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A Long Time

By: harder



He had always suggested another meeting but she had of course reminded him of their agreement. But he was nothing if not persistent. He could not get the image of her naked before him nor did he suspect that she could quite put him out of her mind.

He finally had some down time coming up before his next trip and called her to see how she was. It was Friday. He was happy to hear her voice and even happier to learn her busy schedule was finally slowing down and all her home remodeling was done. Which meant that she would again be 'home alone'! She was as exciting to talk to as ever and her of course was again suggesting they be together even if it was infrequently. To his pleasant surprise she agreed that they should talk on Monday and he should come by to see all the work that had been done. He was already hard just talking with her and thinking about what was to come.

She was so happy to hear from him and she always felt so good talking with him. And he was sooo persistent. He melted her on the phone reminding her of their first time together. She felt herself becoming aroused again even though she had fought it. She wanted him, as much as he wanted her, she knew it and so did he. She found herself agreeing to talk with him again on Monday morning and knew where that would lead. But she didn't care she wanted him. She wanted to see him, to feel him. She wanted to feel his kiss on her mouth. She wanted to feel his hands running all over her, pulling on her nipples, squeezing her ass, and most of all playing with her pussy. 

She found herself daydreaming off and on all weekend about him and about their last time together when she had met him at her door in nothing but high heels and her mink coat. She could still see the look of desire on his face and if she closed her eyes she could almost feel his tongue between her legs! This was going to be a long few days. It was quiet in the house, as everyone had gone to bed over an hour ago. 

She tried to keep busy but at the end of the day after everyone was asleep Friday night she found herself alone in her bathroom taking off her clothes and looking at herself in the mirror. She turned on the shower thinking she would take a quick shower before bed. She had been dieting and working out for the last few months in preparation for an upcoming cruise and it showed. But like all women she always saw room for more. As she looked she found her hands wandering over her breasts as her nipples hardened and a familiar wetness started to flow between her legs. Damn him, she thought. She had been fine all this time or so she thought and her she was alone thinking of him and getting excited again. She knew it was too late now. She gave in, and let her hands fall to touch herself between her legs. She closed her eyes for a moment and there he was in her mind's eye standing behind her naked, his rigid cock pressing against her ass and his hands playing with her pussy. 

She opened her eyes and looked at the clock. She had been standing there in playing with herself for a few minutes and it had seemed like only seconds and she was already soaking wet and she knew on her way to a solo climax that would be big since it had been so long. It didn't matter, she knew what she wanted, him. She looked at her image in the mirror. There was a look of hunger, of desire in her eyes and all the while her fingers were working her pussy. Her clit was hard and extended out as her fingers stroked across it. Her wetness was even greater now as she again thought of him and the last time they were together. She loved how she excited him. She remembered how he slid the fur from her leaving her naked except for her heels. He turned her around and bent her over the table in the room as he did nudging her legs slightly further apart. Then she felt his cock that day pressing against her wet pussy lips and then sliding into her. He buried it in her and pumped her with it few times she remembered, which caused her to inhale deeply now as she thought of it and could feel her climax building. 

Damn him, she was standing alone naked, her hands busy at her pussy about to cum and all this from just talking to him and now thinking about him. 

She didn't hold back she worked her pussy now faster and faster holding her pussy open with one hand while working her clit quickly with the other. She looked up in the mirror as she began her orgasm. Her mouth was open; her tits were flush, nipples hard as her eyes glazed over with pleasure as she shuddered with the release that was the beginning of her very, very, intense orgasm. She heard herself moan as she came and was thankful she had turned on the shower before she started, as she had not imagined this would be what she would be doing. She felt her self bending at the waist and pushing down and back as she imagined him behind her now his cock pumping in and out of her pussy while his hands rubbed her clit making her cum. 

It was so intense, so real she couldn't believe it was just a fantasy. She came down from her climax and saw herself shaking her head in disbelief in the mirror and then smiled at what she had just experienced. She knew she had to have him again.

He hung up from talking with her and his cock was hard as usual after they talked. He tried to ignore the situation but could not. He sought relieve by removing his clothes and lying down on the bed. He took his rock hard cock in one hand and his balls in the other. He began stroking himself slowly at first and then as he thought of her he picked up speed. He thought of their first time together in the car where he had made her cum by playing with her pussy while he kissed her. She came quickly and after she did she had quickly bent over and took out his cock forcing his pants down and out of the way. He closed his eyes and saw her in his mind with her face buried between his legs. He remembered her hot, wet mouth engulfing his cock. How excited she was to have him in her mouth. He felt how she had sucked him all the way in while working his balls with her hands. She had stopped then for a moment to come up and look in his eyes, smile, and kiss him and ask him if he wanted to cum in her mouth. He didn't have an answer then or now. 

He remembered groaning then, as she slipped her mouth back around his quivering cock. He remembered how great it felt and how wet she was when he slipped his hand down her back and over her ass and into her pussy. She was pushing her pants farther down for him allowing him complete access to her. He remembered how disappointed he was when she stopped sucking his cock suddenly and sat up. He opened his eyes from his reverie and saw that his cock was now twice as hard and much longer than it had ever been. He went back to his memory as he increased the pressure on his cock stroke, knowing he was very close. He saw her in his mind's eye as she sat back in the car and pushed her pants down and off. He saw the look of need and desire in her eyes. And he felt himself smile broadly as he remembered her climbing across the front seat and straddling his cock and then pushing herself down and onto his waiting hard cock. 

That was all it took. He came back to the present day as his cock unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cum onto his chest and abdomen. He was groaning as he lessened his stroke and when he finally looked down he was amazed at the volume of cum he had produced from just thinking about her. It really was going to be a long weekend.

He found himself thinking about her all weekend. He hoped she wouldn't change her mind. He wondered what she would surprise him with next when he saw her on Monday. 

Each time they had been together she had found something new to wear. Though she hardly wore any clothes, except for during their car ride and even then she was practically naked. The first time it was a long warm blue robe, then a short colorful kimono, then a sheer red see through full-length cover up, and then of course a mink coat and heels. She was going to take him on a tour of her newly remodeled basement family room. Maybe she would have something in store for him there. Maybe when he came by she would be waiting for him down there leaving the door open for him allowing him to come in and lock the door behind him. Maybe she would be naked down there waiting for him? The suspense would be unbearable.

Monday finally came. It had taken too long in his mind and hers. He called early, about nine, she answered. She was excited to hear his voice. His low and soft tone had always made her hot. She told him she needed to shower and get 'ready' and that she would call him back afterwards.

More waiting, he didn't mind though. Being with her was always worth the wait. He was finishing his coffee when the phone rang, it was her, finally. 

After he said hello, she said, " I'm all clean!" happily and as sexy as ever.

He said, "Can I come over and see?"

She answered, " Yes! Please. I'll leave the door open. Please lock it behind you. Oh, and bring that digital camera you were telling me about" and then she hung up without waiting for his reply.

He answered, " I'm on my way" but she was already gone. 'His camera?' he thought, wow. He quickly found it and felt his cock was already beginning to harden thinking about what was ahead. He smiled as he went out the door, his mind reeling with anticipation and with memories.

She hung up and noticed her heart was already beating fast just from the anticipation. She couldn't believe she was doing this. What had she been thinking? 'Bring his digital camera!' Ohhhh! They had talked about this briefly and she had admitted to being turned on by the thought of posing for very intimate photo's for him. But she had decided against it previously. Now here she was getting ready to pose for him and was extremely excited about it. She imagined the look on his face at this moment as he was leaving wondering what was to come. She quivered inside at the thought.

She checked herself one more time in the mirror and then she quickly gathered up what she would need and went down from her bedroom to the main floor and locked all the doors except the front door, which she left unlocked and slightly ajar for him. Then she gathered up all of her things again and headed down the stairs to her newly remodeled and empty basement. She had turned up the heat earlier so she would be sure to be warm and comfortable down here with out clothes. 

Since it was a basement there were no windows and since it was new there was no furniture just freshly painted walls and newly installed carpet. Once she got down there she set down her things and started to turn lights on and off until she had just the look she wanted. Then she began to make her preparations. She had brought down with her pillows, a large soft blanket, and her robe. She laid out the blanket so it was positioned directly under one of the lights and then unscrewed the rest so the only light acted as a spot light on the blanket. 

When they had spoken last she was getting dressed to go out and he had asked what she was wearing and she described it for him as she put the clothes on. The last things she mentioned were her earrings, necklace, and a large decorative belt. He had jokingly told her he of course would like her in just those, her earrings, necklace, and a large decorative belt. She had laughed and told him she was sure he would and then she had to go. He thought no more of it. She on the other hand had remembered this thought this morning and thought that was just what she would do.

She took opened her robe and fastened the belt around her waist then tied her robe closed again. She was ready. Oh was she ever ready. Her nipples were hard, her heart was racing, and she could feel wetness building between her pussy lips. She was so ready. She waited now to hear him coming in upstairs. She didn't wait very long. She soon heard the door open and close and heard him calling out to her as she heard his footsteps upstairs in the hall. She called out, "Down here baby. Don't forget to lock the door." 

Her heart was pounding now as she stood at the bottom of the stairs and peered around the corner looking up in anticipation. Wow, he made her so hot. There was so much electricity in the air whenever they were together. And she couldn't believe how naughty she felt and how much she liked the feeling.

As he walked quickly to her house he couldn't believe he was going to her and she had asked him to bring his digital camera. They had talked about how she loved to watch herself in the mirror as she came and how much she loved to look down between them as he fucked her watching his cock slide in and out of her. They had even discussed how she had posed a long time ago for pictures for a boyfriend. And he had said what a lucky guy he was and how he had wished he could have pictures of her for his own 'private pleasures'. He had never dreamed that he would actually be able to make this wish, this fantasy come true. As he walked up to the door he reached in his pocket and made sure the camera was turned on, it was ready and so was he. 

