in a new suburb just northeast of the city. It was a relatively new place at the end of a short cul-de-sac. There were four other houses on the street with mine being at the bottom of the curve. It is a large home with three bedrooms upstairs and a den downstairs which I made my office. The office window faced the street and I could see every thing that moved.

 

            The first weekend that I was there I got to meet my neighbors and got a brief glimpse of what was to come.

 

            Early that Saturday afternoon, I got a knock on my door as I finished unpacking. When I opened it, I was met by two of the most striking women that I had ever seen.  Two of my neighbors, my next door neighbor, Mrs. Laura Thompson and the lady from one end of the street, M’dali O’kadi.  These ladies were exact opposites of each other, Laura was short about 5’4 with blond hair and a lovely 36C -26 – 35 figure. M’dali was tall , reaching near my 6’1 height (I found later she was 6’0), with a slim 32C-22-24 figure and the blackest complexion I ever saw (she was from Kenya).

           

            “Hi”,  Laura said as I looked them both over, “ we came to invite you to a barbeque to sort of break the ice and welcome you to the neighborhood.”

 

            “ I hope that you haven’t eaten” said M’dali in one of the nicest accents I had ever heard.

 

            “No, I haven’t and I would like to come” I replied.

 

            Grabbing a ballcap, I followed the two ladies over to the Thompson’s house. As we walked over I gave them a closer look, Laura had a softness to her that I found later came from having two kids while M’dali was a firm and graceful as an athlete. Both were dressed for the weather, a hot August day, in shorts and shirt for Laura and a nice sundress that ended just below M’dali’s knees.

 

            As we rounded the corner of Laura’s house I heard loud and rough laughter and the unmistakable sound of beer bottles being opened. This I found out was Laura’s husband Jack.

 

            “Here he is everybody” Laura said as we arrived on the patio. “let me introduce you to everyone.”

 

            “You had better get my name first,  it’s Tom Martin”  I whispered to her.

 

            Giggling, she said , “Right”

 

            “Ok, Tom Martin, here is everyone”

 

            She went around the group and introduced me to every one in turn.

 

            “This is my husband, Jack”  I shook hand with a large man about my age with a huge beer belly and a rough way of talking. “ Jack has his own construction business and is usually gone every day.” 

 

            “These are my daughters, Janet and May”  My eyes nearly popped out as I look at Laura’s two girls.  Janet, oldest (17) was nearly a twin for her mother with a nice firm 36C pair and long blond hair, May (15) had light brown hair and a smaller figure (34B). Both were dressed in tight shorts and cut-off tee-shirts that barely covered their tits.

 

            “Here are your other next door neighbor’s, the Yan’s,”  Laura said as we moved down the line,  “Harold and Mai and their daughter Katie”  Harold was a small man even for an Asian and seemed very quiet, his wife Mai was a very lovely and tiny lady with a compact and nice figure (34B-20-34). Their daughter was very tiny (4’11, 85lb) with seemly no figure, I was surprise to find out that she was 16. I was even more surprise with her and her mother later.

 

“You have already met M’dali, so her is the rest of family.  This is her husband Job and her daughter Sanna”

           

            This time I was taken back as M’dali’s husband was not what I had expected, I figured that a woman like her would have a husband to match. Job was the dirtiest looking slob of a guy that I ever met, light brown, short, fat, bad teeth and breathe. Her daughter luckily only got her fathers light brown complexion and height from him, the rest she got from her mother. She had a slim and trim (34B-22-34) figure and beautiful eyes.

 

            “The last of the families in our little circle are the O’Connor’s” Laura said as we moved to the group standing at the bar. “This is Mike and his wife Mary and their two kids Joanne and Sammi.”

 

            As I shook hands with Mike, a rather likeable guy I thought, I noticed that his wife, Mary, was very quiet. She was a real looker, about 5’9 with long red hair, and quite a figure (38D-25-36). Their two daughters got their looks from their mom, the oldest Sammi (16) had tits almost as big as her mom’s (36D-24-35) and the youngest Joanne (14) was going to join them in the same club (34D-22-34).

