0 comments/ 19819 views/ 2 favorites Gettin' Biz-y Ch. 01 By: Irish Moss I've been a book lover since I first learned to read as a child, so it wasn't unusual for me to spend hours in Dilts' Bookstore in my hometown, wandering the aisles, oblivious to everything around me. On this particular occasion, I was roused immediately from my reverie upon reaching the checkout with my purchases when I realized that the cashier was Biz. Her name was actually Elizabeth, but everyone called her Biz and we'd gone to high school together. Although she'd been two years behind me, I knew who she was because our high school wasn't that big and she also lived down the street from my good friend, Jim. Interestingly, and part of the reason for the sudden awakening from my near-catatonic state, I had learned in just the past couple of months that Biz had a major crush on me in high school. Last I'd heard, though, she'd started dating Stephen after I'd graduated and, as far as I knew, they were still an item despite having just finished their freshman year at different colleges. I didn't let that stop me from greeting her enthusiastically; in a serious relationship or not, I wanted to make sure that she knew that I was into her without letting on that I finally knew about the crush. She returned my greeting with equal enthusiasm and a broad smile. Since no one else was in line, I encouraged her to come around the counter and give me a hug. She'd been, let's say, a "solidly-built" girl in high school, but cute and with an amazing rack. She looked as though she might have put on a little bit of weight, but nowhere near the dreaded "freshman fifteen." I held her against me long enough to let her know that I was feeling more than just platonic about her, but not long enough to be creepy or to get aroused. As she stepped back, I told her she looked great, making sure I sounded matter-of-fact, not overly enthusiastic. She rolled her eyes, of course, clearly not feeling the same way. "Do I need to ask how you're spending your summer?" I asked, going for broke, "Let me guess: working here and hanging out with Stephen." She made a face which simultaneously brought me both joy and pain. It was obvious that Stephen was a sore subject, which was good news from the perspective of a potential hook-up. However, her reaction made me feel sympathetic and I did not want cause her any pain. She revealed that she and Stephen had, in fact, broken up, going on to say that technically Stephen had done the breaking up. I apologized profusely and verbally kicked myself for rubbing salt in an obviously raw wound. She told me not to worry about it and not to be so hard on myself because there's no way I could have known, anyway. I asked her if there was a way I could make it up to her, maybe take her out for a drink to help her numb the pain. She replied that she would actually love to take me up on that offer, but reminded me that even though she was in college, she still was under 21. I thought for a second while she rang up my purchases then told her that I had a better idea. I told her that there was a place that I liked to go when I needed to think or clear my head or just to be reminded that life was still beautiful even if it didn't feel like it at the moment. I asked her if she'd let me take her there and promised that I'd also make sure that she got a drink if she still felt that she needed it. I also promised her that she couldn't leave there without feeling better. She looked at me as though trying to gauge my sincerity, then said, "Okay, let's go tonight." She gave me her phone number and told me when she'd be home from work then I headed out the door trying to suppress the spring in my step. I hadn't thought to ask her what she liked to drink but, since we'd have to be surreptitious about it anyway, I just decided to add some Southern Comfort to a couple bottles of 7-Up. I didn't make them too strong, since I didn't want her to think I was trying to get her drunk and I would still have to drive us safely home anyway. With the drinks in a cooler and my car ready to go, I gave Biz a call to let her know I was on my way. She asked where we were going and I told her it was a surprise, but that I knew she was going to love it. I hung up, jumped in my car and headed up to her house to pick her up. She looked cute as she opened the front door and stepped out. She'd obviously dolled herself up just a bit and had changed into a flowery skirt. The shirt she'd selected didn't necessarily enhance her big boobs, but certainly showed them off more than the apron she'd been wearing at the bookstore. To put it simply, she was a vision and I couldn't help but smile. I opened the car door for her and admired her smooth legs as she swung them in, then jumped into the driver's seat. She asked again, but I still wouldn't tell her where we were going because I wanted her to get the full visual impact as we arrived. Bigham Reservoir was less than ten miles from Biz's house and was popular for swimming, fishing and other water sports. On the dam side, however, there was an overlook that was very scenic and rarely used; I'd guess that not too many people even knew about it. The route to the overlook was a bit more indirect than the roads to the recreation areas so, while I'm sure she knew about where we were, I doubt she could have figured out our destination. The great thing about the road to the overlook was that when you reached the reservoir, you came around a bend and got an immediate sweeping view. As I expected, Biz was awestruck, much as I still was just about every time I drove up there. Not much further, I pulled into the overlook and maneuvered my car into a space backward so we'd be able to sit on my trunk and enjoy the view. As Biz walked over to the railing, I grabbed a blanket from the trunk and two 7-Up bottles from the cooler. I spread the blanket on my trunk then walked over to Biz and handed her a bottle, letting her know that it was the cocktail I'd promised if she wanted it. She thanked me and turned immediately back toward the reservoir, no longer speechless. I just let her go as she tried to put into words the unexpected beauty of the vista laid out before us. Eventually, I got her to come and sit on the trunk and we watched the boats cruising back and forth while sipping our "sodas." We started out talking about school and our summer jobs but gradually, without any prompting from me, Biz talked about