He got to the door and just as promised, it was slightly open for him. He went in quickly and closed the door behind him and locked it. As he did he called out to her, "Hello, where are you?"

He heard her voice answering him back from downstairs. He looked to the door to the basement and saw that it was open and he heard her say, "Down here baby. Don't forget to lock the door."

He answered her as he walked towards her voice, " Don't worry I just did. Where are you?" She had always met him at the door in the past. This time she was nowhere in sight. 

He entered the stairway to the basement and saw her beautiful face peeking around the corner at the bottom of the stairs. She called up to him as she smiled up at him, "Right here!" and then she disappeared. 

He quickly descended the stairs and rounded the corner at the bottom. As he did he noticed it was a little dark and his eyes were having a little trouble adjusting to the lower level of light. As he rounded the corner he just about to call out to her when he looked up and saw her. 

His mouth was open but no words came out. She was standing there in the middle of the empty room on a blanket, surrounded by candles, with one light on overhead, which acted as a spotlight washing over her and showing off her beauty. She had on the blue warm robe she had on that first day. As he approached she undid the robe and opened wide and stood there posing for him. She had nothing on except earrings, necklace and a decorative belt, and they coy sexy smile that drove him wild.

She called out, " I'm ready for you to take my picture now. I hope you brought your camera as I asked." As she stood there, not moving holding the pose. He snapped the picture.

After he took the first picture he approached her but she held her hand out motioning for him to stop where he was. She then shook the robe off completely and threw it aside.

She stood with one arm across her chest covering her beautiful tits and the other in front of her small bush looking up at him shyly in mock shame. He shrugged off his coat and came a little closer. He was about ten feet away just outside the circle of light and slightly to her right side when he brought up the camera and framed her beauty in the viewfinder with the zoom lens, letting the camera worry about focus and light and snapped the picture. She jumped after the flash. He looked at the back of the digital camera and saw the preview and smiled, as he knew it would be perfect. 

He looked at her and said, " You're so beautiful. You're incredible. I can't believe it!"

She smiled back at him as she answered him, " I hoped you would like this. How about this for your next shot?" as she turned just her head slightly to look at him with her mouth slightly open and brought her hands up to cradle her breasts offering them up to him.

He framed this incredible image of her from the waist up and snapped another one. She smiled as she lowered her hands and removing the belt then put her hands flat against her abdomen forming a 'v' with them framing her neat little bush. Then she pulled up with a little pressure exposing her lips and just a hint of her clit. 

He kneeled and quickly took another photo. His mind was reeling. As soon as that flash subsided she moved to another provocative position all the while smiling at him. Now she stood slightly sideways to him and folded her arms so they would hold up her beautiful tits and then stood with her legs slightly apart one in front of the other. He stood and again he snapped a picture. Now she turned almost all the way around and put her hands on the nearby wall and bent over separating her legs, letting her tits hang down. Flash, another picture. 

He was rock hard and was sure the head of his cock was going to burst through his pants. She now bent over further spread her legs wide and looked back through her open legs between her hanging tits as she reached back with her hands to spread her pussy for him. As she did he came a little closer. He took one picture of all of this and then zoomed in on just her fingers spreading her pussy. As he took this one she had slide two fingers inside and he saw how very wet she had become.

She now stood up turned around knelt down arched her back, threw her head back and smiled up at him her legs spread and her hands again spreading her pussy. Another picture. She then crawled over to the edge of the blanket where he stood, she never taking her eyes off him. Another picture. 

When she reached him, she reached up with both hands and quickly undid his pants and freed his aching cock saying to him simply, "I want this!" as she pushed his pants down with both hands and gathered his cock into her mouth while pulling him to her with one hand behind him on his ass and the other cupping his balls. She swallowed him or as much as she could, as he was so big. 

And then she pulled back keeping the head of his cock in her mouth and looked up at him. This was pleasing her greatly and by the way his cock felt in her mouth he was very also very, very happy. She closed her eyes just as he snapped another picture. 

Oh she was so hot. She wanted him before. But now, now that she had seen him, and posed for him she couldn't believe how much hotter this had made her, especially with his cock now in her mouth. As she toyed with the end of his cock licking up and down and sucking in all his pre-cum that she loved so much, she couldn't resist fingering her pussy and playing with her clit. 

What she didn't expect was to feel her orgasm coming on this fast, but here it was. As she felt it building she decided to go with it. She gave his cock one good long suck and then let it pop from her mouth as she gasped and fell back on laying on her back on the blanket with her hands furiously working her pussy now, as she began to explode in a very quick but very intense orgasm. 

She lay back her legs spread wide her hips heaving in unison with her hands. Her tits with the nipples hard were trembling with the beginning of this climax. Her mouth opened as her eyes closed as she cried out in pleasure. She was not even aware of the several pictures he took. A full length shot from above and the side. Another, a close up of her hands working her body into a frenzy. He then took another close-up picture of her from her chest up, capturing that exquisite look on her beautiful face as she cried out in orgasmic pleasure. 

She also didn't notice he had stopped taking pictures until she had started on the downside of her orgasm and opened her eyes tying to focus only to see his face now above hers and smiling. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers and they kissed passionately as he positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and as they kissed he rammed the full length and thickness into hot wetness. She cried out and moaned her pleasure into his mouth as she returned his kiss now with even more passion. He felt so good inside her. He filled her and made her pussy even wetter. She spread her legs and raised them up and around the back of him and pulled him close while giving him full access to fill her completely with his delicious cock. 


A Long Time



He broke their kiss long enough to kiss his way down to her ear and whisper to her, " You are unbelievably beautiful! You're so fucking hot! I'm going to fuck you over and over!" 

She moaned with pleasure in answer.

And with that he worked his mouth down to her nipples and began to suck and bite them gently but firmly while he began to stroke his cock in and out of her very hot and welcoming pussy. 

Her eyes rolled back and she closed them tight as she again cried out in pleasure as he sucked on her tits and fucked her long and deep like only he could. Oh, he felt so good to her. It had been so long, too long. 

She was back on the edge of another orgasm as she felt him increase his pace and his hard thick cock became harder, longer and thicker touching her deep inside in just the right way. Her wetness now openly flowed out of her pussy and splashed and ran down her thighs and ass he pumped her. Her fingers dug into his back as she pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts.

She moaned to him, her voice undulating with his rhythm as she stared up at him, "Come on baby, fuck me, give it to me, cum with me! I want to feel you cum in me when I cum. Oh, yessss here it cums baby, ohhh, mmmmm!" With her mouth still open and her voice going up and then becoming inaudible as she started to cum again as he shot his first spurts of cum deep into her pussy which was now squeezing his cock as he came. Her pussy muscles were having wonderful spasms engulfing his hard cock as it unloaded super hot cum that she could feel filling her pussy, mixing with her flowing wet cum. 

He continued to pound away the whole time crying out his pleasure to her and reveling it the feeling of her tight hot pussy milking ever last drop of cum from his cock. Her pussy could squeeze his cock like no other. He buried it deep in her again causing her to groan with pleasure as he leaned in to suck her tits again briefly before returning to kiss her and explore her mouth with his tongue. She eagerly accepted his tongue and returned the favor as she moaned in pleasure with the feeling of him still inside her and his cum hot and wet now beginning to leak out around the edge of her pussy and down her ass. 

She reluctantly allowed his tongue to retreat as he pushed himself up slightly and looked down at her. They both smiled at each other as they both shook their heads in disbelief. They were both amazed at how intense, raw, and hot it was each time they were together. It never was less, in fact it seemed to grow in intensity every time.

He said to her, "Well that was amazing, quick, but amazing. 'Don't you think?"

"Ummm " she purred and smiled, " That was wonderful!" As she closed her eyes and gave his cock another tight squeeze with her pussy causing even more cum to ooze out making her shiver. 

He started to raise up, but she clung to him saying, " Oh no. Oh no you don't, not yet. I'm holding you to your word. You said you were going to fuck me over and over! You're staying put right where you are inside me as long as I can hold you there." 

He looked down and smiled and didn't argue. He simply pushed his softening cock hard back into her causing her to moan with delight as more cum leaked out. He moved just his hips slightly a few times now giving them both subtle pleasures. 

She motioned for him to roll over while holding herself tight against him. She was now on top of him as his cock was now slowly sliding out of her very inviting pussy. She squeezed it as hard as she could. No matter what he did now he could not stop this. As she felt his cock slipping from her pussy's grasp she gave it one last farewell squeeze, which caused him to moan and she felt his cock quickly replaced by a cool rush of air filing the void where his hot cock had been. This caused her to shuddered in his arms. She lay there now on top of him feeling his heartbeat, her head on his chest stroking her hand up and down his side. They lay like this for quite a while her on top of him with his arms wrapped around her. 

After a while, she stretched herself up to kiss him as she did he cupped her breast in one hand and her ass in the other. As they kissed she could feel the hand that was on her ass playing in the wetness now between her cheeks that they had produced. 

He ran his hand all over her ass and then focused his attention on the wetness that had pooled between her ass cheeks and used it to lubricate his fingers as he reached the entrance to her ass. They looked into each other's eyes, she didn't move or make a sound as his finger gently probed her ass slipping the tip partially in and out gently at first, and then deeper and with more urgency.

She broke their kiss then and slipped off him, which forced his hands away. As she did she said, " Naughty boy! I know what you're thinking. You want to fuck me in the ass! Don't you?" again with that coy sexy smile. And then she looked away from his gaze not waiting for his answer. She didn't need to. She knew the answer and it made her pussy throb.

She moved her mouth down his chest kissing and teasing her way down his abdomen. She looked down and saw his soft cock laying there, inches away. She was instantly intoxicated by the smell of sex and his manly hormone scent. Her mouth opened as she sucked in his whole cock easily now. She licked and sucked it greedily savoring the intensely sexy flavors and scents of sex. 

She heard him moan in pleasure as she sucked in again the full amount of him all the way to his balls. She loved the feeling and the taste of his cock in her mouth soft or hard. It turned her on so much to suck his cock from soft to hard. To feel it grow and twitch in her mouth. 

