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Everyday I see her on her porch, sitting in the
chair, and watching us. She watches all of us as we go by. The runners, us
walkers, and even the kids passing by and she watches us all from her
perch on her porch. Every day I walk and I’ll look up. I’ll look up and
I’ll smile. Why I do that, I’m not sure, but I do. I was taught to be that
way, taught to be a friendly person. That’s what my parents told me. Be
friendly, wave to your neighbors, and say hi to them. Most the time I do.
I wave to my neighbors, but sometimes I don’t. It all depends.
She was different. Don’t know why, but she was. A pretty woman she seemed
depressed or she looked it. Didn’t know anything about her either, but I’d
see her every evening around 7:30 and she sat and rocked and watched me go
by.
Somehow I came to like this woman. Don’t ask me why, I just did. She was
quiet and reserved. But she was sad also. I didn’t know why she was, but
she acted like it. No reason to know why, it wasn’t my business either,
and besides that she was an older then me. She was much older so why even
think she’d be interested in a guy my age, a guy like me? And for that
matter why was I interested in a woman like her or her age? But I was and
she caught my eye. There were so many features and so many different
mysterious things about her which caught my eye, caught my interest in her
so I waved one night. Oddly to my surprise she waved back and she smiled
and I saw her say hi.
It wasn’t much. It was courtesy smile, a simple friendly wave, but it was
what I was taught to do. I did right by my parents. I didn’t think much of
it. No, not really, but each night as I walked because I physically
couldn’t run any more I wouldn’t think about her at all, not until I’d
turn that corner. Once I did it would click in the back of my mind. She’d
be up there, on the porch, and she’d be rocking away in that chair. Yes
she would. She’d be doing whatever it was she liked doing- knitting or
reading or just thinking and she’d be watching all us as we went by.
That’s what she did.
Oddly, I expected to see her. I expected her to be there, to be waiting
for me, to be waiting so we could wave and say hi to me. I expected her to
be there expecting me to pass by her home. I expected her to see me pass
by, look her way, and say hi and wave. I anticipated all of these things,
but the one thing I didn’t anticipate was how it made me feel suddenly.
When she smiled and when she waved and when I saw her say hi, I didn’t
hear her, but I saw her mouth the words, and I liked that. It generated
heartfelt feelings towards her. No, that was wrong, all wrong, but I
looked forward to it but it was wrong.
She seemed sweet enough. She looked kind enough. She was older but not too
old I thought. She was possibly closing in on forty. I wasn’t sure. It
really didn’t matter. I was being friendly so I’d wave and say hi. All I
did was wave, smile, and say hi to her because that’s who I was. That’s
what I was all about, but this woman made me feel different. She made me
feel special. And I loved those feelings generated from the “relationship”
we were developing. It wasn’t a real relationship, but there was rapport.
She has nice hair. Kind of a sandy blond-brownish tone to it. It fell down
over her shoulders. Sort of slinky. It was curled by a curling iron. I
wasn’t sure, but it was pretty. And how it fell over her face, over
shoulders was appealing.
It overshadowed her eyes. I didn’t like that, but what was I to do? She
had a pretty smile, a really nice and pretty smile. I liked it well
enough. She was slender, very slender at that. For the most part she
always wore lightweight pastel dresses. Those were pretty dresses and I
found myself wanting to see them close up. I don’t know why and I
shouldn’t even care, but I did. A peculiar woman, I felt something for
her, towards the woman, and eventually as I walked by her home each night
I wanted to meet her.
Why? I still hadn’t figured it out. Maybe it was the mystery of that
forlorn look she held on her face. Maybe it was the gentle way about her
as she lifted her hand, smiled my way when I passed by, and said hi while
waving. Maybe it was her demeanor. An overall friendly demeanor that said
stop by sometime, let’s get to know each other. I wouldn’t mind if you
wouldn’t. Either way I enjoyed saying hi and told myself I would stop some
day and talk with her.
And I did. The following week I did stop. I slowed to a crawl as I walked
by, and I turned to wave. I smiled and I said hello. I didn’t just say hi.