what had happened with Stephen. She had apparently been taken by surprise when, after two semesters of long-distance relationship, Stephen decided when they were finally back together that he didn't want to be together anymore. Consequently, it had been quite a blow and she was still having a tough time dealing with it. I did a lot of listening and a bit of comforting, but I resisted putting an arm around her or a hand on her knee. After a bit, she let out a long breath, as though it had been a relief to get it all off her impressive chest. She apologized for burdening me and for bringing things down, but I explained that this was what coming here was all about. Now that it was all out, I continued, she should push it all over the edge, down into the deep water, and free herself from it. She made an exaggerated shoving gesture, took a deep breath and told me that she felt better. We toasted with our plastic bottles and tipped back our cocktails. She asked what it was because she really liked it and I told her what I had mixed and why I had done it that way. While we were currently the only ones up there, occasionally a park ranger would come by. I had talked to a few of them and they had all basically said that they swept the overlook just to make sure no one was partying, since it was so secluded. By disguising our alcohol, I was trying to respect them. The mood was significantly lighter as the sky began to darken and we finished our sodas, respectfully tossing the empties in the trash. When the bugs started to aggravate us, we weren't quite ready to call it a night yet, so we hopped into the car and I turned it around so that we could still look out through the windshield from the front seat. Biz asked if we were going to have to leave as soon as the sun had set completely, but I told her that the park didn't officially close until an hour after sunset. We continued talking and enjoying the view as darkness fell completely and, when we couldn't really see anything anymore, she turned to me and thanked me again. I reminded her that I had told her she was going to love it and now she could come up any time she wanted to. She said that it had been a really sweet thing to do and that she really wanted to return the favor. Knowing what she was getting at and being utterly thrilled, I still threw her a curve ball. While I'm sure that by returning the favor she meant she wanted to do something to or for me, like a blowjob or letting me play with her tits, I wanted her "returning the favor" to benefit her as well. My goal in doing that was to continue to elevate her spirits and to keep the focus on her for just a little bit longer, especially after what she'd been through with Stephen. I told her there was something she could do for me, if it wasn't asking too much. She encouraged me to go ahead, so I asked her if she'd let me go down on her. She reacted with surprise then said that if that was what I really wanted it was okay with her. I assured her that it really was what I wanted and had her lean against her door and bring one foot up onto the seat. I popped open the glove compartment to let just little bit more light in on the situation, reminding me of Meat Loaf singing about "Paradise by the Dashboard Light." I slowly slid the hem of her skirt up to the top of her thighs, exposing her colorful panties. I kissed her smooth inner thighs, detecting the musky scent of her arousal the closer I ventured to her pussy. I took the thin sides of her bikini panties and began to pull them downward as she raised her ass up off the car seat. Her trim, brown bush came into view as I slid her panties down to her ankles and over her feet. I held them up to my nose and inhaled her aroma before turning and hanging them from my rearview mirror. My cock was throbbing in my jeans as I leaned back down and kissed my way along her smooth inner thighs again. She was whimpering softly as I reached her pussy and ran my tongue up her slit. She was dripping with pungent juices, which I lapped up, slurping her pussy and licking her clit. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and began to writhe as I licked her pussy and her clit then slipped a finger up into her. She was hot, slippery and snug, her pussy completely engorged. As I pumped my finger in and out, I licked and sucked her clit, causing her whimpering to become moaning and her writhing to become gyrating. She was humping her hips against my face, holding my head in place, as I devoured her juicy pussy and drove her toward an intense orgasm. She was so tasty I could have eaten her all night long. As it turned out, though, she was also very turned on because it wasn't long at all before she was on the verge of cumming. I didn't think her pussy could become any wetter or more engorged, but I was wrong. The longer I ate her, the hotter her pussy felt around my finger. I didn't think it would be that night, but I was getting a strong feeling that I'd be slipping into her pussy as often as I could manage it that summer. She started tensing up, holding my head against her pussy while I continued licking, sucking and pumping. Finally, she went rigid and seemed to hold her breath, then let out a long, ragged sigh of relief and I could feel her body trembling as she came. I kept up my stimulations until she went still, then raised my head and straightened up. I watched her as she caught her breath with her eyes closed, her skirt still hiked up and her legs still spread; her nipples were also pressing out against her top. She opened her eyes and before she could say anything, I thanked her for letting me do that. She had apparently been about to thank me and had to rethink what she was going to say. She went ahead and thanked me anyway then told me how incredible it had been. I offered my services any time she was interested and she guaranteed me that she'd be taking me up my offer. She sat up and asked if I minded if she took her turn and went down on me. When I smiled and suggested that she might need to twist my arm, she purred back at me that she'd rather suck my cock. I replied that I could never deny a lady her desire and began to open my jeans. When I raised my ass up off the seat to work my jeans and my underwear down, she reached over to help, getting them down around my knees. I sat back down and eased the seat back, then reclined it as Biz stroked my cock and massaged my balls. I watched closely in the dim light as her