She was kneeling perpendicular to him now as she pushed his legs apart so she could run her mouth down farther between his legs. She sucked first one ball and then the other into her mouth as she gently squeezed and pulled on his cock. She held his balls up with her hand and ran her tongue up and down under his sack from the base of his cock to the entrance to his ass and back. He shuddered when she did this and his cock though soft throbbed with pleasure and he moaned again at this very intimate exciting kiss.

She knew what to do to make him hard again. And she knew it wouldn't take long. Even if it did she didn't care as she was thoroughly enjoying giving him pleasure with her mouth. As she continued her oral tenderness she felt his hands return to her. She loved to have him touch her. 

He lay with his head propped up by on the pillows as he reached down and pulled on one of her nipples with one hand while he reached for her ass and ran his other hand back between her legs to her just fucked and sopping wet cunt. She inhaled as she sucked his cock in again and moaned loudly as he increased the pulling on her nipple and slid the tips of his longest fingers into her pussy. He also moaned but neither heard the other as they were both lost in each other. 

She had been working now on his cock and balls non-stop for several minutes when she felt him moving her onto her side she did not object and never let his cock out of her mouth. He rolled onto his side and pushed her legs apart making her raise her top leg so he had easy access to her pussy. 

He moved his head down and was instantly turned on at the site of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pushed out and swollen from the recent pleasant abuse of his cock fucking her. By now all his cum had run out mixed with hers and what wasn't on the blanket or on his balls that she had now sucked clean was covering the tender area surrounding her asshole. 

He slipped two fingers into her pussy soaking up the feeling of the hot wetness. Then he slid them out and gently pushed them against the entrance to her ass. As he did this he lowered his mouth to her pussy lips and at first blew softly on her pussy lips and started to flick the tip of his tongue across her enlarged clit. 

When he did her whole body shook and she screamed in pleasure allowing his cock to fall from her mouth, " Oh, mmmmm, baby, that's sooo good mmmmmm" her voice again trailing off as she reacquired his cock with her mouth. As she did she took a moment to note that his cock was now beginning to regain some hardness, which made her even hotter. She loved the idea of being able to make him hard again by sucking on him and by giving her body to him. She knew it turned him on to explore her body finding what turned her on at that moment. Somehow he always knew what to do. She was amazed at his ability to know where to touch her, to kiss or lick her and when. 

She started to really work his cock with renewed effort now. She encircled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft. She had pulled back to admire her progress and lick the pre-cum from the head when she felt him slide his fingers deep, all the way into her ass as he sucked on her clit. She shuddered and wiggled in delight and sucked even harder as she moaned her approval. He now hard his fingers buried in her ass and was wiggling them around and stretching her in preparation for fucking her in the ass. 

His cock throbbed in her mouth and now her throat as she swore it just grew an inch! He was now hard enough for what she had in mind and she was closing in on her third orgasm, which was just what she had in mind.

She managed to pull her pussy and ass away from him by sucking hard and fast on his cock moving her mouth up and down while she pumped the base of the shaft and massaged his balls now swelling with another wonderful load of cum for her.

He cried out to her as she pulled away, " oh no, where are you going?" His fingers exiting her ass with an audible pop.

She ignored him and intensified her oral attack. This caused his hips to heave up to meet her mouth and arch his back in pleasure. She knew she had him ready now. 

She let go of his cock as she moved up to his face. She hovered there over him until he opened his eyes. Then she said, "mmm baby, time for you to fuck me again. I think it's good and ready now" as she reached down and grabbed his cock squeezing it and causing it to throb in her hand. 

He sighed, " mmm, oh yeah. Come here." He said as he pulled her on top of him, kissing her and guiding her ass with his hands down, she spreading her legs and sliding his cock into her waiting pussy.

She purred her approval and squirmed around on his cock. She pushed herself up slightly to look into his eyes causing her tits to drag across his chest grazing him with her hard nipples. He sighed in pleasure. She continued to grind her pussy against his cock and pubic bone arousing her clit and her desire even more.

She rolled them over so he was on top without loosing him from within her. She quickly put her legs up and around his ass and drew him to her. He propped him self up on his extended arms and looked down at her and moaned and smiled as he took in the gorgeous view of her beneath him. 

He started to fuck her again this time with less urgency and with long deep strokes. His cock, growing a little harder each time he did. He would pull all the way back until just the head was inside her outer lips and then he would plunge all the way back in. Sometimes quickly but mostly slow, long, and steady strokes. She could tell he was very excited by the feeling of his cock inside her, but not close to orgasm. 

She readily allowed herself to be fucked this way and immersed her whole mind and body in the moment, feeling the total joy in being fucked long and slow. She was so enveloped by the sensations she almost lost sight of what she and he wanted next. Not that this wasn't absolutely fantastic. It was just that she had other ideas. 

The next time he pulled his cock all the way back she lowered her legs and squirmed around underneath him until she was lying face down under him, her legs spread and her ass pushed up in the air.. He didn't need any more of a hint. Without saying a word he took his cock in one hand and ran the head up and down her soaking wet lips making sure to make contact with her aching clit. He did this several times, each time causing her to jump and groan when he made contact with her hot button. She gathered up the pillows she had brought and placed them under her waist, propping her ass up in the air for him to take. The he released his cock and dipped the full length in her pussy soaking up a new layer of lubrication. There sure was plenty he thought. 

Then he pulled out of her pussy and pulled back to re-position his now very hard cock at the entrance to her back door. 

As he did he heard her say while smiling and looking back over her shoulder at him , " What, no pictures?" as she reached back with both hands and spread her ass wide for his benefit. 

He had been so overwhelmed that he had totally forgotten about the camera. He quickly looked around and grabbed from nearby. He flicked it back on and pointed it down to frame her perfect ass as she spread her self wide showing him her soaking wet just fucked again pussy and now her open invitation to fuck her ass. He snapped several shots and made sure to get one of her smiling face as she looked back over her shoulder.

Then he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her ass. It was open slightly from his finger fucking her and now from her hands spreading herself for him. He pressed the head of his cock against the rosebud opening of her pretty ass and held it there while he snapped another shot. 

She moaned as he did and then pushed her ass back slowly but firmly against his cock forcing the head of his swollen and ready cock inside her ass, shuddering with pleasure as she did. He could see from the look on her face that she was in heaven, and so was he. He snapped another picture. Oh what a picture. Her beautiful ass spread wide by her hands and the head of his swollen cock just inside. Just as he finished that thought she pushed back more and more with an audible grunt until she had all of him deep in her ass. 

His cock throbbed at the tightness and the heat. The muscles that formed the outer ring of the opening to her ass were convulsing, causing them to contract around the base of his cock, which felt incredible. Slowly, the spasms subsided and she began to move slowly back and forth on his rigid cock using it to fuck herself in the ass. All he had to do was hold still and take pictures!

Soon the camera was tossed aside and he took her by the hips and began to guide her motions onto and off of his now fully erect cock. Her hands quickly slipped under her upturned ass and found her swollen and aching clit. She knew it wouldn't be long for him and she was right there also. She wanted him to cum at the same time with her again. That was always so much more intense. She could feel his cock growing in size in her ass and this made her pussy throb and run with wetness. She loved to be fucked by him and she truly loved taking his cock in the ass. 

He was so big, but had always been so gentle in letting her become accustomed to his size and length back there. Once she did, she felt so good and so relaxed that he could literally pound away and not hurt her. In fact the harder he fucked her ass the more intense her orgasm. And he encouraged her to play with her pussy while he pounded her ass to add even more pleasure for them both.

She had barely started to finger herself when she felt him take her by the hips and begin to increase the tempo of his pounding of her ass. She knew this meant he was close. The shear pleasure of pleasing him and now the feeling of fullness from his hard cock in her ass and her fingers on her button shot electricity throughout her entire body. Her vision blurred as she started to cum, yelling out, " Ohhhhhh, yesssss, baby, yes I'm gonna cummmm! Cum with me now! Give to me, fuck me in the ass!" 

And then she felt him ram his cock deep as it would go and shoot a huge load of cum deep in her. 

"Ummm that's it, that's it! Fuck, fuck, meeeeee.yesssss." Her voice going up and becoming silent again and then loud again as she exploded in her own climax and cried out in unintelligible words with a primal tone. 

She felt him still pumping her ass as he let go of her ass and pulled on her tits fucking her like a machine. When he pulled on her tits and nipples the electricity she felt earlier returned followed closely by another even more intense orgasmic wave. This time she almost passed out as her brain went into overload and her body went on, completing a journey of it's own. 

As he came he screamed out, " Mmmm, yessss. Here it comes baby, can you feel that? Oh so good mmmm, you feel soooo goood!"

He was like a robot now pounding his cock in and out, shooting off loads of cum in her tight hot ass, and with it being so tight he did not get soft immediately so even when he was done shooting cum in her ass he still kept up his motion until she begged him to stop as she was shaking from a very intense climax. He stopped fucking her ass but left his dick inside her and squeezed his cock muscles causing her to shiver each time.

He finally gathered up the strength to pull himself out of her ass. As he did he looked around and found the camera. It was still on. He grabbed it and zoomed in and focused on her ass as his cock pulled clear. It was a very hot and erotic picture. The viewfinder was filled by the image of her ass propped up in the air his cock inches away dripping cum into the gapping opening of her just fucked ass, her legs still spread and her fingers lingering on her pussy covered in her and his cum.



A Long Time Ago



Dear Reader: Did you ever read a story and not like the ending. Well, I did recently. Here is what I think is a better ending to a story about marital infidelity. Not much sex here – just trying to figure out how two people got their heads a little straighter after one of them is unfaithful.



It is always exciting to start a new case. I never know what to expect and I always hope for something unusual and different – something that is a challenge. I think I am a strong woman and I enjoy challenges. Unfortunately most cases that marriage counselors see are routine and repetitive. Over and over I have to listen to "she fucked another guy" or "he fucked another gal" and then the marriage starts that slow circle around the toilet bowl. I'm supposed to stop a flushed commode from flushing.