 

            After all the introduction were over the kids, went their own way and we adults got to know each other. When I told them that I would be working from my home, Jack and Job sneered and said that was just what this street needed was another stay-at-home mom. Their wives seem to be uncomfortable with their comments and interested in the fact that I would be around every day.

 

            After a good meal, and a few drinks, I went home.

 

            As I was storing away some stuff in one of the spare up stairs bedrooms, I looked out the window down to the end of my yard. My land ends at a small tree lined creek. What I saw really interested me, there was Laura’s daughter Janet leaning against a tree rubbing her tits with one hand and she had the other hand down her shorts. I figured that most 17 year olds did this but I was not prepared for what I saw next. M’dali’s daughter Sanna stepped from around a tree and started to kiss Janet and rub her tits. Janet responded by kissing back and sliding her hand under Sanna’s sundress.  The sight was causing me to get hard and my 8’1/2 dick was tenting my pants.  As I kept looking, Janet lifted Sanna’s sun dress and started to eat her out. I opened my window and I could here the faint moans coming from the two of them. I don’t know what startled them but they both stopped with a jerk and look up. When they saw me in my window, they both smiled and blew me a kiss as they ducked behind the trees. 

 

            I got to see more of these girls and the rest of the ladies of the cul-de-sac over the next few years.

 

Stay Tuned for Chapter 2

 

 

 

The scientist carefully took blood from her arm and swiftly injected her with a blue liquid.  "Need you to docile for a while.  I'll be back in a few minutes."

So he had drugged her.  Not the first time.  The other drugs had stopped working but this was new.  She could feel it flowing along her veins like ice.  She felt her head begin to swim.  What did they plan this time?  Every time they let her out they ended up trying to get her to use her powers or find a way to extract them.  She was starting to get tired of fighting.  But she knew if she gave up they would kill her.

By the time the doctor returned she was so disoriented he had to help her stand and walk.  They slowly and painfully made there way to the testing center.  She was not the first one of her kind to be found.  Ever since the last war her kind had been appearing all over the world.
 
People had begun to adapt to the changes that had be brought on by the chemical war far the armies had begun using.  Some people had developed innocent enough talents but others had been not only mentally but physically altered as well.  Holly was lucky despite her multitude of talents she was physically unblemished.  That was how she had escaped detection for so long.  People saw these new adapted humans as a threat.  Like it was some comic book from the 20th century.  Holly knew she could not let them strip her of her gifts.  Once they did they would kill her.  But she wondered would they kill her trying.

The testing room was plain.  With one big exception.  There was always a huge red stain on the far wall.  Holly knew it was blood.  She didn't need to be told.  The doctor leaned her against a table covered with straps.  He held her up as he moved the straps.  He laid her down and began to strap her down.  Without the straps they could never control her.  She was too strong.  She was distant but she could feel the needles finding their way into her veins.  She didn't know what they would do this time but she had nearly died last time.

She could hear the doctors talking off in the distance.  They where going to give her a monitor of some sort.  She lost the conversation after that.  The next thing she saw was one of the doctors holding a knife over her as she passed out.

i rolled my fiance over, pulled the dildo out of her and pushed my cock into her. i started off slow, gradually fucking her harder and harder until i was going as fast and hard as i could. my fiance was moaning with pleasure. kirsty and jenny sat watching my fiance and i making love, then they started kissing and then turned and started sixtey-nineing, licking each otheres pussys as fast as then could.

i was really enjoying fucking my fiance, i always do. i felt the farmiliar feeling and made to pull out, but my fiance grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, so that my cock was as far inside her as it would go. i let go a huge load deep inside my fiance. she climaxed as she felt my cock spazming inside her. we lay recovering for a bit.

i grabbed kirsty and layed her on her back and started licking her pussy. i grabbed the dildo and shoved it in her ass, she gasped, then i shoved my fingers into her pussy. so i was moving the dildo in and out, moving my fingers in and out, and licking her clit at the same time. she was loving it. i had to stop as she was moaning so loud, i didnt want her to wake up the rest of the camp.