tongue appeared and she ran it around my throbbing head before parting her lips and sliding them down my shaft. I moaned as her hot mouth engulfed my tool while she still pumped the base and massaged my balls. This clearly was not the first blowjob Biz had ever given; she was just too damn good. I was so aroused just in being with her and having eaten her sweet, juicy pussy that I should have shot off my load instantly, her mouth felt so good. However, she was so talented that she was able to just draw out the pleasure I was feeling for so long I could barely stand it. Her hot mouth moved up and down my impossibly rigid shaft while one hand continually pumped the base and the other gently massaged my balls. When she slid my shaft from her mouth and started running her tongue over my balls, she took my shaft in her fist and stroked it. I was running my fingers through her thick, brown hair as she slid her lips back down over my tool and began to suck it again. I tried to just lie there as her head bobbed up and down, but I couldn't resist thrusting my hips toward her face as my orgasm approached. My throbbing cock was actually swelling even more and I could feel an intense explosion of pleasure building up. Biz was able to draw out the pleasure I was feeling even longer than I could have imagined, but eventually I reached the breaking point. With a grunt of pleasure, I started spewing, filling her mouth with spurt after spurt of my jism. She milked every drop from me, swallowing it all, before letting my cock fall from her mouth. I told her how incredibly awesome she had been and she replied that any time I wanted another one, I just had to let her know. I told her that I had a feeling we'd be having an outstanding summer. We got our clothes back in order, except for Biz's panties, which she let me leave on my mirror, and, after a few more minutes at the overlook, headed back to her house. I pulled up at the curb but neither of us wanted the night to end just yet. I leaned over and, slipping my arm around her shoulder, pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues were soon exploring each other's mouths and my hand was running up and down her thigh. It wasn't surprising that my cock was already rising again so I asked a bold question: I asked her if she'd like to sit on my lap for a while before she had to go inside. She asked if I had protection with me and I confirmed that I had a condom in my wallet, so she said she couldn't think of a better way to end a wonderful night. I got the condom out and handed it to her while I worked my jeans and underwear down again. My cock was almost completely rigid and, by the time she had stroked it a few times, it was ready to go, so she rolled the condom over it. I eased the seat all the way back again, but didn't recline it all the way this time. She maneuvered over onto my lap and I guided my cock into her hot pussy under her skirt. She lowered herself down, engulfing my cock in her slippery, snug pussy as we both moaned. My hands were on her upper thighs and hers held onto the headrest as she slowly began to ride up and down on my tool. I was raising my ass up off the seat and pushing deeply into her hot pussy, feeling the incredible pleasure even through the condom. My hands moved around to squeeze her fleshy ass, pulling her down harder on my cock as I pushed up into her. Her tits were right there in front of me as we fucked, two globes that I had admired for a long time, so I figured it was about time I got my hands on them. I slid my hands up from her ass and massaged her tits through her shirt, feeling the hard nipples pressing out. I worked my hands up under her shirt then and massaged her tits through the thin material of her bra. She was moaning softly, though I didn't know whether it was due to my stimulation of her tits or my throbbing cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Finally, I reached behind her and unfastened a whole bunch of hooks, causing her bra to go slack. I moved my hands back around to the front and caressed the soft flesh while passing my palms over her hard nipples. It wouldn't be tonight, but I knew I had to fuck these fleshy beauties. Her moaning was getting more insistent and I could feel another orgasm of my own beginning to build, so I moved my hands back to her ass to brace her as I fucked her harder. We were both working up a good sweat as the windows steamed over, the back of her thighs smacking against the front of mine. She seemed to go into slow motion as she started cumming, moaning gutturally and making me glad that, despite the sweat and steam, the windows were closed. Her pussy got hotter and wetter as she came causing my own orgasm to come on even quicker. Her climax was long and intense and at about the time she was finishing, I exploded into the condom, letting out a cry of pleasure myself. She rode me just a bit longer before going completely still, breathing heavily. I continued to massage her ass and told her how much I loved her body. She mumbled something about wishing she could appreciate it the way I did, and moved back over to the passenger seat. I asked if she thought I should just drop the condom on the road in front of her house and her response was only if we never wanted to see each other again. I told her I was kidding, but didn't tell her that I planned to fling it out as I passed Jim's house, instead. She said she wished she didn't have to, but that she figured she'd better get inside before her dad came outside to see what we were up to. I asked her if I could keep her panties until next time I saw her and she smiled before giving me the okay. She refastened her bra and I got my jeans and underwear back up, then opened the windows to let the steam clear as I walked her up to the door. Standing on her front porch, Biz confessed that the evening had not gone anywhere near the way she'd expected, but that she was so glad that it had turned out the way it had. Looking into her big brown eyes and stroking her hair, I agreed that the night had been a pleasant surprise and hoped that it was just the beginning. She said she was pleased that I felt that way because she was hoping to see a lot of me from this point on. We made out for a little bit longer before she reluctantly went inside. I walked slowly back to my car and gave her panties another sniff before driving off. Gettin' Biz-y Ch. 02 It was a short drive home from Biz's house, but I spent