Well, maybe this couple would be different, but that was unlikely because the schedule book had the brief note "infidelity" under their names. As is my usual procedure I met first with both husband and wife to outline how our meetings would proceed.

"I'll meet with both of you tonight but starting next week I'll meet with you separately so I can understand your individual views. When I think I understand how each of you sees the situation, we can schedule some meetings where both of you participate together."

"Why do we have to meet separately?" The husband asked.

I smiled. "Because my experience has been that as soon as the husband says one thing the wife says he's wrong. And when the wife starts explaining something the husband says she's wrong and we end up with an argument. I want to hear how each of you sees your problem so I can guide your discussion."

I explained how we would proceed and emphasized how important it was to be truthful. Better to say nothing than to lie. They seemed to understand and then I asked questions about how long they had been married, their work, family, and so on. 

By the end of the half hour session I had a good understanding of their situation. Thirty years of marriage! And a good marriage it would seem. That's unusual at this age. Infidelity usually develops much earlier, often when there are the usual routine hassles of childcare. 

A week later the second session produced the shocker! I was right. Infidelity usually occurs early in a marriage after the glamour and sexual satisfaction of the first few years have worn off and a couple has to work at being married. And that's exactly when this couple's infidelity occurred. 

In the seventh year of their marriage the wife had had a three-year affair starting right after their son's third birthday. But the husband did not discover the affair until he stumbled on a package of letters and photographs and keepsakes that the wife had hidden away.

He described the pain he felt as he read the letters, which gave explicit details of his wife's sexual relations with her lover. He became physically ill and it was clear to me that he was torn between his natural jealousy and the sick knowledge that for almost twenty years his wife had lived a lie. 

The affair had ended, not because the wife or her lover wanted it to, but because the lover had been killed in a tragic accident. Hubby had learned every detail of their affair over many days while his wife was on vacation with friends. He had not confronted her until over a week after his discovery.

In my session with the wife I asked her the logical questions and her answers revealed a complete lack of understanding of what had happened to her. Theirs had been a happy marriage. They had experienced exciting sex during the first years of their marriage and when I asked for details she was explicit. 

But, she could not explain what had prompted her to begin the affair. She seemed not to understand the vulnerability of a mother with routine household and childcare chores trying to hold down a job all at the same time. She admitted that sex with her husband had become routine. 

Strangest of all, she stoutly maintained that she loved both her husband and her lover equally and gave each 100% when she was with them. Then she made a startling revelation without seeming to understand what she was saying.

"The sex I had with him was so exciting. We spent hours in bed trying all sorts of techniques and getting satisfaction in a lot of ways," she said. And then she proceeded to provide explicit details of their lovemaking.

This was almost exactly what she had said about her sex with her husband early in their marriage and I immediately shifted from her lover back to her husband and asked her to tell me again about their sex in their early years – the same question I had asked earlier. The answer I got was exactly what I expected. It was different!

"We have a wonderful marriage and we have sex several times a week. It is enjoyable to us both and it has been enjoyable for all of our marriage. We are very compatible sexually."

When talking about her lover, she seemed not to recall that fifteen minutes earlier she described sex with her husband in the same romantic way during their early years. What she was doing was clear. With her lover, she saw herself as a newly wed. With her husband she was a happy, settled, married lady. Of course she loved them both. 

It was almost as if she saw her lover as the same man she married ten years earlier. But her lover's death froze him forever in time as her newly wed lover. She still saw him that way in her fantasy, even twenty years later, and she still loved him that way. That's why she'd kept the letters that she knew would probably destroy her marriage, if discovered.

I didn't want the session to end. That's unusual in this business – counselors are usually praying for clients to stop talking. I couldn't wait for the next session.

At my next session with the husband I explored the ways he was responding to the horrible revelations of his wife's betrayal. Understanding the mind demands careful listening for hidden clues and he gave me one such clue when I asked him to describe his feelings. The words of his suffering just flowed and flowed and then suddenly, buried in the middle of his ramblings, he said it.

"She said she was sorry she hurt me but she never said she was sorry."

He had learned something that I had detected early in my first interview with his wife. She was sorry her husband was hurt but she was not sorry for her betrayal – indeed she seemed to feel that her continued statements that she loved her husband were evidence that she had not betrayed him at all and had no reason to be sorry. Hubby had a vague understanding of this, but I wanted him to see it more explicitly. 

"You mean she never said she was sorry about the affair?" I asked.

He nodded. "She never told me what I did to cause her to have an affair. Or even why she had the affair. She just said she fell in love with him but still loved me. That doesn't make sense! Does it?"

"It makes sense to her,' I said. "We need to find out why it seems so natural for her to believe that. And why she hasn't said she's sorry."

The husband was not the complex person in this relationship. He was a man in love who had been betrayed and who couldn't understand why his wife felt that she had done nothing wrong. He kept waiting for her to say she had done something terribly wrong and she was sorry and could he possibly forgive her. That was the usual starting place for cuckolded husbands. I already knew she was never going to say that, until she saw her actions as wrong. I pursued this question in our next session. 

"Tell me again," I asked, "what made you begin having lunch regularly and then dinner with a strange man and never telling your husband about it. The sex had not begun then had it?" 

She looked genuinely puzzled. "I don't really know. It was a long time ago. I just enjoyed being with him I guess."

A long time ago! She finds it hard to remember. Yet details of first oral sex, first anal sex, and a myriad other thing just poured out when I asked her. I would be guessing at this point but it was hard for me to avoid the thought that she was pursuing him to escape the absence of romance so common at this stage of a marriage. He offered excitement, affection, and the possibility of future sex.

I changed my approach. "Can you describe a typical day in your life when your son was three or four years old?"

Pay dirt! It was all there. Routine – routine – routine. It was in the tone of her voice and the repetitive nature of her descriptions of delivering her son to the childcare center and picking him up and getting to work. But when I asked how she fit her new friend into this busy day her whole demeanor changed – her voice – her facial expression – everything changed. The day became exciting when he was a part of it – even a small part like lunch. 

Before our next session I spent an hour reviewing my notes, sitting at home and sipping a smooth, aged single malt. I thought I was almost ready to lead them in understanding at least a part of their problem. 

Hubby was the easy one to understand – the typical wronged spouse. He was hurt and angry and his entire relationship with his wife was disturbed. Each time he looked at her he saw images of her legs wrapped around the back of her lover or kissing him or performing oral sex on him. When he reached out to touch her one of these dirty pictures flashed into his head. He was twenty years too late in thinking about it but his feelings were exactly the same as they would have been at the time. 

Our problem was to see how he was going to work all this out in the end. Would he want to suffer with her in silence or suffer away from her in silence? It was his decision. Time would heal him of course but for a man in his fifties his options with another woman and another life were somewhat limited. And, clearly, I felt that he was not yet ready to decide if he wanted to try again.

But the loving wife! Ah she was the person that fascinated me. I confess that I had never seen such a person in my entire professional career. She felt not one shred of guilt for her actions, but an awesome level of concern for her husband's welfare. She had a complete lack of understanding of why he was hurting and a total inability to help him. She had the simple belief that telling him she had always loved him would, somehow, make it right, if she said it enough times.

I sat there staring at my conclusions. I might never understand her but I thought I understood their problems. Should I lead them to a conclusion or follow their lead? I would start out and we would see what developed.

I began the joint session the next day with a question. "So what happens now? Where do we go from here? Both of you are suffering terribly. You can't remain like this."

They looked at each other in silence. Finally she said, "I am suffering because my husband is feeling so much pain and I don't know how to help him get over that pain."

I looked at him. "How can she help you?"

He looked at his wife and asked the same question he had asked her so many times. 

"We were happy. Why did you do it? Was it me?"

"Darling, it wasn't you. You didn't do a thing. You were a perfect husband. I loved you." 

She had said this same thing over and over for several months now to me and to her husband.

"Then why did you start an affair?" He asked, plaintively. 

"I fell in love with him." She said impatiently as she had said so many times before.

"But you went out with him for months before you had sex – before you fell in love with him," her husband said.

He was asking the same questions I had asked and I knew he would get the same answers. I had covered this ground many times and tried to pull out of her an understanding of her situation.

"I don't know. I just did," she said as though it were an answer. 

She remained blind to the pressures placed on her loyalty by the routine tasks of an early marriage. I had covered this ground repeatedly. It was a frustrating session for me because I had hoped my discussions with them individually had prepared them for a better understanding. Instead it was as though I had accomplished nothing. I began to feel like a failure.

Get tough, I told myself. "It sounds to me like you're still in love with him. Are you?"

She looked at me angrily. "I loved him. I grieved when he died. I remember him with love. Yes I'm still in love with him."

"What would you two have done if he hadn't been killed? Would you have left your husband to go with your lover?" I was speaking in a strong, forceful voice on purpose. 

She was getting mad at me now. "I would never have left my husband!"

"Then would you have your lover today – twenty years later?"

It hit her like a hammer. Her gaze shifted back and forth from me to her husband. I almost held my breath. Sometimes a single question can start a cascade.

"Would you?" I repeated harshly.

Finally she dropped her gaze and said, "I don't know. I just don't know."

It was the first time she broke into a human reaction. It was just as though a wall had come down. She got tears in her eyes and started to babble. 

"He was so young and we were so happy. He made me feel young and free. He was like ... like ... "

She looked at her husband with love in her eyes. "Like my husband when he was younger."

Then she turned and looked at me. It was as though she remembered how I made her tell me this in our interviews.

She looked back at her husband. "Like you were darling. Only it was like when we first got married and had time together and had lots of sex together. And that's why I did it. I wanted to be free again and have sex again."

She turned to me. "I didn't want to work all the time and take care of the house and take care of my son and do my job at the hospital. I didn't want to be a married lady without love. I felt like I was getting old too fast."