I said hello and then I introduced myself to her. She smiled back, but
that smile wasn’t her normal everyday shy smile. It blew me away. It was
one hell of a smile. It was a brilliant smile. Like a day of cloudless
skies that light up your day, this smile lit up this woman’s face. It was
so brilliant that it attacked me like wildfire, but it was incredible. It
attacked my heart and seized me. It took me by surprise and descended on
my soul. Her smile along with her eyes engulfed me emotionally. I was
frozen. I could not believe she was capable of such a smile.
How that ever happened I had no idea, but it did. And when it did I wanted
to know this woman. I wanted her to know me. I wanted to stop by all the
time. I wanted to stop and talk with her, get to know her, and be with
her. I suddenly felt I had to know everything about her. And all because
of her brilliant alluring smile. That one day had done me in. It crushed
me emotionally. She melted me like I was plastic burning in a furnace. It
was incredible how I felt. It was euphoric… almost orgasmic. Oh how I
felt, it was so good. All the emotions which began sprouting had me
thinking I wanted to know this woman.
She said to sit down. I sat down. She didn’t stand up. We formally
introduced ourselves. Her voice was quiet, formal. She said it was unusual
for anyone to stop and say hi. She said no one, no youngsters ever stopped
and said hello. I was only 24, but I’ve been told and heard I was mature
for my age. I always felt that way. I was mature in different ways. I look
a few years older, but I also act older too. We talked and talked. Coming
and introducing myself to her made her feel special she said. It made me
feel special too. I felt it all over. There was something convincing about
this woman. There were things this woman said to me that had me roaring
feverishly inside. I don’t know if it showed, but I felt as if it did. And
then once again she flashed that exclusive brilliant smile of hers. It was
a wonderful, uplifting, and arousing smile too. I loved it. How couldn’t
I? My heart fluttered uncontrollably. My body twitched out of control.
Something was wrong. Something was wrong with me. I didn’t understand. Not
at first I didn’t, but when I saw her flash that dazzling smile, I missed
it the first time.
However, something somewhere in the depths of my mind I was being told
something. “She wants you and you want her too” my subconscious was
saying. “So casually and subtly tell her you think she’s an attractive
woman. Tell her you would love to please her, love to pleasure her in
unimaginable ways, but say so with all honest intentions in the world.
When you do, she will first feel insulted. After a while, after you leave
she will have thought about it what you’ve told her. And after thinking
about what you’ve said she will then invite you inside her house.”
Where was this insight coming from I wondered? And my subconscious mind
added “and she will want you. She will want you to take her. She will want
you to remove her clothing for her. She is lovely underneath. She is still
a sexy woman beneath her clothing and she will want you to notice her. She
will desire you to undress her. She will desire and want it done
romantically. She will want this and can’t wait for you to have your way
with her.” That’s what his mind… his subconscious mind had told him.
I left and began hearing those same words over and over. They seeped out,
slowly and they crept out from the back of my head, from the depths of my
mind, and when it occurred to me it was all true… when I realized it was
true I was suddenly turned on. I was aroused by the idea and by every
possibility.
At first I was afraid of my thoughts. At first I didn’t like them. I left
my house again and walked by her house and she waved, saying hi to me.
That time she didn’t offer her brilliant smile. It wasn’t part of her wave
like I’d seen the day before. I loved her dazzling smile. It put me over
the edge. I thought of it way too often. When I did think of it I was
totally aroused, completely turned on by her.
Something somewhere told me to go, to go and see her. I was told to go and
knock at her door, have her invite me in. She will invite me in. She will
more then be willing to invite me in and she will have sex with me. I
couldn’t believe what my mind was saying. And it will be amazing as my
imagination lets sex be. I was too horny, too horny for this older woman,
but I didn’t care about her age. I only cared about her body, her beauty.
I only cared about my friendship with this nice woman. I only cared about
one thing.
So I set out after cleaning up myself and dressing. I hopped in my car and
drove to the woman’s home. I did not bring flowers. I did not bring any
chocolates. I only brought myself and I only brought what the woman
desired of me. I hoped I was right. I hoped she would not mind. I got to
her house and I heard nice music playing inside. She was sitting in a
chair.