the entire time rehashing the events that had transpired in the past few hours. Alone in my bedroom, I stripped down and lay on my bed thinking about her and toying with her sexy bikini panties. I thought about what I had seen of her body and what I had felt of it and pretty soon not only did I have another raging hard-on, but I really wanted to hear her voice. She'd told me that the phone number she'd given me was for her own line in her bedroom, so I felt safe calling it at that late hour. The way she answered, I had the feeling she knew that it would be me as soon as the phone rang. She told me that she had just been thinking about me, so I asked her what she'd been thinking. She said that she had been going over everything that had happened and was anxious to see me again. I asked her what she was wearing and she replied that she had a t-shirt on. I asked if she had put on a clean pair of panties, but she said that she was wearing only the t-shirt. I was already rock hard, so picturing her lying in bed wearing a t-shirt that didn't cover her trim brown bush and that her big titties were pushing out in front just made it throb. She asked what I was wearing and when I told her, she moaned softly. I asked her to take off her t-shirt and she set the phone down as she did. I was visualizing her peeling her t-shirt away from her massive boobs and without really thinking about it, I began to stroke my cock. When she was back on the line, I told her that I couldn't help taking my cock in hand as I thought about her lying there naked, even though I had never seen her naked and was relying on my imagination. She said she wished that she could take my cock in her hand, then in her mouth, and finally in her pussy. I told her that she would be able to soon enough, but in the meantime, I wanted her to touch her pussy and pretend that it was me doing it. I asked her how wet she was and what she was doing with her fingers. She replied that she was dripping wet and that she was sliding one finger in and out where my cock had been less than an hour ago while she massaged her clit with the fingertips of her other hand. I moaned in response and she asked if I was cumming; I told her not yet, but that it wouldn't be long. I went on to tell her that I was imagining it was her soft hand that was now massaging my balls, causing my orgasm to surge on even more quickly. She let out a whimper and said that she would have cum already if it had been my fingers or my tongue or my cock working on her pussy; her fingers just weren't as much of a turn on. I asked if her arms were squeezing her breasts together and could she lick her nipple if she wanted to. She said that she would lose the phone if she tried, but wanted my tongue on her nipples the next time she saw me. Our conversation degenerated into soft moaning as we each worked ourselves closer to cumming. I had visions of her naked, her big tits jutting out, working on her pussy with both hands as my orgasm came closer and closer; her moans on the other end of the line just helped me along. Finally, with a grunt, I started spewing onto my stomach and fist as I continued to milk my spurting cock. Biz, realizing what was going on, was only seconds behind as she cried softly into the phone while her own orgasm coursed through her. When we'd both caught our breath, she told me that she'd never done that before. I was surprised, given that she'd been in a long-distance relationship for close to a year, but she said that there just hadn't been such a palpable sexual chemistry when she and Stephen had been on the phone. We talked for a little while longer, agreeing that I'd stop by the bookstore to see her the next day, then hung up. I was asleep soon after. I had been up for a little while on Friday morning when the phone rang and it turned out to be Biz calling me from work. She seemed a little agitated and went on to explain that Stephen had stopped by already that morning. I felt my stomach drop as she told me how he had asked her to go out with him that night and, when she had hesitated, had insisted because he said they needed to talk about some things. My spirits lifted when she said that she didn't really want to go out with him. She admitted that she was curious about what he could possibly think they needed to talk about, especially since he had been so insistent. She asked me what I thought and I replied that I was feeling some jealousy, first of all, but I thought that it would be better to see what he wanted and get the air clear rather than blowing him off and just have it hanging out there. She said that she'd hoped to see me tonight and I replied that I'd hoped the same, but reminded her that we had the whole summer ahead of us and that it might be more enjoyable without any Stephen issues left unresolved. I offered to bring her lunch so that we could at least see each other and she accepted. Showered and dressed, I showed up at the bookstore with a bag full of goodies which we were able to eat sitting outside. It wasn't exactly a picnic, but it was nice nonetheless. As we ate, Biz confessed that the prospect of the evening ahead was a bit nerve-wracking. Twenty-four hours earlier, she would have felt blissfully optimistic about going out with Stephen, but now she didn't really even want to see him. I was still nervous that once they were together, she would be more likely to get back together if that was what he wanted, so I knew I'd have to prepare myself for that possibility. I asked her what she would do if that was what he wanted. She laughed and said she couldn't imagine being happy with him again after the previous night; this brought a smile to my face. We finished our lunch and I walked her back to the bookstore, giving her a discreet kiss before heading back home. She called me again that evening just before she was to meet Stephen and said she'd call afterwards to give me the scoop. I headed out with Jim and Rob for some wiffle ball in the park followed by a couple of cold beers at the bar. I had filled them in on Biz and where she currently was, so they were also anxious to know how things went and were understanding when I headed home to await her call. I was pleased that it was still pretty early when she did call. She told me right away that she'd rather have spent the evening with me, which set my mind at ease, then went on to tell me what Stephen had been so fired up to see her about. He'd gotten it into his