by this time, my cock had got hard again, so i fucked kirsty slowly. she was panting too much, i didnt want to fuck her too hard because she was making so much noise just before. i looked round to see jenny licking my fiance's pussy, and licking up my cum that was seeping out. i pulled out of kirsty and knelt behind jenny, slowly pushing my cock into her ass. i then reched round and pushed the dildo into her pussy and began fucking her. the harder i went, the harder she licked my fiance.

then kirsty, feeling left out, sat on my fiance's face and my fiance began licking her. we were all moaning as we all felt great. before i knew it i was filling jennys ass with my cum. she felt this and climaxed, and licked my fiance so hard she climaxed too.

we all stopped for a few mins to catch our breath, then i layed on my back, and jenny, kirsty and my fiance all attacked my cock. kirsty and jenny kissed it whilst my fiance sucked it at the top. i felt like i was in heaven.

kirsty then noticed my cum seeping out of my fiance's pussy, and jenny's ass and said "you've cum in them can u do it in me too?" i said ok so she layed on her back, i said "i dont wanna do it in ur pussy coz u might get pregnant, roll over, i'll do it in ur ass." so she rolld over and stuck her ass in the air. i licked my hand and wet her hold, then slowly slid my cock in and started fucking her. jenny layed down in front of kirsty and kirsty started licking her, and my faince knelt behind me and whispered "i'll kiss your neck and make you cum quicker, i want you all to myself," so she kissed my neck. soon i filled kirsty's ass with my cum and we all stopped for a while. kirsty and jenny then went back to their tent (after kissing us goodnight).

my fiance then got into out sleeping back and had a slow fuck, before falling asleep cuddled up together.

4th night coming soon - if i get good feedback that is.

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and to save anyone else asking, i am a guy.

It was a beautiful indian summer day. Leaving the school grounds with a new friend, they walked together to the new friend's house. Her new friend, Lisa, had many things Sandra wished she had-two parents, a real house, cable TV, a computer, and a real nice CD player. Sandra had hung around listening to music while the girls giggled about school gossip. Suddenly, the sixth grader realized she was late and excused herself. Sandra ran all the way home, arriving at the front door at five minutes past five.

When she walked in, her mother and the boyfriend gave her a look. Greg looked at his watch and said: "she needs to be taught a lesson". "I think you're right Greg", her mother added. Her mother and Greg stood up. Greg pulled the belt from his pants. Terrified, Sandra asked:"What are you doing?" as she backed against the door.

Sandra's mother caught the girl. Pulling her backpack away, she began to pull Sandra by the arms over an easy chair. "NO" Sandra screamed as she tried to escape. Greg also grabbed Sandra's arms instructing her mother to take Sandra's legs. Once her mother anchored Sandra's legs, Greg laid into her with the belt, hitting the soon to be twelve year old in the back. Sandra lost count of the strikes, which finally stopped when a winded Greg said "That's enough".

Both adults released the girl. Crying, Sandra jumped up and ran in her room. Throwing herself on the bed, Sandra cried from pain and rage. A moment later, Sandra's mother appeared, throwing Sandra's backpack on the floor next to the bed. Sandra turned to her mother. "WHY?" the girl screamed. "Greg is going to teach us discipline, something you need lots of", her mother replied.

"YOU'RE INSANE!" Sandra screamed.

Sandra's mother slapped her hard, knocking her across the bed. "Don't EVER talk to me that way" the woman ordered. The wounded girl crawled off the bed. Crying, she picked up her backpack. Opening it, she made her way to the cardboard box that contained her underwear. Scooping two handfuls into the nearly empty backpack, she staggered over to the closet where she pulled two jeans and several shirts off hangars.

"Leaving are you?" the woman taunted, "give me the keys. I don't ever want you to come back. You've ruined my life enough as it is".

With trembling hands, Sandra gave her the trailer keyset.

"Now, get out" the woman ordered.

Frightened and confused, Sandra walked hurriedly through the trailer. Opening the door with tear filled eyes, she broke into a run as she got outside. She ran enough to get out of the trailer park.