I had been over all these things with her and I had thought in the interview that I had been wasting my time. It seemed I had not been. Points we had covered laboriously seemed now to make sense to her. Things she must have thought about in previous sessions seemed to bubble up to the surface.

Turning to her husband, she said, "I did it because you were not exciting any more. I loved you and our son and our house, but you were not exciting any more. I wanted a man who was exciting."

She was sobbing now but still in control.

I asked my question again. "If your lover had not been killed would you and he still be lovers today – twenty years later?"

She stared off into space for a moment. Finally she sighed deeply and said, "If he hadn't been killed we would have gone on. How much longer I don't know. But, I'm older now. I've tried not to think about it over the years. But, I'm wiser now – hard to believe but I am. I know now that he would have stopped being exciting. When your lover stops being exciting that's when the affair ends."

"So what does that mean?" I asked, sympathetically.

"It means I wasn't special. It means I wasn't in love like I wanted to believe. Like I kept on believing for twenty years, reading all those old letters. I was just a bored wife looking for excitement by fucking another guy when my husband got boring. That's not very special is it?"

I shook my head as she looked at me. "No it's pretty routine. I see it all the time."

"What do you tell your clients to do about it?" She asked.

"I tell them to start telling the truth," I said.

She looked at her husband. "I have never admitted this, even to myself. I didn't ever even think about it till I started these sessions. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. I got bored with our life – all that routine. I was unfaithful to you because I was bored. You were a perfect husband. I loved you. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I didn't love him. I pretended. I just believed I did because if I didn't, it would make me a whore. And I didn't want to be a whore."

"But when I said I'd never have left you. I loved you. I loved our son. That's the truth. You have no reason to believe me but I hope you do. I kept those stupid letters because when I read them I could pretend to be special – pretend I was in love – not just a whore. But they always turned me on – maybe that's the reason I read and re-read them. Those letters were written by two silly lovers about sex to get long distance pleasure from reading about sex. They were not about love."

Then she looked at me. "All right Doctor. I told the truth. Now what?"

It was a better start than I expected, probably better than I deserved considering how I'd failed so long to get her to face what she had done. We had some sessions to do but they needed some time to digest this.

"Well," I said, "lets see where we are. We have a typical housewife who got bored with the routines of running a house and caring for a child and had an affair. We have a typical husband who found out and is pissed off and jealous. The barrier they face is that every time he tries to take her in his arms he gets dirty pictures in his head of her and her lover."

"She says she's sorry and her husband believes she is but that doesn't make the dirty pictures go away. If this happened twenty years ago there would be a child to worry about and money problems. But now there's no reason to stay together because of a child or money."

"There's nothing she can do about her disloyalty except say she's sorry. She can get rid of the dirty letters in the closet, but how can she get rid of the dirty pictures in her husband's head?" 

I looked at hubby, "What do you have to say?"

He didn't smile, but almost. "I'm glad she's sorry. And I'm glad she didn't love him – not really – she just wanted to fuck him. But, I still see dirty pictures in my head."

I could hardly have expected a better result, considering what I started with. Maybe they should just percolate for a while.

"Why don't you two go home? Let nature take it course but don't get in a fight. Come back and see me in a month and let's see where you are. If you make any major decisions, please make an appointment to talk to me before you take any action. Any questions?"

They shook their heads no and I crossed my fingers as they walked out. I glanced at my schedule book. It said "Mr. and Mrs. Glenn Wilson – infidelity." Oh shit! Another one.



A Long Time Ago...



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Lori was my very first girlfriend. I loved her. 

It began in Grade Six. Lori's mum was Thai, so she had inherited an exotic skin tone and face. She wasn't ultra petite, like her mum, so guess she got that from her dad. 

Lori was by far the prettiest girl in school. I tried several times to ask her out, to a movie or whatever qualified as a date at that young age, but she wasn't interested. We were good friends, and she wanted to stay that way. Like I said, she was a girl, and she was my friend. In my mind we were together, but somehow, she never got that memo. 

Truly, 'let's just be friends' is the worst thing a woman can say to a man who wants to be more. I was crushed, understandably. It would get worse. 

I couldn't get away from her, because we went to the same high school, as well. I had accepted that she was out of my league, but I wasn't blind. She just kept getting more and more beautiful as she became more womanly. I pulled back, sacrificing our friendship to ease the pain. 

By the time we were 18, Lori was truly gorgeous. Her face retained the exotic structure of her heritage, with deep brown eyes and lashes to die for. She had very tempting, kissable lips, not that I expected to ever get that opportunity. Below the neck was where she and her mother deviated. 

Lori had developed curves. This was the era of ultra tight jeans, and she looked as though she had been poured into hers, filling them with deliciously shapely legs and a truly great ass. Up top, she was the very proud owner of one seriously beautiful pair of breasts. I know she was proud of them, because she sure liked to show them off, within the boundaries of school attire. Their full, rounded forms were often covered by the thinnest of t-shirts that were stretched beyond the design specifications of the fabric. Her breasts were definitely above average for a high school senior. Hell, they were probably above average for a high school teacher, depending on whether or not you went to a high school from a porn movie. 

I still heard the rumours, though. How she would let you feel her up, but shut down further advances. I would have settled for a grab of those breasts, but I wasn't even allowed that far. Then I heard more. Someone had cracked her code. It seems, the best way to get Lori revved up, was to get her in a revved up car. That explained why her boyfriends always seemed to be driving hopped up Camaros, Firebirds, and other muscle cars. That really let me out. 

Life went on. We graduated. I assume that Lori continued to fuck whoever had the car that most excited her. I know that's a harsh comment, but, I was hurt, so cut me some slack. I ran into her years later, and she was married. Her husband was one of the muscle car guys from high school. And she still looked incredible. If anything, her breasts were even bigger than I remembered. 

I eventually moved away, to the west coast. I, too, got married, but several years in, my wife jumped into bed with someone else, so that brought an end to the trust, and the marriage. 

I finally found my niche, building a team of people who run offices for me, allowing my income to multiply rapidly. I had made a deal with myself : when I was set financially, and when my income passed a certain level, I would treat myself. The first part was easy, believe it or not, merely a matter of getting a plan and following it. The second part of my motivational plan was coming along nicely. 

That's about the time I got the invitation. I have no idea how they found me, as I had no real contact with anyone from high school. However they did it, there it was. I was 'cordially invited' to the 25th anniversary reunion of our graduating class. 

My first thought was..... not a chance. Why would I want to drag up all those bad memories. High school had not been great for me. I was smart, tall, scrawny, and lacking confidence. That firmly planted me on the wrong side of the line that divided the cool kids from the geeks. I got a little closer to that line towards the end of my high school years, but never crossed over. 

Still, I had changed a lot, and there were a few people whose faces I wouldn't mind rubbing in my success. I had filled out. When you weigh 140 pounds, as I did in high school, being 6 feet 4 makes you a skinny object of ridicule. Now, at 6'6",225, no one had anything to say. I have to admit, there was a small part of me that enjoyed being intimidating. My career had taken a path that had been completely unknown back then, and I was proud of what my team and I did. All of this factored into my decision to go. 

I booked the best room in the best hotel in town, and arranged my flight. The date was six months away. 

That's when part two of my deal fell into place. My income passed the predetermined goal. Time for my treat, which would take a few months to arrive. Every day, I would check the status of my order. For months, there was nothing, then I got the word. It would be delivered about one month before the reunion. After a bit of thought, I cancelled my flight. It was a five day drive back east, but I couldn't leave my treat behind. 

The trip back was fun, reversing the voyage I had made about twenty years earlier. It had taken five days then, by myself, in my Honda Accord. This time I would be much more comfortable. I actually arrived a bit earlier than I expected, allowing me to tour some of my old stomping grounds. It's amazing how much things can change when you are not there to see it happen. 

I left my hotel and headed for the reunion, which was actually being held at the school. I was anxious, but in a good way. I arrived early, and the universe provided me with a parking spot right across from the front door, between a BMW and an Acura. I checked in, got my name tag, and took a position that allowed me to watch the others arrive. 

People trickled in. I saw a lot of faces I didn't recognize, but a few that I did. Even fewer ones that I felt like talking to. Lots of middle age spread and receding hairlines. Eventually, someone showed up that I did want to see. Two friends. Virtually my only two friends from high school. Dave and Mark still lived locally, and still had contact with each other. They had no idea I would be in attendance, as I had not been at any previous reunions. The Three Musketeers were reunited, if only for one night. There were little cliques forming all over the gym, just as though none of us had ever left. 

There were geeks over there, jocks over in that corner, and gossip girls over here. In the middle, a gaggle of assholes, intent on proving that you can take the moron out of high school, but you can't take the high school out of the moron. 

They had a running commentary going, with snide remarks for anyone and everyone that met their gaze. They were the bullies in school, and hadn't evolved one iota. I recognized at least three of them as past tormentors, and a few that I had finally stood up to. I had my back to them when I heard them unleash their latest venomous attack. 

I didn't need a name tag to recognize Lori, clad in a short black dress with a deep scooped neckline. Dark hair surrounded her pretty, exotic face, and tumbled over her shoulders. She was the subject of their insults, wolf whistles and not so subtle sexual gestures. She tried to just walk around them, but they spread out to block her, and their leader stepped forward to get in her face. Then he made a grab at her. 

Up to this point, I had been just observing idiots in their natural habitat. Now I felt compelled to do more. Sure, I was still upset with her, deep down, but the years had softened those feelings a little. No matter how much she had hurt me, she didn't deserve to be disrespected in this way. I looked at Dave and Mark, and they obviously weren't going to do anything. 

"Excuse me for a sec, guys," I said as I turned away and started across the gym.. As I got closer, I could hear the filth they were spewing. 

".... get you in my car, so you can suck my dick. I know about you, and cars, you slut....." the leader said as I neared the group. 