head that, even though he had broken her heart by dumping her, she would still consider being "friends with benefits" for the summer. She said it was a good thing that she hadn't been taking a drink when he said it because she would have given him a shower. She told him in no uncertain terms that he was dreaming, that things didn't work that way. He appeared taken aback not only by her lack of interest, but also by her resolve; apparently he was expecting her to be miserable without him and anxious for any sort of relationship. She thanked me, saying that if it hadn't been for our chance encounter in the bookstore leading to the previous night, she might have actually welcomed his suggestion. I told her that I didn't think there were any such things as coincidences. When she was done laughing at Stephen's chutzpah, she suddenly recalled that she had extremely good news to share. The next day was Saturday and, not only did she not have to work, but her parents were heading into Manhattan for dinner and a Broadway show. As if this wasn't enough, they'd also decided that, rather than come home so late, they were going to stay at a hotel so they could kick up their heels a little after the show. What this meant to us was that we had her entire house to ourselves from about 4:30 or so until at least noon the next day. She had just found this out since she'd arrived home, so she was still digesting it and hadn't really thought about how exactly to take advantage of the empty house, aside from the obvious. I suggested that we both think about it overnight and talk about it the next morning. We talked for a little while longer then, after we'd hung up, I started thinking about what I wanted to do most the next evening. By the time we spoke the next day, we realized that we were on the same page with regards to a lot of things. Obviously we both wanted to spend as much time as possible naked and giving or receiving orgasms, but we also wanted to shower together and Biz said the master bathroom had an awesome tub, so we wanted to take a bath, too. She also wanted to make dinner for me, but I asked whether we could put off eating for at least a little while after I arrived and get right down to business; she was more than okay with that. My requests were simple: I wanted her to wear a miniskirt and a blouse that buttoned up the front and I wanted to live out a fantasy to walk in the front door and receive a blowjob as soon as it closed behind me. I wasn't sure how that one was going to go over, but Biz also thought that would be pretty hot. Lingerie was up to her, but I did request that she wear some because I was looking forward to peeling it off her. I promised her that after I received, I would be more than eager to give. We set up a time for me to arrive and I headed out during the day to pick up a box of condoms and some wine to go with dinner. I was beyond excited by the time I arrived and, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to start with a blowjob since it was probably only going to take me about thirty seconds to cum, anyway. Biz opened the front door, looking less "cute" this time and more "sultry." She was wearing a snug, black miniskirt and a short-sleeved white blouse with buttons up the front that were practically bursting off. She took the wine and set it on the table just inside the door as I dropped my backpack to the floor, then stepped in front of me in her high heels and gave me a hard, passionate kiss. I felt her breasts against my chest and my rigid cock pressed against her abdomen. She started sliding down my body until she was on her knees and working on unfastening my pants. Of course, I was fully rigid in anticipation of not only living out a fantasy, but also in anticipation of experiencing Biz's outstanding oral talents again. My cock sprung out as she lowered my pants and briefs and she immediately took it in her hand, stroking it gently. She ran her tongue around the head before sliding her lips down my stiff shaft, engulfing me fully in her hot, wet mouth. I moaned at the sheer pleasure of having her mouth around my cock and when she began to move her lips up and down my shaft, I couldn't help but ramble about how good it felt. She was an enthusiastic cocksucker, too; I've seen porn movies where the girl wasn't as into it as Biz appeared to be. It was almost as if she was getting as much out of sucking my cock as I was getting out of having her do it, which very well may have been the case. I was running my fingers through her hair while enjoying the sensation of her mouth sliding up and down my tool as my orgasm rapidly built up. As my cock began to swell even more, she slid her hands from pumping my cock and fondling my balls around to my ass to pull me deeper into her hot mouth. I was trying to resist thrusting my hips toward her face, wanting instead to just enjoy the pleasure she was providing, but it became more difficult the closer I was to cumming. My orgasm continued to slowly build under her oral attention while I enjoyed ever second of it; feeling as though I never wanted it to end, but knowing I'd go insane if there was no climax. Finally, with a cry that echoed through the foyer, I began to spurt down Biz's throat as an extremely intense orgasm overtook my body and I nearly collapsed. She milked my cock until I was spent and beginning to soften, then sat back on her heels and looked up at me as I praised her performance. I asked her then if she was prepared to show me her bedroom, helping her up and following her up the stairs as I tucked my cock away and pulled my pants and briefs back up. I admired her round ass squeezed into her black mini as I ascended the stairs behind her, failing to restrain myself from reaching out to caress it. Her bedroom looked like that of a typical recent high school graduate with a full-size bed in the middle of it and a dressing table just inside the door. The dressing table had a very large mirror, which I was certain I would be utilizing. Between the dressing table and the bed, I took her into my arms and we began to make out, my hands massaging her ass cheeks. When I finally stepped back from her, I told her that there was something I'd really been looking forward to doing and I began to unbutton her blouse. Her massive cleavage was slowly revealed, her breasts encased in a sexy, flowery bra in a more subtle pattern than the bikini panties from two nights ago that were currently in