She wandered for an hour before settling into a city park. Sitting against a tree, she broke into a cry again. She cried for a while before hearing a familiar voice. She looked up to see Peter, a friend from school. "What's up?" he asked. Through sobs, she told her story. "Come home with me" he offered.

Peter also lived in a trailer park, a distance from her own. Peter lived with  his  father, who quickly said yes to Peter's request for Sandra to stay. The man set up a cot for Sandra in the tool room next to his bedroom. Peter's room was on the other side of the trailer.

Right after bedtime, Sandra found out that Peter's father had an agenda. Oscar came into the room and pulled back the blanket. Sandra tried to cover herself, but Oscar pulled the hands away from the thin, 4'11" brunette. Sandra was wearing a T shirt and panties.

Oscar leaned in, "If you're going to live under my roof and eat my food, you're going to have to pay rent" he said tugging her panties down. Sandra tried to resist, but he was too powerful. He forced her legs open. Positioning himself he opened his zipper. Taking out something Sandra had never seen before, he began to force his way into her.

Sandra gasped as the head of his dick entered her. Oscar placed his free hand over her mouth as he continued forcing his way in. Sandra began crying from fear and pain as he pumped her no longer virginal pussy. Suddenly he shook as she felt her pussy fill with hot liquid. A moment later, Oscar pulled himself off of her and left the room. Sandra cried herself to sleep that night.

Oscar's visits were nightly at the same time. Sandra grew used to him, and just laid there as Oscar did his business. Finally, a week later, Sandra saw a chance for salvation. He was leaving for a weekend with his mother and asked if Sandra wanted to tag along. Oscar said no, adding that Sandra had housework to do.

Peter was gone less than a minute when Oscar made his plans clear. "Take your clothes off" he ordered, "I'm going to teach you how to please a man". Sandra did as she was told, undressing in the hallway and throwing her clothes in her room. She joined oscar in his bedroom, where he was undressing.  She climbed up on the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs. Oscar  sat n the bed and told her to sit up. Grabbing her by the head, he pulled her toward his crotch, telling her to open her mouth. He then filled her mouth with dick, showing her how to use her mouth and hand to give head. His orgasm caught her by surprise, most of which spilled out of her mouth as she choked on his cum.

He took a moment to catch his breath, then told her to get on all fours. He entered her from behind. Sandra just responded to his thrusts, but was caught by surprise after he came when he pulled her into him. Pulling her back against his chest, he was quiet for a long moment. Then reaching over, he pulled a rod from the corner. "Open your legs" he ordered. Sandra obeyed. He began striking her hairless pussy with savage strokes of the rod. Sandra screamed and struggled against him as she closed her legs. "Open your legs!" he ordered again as he pulled her long hair with his free hand. Sandra reluctantly opened her legs. He began hitting her pussy again.

After six more strokes, he threw the rod against the wall. He then shifted his grip to her nipples, which he squeezed mercilessly. Sandra screamed and struggled, finally breaking his grip. She jumped from the bed. Oscar lept after her, his left leg landing on a magazine as he grabbed her left arm. Sandra whirled and hit. Oscar, already falling from the slippery magazine under his foot, had his fall accelerated by the fist strike. Oscar struck his head on the nightstand and fell unconcious.

Sandra ran to her room. Ignoring her underwear, she pulled on a T shirt, shorts and shoes. She grabbed her backpack and ran from the trailer.

Sandra ran for a good while before slowing to a walk. She walked for two hours, eventually finding a nice neighborhood. Having left some of her clothes behind, a clothes donation bin drew her interest. Placed alongside a supermarket, she looked around and realized she could get in without anyone seeing her.She climbed in the bin and began looking through clothes. Then, it struck her that the bin could be a good hiding place.

 The bin became her home. For the first several days, she found that she could walk in the supermarket and live off of fruit that she stole. Eventually, a store employee began watching her. Sandra walked out and later that day found that she could beg for change in front of a convenience store.

It was there that things took an odd turn. An old man in a cadillac pulled up to her. Motioning her over, he showed her his dick. He offered her ten bucks for a blowjob. "Show me the money" she said. He pulled out a ten dollar bill and put it in his shirt pocket. Sandra climbed in his car. He drove into an alley where Sandra gave him a blowjob. When he came, he shuddered and moved only to breathe. Sandra took the ten from his pocket, then spied two rolls of quarters in the floor organizer. She took the rolls and ran from the car.