Oh, yeah... I forgot about the rumours from high school about Lori and her weakness for fast cars, I thought. Maybe we will find out if they are true. Either way, these guys are way out of line. 

Lori was still trying to get around them, unsuccessfully. Perhaps I could play Galahad. 

"There you are!" I said loudly, stepping through the gang to grab her hand. I hugged her. Damn, her big breasts felt good against me. I whispered quietly in her ear, "Need a hand with these imbeciles?" She hugged me tighter. I took that as a yes. 

"The rest of us are over here..." I said, leading her through them. We were almost clear, when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. 

"Hey asshole," the voice of the lead shithead said, in a voice dripping with arrogance, "Get your own slut. She's ours." 

I didn't want to cause a scene, but I couldn't see myself walking away like the scared, skinny kid they used to prey on. I could feel the hand on my left shoulder, but no thumb pressure, so it was probably his right hand. 

I spun quickly to the left, raising my left arm in an arc as I did. This detached his hand from my shoulder, and as my arm continued the arc, I came under his elbow with my hand, clamping it on his shoulder and neck. I now had a leveraged underhook on his extended arm, his hand trapped in my armpit, and pressing on his shoulder threatened to hyper-extend his elbow. My right hand came around with the spin, and I firmly grabbed his throat. He struggled a bit, using his left hand to try, unsuccessfully, to remove my hand from his throat. I levered on his trapped arm, looking into his eyes, where I could see the pain. He dropped his free hand, accepting the inevitable, and I released the pressure on his elbow. 

"You know, Joey...." I said firmly, looking into his surprised face, "..... I don't think so. In fact, I don't think she wants anything to do with any of you... gentlemen..... and I use that word very loosely. Is that right, Lori?" I asked, never letting my eyes leave Joey. What a jackass. 

"That's right," she said from a few feet away. 

"Well.... there it is. Now, Joseph..... I think I would be willing to chalk this whole thing up to excessive alcohol, and let bygones be bygones...." my hand tightened briefly on his throat, "..... if you would be so kind as to apologize to the lady." He briefly struggled again, and one of his fellow idiots stepped up, perhaps in an attempt to help him. I squeezed a bit tighter, and Joe made a gurgle, gesturing wildly for him to step back. He did, and I released the pressure. 

"I'm sorry," he croaked hoarsely. 

"Again please, Joseph.... and this time try to sound like you mean it. Convince me that you mean it." 

He tried to clear his throat. "I apologize for insulting you.... for calling you a slut. I regret having said such things, and my friends and I were wrong. I apologize." Probably the most eloquent sentence of his life. 

"Very good, Joseph. I am satisfied. Are you, Lori?" She nodded. "Great! Now, Joe.... I am going to let you go. You're not going to try anything stupid, like taking a swing at me, are you?" He shook his head. "Because, you know, if you do, I will be forced to defend myself. This....." I squeezed and released, ".....is just an attention getter. Defending myself would result in more..... permanent...... damage. You understand?" He nodded. "Good!" 

I released his throat and his arm, turning to Lori as he shook the bees out of his elbow. 

Lori had a sparkle in her eyes. I offered my arm, and she took it. "My hero," she said, walking with me back towards Mark and Dave. 

"Where the hell did that come from?" they asked in unison. 

"Kung fu movies" I winked. I turned to Lori, "You should be safe now. I suppose you have many people to see?" I had no delusions that rescuing her had changed our relationship. Perhaps I was premature in reaching that conclusion. 

She was still looking at me. "I suppose I do. I think I will stay here, anyway. Let them seek me out." She kept her arm locked with mine. 

Now that all the fun was over, I was able to check Lori out. A devastating amount of cleavage showed through the neckline of her LBFMD. Just what a Little Black Fuck Me Dress is made to do. She saw me gawking at her chest, and just grinned. 

We hung out together. Several people stopped by to congratulate me for silencing the riff raff. Lori's friends made an appearance. I got the impression that I was the unexpected centre of attention.

After about two hours, my need for nostalgia had been satisfied. There was, however, one more thing that had been on my mind. Ever since I overheard the idiots rehashing the rumours about Lori, I had been wondering about their veracity. And I had just the way to find out. 

"Lori...." I asked, "Did you bring your car, tonight?"

"Actually no. I was planning to get a cab, so I wouldn't need to worry about getting drunk. Whyyyyy?" she drew out the last word, with a smile, as if she knew where this was going. 

"Let me show you." We said our goodbyes and headed out to where I had parked. 

There was a small crowd out front when we walked out the door. It was blocking our view. For a brief second, I was worried that someone had hurt my baby. As we grew closer, those fears was assuaged. I looked over the shoulders of the crowd. 

I whistled. "Wow! Nice car!" I said. "Yours?" I prodded. 

"In my dreams" the anonymous admirer said. "BC plates. Long way from home." 

Lori squeezed my hand at that last one. One of the things we had discussed earlier was where we lived. I squeezed back, and touched my finger to my lips in the universal 'shhh' signal. We all continued to mill about, admiring the car from all angles. Lori had a smirk on her face. I goaded the crowd. 

"Probably all show, and no go." I said, knowing that it was far from true. I made several other comments. Then I stepped closer, and heard the proximity sensor unlock the car. I took Lori's hand and moved to the passenger side. 

"Lori, let me introduce you." I reached down and popped open the door, before saying the next part. The part that makes all car guys instantly erect, and makes car girls instantly wet. "Meet the Aston Martin Vanquish." She moaned. I directed her into her seat. Once seated, I invited her to observe the sill plates, which bore the name of the owner. Me. This was my treat. 

I walked around the car, retrieving a small glass puck from my pocket.. I took my place behind the wheel, but not before I got several incredulous looks from the assemblage. With the door closed, I turned toward Lori. 

There was another incredulous look on her face. "This is yours? For real?" I nodded. "Jesus, how much money do you make?"

"Closing in on 80K," I said, baiting her. 

"And you can afford this on $80,000 a year?," she scoffed. 

"Oh, sorry.... I always forget to finish the sentence. That's 80K per month." I clarified. "I have eight offices, counting my own, with a total of just under 200 licensed agents. My ring is in the shop, getting a ninth diamond put in. That's $900,000 annual income." 

Her mouth was opening and closing like a fish, but nothing was coming out, as she digested what I had said. "Doing what? Real estate?" 

I laughed. "No, not real estate, but using a similar business system. We help people accumulate and protect wealth. What they do with it after they have it, is up to them." 

There was a gentle knock on the window. The guy outside was gesturing and mouthing 'start it up'. I put the glass puck in the slot on the dash, and looked at Lori. "Shall we?" I asked. 

"Oh, my.... Yes!," she whispered, her voice quivering with excitement. I guess the rumours were true. And I hadn't even started the engine yet. 

I smiled and pushed the button. An electronic whirring sound preceded the rumble of the engine coming to life. I pushed the window button. After it was down, I told him the specs. I was saying them for Lori's benefit as well. "Six litre, V 12, 4 valves per cylinder..." Lori's hand grabbed mine... "565 horsepower." Her hand clutched me harder. I blipped the throttle a few times. Every time I did, she grasped firmer. It was getting to her. Maybe it was the vibrations as well as a psychological reaction. Either way, she was getting pretty excited. I pushed the R button on the dash, and backed out of the spot. I pulled the paddle on the right side of the wheel, and we rolled slowly out of the parking area. We got to the road's edge, and I looked over at her. She smiled. I signalled and turned right, accelerating smoothly. 

Within a few minutes, we were pulling onto the service road, approaching the highway. It was late, and the road was quiet. I pushed one button on the wheel, switching to Sport mode. I looked over. "Ready?" 

She rolled her head towards me. A dreamy look was on her face. "Yes, please." she replied, still quivering. 

My foot hit the peddle. Within seconds we were blowing past the legal limit. Then past 100.....120....140mph. I backed off at 150. The engine rumbled mightily, especially off throttle. I looked at her ; she was gasping for breath, and not in fear. "I may have just soiled your leather upholstery," she whispered. 

I laughed. She laughed. "So, I gather you are aware of my little.... problem... with fast cars. Did you do all this just to get to me?" she asked. 

"Lori, there was a time when that could have been the case. You know I had the biggest crush on you," she nodded and looked away, embarrassed. "But if you think I would drive 2500 miles in a $400,000 car just to get in your pants?..... Well, that must be some pussy you've got! "

She laughed again, before turning serious. "I know you had a crush on me. I know I didn't even give you a chance. I am sorry about that. Truly." she touched my hand. " And as for the quality of my pussy.... You'll just have to judge for yourself." 

Now, no one is dense enough to miss that one, but I couldn't believe what I just heard. I glanced over at her. She was smiling, and shrugged her shoulders. Her breasts jiggled slightly, but my eyes caught it. Over thirty years of desire came flooding back with an overwhelming rush. 

"Mine or yours?" I asked. 

"Mmmm... Yours." she replied. I took the next exit, then the overpass, before rejoining the highway going the other way. I set the cruise at about 70.

I saw the lights coming behind us. Pretty quick. The car pulled up beside us on the passenger side. It was a hopped up Acura. A 'tuner'. The driver was gesturing to race. Lori looked at me, a question on her lips. 

"Your call." I answered. She looked at the other car and nodded. The flatulent exhaust note of the Acura rose as he pulled away. I let him go. 

Lori looked at me, disappointed. 

"Don't jump to conclusions.... I'm just making it a little more interesting." I said as I put the transmission into Sport mode, and the suspension into Track mode. The car hunkered down as the suspension stiffened. I pulled the left paddle three times, dropping to third gear. "Hold on to your panties," I said just before I punched it. 

The Acura was about a hundred yards ahead. Under the Aston's hood, twelve cylinders spooled up rapidly , accelerating hard. When I pulled the paddle for fourth gear we were doing 125, and the Acura was growing bigger. Another pull, and we eased up beside him at around 150 in fifth gear. 