She sat in it swaying, listening to her music. She was not wearing a dress
like other days. She wore a blouse and I thought a skirt as well. I
couldn’t be too sure, but it didn’t matter anyway. I rang the doorbell and
she stood slowly to answer it. She saw through the glass portals that I
had called on her. When she saw my face I saw that dazzling smile light up
her eyes and light up her face. It was so radiant that my heart and my
loins jumped all the way up to my throat. I suddenly couldn’t speak.
Her eyes lit up as she flung the door open. But I still could not talk. I
was too horny. I was too aroused and needed to bring myself under control.
There was no advice to that. I was left to manage on my own.
She knew exactly why I came. She must have. My arrival set the woman into
some kind of emotional and wild tailspin. She wanted me. I didn’t see it,
but she did. She wanted to kiss me everywhere. She wanted me to undress
her and take her in my arms and she wanted me to hold her intimately. She
wanted to feel my lips. She wanted my body coveting hers. And there were
fireworks setting off within her, but they were going off in me too. When
it did happen there would be no stopping the two of us.
She sat me down in a cordial way, but her eyes were lit up like roman
candles. I could see it in them. It was exciting to see, but she behaved
normally other then that. We talked as the music played. She asked me, in
her quiet voice, if I like the classic rock. I nodded saying yes I did.
She smiled and said it was truly the best. That smile wasn’t her brilliant
one. It wasn’t the one that had my emotions wildly running out of control.
I studied the woman and she studied me. We watched one another’s
mannerisms. We spoke of nothing, we discussed some important things, and
she said she forgot herself and offered me a drink. I said water was fine
and she hobbled on one good leg, bringing back two tall glasses of water.
I didn’t know her leg was bad. She said she fell down. She told me she
tripped on her stairs. By that time we sat on her divan, she at one end,
and me at the other. The more we talked, the prettier she was, and my
heart fluttered everywhere. I found I was closing my legs too often and I
wondered if she picked up on it or not. We discussed nonsensical things
coming to a void and I noticed I was looking around her house. I noticed
the antiques. I noticed more conventional decorations. I turned to ask her
about some of her antiques.
I pushed myself back. It was an instinctive move, but I did it abruptly.
It didn’t stop her. She had unbuttoned two of the buttons on her blouse. A
slinky top, it fell off her shoulders and although a slinky, lighter
weight pale peach top I was able to see the shape of her boobs earlier.
Even though hers weren’t enormous they still offered a young guy like me
much heralded joy. I found myself calling them out. I found my mind
telling me “see I told you so” and I found my loins falling in line with
everything screaming at me to take her and make love to her.
She did not smile. She simply sat there, facing me, and slowly but surely
undoing another button then another. There seemed to be many. They were
small. There were more on her slinky blouse then I would have gathered. I
felt my body tensing, riveting, and I was twitching and tingling more then
ever now.
She watched me as she methodically unbuttoned that blouse. Her delicate
but mid-sized breasts as with her cleavage began to appear before me. Ohhh
god I wanted this. Ohhh god I wanted her. What was I doing? Oh god that’s
right… I know now. I knew it all along. I was weakening. I was giving in.
She was taking control. It was the first glimpse of a smile on her face.
With one hand, her fingers pushed back her soft curling hair. She smiled
again, slightly. I loved her smile even if she was overdoing it.
The woman was always sexy, but now… now she was heightening all my senses.
Now she was super-sexy. I wanted to come closer. I wanted to look into her
face, look at those buttons, and I wanted to undo them for her, but she
remained in her spot and gazed upon me. She turned around and grabbed
something. She pointed it and there was complete silence in the room. Then
she stood, turned out the lights, and she reached out to me never once
saying a word. She smiled, quietly and humbly. It was beautiful. She was
too.
My cock, it was twitching. I felt pangs wildly, hurriedly pulling power
and energy towards it. I was wild about her, wild about what we were about
to do, and I wanted to put my hands all over her. I wanted… no I craved
her. I craved her slinky curvy figure and I found myself talking, aloud.