For the next two weeks, Sandra actually lived well on the thirty bucks. but then her luck ran out. She left her backpack in the bin when she went to the convenience store to beg. Worse, the weather turned cold and everyone ignored her. Returning to the bin, she found it empty, and had a long cold night.

In the morning, she climbed out and just started to walk.

Chapter Two: Tribute for the Hero

Desperation had brought John Osten to the city. He looked up at the bridge that spanned high above the river. He decided the fall would be enogh to kill him. He wondered though, if his body could be identified.

He had decided to end his pitiful life. The middle aged man's troubles had started several years before. A persistent backache made the firefighter seek out a doctor. He quietly began treatment knowing that his back problems were part work related, and part hereditary. He was doing OK, but then his shift Captain found out about the treatment. The Captain pushed John out of his job, citing liability he used buracratic rules to end John's career.

John struck back with a lawsuit, winning enough to live comfortably the rest of his life, if he wasn't extravagant. The single childless man began feeling more and more depressed and alienated. Unable to work, estranged from his family, and increasingly lonely, he began to wonder what his life amounted to. Then, a couple of persistant medical problems started. Both problems could be fixed, but without family he didn't see the point.

He decided on suicide. The matter was the method. If he committed suicide at home, someone would have to clean up the mess. He didn't want to inflict that on someone. Car accidents were too tricky, so he drove to the city and began looking around.

Standing on the riverbank, he knew that it was all in a day's work for the river patrol to pull a body out of the river. Yep, he decided, the bridge would be his final exit. It was just then that his privacy was interrupted.

Chapter Three: A New Life Begun

"Got any change mister?"

John looked down to see a shivering girl in a T shirt and jeans. Her long hair was mussed.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

The girl looked down. "Hungry" she muttered. "Are you on drugs?" he asked. The girl shook her head. "You want food?" he asked. The girl nodded.

He ushered the girl to his car. Placing her on the passenger side, he noticed that she took to the warmed interior. He cranked up the heat in the car, then drove to a McDonald's. Taking the girl inside, he ordered a salad and two Big Mac meals. The girl tore into the salad and her meal, woofing it down. Then he noticed her eyes roll back as she became very sluggish. He lifted the girl out of the booth and took her to the car.

Sitting behind the steering wheel, he tried to decide what to do. A voice in his head told him to take the girl home. He obeyed the voice taking her home and placing her on his couch. For several hours he camped out near the couch, then gave up and went to bed.

When he woke up, he found the girl still sleeping. He looked at the clock on the wall and discovered that she had been out for twelve hours. He went into the kitchen and began cooking eggs and bacon. He saw the girl rise up from the couch.

"Hungry?" he asked. The girl nodded. He cooked breakfast for the girl and himself. The girl woofed down the food and two full glasses of orange juice. After eating, the girl stood up. "What do I owe you?" she asked, pointing at his crotch "Do I suck that, or should I just take my clothes off?"

John looked at her in astonishment. "You don't owe me anything. Are you homeless?" The girl nodded. "What's your name?" "Marie" she lied. "Do you want a shower?" he asked. The girl nodded.He found some clean workout clothes for her before she went in the bathroom and locked the door.

Sandra didn't know what to make of the man. Recent history had taught her not to trust men. After the shower she dried herself and put on the workout clothes. It was baggy on her, but it was nice to put on something clean.

She walked out of the bathroom. Finding the man on the couch, she asked where his wife was. "I don't have one" he answered. "Why not?" He told her about the two relationships that had gone wrong in his life. When he finished, he asked why she was homeless. She swallowed hard, then told him her tale. "And your name isn't Marie, is it?" Sandra shook her head, then told him. "Would you like to stay here a while?" he asked. Sandra nodded.

Chapter Four: Because The Night

Sandra didn't know what to make of the man. Although she caught him peeking at her from time to time, he never made any advances towards her. He took her out to eat often. Sandra went from having her ribs exposed to filling out a little in just a couple of weeks. She had never eaten so well.