"Wave goodbye to the children," I said while we cruised beside the Acura. Lori turned her back to me and waved out her window. I eased my foot down again, and the other car began to slip behind us. One more gear, and we were pulling away rapidly. With my peripheral vision, I noticed that Lori was squirming in her seat. "You okay, there?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the road as the speedo crested 180.




A Long Time Ago...



She was breathing very heavy. "Oh,... Yes! Just flashed them, and had an orgasm, that's all! " 

I laughed loudly. "I said wave at them, not wave your tits at them! "

The Acura was now a distant point of light in the mirror. I backed out of the throttle, and put the car back in Normal mode. As the speed bled off, I looked over at her. Her tits were hanging out. 

"My god, Lori..... You are so beautiful!," I gasped. "I had no idea how...." I trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words. 

She smiled. She may also have blushed, but it was too dark for me to see it. I could see her look away, for a second or two, and when she turned back, her eyes were damp. "I am so sorry", she said regretfully. "I was a teenage girl, the shallowest form of life on the planet. The world was centred on me, as far as I could tell. It never even occurred to me that other people had feelings....," she touched my arm,".... feelings that I was stomping on in my ignorance. I know it sounds like I'm trying to make excuses, but..." she realized that even that sounded like an excuse, for making an excuse. "I didn't know you felt so strongly." 

She sat there, bare breasted, thinking presumably deep thoughts, until we made our turn off the highway and started downtown to my hotel. Then she tucked her breasts back into her dress. Moments later, we were parked, and on the way up the elevator. Down the hall, and through the door to my room. 

When the door closed, I turned and took her in my arms. "I've been waiting over thirty years for this." I kissed her. 

In retrospect, maybe it was worth it..... having to wait so long to get her, because there was no adolescent fumbling or inexperienced nervousness in our embrace. We had both been around enough to know what we wanted. Let me tell you, it was some kiss. 

It started gently, just her soft lips pressing against mine. She was warm and delicious. I kissed across her cheek, and turned south, heading down her smooth, elegant neck, nibbling as I went. A few small happy noises met my ears, and she guided my head back up to her lips. I looked into her eyes, so deep and so sexy that I felt like I could drown in their sensual pools. Our lips met again, so lightly that angels would be brusque by comparison, before Lori's tongue peeked out and traced a line across and around my mouth. She playfully pecked and withdrew, teasing me gently, before she again pressed her lips to mine. Even when our lips parted to admit each other's tongues, there was no frantic escalation. It was verrrrrry sexy. She had her arms around my neck already, so I was easily able to scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom of the suite. 

She never even broke her grip on my lips as I placed her on her back and crawled into position above her. Her breasts were mashed into my chest, with a resilient pressure that paid homage to their sumptuous fullness. Now that I didn't need to hold her up anymore, my hands were free to roam, and I spread exploring caresses wherever I touched. I fondled the delightful firmness of her muscular ass. I gently ran my fingertips down her thighs, finding stockings rather than pantyhose. Moving up again, I palmed the bulging sides of her breasts in passing, before gently brushing up her neck. Throughout all of this, Lori kept her arms around my neck, and we continued our mutual lip lock. The excitement level was ramping up rapidly. We were both moaning our desire, and the sound of wet kissing and heavy breathing filled the room. Finally, Lori broke the silence. 

"I hate to.... mmmm..... need to use.... mmmm.... bathroom..... mmm.... back in a second!" I reluctantly rolled off her, and watched her ass wiggle off to the lavatory. She closed the door. I flopped back on the bed. My dick was like stone. I squeezed it through my pants. A minute or so later, the door opened. She, of course, was stunning. 

She stepped toward me, turning her back and holding her hair aside. I didn't need to be asked. I slowly slid the zipper down. I was just about to grab her ass, when she pirouetted away, doing a little dance that required no music. She held the dress up for a few seconds, then turned away and dropped it. As it slid lower, I saw the back of her black strapless bra, then the top of a matching thong. Finally, the dress reached the floor. 

Lori smiled at me over her shoulder, as she undulated her hips. She moved closer, and presented her back to me again. The clasp of her bra succumbed to my fingers. She moved away before I could caress her smooth ass again. She turned to face me once more, holding her arm across her breasts as she dropped the bra, which she handed to me. I looked down at the lacy garment in my hands. When I looked up, Lori dropped her arm. 

Her magnificent breasts swung free. They were deliciously full, round and firm, and they swayed seductively when she moved, still dancing. They were crowned by very large, dark pink areolas, that surrounded extremely erect nipples, that were short but stubby, and very thick. Lori was grinning at me while she cupped and caressed her globes. She then tugged at the straps of her thong, pulling it up between her wet pussy lips. She kicked off her heels, and rolled her stockings down, one at a time, showing me the rounded curves of her ass as she did. She pulled up on her thong again. 

"I don't know if you have noticed...." she shook her tits in my face, ".... but, I am almost naked, and you are still dressed." 

I quickly shed everything I was wearing, until I was down to just my underwear, which was doing a pathetic job of containing my hard cock. Lori was staring at the bulge, licking her lips unconsciously. I slowly pulled the shorts down, revealing my erection. Long, hard, hot... and as thick as her wrist. 

"Oh my god!" she whispered, "if I had known you were hung like that,....." Her voice trailed off, and she looked at me sheepishly, knowing how that made her sound. Putting that regret aside, she pushed her thong down over her hips, stepping out of it. She then scooped it up and twisted it in her hands. "Do you know how incredibly aroused I am right now? Open your mouth and I will show you." 

I did as she asked, and she stepped between my legs, holding her thong above my upturned mouth. I thought she was going to stuff the miniscule undergarment in my mouth, but she had other ideas. She twisted the fabric harder, then harder still, wringing her juices from it. I watched as a drop of her honey grew bigger. I extended my tongue, and the drop fell on the tip. She wrung harder, until several more drops of pussy juice had been deposited in my mouth. 

"That's what you and your fucking Aston Martin did to me! I came three times in your car, did you know that?," she giggled. She was pushing me back on the bed now, and gliding lower, until she was on her knees, just inches away from the head of my cock. "Nice cock.... good cock..." she cooed, petting my shaft like a puppy, "...... big..... yummy.... cock." She plunged her mouth over the head, and ran her tongue down the underside. She was making little moaning, humming noises, like I was made of candy, and she had a wicked sweet tooth. "Please don't worry about holding back... I want to taste you.... to feel you explode in my mouth.... to suck every drop of your hot, sticky cum....." she resumed her sucking duties, satisfied she had said enough. 

Her lips felt like heaven itself had surrounded my penis. Warmth, wetness and gentle suction combined to bring my excitement level to near orgasmic proportions. If she wanted me to spurt in her mouth, she wouldn't get an argument from me. I laid back and enjoyed the sensations her lips were giving me. She was one seriously good cocksucker, and despite the girth of my engorged tool, she made every effort to swallow me to the root. I was feeling a very familiar tingle in my balls, that had nothing to do with her gentle caresses of my scrotum. The tingle grew warmer. She was bobbing and sucking furiously now, moaning her encouragement as she sensed my approaching climax. 

"I hope you are ready, baby, 'cause here.....it..... cummmms!" 

She let out a high pitched squeal of delight as the first blast of semen rocketed down her throat. She had her hand around the base of my dick, and was deliriously sucking, pumping and swallowing, while I filled her mouth with shot after shot of thick, sticky goo. She maintained her rhythm, milking me fully, until she had sucked up everything I had to give. The sensation of her lips on me vaulted over the line, from exquisitely arousing to hypersensitive, and I had to push her away. 

"Please stop!" I gasped. "Too sensitive!" 

Lori sat back on her haunches, licking renegade drops of cum from her lips. When I had recovered sufficiently, she crawled up beside me, and curled her leg across my midsection. She started to kiss me again, with the same sensual gentleness as before, and I was more than happy to reciprocate. It didn't take too long before I was pushing her over on her back and taking a place between her wide spread thighs. 

I must admit, a part of me was ready to just fuck the shit out of her. After all, I had been waiting a very, very long time for this opportunity. But the truth was this ; I still loved her, every bit as much as I had as in the past, when my crush had consumed my every waking moment. That love had been surrounded by a cocoon of emotional scar tissue, and been freed by her kiss. 

I moved down her body, kissing and claiming her breasts. They were so smooth, other than the now puckered areolas and stiff little buds. Thinking back, my fantasies had underestimated the beauty of her body, and in particular, her breasts. If it sounds like I have a thing for a woman's breasts, that's only because I do. Hers were remarkable. I held them, kissing the nipples while feeling their weight. Her skin was so soft, yet the flesh beneath was so firm. I could have spent hours moored happily to her chest, but there was another area I also wished to lavish some attention on. My kisses now trailed down, across her firm tummy, before arriving at my destination. 

A small tuft of token pubic hair was all that remained on her fleshy mons. From there on, she was delectably smooth and bare. Her labia were puffed up pink with arousal, pouting, begging for attention. With the tip of my tongue, I traced the beguiling contours of her pussy, tasting the source of the nectar that had soaked her diminutive panties. I took my time, exploring the slick seams between her inner and outer lips. She hissed approvingly. I licked her from top to bottom, cleaning , tasting, teasing, worshipping. Her breathing quivered with each touch of my tongue. 

"Close your eyes for a second, baby," I requested. "No peeking." I quickly retrieved something from my pants pocket, then returned to my position at her crotch. I resumed my tongue bath of her opening, which soon began to ooze with a fresh coating of her natural lubricant. She was a wellspring of ambrosia, and I lapped away at her for several minutes, unable or unwilling to satisfy my thirst. I only occasionally paid a visit to her clit, as every time I did she squealed and gasped excitedly.

While I continued to orally adore her sex, my mind was racing. From our earlier conversations at the reunion, I knew that Lori and her husband were separated, a fact that assuaged some of the guilt I felt for bedding a technically married woman. I also knew that her marriage had produced two children, both of whom were now away at school. I began to hope that this might become more than a nostalgic rewriting of history. Presumptuous, I know, but those old feelings were overriding my logical self. 

