0 comments/ 87307 views/ 0 favorites Lynne By: Romeo Blue I love youth. At 31, I love the feel of a hot 18 or 19 year old girl holding tight to me. Lynne is a new toy and very much worthy of a quick story. We are at a start so I expect her to be worth much more very, very soon. Lynne was an online discovery and I'm glad I took the time to try to make a connection with her. By all means a very pretty 19-year-old young lady with beautiful eyes and a nicely shaped body. Not one of those anorexic youths ala Buffy or Love, but thick in the places it's good for a girl to be thick in. Her smile was the first thing I noticed, and her hair. Lynne is a redhead, and for all I've done in the past, a redhead had never been included. So Lynne, she's kind of short, very pretty, very well built and though she seemed a little shy at first, turned out to be anything but. As stated, we met online. An easy enough thing to do nowadays with the seemingly endless amounts of chatrooms, online meeting areas and singles sites. We exchanged emails a little, and then a quick phone call. All seemed to be going pretty well. Then I suggested a meeting, one she could decline if she felt at all uncomfortable. She accepted and it was set. We met first at her work, just for an introduction and a quick chance to say hi. We talked for about 20 minutes. I didn't want to get her into trouble, but I did want to spend some more time with her. I offered to be there when she got off of work and to give her a ride home, that way we could get to know each other a little more. She again agreed and we set a time. At the appointed time, I arrived and we headed off together. We talked and we joked and she was a genuinely nice and extremely capable young lady. We laughed for a while, just being in each others company. She seemed a little shy, but she was still here with me so I figured it was all good. As we talked, sitting in my car, she started to get a little more relaxed. We kissed a little, kind of cool. Her tongue is pierced so it was a new thing for me. Felt real good. She really likes to emphasize the fact that it's there and she does it well. Now like I said, she is just getting comfortable and I am starting to really get into her kiss when we get that all too familiar bright light shining into the car. A police car pulls up and the cop gets out and tells us we have to move along. Funny thing is he keeps shining his light on Lynne. She's 19, but she looks young, and you could see he had questions. He kept them to himself and again asked us to just move along, but he did give her another quick flash before walking away shaking his head. We move on to another little dark spot and we continue where we left off. Now, I like to be what my partners like me to be, I mean if it's soft and gentle, I'm that, if it's a little rough, I'm that. Now a gentleman doesn't just ask, he figures it out. Asking is just...uncouth. So I'm kissing her a little and really enjoying it. I begin to take notice of some things about her. I put my lips close to hers and I just brush them against hers, gently. She whimpers. I start to tease her with my kiss. I nibble on her lip, I snake my tongue out and touch her lips, she almost moans. Oh, and it's on now. Lynne is really starting to breathe hard and I can see her chest rising and falling with more and more urgency. So I kiss her, hard. I stick my tongue into her mouth and her mouth opens full and I try my damnedest to suck the stud right off her tongue. We're biting and nibbling and sucking on each others tongues like they were lactating tits and we were babes in need of sustenance. I'm crawling all over her and she is pulling my head harder to her trying to make an already throat deep kiss even deeper. We kiss and I start to touch her, all over. Then I do it, that thing. I bite her neck. I know some women love to have their necks paid attention to so I thought I'd give it a shot. She flipped, so I bit a little harder. The reaction was even more pronounced. She really liked it, and she liked it more the harder I bit. I pull her to me and squeeze. She moans. I have to test this. I have to know for sure what I have here in this young lady that seems to like to be bit. I change her position and slide my hand between her legs, start to kiss her and I slip my hand up her blouse and under her bra so I can have one of those nice tits in my hand. I bite her tongue and I start to squeeze her tit with some real force. Then I start to pinch her nipple, and I do it hard. She's enjoying it so much she pulls away from my kiss, she's really moaning and needs to breathe to do that. I start again on her neck, but this time I'm biting her harder and harder and I can feel the heat rising between her legs. I pull her hair and bite her and squeeze her and just try to learn what really turns her on. She likes pain. Oh, the times I'll have. I ask her if she has ever cum from just someone causing her pain and she says she has, but not tonight. It would seem I have things to learn. I want to learn. At this point it's getting a little late and I know I have to get her home soon, but I don't want to let go just yet. So I make the move and get my cock out into the open air. She starts to rub it slowly, gently. I can't believe it. She loves pain but worries that she might hurt me by being too rough with my dick. I tell her it's attached and she should give that bad boy a nice hard squeeze. She does, still a little worried but getting into it more and more. As she strokes it, it gets harder and harder until it feels it's about to burst. Then she