Not loud, but saying stuff. I was saying things like “She’s so beautiful.
She’s every guy’s dream. She wants me, only me, and I… oh I want to be
with her too. I want her and I want to be the best lover she’s ever had.”
And she stopped and she turned and faced me, smiling. “You will be” she
said “you will be” she told me again. She led me into this ornate bedroom.
There was a huge canopy bed, deep shag carpet, and a huge long dresser
with a large circular mirror with three partitions to it on top.
She turned and faced me. Taking my hands she pressed them against her
chest, her bosoms, and she held them against her boobs. Her blouse, only
partially opened displayed the most gorgeous set of breasts I ever
imagined in my entire life. Her eyes remained closed while holding my
hands against her tits. She left them closed as I felt them against the
palms of my hands.
The silk material made my being there exotic. That material made her
appear alluring and more erotic then imaginable to me. She said something.
It was a whisper and she told me to undo the rest of her buttons. I did.
She closed her eyes again as she felt her blouse coming undone.
Surrounding air washed inside it, against her warm soft flesh. She smiled,
guardedly. The gentle but guarded smile grew steadily. She looked prettier
then I had ever seen her look. I wondered what she’d look like if only her
eyes were open.
“You’re beautiful” I told her in a hushed voice.
The room, my presence, and the two of us together at that moment were
meant to be. I could feel it. She could feel it too. We were meant to be
as one, together as lovers, as friends, and I was meant to be there to
sexually gratify this new friend.
“I know you do” she came back “and I will find you to be one extraordinary
lover” she told me. “You will be a very sexy lover. That’s why I have
chosen you. Make love, with me, tonight, and let’s enjoy all this all the
way until morning.” Her voice was mesmerizing, hypnotic, and she gazed
into my eyes as she said it, not smiling but with great passion and desire
in her eyes.
She looked at me and began undoing the buttons of my shirt. As she did, I
looked inside her blouse. She was magnificent. They were magnificent. Her
breasts were utterly amazing. She said something. She said I was free to
feel them, free to feel them all night if that’s what made me happy. It
would, but she said she wanted to feel me too. She wanted to touch things
on me and she smiled when she said it. Our eyes met. She kept unbuttoning
my shirt.
I heard her breathing. It was a calm breathing, a relaxed and hypnotic
breathing. It heightened my senses. It aroused me. I began to hope I was
arousing her as well. My shirt opened up and she saw my chest. She smiled.
Her smile, again, was that dazzling, brilliant smile I had seen earlier on
her lips. The same smile seduced me. It melted me and broke me down. It
broke me completely. I knew I was hers, I knew I wanted to be hers all
night. I was overwhelmed by it all. I was overcome by her beauty. I was
overcome by desire I had never experienced this degree of it in my life.
Her hands felt my chest. They were idle, but she felt it. I tingled
fanatically while her fingers went about delicately touching the flesh of
my chest. And then they felt my abdomen. I felt feverish as they trickled
over it. My legs cramped up. My cock surged with incredible power.
I had to have this woman any way I could. I had to have her. I started
telling her I had to have her. She asked how. She told me to tell her how
I had to have her. Her tone was calm, but she wasn’t calm. I saw that in
her eyes, her face. She wanted to know how I wanted her. She felt she had
to know. She felt she needed to know how I wanted her. In what ways did I
want her?
So I told her. As quietly and as calmly as possible I explained to her how
I wanted her. Her eyes did not move. They did not close. She never winced
with desire. She did not feel faint. Her knees did look as if they were
going weak, but she stood there. She stood calmly listening to every word
I said to her. And she yearned for it all, for what I told her I wanted to
do with her. She smiled once in a while. She loved what she heard. I was
horny and I told I was. I told her I was very turned on by her.
She smiled. It was an excited smile. When she heard me tell her that I was
very horny, she smiled hungrily, spiritedly. I asked her if her smile
meant she desired me the same way and she nodded. She nodded and told me
yes. I told her to tell me, explain to me what she wanted too. My voice,
it sounded too eager. Yes, I was eager, but she was eager to and I that’s
when I pulled off her blouse. We watched it drop, float to the floor.