In the meantime, I just enjoyed the syrupy sweetness of her pussy, which was getting wetter by the second. She was moaning louder now, anxious to orgasm, but I wasn't letting her. I figured she had suffered enough. 

I slipped the glass puck from its velvet pouch, and placed it where I could get at it when the time came, if you'll pardon the pun. I assaulted her cunt with more fervor, spending more time on her bright pink button. Lori was now whining and groaning. There may have been words in there somewhere, but it was mostly unintelligible. Obvious in meaning, but still unintelligible. She was gasping and clawing at the sheets, tossing her head from side to side. She was very close. It was time. 

I picked up the glass puck and pressed it into her yawning cunt, while simultaneously sucking her clit with a vengeance. To her, it must have felt like I stuffed an ice cube into her. I imagine the temperature difference compared to her hot little clit must have been quite the sensation. She went off like a Roman candle. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhfuckyes! Oooooooo! Ooooooooooooahhhhhhhhhhh!" she shrieked, arching her back and bucking her hips. She continued her operatic aria of orgasmic delight, while I held on and tried to keep my lips on her pulsating pussy. Her vagina gushed, pushing the glass puck out of her with a pop. She wasn't cumming... She was CUMMMMMMMMMING! She squirmed so much she almost fell off the bed, but I caught her and pulled her back from the edge. I licked her juicy lips for another few minutes, while she slowly came down from the mountaintop. 

I looked up at her from below. Her nipples were no longer erect but stubby. Now they were worthy of the title 'hat pegs', and still very thick. I had never seen nipples that impressive. I just had to have them. I crawled up her body and went to town, sucking them wildly, abandoning the gentleness I had previously used. She moaned her approval, and pulled my face closer to her breast. I suckled her for a few minutes more, until she had recovered her senses. 

"What the fuck was that you put in my pussy?" she demanded. She had a surprised look on her face. 

"Oh, yeah... I forgot...." I answered, crawling down the bed to retrieve it, ".... Aston Martin call it the 'Emotional Control Unit'. Basically, it's the key to the car. A chip encased in glass." 

"Can't say I've ever had someone put their car keys in my hoo haa. A rather unique approach. What did you say they call it?" she laughed. 

"The Emotional Control Unit, or ECU," I repeated. 

Lori started laughing hysterically. After a few seconds she said "that's not an ECU...." then she grabbed my rejuvenated cock, "..... This is an ECU! And I think it's time to put the unit to work!" She tugged at my shaft. 

"If you insist," I relented, climbing on top of her. She rubbed the tip of my spear between her slick lips, then placed it in entry position. 

"Step on it, big boy!" she said, then reconsidered the comment. "I'm sorry... Let me rephrase that. I don't mean to trivialize this wonderful evening. You have made me feel so special tonight... so desirable.... so loved. I would very much like to continue that feeling. Please.... make love to me." She kissed me again. My imagination was obviously playing tricks with me, because, as wonderful as our earlier kisses had been, this one was more so, for some unknown reason. 

I pressed into her gently, feeling the wet engorged lips of her pussy spread and slide their warm embrace down my shaft. I really found it hard to believe that two kids had been pushed through her tunnel. She wasn't just snug; she was vice like. She was also volcanically hot. Yet despite the tightness, her muscles relaxed and I slipped in easily. Then, she seemed to shrink-wrap her pussy to the contours of my shaft. I must admit, that was a first for me. 

"Oh god, Lori! That feels incredible," I said as her vaginal muscles rippled along my length. Lori grinned shyly, trying to deflect the compliment. It was false modesty, and she knew that I had her figured out. The smile on her face widened, and a devilish grin appeared, like the cat that ate the canary. Like her kitty ate the canary. And I was the canary. 

I began a gentle rhythm of thrusts into her, revelling in the snug feel of her vagina. She closed her eyes blissfully, and sharp snorts of breath escaped with each stroke. She moaned, and pulled my face to her lips. Searing passion poured out with her kisses. 

"Oh god, yes..... your cock fills me up so nicely. You fuck so good. Please, don't stop...." she gasped, before resuming the kiss. 

She really did fit me like a glove, and part of me was angry for losing all those years of access to her charms. After a few more minutes of gently fucking her, I began to wonder if I would have survived it anyway. Goddamn! She was good! She almost had me ready to cum again, already. It was like her pussy was lined with velvet, memory foam, and silicone gel.... all at the same time. At least the excitement wasn't only one way. 

Lori was hooking her heels around my ass. Her breathing was laboured, and a flush of pink began to creep across her chest and neck. She wasn't shy about giving directions. Making love transitioned into fucking her brains out. 

"Oh god, baby, fuck me!..... Yeah, just like that!.... Gimme more of that big cock!.... Harder!... Faster!.... Fuck me!... FUCK me!... FUCK ME!!... FUCK MEEEE!" She shrieked as she came. I was glad I was able to get her off before I shot my load, so I could back away from the cliff. I wanted to stay in this pussy for a long, long time. 

I pulled out for a second, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and buried myself to the hilt again. I immediately knew that I had made an error in strategy, if my goal was to fuck her for a long session. 

I mentioned my love of breasts, before. Let me be clear. I love big tits. I mean.... I LOVE big tits! I love to look at them, to feel them, and most of all... I love to watch them move. Bounce. Shimmy. Quiver. Almost liquid, but not quite. Big bouncing tits almost always make me cum. And now I was looking down at Lori's magnificently full, beautiful breasts, moving in rhythm to my strokes. I tried not to watch them, but no one has that much willpower. She saved me again, as the depth advantage I had in this position accelerated her passion. Then she did something else I had never seen before. 

When she came, in addition to her vocal performance, her pussy gushed, and juice literally bubbled around my shaft. I pushed home again, and she squirted. It was like pumping up a super soaker. Apparently, Lori was enjoying this. Equally apparent was the fact she wanted more. 

"More!" she screamed. (See, I told you...) 

Okay, more it is. I pulled out and flipped her over, slamming back into her as soon as I dragged her hips up into the target zone. At least I didn't need to watch her tits anymore, but the view of my cock splitting her puffy pussy lips was equally arousing. She was also tickling my balls with her hand. Then she decided to concentrate on her clitoris instead. 

She squirted through another orgasm, and this time, I didn't need to stop thrusting, so yet another was soon following. Lori's screams were petering out, as she tired, but the clutching of her overflowing vagina never flagged, indicating that her arousal was not declining. She came yet again. Streams of honey were trickling down her thighs. Only after her seventh orgasm did she crack, grabbing the edge of the bed and literally yanking herself of my skewering member. She collapsed, panting and sweating. 

"Enough! Need to breathe! You motherfucking stud!" she cursed at me, and complimented me at the same time. She peered up at me from her flaked-out position, struggling both with her breathing and her emotions. Finally, she reached up and stroked her hand across my cheek. "I am beginning to wish I had made different choices in life."

"Don't say that!" I snapped. She was a bit taken aback. "Lori..." I clarified, softening my tone apologetically,"... we all have regrets, don't we? But, I believe that we become who we are because of those same choices, and even the regrets have a role to play. I know you don't regret having your children, do you, despite the end result of your marriage?" The answer was no. "And I have a similar history, to look back on. But, would I be who I am if it were not for that history, both good and bad? Would you be who you are?"




A Long Time Ago...



Lori stared at me, and I could see the change in her eyes. 

"I know I'm getting all 'philosophical' on you, but...." I searched for the words to convey my emotions,"... I guess, what I'm trying to say is this : If you can't go back to change the things you don't like about your life, then just accept it, and choose differently now. Do you understand me?" I hoped she did, because it was as close to baring my soul as I was willing to go right now, and right now might be all we had. 

Lori smiled. She didn't say a word. She crawled over to me and kissed me again. Deeply. Passionately. Lovingly. Then she pushed me gently onto my back. 

She straddled me, reaching back and guiding my stiff cock into her vestibule. She slowly lowered herself, until she was full. 

"I do understand," she said quietly. "I appreciate your honesty, and your openness." She leaned down and kissed me again. "I think I am making one of those 'different choices' right now." 

She began to gently rise and fall on my cock, staring into my eyes with a soulful expression. She was so beautiful. Lori rode me with a slow, sensuous rhythm for what seemed like hours. I know it wasn't, but it sure felt like it. We were truly making love now. I watched as her breasts quivered with her motions, and couldn't resist holding them, gently kneading while she pleasured both of us. Her breathing was getting more intense, and with it her strokes increased in ferocity. 

Lori was now fucking me like a demon, determined to coax the cum out of my balls. She really didn't need to wait long. Her pussy and breasts were too much for me, even without our new emotional connection. When I started to cum, her eyes lit up. 

"Oh yes, baby, cum in me!" she hissed, undulating her hips. I was still cumming. She wiggled more, and I kept shooting into her. She dropped on me, crushing her breasts against my chest while she kissed me. She moaned as I kept filling her with hot cream. "Mmmm! Oh my god! You fucking cum factory!" I slowed, and finally stopped twitching. "Jesus.... there is no way I'm making it to the bathroom without leaving a trail..... prepare to get gooey, darling!"

Lori lifted her hips, and scooted up my body. As soon as my cork left her vessel, cum started to pour out of her. She moved higher, and continued to dribble, all the way up to my chest. Eventually, the tide ebbed. She stood up, still straddling me, as the last few globs bombed me. 

"This is different.... Usually l'm the one wearing the huge load of cum," she giggled, and bounded off to the bathroom. 

She was back with a towel, and sopped up the puddle. It's a good thing it was an absorbant towel ; she was right, it was a lot of cum. She retreated with the gloppy mess, and came back with another towel and a warm cloth. She cleaned me up, and then crawled back into bed with me. 

We cuddled in silence for a considerable length of time. Lori finally broke the vacuum. 

"So....," she began, ".... Tell me about B.C." 

"Gladly," I responded, as I pulled her up for another kiss. All in all, the wait was worth it.