starts, damn she's good. She lowers her head to my lap and sticks her tongue out. She runs the stud in her tongue all around the head and underside of my dick. She flicks the tip with her tongue and it feels so right. Then she just swallows the whole cock deep into her throat. Her tongue is amazing, it undulates and I can't even think straight. I have my hands in her hair and I'm pulling it and she's getting into my dick more and more. Awesome but just too gently. I am so into what she is into, so connected to that place in my head now that I want to feel it. I tell her to bite me, my dick. She looks at me with those precious eyes and asks if I'm sure. She has never done that because she has always been told that guys don't like that. I'm a different guy and I want her to bite it. She lowers her head back down and this time when she starts to suck my cock, she bites down on it. It feels great and I am in heaven. She uses her teeth almost like a gate, I'm shoving it deeper and deeper into her mouth until I hit the gate, and then I bust through it and her gag reflex kicks in. My bad. She asks if she's hurting me. I let her know she doesn't have to worry about that, just continue doing what she was doing. She starts to suck and bite on it again and I can feel the cum starting boil in my sack. I'm gonna cum and I grab her head and pull her hair and piston into hot talented mouth until I can feel myself starting to come. Her mouth is going crazy as I start to come, but when she realizes the cum is flowing, her technique changes. She loosens the bite and starts to swallow everything I'm putting into her throat. I'm pulling her hair harder and she sort of hums a moan and the vibration just thrills me to my bone. The cum feels like it's taking forever to fully erupt and I'm glad it is. She has talent, this one does. She keeps it in her mouth until it's fully done and she licks it a couple of times to ensure it's all done. I look forward to the next time. Lynne The first time I saw Lynne, was at a bar a group of friends and I started to frequent after our weekly workout. Yeah, nothing like losing all those pounds and get it all back in beer and chicken wings. Anyway, I first saw Lynne, she stood about 5' 2"; shoulder length, silken, honey blond hair; dark green eyes; full lips and huge breasts. They must have been at least D-cups (I'm terrible estimating size). Lynne was also about 175 pounds. But there was something that immediately attracted me to her. As we gave our drink orders and talked with her, I found she had a great personality and a great sense of humour. Each time we went to the bar, I made it a point to talk with her and get a big hug from her when I would leave. Her incredible fun bags would press into my chest and never failed to get me hard as I walked out the door. I found out Lynne was married. After she had her one kid, she never lost the weight she gained. But I thought she was still very doable. Her husband was a bit of a jerk and lost interest in her after the baby was born. She said she wanted to lose some weight to see if she could re-ignite some passion in there marriage. Last summer I started noticing her starting to drop some weight. "Hey Lynne." I said. "Wow you starting to look great...I mean you've lost weight!" I always found it difficult to try and sound supportive rather than condescending when I said things like that. "Yeah, I finally started to try and get this extra fat off." Lynne smiled back at me appreciating the fact I noticed. "Hope Wayne (her husband) will notice, but he hasn't yet." "Well, it's probably because he sees you all the time and it makes it tougher to see differences sometimes." I tried to offer some excuse for Wayne for some unknown reason. From what I got from Lynne and some of the other waitresses; he was a bit of a jerk who thought he was god's gift to women. "You mean it's such a little difference, I may as well give up?" "No, no!" I had to dig my way out of this hole. "It like you see your kid every day but someone else sees big changes in him and you don't." Lynne stared at me. "Hmm. Not helping am I." I realized this hole was so deep, I need an extension ladder to get out. "Err...you still look great." She let me off the hook. "I'm just giving you a hard time." She smiled. "Thanks for noticing." Problem was "time" wasn't the only thing getting hard. I had to quickly sit down before I started to poke through my pants. "Hey! Where's my hug?" Lynne demanded. "Shit!" I thought to myself. I could already feel Mister Stiffy straining against my pant leg. Lynne ran up to me and pulled me tight into her body. I hugged her back but tried to keep my back arched to avoid lower body contact. No good. Lynne pulled hard against the small of my back. There was definite contact of my cock against her. "Mmmm, I guess 'he' noticed my weight drop too." Lynne rubbed and wriggled her body against "him." "Sorry." I apologized. "Sometimes it has a mind of its own." "That's okay. I guess that's why they call them pricks." Lynne giggled. "I kinda enjoyed teasing you and him." referring to my pre-dick-ament. That comment didn't help my stiffness. Over the next couple of weeks, Lynne must have dropped 40 pounds. She continued to look better and better. Her body slimmed down and her face while still cherub like, had greater bone definition around her eyes, cheeks and chin. "Hi Lynne." I said. "You're looking incredible." "Thanks." She replied, but her spirit looked deflated. "But I'm not sure the effort was worth it." "Why? You look great!" I tried to get her enthusiastic. "Wayne still