my backpack. I didn't take the blouse off right away, just slipped my hands inside to caress her mounds through the material of her bra. Her nipples were hard against my palms and I was anxious to finally suck them, but I was equally interested in just getting a look at her bared breasts. I'm sure Biz was accustomed to the attention her breasts attracted, so my actions were in no way novel to her, but she didn't seem impatient with my interest. I finally pushed her blouse so that it slid down her arms and landed on the floor behind her. As I reached around to unfasten and unzip the back of her miniskirt, I took the opportunity to kiss her again. Because her mini was so snug, I had to stop kissing her and drop to my knees to work it down. Well, technically I didn't have to get down on my knees, but I liked kneeling in front of her as I tugged the hem and it slowly slid down over her hips and down her legs. Her matching bikini panties came into view and I was careful not to pull them down along with her skirt, wanting to admire her voluptuous figure in bra and panties. When her skirt hit her ankles and she stepped out of it, it was my turn to sit on my heels and gaze up at her. My cock was already beginning to recover as I admired her, but there was still so much I wanted to do before I used it again. I stood and turned her to face her mirror as I told her that just since Thursday I had discerned in her a negative image of her own body. I had her look at herself as I told her not only that I could hardly take my eyes off her, but all of the individual things about her that were so sexy. I didn't start with her breasts, which were quite obviously her most dramatically sexy feature, instead going for her hips. I ran my hands over the soft flesh there and told her how feeling it made me want to squeeze her. Sliding my hands down to her ass, I squeezed it and told her how I just wanted to hold onto it and pull her against, or down on, my stiff cock. Lowering myself to my knees behind her, I ran my hands up and down her smooth thighs, brushing lightly against her pussy through her panties. Standing again, I turned her head so that I could kiss her, then cupped her large breasts, brushing my palms over her hard nipples. After a few gentle tugs on her nipples, I stepped back slightly and set to work unfastening her bra and sliding it down to reveal her sumptuous beauties. I could not believe how perfect they actually were. These were not just big breasts; the shape, the size of the areolas, the way they sloped down on her chest, they were works of art and I told her as much. As I explained to her that people, not just men, stared at her boobs not just because they were big, but because they were perfect, I was running my hands over the smooth, soft flesh and gently tugging her hard nipples. Looking into her eyes in her reflection in the mirror, I asked her if she was starting to see her body through my eyes yet and she slowly nodded. I realized that her eyes were actually looking as though tears might be welling up as she thanked me for helping her to do that. I requested that she not thank me yet, because I wasn't done with her. Dropping to my knees, I looked around at Biz's reflection as I started sliding her panties down, gradually exposing her brown bush. Once she'd stepped out of her panties, though, I had her lean forward, resting her head on her folded arms atop her dressing table. I massaged her ass briefly before spreading her cheeks apart and running the tip of my tongue around her anus. She moaned, but didn't move, as I licked her ass and slipped a hand between her legs to stroke her dripping pussy. Knowing that she was beyond worked up, I stood up and helped her to straighten up, then led her to her bed, indicating that I was anxious to devour her juicy pussy. She kicked off her heels and crawled onto the bed, lying on her back in the middle of it with her knees bent and her legs spread. I crawled up between her thighs and worked my way inward toward her pussy with gentle kisses as she ran her fingers through my hair. When I finally ran my tongue up her slit and over her clit, she let out a loud moan and squeezed my head. I spent some time lapping up the juices flowing from her pussy, not coming anywhere near being able to consume them all, then refocused my tongue on her clit while slipping a finger up into her. She was writhing and moaning like crazy as I licked and sucked her clit while pumping my finger slowly in and out of her slick pussy. She was so incredibly wet and engorged that my cock was already nearly rigid just at the prospect of slipping into her again. I gazed up over the landscape of her body while I enthusiastically ate her out, seeing her breasts squeezed together between her arms and her hard nipples, which I still had not sucked, sticking out of the middle of her large areolas. She had gone from simply writhing under the attention of my tongue and finger to rotating her hips rhythmically as her orgasm slowly built up. She was getting so loud that I actually glanced toward her windows to make sure that they were closed and the neighbors wouldn't hear her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open to allow the moans to escape as I kept at licking and sucking and fingering, doing my best to give her the most intense and pleasurable orgasm she'd experienced, thus far at least. As her moaning began to increase in pitch and her rhythmic rotations became increasingly rapid, I could feel her pussy becoming wetter and even more engorged than it already was. My cock was throbbing in anticipation of fucking her, slipping into that hot, wetness. She started to tense up as she approached the brink of a massive cum, holding my head so tightly that I couldn't move it. She forced her pussy against my tongue and finger, grinding it as she got closer and closer. Finally, with an animal-like wail, she started to convulse as she rode out her orgasm, still holding my head in place. I kept licking, sucking and fingering as best I could while she bounced wildly on the bed, whipping her head back and forth. She seemed to cum forever and I ended up slipping my finger free and lapping up as much as I could of the additional juices that were suddenly flowing from her. She gradually began to calm down and once she had gone completely still, I raised my head and crawled up next to her. She turned her head to look at me, glassy-eyed, and just smiled as she