She was magnificent. They were magnificent. Wholesome, shapely, and
flawless. I ogled them, but my mind didn’t let me get caught up in them,
not yet it didn’t. I removed her long skirt and I lifted this gorgeous and
lovely woman off her feet. I lifted her up and I laid her, like a feather,
on her bed. Laying her on her large and awesome canopy bed felt the same
as seeing it done in a movie.
She smiled. She watched me as I lay her down. I removed my shoes and I
removed my socks and I mounted her. One leg on each side of her, I mounted
this gorgeous woman’s body. I crawled upwards, over her body and I swooped
down over her. I kissed her tender lips as my arms reached around each
side of her. I embraced her as I kissed her lips and she lay motionless
feeling me against her, feeling my lips against her lips, and letting me
kiss her intimately and passionately. To me it was spectacular. How I felt
at that moment was incredibly amazing to that point. How much I desired
her, this beautiful sexy woman was spectacular to me. I wanted too many
things at once, but I forced myself not to be too ambitious. Appreciate
her, appreciate who she is, and appreciate all that I before me and it
will all come in time.
Her hands touched me. Here, there, and everywhere I felt her warm hands
and fingers touching my back and my shoulders too. As I kissed her tender
lips her hands danced like a ballerina across my back, feeling me, and
feeling what I was as a man. Her lips were moist. They were definitely
gentle. But her lips were accepting lips. They accepted mine into her
world and in doing so I was allowed to discover the beauty and sexy nature
of this older woman’s lips.
I stopped kissing them and pulled away. Still mounted over her slender
curvaceous physique, I knelt upright and I looked down on it, upon her I
looked into her eyes and what I saw was incredible. She was happy, she was
already gratified, and I could see a satisfaction in those once mournful
eyes. It felt great and we hadn’t done anything. She was to me more then
anything in this world a captured spirit, arising from ashes, and now for
whatever reason this woman was happy. She looked elated I’d come to her
that night.
She looked down. She was looking at me jeans. I knew she wanted them off.
I wanted them off too and so I undid them, unsnapped them, and I rustled
them off me quickly. It presented itself to her. She was overjoyed I
removed my jeans.
I noticed her eyes glisten, an enthralled look on her face, and all the
soft features on it suddenly changed. Her face, it filled with pleasure,
and it also filled with fire. She was inspired and aroused and this woman
wanted nothing but unending pleasure. Her eyes looked towards me, waiting
for mine to meet hers. She gazed without speaking telling me what it was
she needed, first. How I knew I do not know but somehow she transmitted
it. I crept towards her, one leg after the other.
My cock, the shaft, and my balls swiveled over her face. The woman stared
at the mechanism and then she looked at me and winked. Her face was lit
up. Again lit up like roman candles and her demure hands and fingers took
hold of my cock as she eased upwards to have a taste.
Her tongue was first. It touched the outer perimeter. On the underside, it
slid from top to bottom. I groaned and arched my back pulling it all away.
She smiled and watched me as I settled back into her hands. Her eyes were
warm, her look was accepting, and I could feel the tips of her breasts.
They flashed against my ass and all I wanted was crush them in some sexual
form or another.
But she held my dick, she held the shaft, and she continued licking the
underside of the shaft. But I felt them, I felt it… I felt her lips
kissing my ball. I heard her. It was pleasing too. She moaned pleasurably
while her lips settled on my sack. I wanted her to swallow. I wanted her
to suck them, but I guess she would do it all in her own time.
Finally she told me to slide off her so she could get a better position.
And I did as she commanded. I lay flat for her. She knelt with her bad leg
down at my feet. She stared at me wearing a smile. That’s when she reached
behind her.
They came to rest not far from where they originally started. Her bosoms
didn’t drop too far. In fact it was amazing they didn’t fall far at all.
Her smaller frame, her demure figure hoisted a sizeable pair of tits. I
was amazed at their actual size. She knew I wanted to suckle them all
night. She smiled and she winked and she nodded her head acknowledging my
thoughts, but she looked at my hardened dick and scooted towards it.
She twisted and turned and cavorted around it, she moved like an athlete.