hasn't noticed anything and was ignoring me." Lynne explained. "I tried wearing sex clothes; walking around naked; playing around with him in our bedroom and in public but still nothing. And I 'm pretty sure he's having an affair." "I'm sorry to hear that." I said. "He's an idiot for not appreciating what he has." I gave Lynne a warm, sincere supportive hug. She sobbed on my shoulder. Her hair rubbed against my cheek. It felt like satin. She seemed to exude pheromones that were making my head swim and I started getting that familiar stirring in my pants. I didn't want to take advantage of her in this state and I broke our embrace before I ended up raping her on the restaurant floor. "Sorry." Lynne sobbed. "I didn't mean to cry on your shoulders, but you've been a great friend." "That's okay." I said. "I wish I could help you out more." Her eyes smiled back at me before she quickly exited back to the kitchen. I stood there kind of lost, so I decided to leave. I was parked around the back. As I walked to my car, I saw Lynne having a cigarette break. "Sorry for just taking off like that, but I didn't want to start crying in the bar." Lynne said as she flipped the butt away. "Too many 'I'm sorries,' none required." I replied. She wrapped her arms around my chest and nuzzled her face into my neck. I ran my hands through her hair and pulled her in tight. I automatically started to nibble on her ear. In return, Lynne started nibbling on my neck. She moved her right hand between us and onto my chest. At first I thought she was going to push away, but then her thumb started playing with my nipple. I took a firm grip of her hair and gently pulled. I looked deep into her emerald eyes then moved my lips to hers giving her the most passionate kiss I knew how to give. I let her tongue penetrate my mouth easily. We continued to play tonsil tag while I started to play with her breast. Even with her weight loss, Lynne's tits were still big, firm and beautiful. They were smooth as baby skin and soft as pizza dough. Her nipples were hard and the size of olives. I pulled up her T-shirt and unsnapped her lacy bra so I could play with her directly. "Fuck!" Lynne moaned. "It's been so long since a man has played with me." "I wanted you since we first met!" I replied. "God you're beautiful!" We continued our embrace for a few more moment. Suddenly, Lynne dropped to her knees. Her hands excitedly undid my belt and pants. I had forgotten clean underwear so I was commando after showering after my workout. My hard on fell out and pointed directly at Lynne's mouth. Lynne placed her hands on my hips and pulled her head forward; opening her mouth and engulfing my heavy 6 inches. Her tongue licked my ball sack as my cock head hit the back of her throat. Lynne moved her head back and forth. I watched as my cock slide in and out of her mouth. As she took in my length, she would press her nose into me and pause slightly before letting me slip out. Her technique was incredible, the sensation as awesome. I wanted to cum in her mouth not only because of her efforts, but also I didn't know how far this would go. I guess she sensed this. Lynne let me pop out of her mouth and looked up at me. "Please fuck me." She asked. I responded with a smile. I helped her up. As nimble as I could, I undid her jeans and slid them down to her knees. Lynne turned and supported herself against the back wall of the restaurant. Arching her back. "Please fuck me!" she begged again as I admired her ass. I spread her soft silky marshmallow cheeks and rub my dick in her crack. Lynne was wearing a string thong. I easily pulled them aside and slid a finger between her cunt lips. They were already dripping. I lubricated my knob against her slit and place it at her waiting hole. With one push, I slowly slipped my entire pole inside. "Fuck! Yes!" Lynne shouted. "It feels sooo goo.o..od! Fuck me!" I started moving my hips back and forth. Her cunt was so hot, my cock was on fire. Her walls squeezed me as it tried to suck me inside. Her head hanging down below her arm suddenly shot back. "F..u ..ck! Fuck me hard!" She screamed. "You're making me c...cu...mmm!" I started to thrust as hard as I could. Her pussy started to spasm. "A...agg...aghhh! I'm cum..m..ing!" Lynne exclaimed. I started ejaculating my load deep into her womb. With each thrust of my hips, it felt like I shot a quart of cum into her. After about 6 or 7 wads, my thrusts stopped. I slowly pulled out, while Lynne remained supporting the wall with her head hanging down. Cum started to pour out of her. Lynne re-adjusted her thong and pulled up her jeans as I tucked myself away. "Thank you. That was wonderful." Lynne expressed. "You may not understand how good I feel to be wanted like that." I didn't know what to say. I gave her a big hug as she started to cry. She wanted to finish her shift with my semen staining her jeans. "I want to remember the way you made me feel." I waited for her shift to end then drove her home. Her husband was still out. She wanted to suck me off, but I said "No." I gave her a respectable kiss and told her I'll see her at the bar the next time. I was there at the bar, but Lynne wasn't for a couple of weeks. I was concerned and thought about driving by to make sure things were okay, but then she showed up. "I found out that bastard husband of mine was playing around." Lynne told me. "Because of the way you made me feel, you've given me the strength and confidence to leave him. Thank you." She gave me a huge hug and a deep passionate kiss. We still remain very good friend (with benefits)!