caught her breath. I ran my fingers through her hair as she recovered until she finally said she was going to get me naked and fuck me. I told her that I'd left my backpack in the foyer and that was where my condoms were, but she reached over me to open her nightstand drawer. She pulled out an unopened box of condoms that she said she'd picked up when she'd gone shopping for dinner. The cashier at the supermarket had said that it looked like she had quite a night planned and Biz had assured her that she did. I took the box and began to open it while she took off my shoes and socks, then reopened my pants and took them down. My briefs were bulging out, but she took off my shirt next as I was separating a single condom from the strip I'd extracted from the box. As I watched, she rubbed my shaft through my cotton underwear, then grasped the waistband and slowly lowered them until my cock popped out, standing straight up. Gettin' Biz-y Ch. 02 She never took her eyes off of it as she worked my briefs down and off, then reached out for the condom I had by then unwrapped. I handed it to her and she rolled it over my shaft, straddling me as soon as it was in place. I rested my hands on her upper thighs as she guided my tool to her pussy and lowered herself down on it. Even through the condom, her pussy felt amazing, even better than it had two nights prior and just a stone's throw away. Sitting straight upright, she started moving up and down on my cock, setting her tits to bouncing in a most hypnotic way. I reached up to fondle them as she rode my cock slowly, clearly experiencing a great deal of pleasure in this position. Each time she came down, I would push my ass up off the bed, forcing my cock as deeply into her as I could. She started out just moving straight up and down, but was soon experimenting and seeking out the best feeling she could achieve. They all felt outstanding to me, so I just went with the flow and enjoyed the feel of her pussy on my cock. The longer she rode me, the faster she was moving and eventually she ended up leaning forward, supporting herself with a hand on each side of my head. This, of course, finally put her nipples within sucking distance for me so, as she repeatedly slammed herself back onto my cock, I held onto her tits and flicked her nipples with my tongue and sucked them between my lips. I was lost in pursuit of satisfying my own desires while Biz began to ride me harder and faster. I was able to continue pushing my cock up into her each time she came down on it even while almost solely focused on licking and sucking her nipples. Her moaning was getting louder and the pitch was increasing again as she approached another orgasm. I could feel her pussy seeming to get more slippery and was relishing the feel of it sliding up and down my cock, but wasn't in any imminent danger of cumming myself. Her ass was smacking hard against my upper thighs as she continued to fuck me harder and faster; the only other noise besides her moaning was the sloshing of her juicy pussy. When she started to cum, she seemed to go from riding me hard and fast to suddenly riding me in slow motion as a shiver passed through her entire body. Her face broke into a rapturous smile, though her eyes remained shut, as she continued to slowly ride up and down my cock. After a few minutes of this, she opened her eyes and leaned down to stick her tongue in my mouth. She stopped to tell me that I rocked her world and wanted to know what I wanted to do next. I said that I wanted her to stay on all-fours, but I wanted to be behind her. She actually had to move off of me while we repositioned, but I had us move down to the end of the bed, anyway, so that we could watch ourselves in her dressing table mirror. Kneeling behind her with my latex-encased cock standing straight out, I guided my cock back into her and pushed forward until my hips were touching her ass. I started to slowly fuck her, my eyes alternating from staring at her ass to watching us in the mirror. I held her by the hips, but soon moved my hands up to fondle her swinging breasts as I thrust repeatedly into her sweet pussy. She was quickly pushing back against my incoming thrusts allowing me to penetrate her as deeply as we could manage. As much as I enjoyed fondling her big titties, it still made it somewhat awkward to fuck her in this position. It definitely felt good sliding my cock in and out of her, but I didn't feel like I was getting a full thrust. Consequently, I figured there'd be plenty of opportunity to play with her tits, so I straightened back up and grabbed her by the hips again. With my hips smacking against her ass and her still pushing back hard against me, her hot pussy was starting to extract an orgasm from me. I liked seeing her watching us in the mirror with a big smile on her face as she backed into my thrusts and her tits swung back and forth. I also liked the pleasurable feeling that was slowly building the longer I slid in and out of her hot pussy. As her swinging tits started to hypnotize me again, I had a wonderful idea. Rather than cum into the condom inside her hot pussy, I decided to indulge in her titties once more before blowing my load by fucking them. I continued to fuck her from behind, letting the pleasurable feeling build and build while watching her tits swinging. She pushed back against me and watched us in the mirror, her smile never fading. When I was nearly on the verge of cumming, I pulled out of her and had her flip onto her back while I stripped off the condom. Straddling her ribs, I lay my cock between her big tits and she squeezed them together around it. The friction of her soft, smooth tits squeezed against my thrusting cock was pure heaven though I wouldn't necessarily say I preferred it to her hot pussy. She watched as the head of my cock peeked out from between her mounds with each thrust. My cock grew harder still due in part to the feel of her tits and in part to my impending orgasm. I still couldn't help but stare at her tits even as I was fucking them, and that seemed to continue to arouse me. It was only a matter of minutes from the time I first started fucking her tits to the moment when I started spurting onto her chest, neck and face. She had her tongue out and caught what she could while I moaned ecstatically and when I was finally spent, she started scooping my cum up on her finger and sucking it off. I let out a sigh and climbed off of her then we