He didn't force her to go school, and didn't bring up the subject of school.He did take her to a couple of museums and the zoo. They also went to the theater often. Sandra began thinking she could trust John. It was after one important trip that she decided to take a leap of faith.

That morning, after they woke up, he asked her if she wanted to see his hobby. She agreed. First, he drove her to a specialty store where she was fitted for a khaki jumpsuit her size. He also bought her a leather jacket. Then he drove her to a small airport. Pulling up next to a hangar, he got out and opened a large door. Pulling off a large tarp, he exposed an old plane.

"What is this?" she asked.

"An SBD Dauntless, an old warplane. We're going up today".

Sandra trembled with excitement for an hour while he checked the plane and had it gassed up. Finally, they took to the air. Sandra had never been in a plane. She found takeoff and landing exciting and scary. After the flight, she hugged John and thanked him for the trip.

That night, at bedtime, in T shirt and shorts over her underwear, she appeared at his bedside. "What's up?" he asked. "Every night, I sleep on the couch" she started. He cut her off with "That was your decision, remember?" "Yeah", she replied, "but tonight, I want to sleep in a bed".

He moved over and motioned to the bed. She slowly climbed in. Looking him in the eye she warned him, "no touching, and stay on your side of the bed". He responded by rolling over and going to sleep.

The next night it happened. John and Sandra left out early catching dinner in a restaurant before going to a concert hall. Sandra noticed that most of the people there were John's age. She didn't look forward to hearing old people's music, but her attention was riveted the second the music started.

The band was four guys, and a tall girl in black clothes who played guitar and did most of the singing. From her front row seat, Sandra sat until half an hour into the concert when the beat finally got to her. Standing up, she began swaying and moving to the music. The girl singer moved out to Sandra and had her play the guitar by using a pick on the strings. An ear to ear smile crossed Sandra's face and she became a convert to the music.

The final song of the night struck Sandra in a way she never expected. The melody was haunting, but the words struck her between the eyes. She felt her heart swell to twice normal size and tears flowed from her eyes. After the song, the singer went out to Sandra giving her a rose that had been tossed onstage. Sandra was so overcome with emotion, that John had to carry her out to the car.

"Are you OK?" he asked when they got to the car. Sandra nodded, then snuggled next to John. He put his arm around her as they drove home. When they got home, Sandra got out on his side of the car and held his hand all the way into the house. "What's come over you?"

Sandra smiled, blushed, and pulled him all the way to the bedroom. She sat him on the bed, then gave him a long kiss. "Thank you for the most wonderful night of my life" she said, adding another long kiss. Moving the kisses along his chin to his ear she began to sing

"Because the night is made for lovers, Because the night is made for love, Because the night is made for lovers, Because the night is made for us".

She began kissing him in earnest, pushing him back on the bed. They caressed each other. She pulled her shirt off. He rolled her over. He moved his kisses down her neck  to her nipples. As his tongue went around her right nipple, she felt a tingle she had never felt. She began working her pants and panties off. John helped her undress, then moved between her legs, kissing, then licking her hairless pussy.

Sandra gasped, shoving her pussy against him. She felt a funny feeling in her stomach. Then, a shudder went through her body. She let out a wail. She was burning between her legs and wanted his dick in her.

"Put it in me, put it in me, please" she whispered.

He positioned himself and placed his dick next to her pussy. He had never fucked anything that small.

"You have to help me" he said.

She reached down, guiding his dick in. He pushed the head of his dick in. She   gasped, then moaned. He pushed in, her tiny hole gripping his dick. He got five of his six inches in her when he found the depth of her pussy. He began using small strokes. She pushed against him, meeting his strokes. She  caressed his arms. They shared a long kiss, which she broke when her second orgasm hit. He felt his own cum rising up, which filled her hole.

He collapsed next to her. She rolled over on top of him, smothering him with kisses. "Can you do it again?" she whispered.

"We have all night, and the rest of our lives"

She smiled and kissed him. "Yes we do".