Her movements weren’t swift, but her movements were graceful. I thought I
was the partner of a gymnast watching her body move in various rotations.
Kissing it, licking it too only drew thunderous desire within me. I wanted
to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her explosively. I wanted to fuck her cunt.
But I wanted also to fuck her mouth, her ass, and also her tits. I wanted
to fuck this awesome woman any way possible that night.
And as her mouth and lips and tongue discharged my voluntary decisions, I
succumbed to her will. I succumbed to her whims too. She reached forward,
she pulled my hips towards her, and I saw my cock… my long narrow cock
slip inside her mouth for what seemed forever. And after it disappeared
inside she moaned merrily. Sounds of pure joy were murmuring from within
her. Sucking it, swallowing it, and also kissing its tip she mesmerized me
forever like she was more experienced then a whore.
“Kiss my boobs” I heard her say. “Ohhh god, kiss them” she pleaded with
me.
I was happy to pleasure myself in that capacity. I tried kissing them
tenderly, but her hands found my head. And as soon as they did I felt my
face crushed against her hot tender flesh between her tits. She wailed out
telling me to kiss them, suck them, and she moaned that she loved me. Now
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I wasn’t about to question her
at all.
“Kiss them… ohhh god kiss them, suck them forever, and don’t stop turning
me on” she cried out. Her hands were still crushing the back of my head.
My head was still compressed hard between her tits, but I wasn’t
complaining.
How many guys get chances like this?
I rubbed her arms and I ran my hands threw her hair. I was having
difficulty breathing. It was as passionate as anything gets. Finally her
hands let go. I began kissing her tits all over. Kissing and kissing and
needling them riveted me more. I had to fuck her. I had to screw this
woman’s pussy, badly. As I kissed or as I licked them I found that I was
pushing my cock into her body. I heard her moaning and cooing. I
discovered she enjoyed it a lot.
Pleasurable as it was, I think I was releasing pre-cum. Suddenly, I heard
her say “Don’t, please don’t… not yet… not yet honey.”
So she had to have felt it. She must have felt it seeping. I didn’t like
that at all. No pre-cum, none of that, and only do what she wants you to
do. I kissed and kissed and I kissed her tits all over, everywhere I
could. She hoisted her body, arching it up, and enjoying my sexual
entertainment. Her breathing was fast. Her body arched often. I wanted
this woman too much.
“Lick me… lick my pussy” she said to me.
Fuck yeah I will I told myself. You bet your ass I will. My face lit up.
She knew how I was feeling and when I entered in between her thighs her
body forced itself against my mouth hoping I’d give her some surprise. I
did my best. She did hers. I was grunting and enjoying the scent from her
cunt. God it was beautiful with vaginal hair swarming my cheeks. Her lips
were fresh, so was her pussy. It felt like a virgins almost. It was hot,
it was tight, but best of all it was juicy.
I gave up holding out. I knelt upright in defiance. I wanted to have sex
with this woman. I wanted intercourse in the best way we knew how. And I
wanted to cum inside her. I wanted to explode inside this woman soon. I
couldn’t take it any longer. She was a controlled woman, but I was not a
controlled man. No, I wasn’t. And I wasn’t taking no for an answer any
longer. I had to pleasure myself, pleasure this woman, and I wanted it to
be so gratifying to her that she’d want me repeatedly to come back to her.
She could tell. She could see that it was my mission. She saw it in me.
She could see what was inside me. And she smiled, not timidly, but she
did. She looked into my eyes, looked deep within my soul, and she saw it.
She saw what I now truly desired. She gave it to me. She allowed it now.
She allowed me to have her the way I’ve wanted her from the outset.
She took me. And I took her too. She waited for me. She waited for me to
reach out and take her as I pleased. I placed it against her pussy. It
waggled against the opening and it felt right, she felt right. It all felt
like it was meant to be.
We looked at the others face. She seemed content. She wasn’t reluctant at
all. She wanted me now. She wanted me fiercely. Her eyes burned
feverishly. I understood the burning desire on her face. She was crying
aloud through her eyes, through her face that she had to have me as I had
to have her too.