moved up on her bed to lay side-by-side. She finished cleaning up my cum as I lightly ran my hands over her tits some more. We talked quietly for a bit about what we'd just done and what the night before us would hold before deciding that we were ready for dinner. We headed downstairs where I picked up my backpack, placed it on the stairs then took the wine to the kitchen where Biz had gone to pull dinner together. I poured the wine and we had a romantic dinner, naked, in her kitchen. By the time we'd finished we were feeling a little too full to sweep the dishes to the floor and fuck right on the table, so we headed upstairs for a soak in the master bath instead. I had the sense to bring some condoms along this time which was good because within half-an-hour of slipping into the tub, our soaking became making out and caressing which quickly turned into licking, sucking and fondling. Finally, Biz leaned on the edge of the tub and I took her from behind again, this time cumming inside her and filling the condom. The master bathroom had another nice big mirror, so we were able to watch ourselves this time, too. Once we'd dried off, we basically hit every spot in Biz's house that she'd wanted to try something sexual but never had. I ate her pussy in the other bathroom, she blew me while I sat on the washing machine, we fucked on every couch in the house as well as the kitchen counter and kitchen and dining room tables. It was a total riot, but we wore ourselves out and eventually crawled into her bed for some much needed rest. The next morning, Biz had a request that we hadn't been able to take care of the night before because of mosquitoes. We went out onto her deck, making sure that we were not in view of the neighbors, and set up a chaise in the sun. She lay on it with her legs spread wide and I mounted her. She had to be careful to refrain from her typical oral declarations as I fucked the hell out of her. When we'd both cum, we just lay there in the warm sun, our naked bodies pressed together, breathing in the fresh morning air and appreciating the beauty of the moment. Before I ended up with a nasty sunburn on my back, though, we headed inside and took a shower together. I had so much fun lathering up her body, running my hands over every square inch of it and, much to my surprise, slipping my soapy finger into her ass without a protest. My cock grew even harder as I contemplated the possibility of fucking Biz's ass in the near future. We were both completely fired up once again by the time we'd lathered each other up, rinsed each other down and dried each other off. She wanted to go down on me at least once more before we had to worry about her parents' arrival, but I knew her pussy was good and juicy so I wanted to eat her, too. We headed to her bedroom where I lay in the middle of her bed and she straddled my head. I gazed up at her brown bush above me as I felt her stroking my cock before lowering her mouth over it. I moaned at her expert talents put to work again, feeling certain that I would never tire of having her lips wrapped around my cock. As I massaged her ass cheeks, I raised my head and ran my tongue along her slit collecting her juices. She moaned around my cock as I licked her pussy but never paused in sliding her mouth up and down it. When I refocused my attention on licking and sucking her clit, I slipped a finger into her slippery pussy and began slowly sliding it in and out. The hand that was still on her ass soon found its way down to fondle her hanging breasts. Meanwhile, as her mouth journeyed up and down my tool, she had one hand at the base pumping it as the other gently fondled my balls. I could already feel another orgasm wanting to exploded into her talented mouth; I had a feeling she was experiencing the same feeling. She was rocking her hips, pushing her pussy rhythmically against my face as I thought of a way that I might get her to an orgasm even quicker. I started by slipping my finger from her pussy and spreading the juices coating it over her anus. I did this several times and each time I massaged her there, she moaned, which I took as an encouraging sign. I kept doing this until I was pretty certain that she was very close to cumming, then gave my finger a shove and slipped it right into her ass. The response was instant and exactly what I'd hoped for; she pulled her cheeks together while letting out a surprised cry, then began to shudder uncontrollably. I slurped up the sudden flow of juices that inundated her pussy as she rode out an apparently intense orgasm. When it appeared as though she had finished cumming, I slipped my finger free and let my head drop back as she voraciously resumed her blowjob. Her enthusiasm was remarkable as she bobbed her head up and down on my tool and I was able to just lie there and enjoy it. I couldn't resist reaching down with both hands to fondle her dangling breasts as she sucked me off, though, but otherwise just relished the feel of her mouth sliding up and down my shaft. I was quickly on the verge of cumming and, although she drew it out much longer than I expected to last, I was anxious to blow my load into her mouth. Finally, with a grunt of relief as much as pleasure, I began to spew. Once I'd been sucked dry, we lay together for a bit relishing the night and morning we'd just experienced and planning how and when we'd be able to continue our activities. Reluctantly, we eventually got up and dressed, though I spent considerable time watching Biz moving naked about her room and gradually covering her body. We circuited the entire house to make sure there was no evidence of our night and morning of passion, then she walked me out to my car, which had sat in front of the house all night. We had some brief concern over this with what the neighbors might think or say then decided "The hell with them," and never thought on it any further. We kissed just a bit by my car, though, not wanting to give them anything more to talk about. We'd decided to keep a low profile with respect to her parents assuming that they'd be concerned with her just coming out of a long relationship. They knew we'd gone out on Thursday night, but as far as they knew it was only as friends. We assumed that eventually they'd figure it out, but by then they'd be well aware of how happy she was and it probably wouldn't be an issue. With our plans set for when we'd see each other next, I slipped into my car and drove off.