I spread out across her as my cock slowly coursed its way inside. I
immediately felt it. Her walls within, they were swelling. She was tight.
They captured it inside just as soon as I entered her. Pressing firmly
against my unpredictable erection, her swollen excited pussy guided my
cock downward inside her aroused cunt. I did not look, not at first, but
she wanted to fuck me.
She wanted us to make love, fuck hard and she wanted me to be spent inside
her as soon as possible, I thought. I reached forward, my hands and
fingers climbing her forearms, and stretching gloriously towards her
hands. I reached them, they intertwined with hers, and we held the others
hand resolutely. Feeling her pussy, feeling her tightened walls swollen
against my extended cock it was remarkable. She was remarkable. She looked
fulfilled. Already she looked like she accomplished her goal. Her eyes
were glassed over. I wanted to ask her how she was, but it was peaceful
lying on her hands and now, legs interwoven with each other.
My cock felt heightened as I did too. We lay motionless and her eyes
remained calm. She closed them, I closed mine, and then I felt this
pressure. She pushed against and then pushed again. I assumed she was
ready to make love.
I pulled away and shoved myself back in. She let go of one hand. It
reached down and she stroked herself. We continued pushing against each
other. She moaned, quietly, but she moaned again and again. I found myself
groaning too, matching groan for moan. I moved against her, pushing harder
and harder, and she moaned louder and we fucked forever.
Ten minutes and then twenty and then twenty five after that, I descended
and disappeared and her swollen cunt pushed back. There was squealing.
There were odd sounds emitted as he fucked, but she wasn’t crying out. She
hadn’t cried out at all. Fucking harder, fucking faster, her moaning
becoming louder. Rapture filled is both and I told her I was in heaven.
She smiled, but she winced, and she bucked me harder then a bronco. I
plowed and pushed, I knew I wanted to orgasm inside her.
“I am ready” I said. I spoke abnormally. She said no. She said not yet.
She said it would be a few more minutes. But I was almost too far gone.
Then something happened that was weird. “What was that?” I said. She said
it did not matter.
She controlled me. She controlled my cock. She kept me from exploding just
yet. She humped and she squeaked, she moaned and cried out rapturously.
Her breasts swelled, her eyes, opened up, and her body rose off her bed. I
kept fucking her and fucking her, trying to control myself from exploding.
“Now… do me now” she shouted. “Fuck me harder, let it go” she exclaimed.
She was squealing and reeling. She was cumming harder then I ever
imagined. I felt it, I felt her. Like a ruptured pipe she exploded. Like a
horrible leak I did too. White fluids oozing wildly from between both of
us, a huge puddle was forming just before it disappeared. Her sheets
absorbed it all and she lay in our spent cum. And she said to me something
that floored me.
She said “Let’s do this all again.”
I was spent, she was too, and so how the hell could she begin again. Oh
god oh wow… how the hell was I, was she going to have sex like this right
away?
“Wasn’t this beautiful?” she asked. Her eyes twinkled brightly. Her teeth
were whiter then white and she was as dazzling and as sexy as I had ever
seen her. I only had one question for her.
“Who are you?” I said.
“Just a woman” she replied. “Just a woman, like any other woman, but a
woman who doesn’t” but her voice trailed off, her mind drifted off
somewhere, and she went quiet. Her eyes changed. They were in another
world. She was in another world. Her face was forlorn. I had to know. I
wanted dearly to know all her deep dark secrets. So I reached for her
cheek and I turned it back towards me.
I asked her again “Honestly, who are you really?”
She looked into my eyes. I saw something I didn’t like, at first. She said
it was nothing. She looked away at first, but turned back towards me and
smiled. Then she grabbed me. She grabbed me hard. She grabbed my body
passionately saying thank you. And she started kissing my lips zealously,
feverishly. I couldn’t believe how she made me feel.
I was hard in seconds. Her hand slid down and felt my cock, felt it and
stroked it, and I heard her pleasant moans. I enjoyed her kissing. I
enjoyed how she stroked my already spent cock. But I loved listening to
those gentle moans of hers. It meant we were going to have sex again and
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