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I Remember Ch. 01

By: Extreme Bohunk



I remember the first time I saw you. Short, cutely rounded, your shoulder length dark hair. Your dark eyes. There was 'something about you'. We smiled.

We hit it off. Later, we went to dinner, and saw a movie about dragons. It was cold in the theatre, we sat close and held hands. The movie was boring, I made fun of it under my breath. I remember you giggled.

The night ended too soon. We sat parked outside your place. I made funny small talk, not wanting you to go in.

It was late, you had to go. We stood at your door, there it was; 'the moment'. You always knew how to make me make 'the next move'. I took your hand, and drew you to me. I remember our first kiss.

We saw each other several times. It was unspoken as yet, but we knew there was something real between us. I remember the first time I undressed you.

Your soft, fair skin. Faint tan lines. Your underwear was black. I kissed you while my hands felt your body.

You sat up, and undid your bra. You looked to me to remove it. I saw your full breasts, I had to touch them. How soft they were on the sides. The feel of your light brown nipples as I rolled them between my fingers. I remember your perfume.

I kissed tiny trails all over you. Your breathing became deeper, your small soft hand on the back of my head. My mouth slowly explored your flesh. When we kissed, I felt it to my core. I remember you looking into my eyes.

Without a word, you slid out of your panties. Your eyes held an invitation. You always let me make 'the next move' I remember how your naked body felt against mine.

Your skin was like warm silk. My hand teased over your stomach, moving lower. You closed your eyes, the pink tip of your tongue flicked over your full lips. Your soft fur tickled between my fingertips.

I grazed my fingers over and along your thighs, each pass inching higher as your breaths grew deeper. My hand gently moved your legs apart. My mouth tasted your crinkled nipples. First one, then the other. And back. I remember the sound you made as my hand cupped your moist femininity, and caressed it.

Your hips slowly moved in harmony with my hand. My fingers were getting wet. I pulled you tighter to me, and kissed you again. I felt your gift of surrender, you were mine.

My fingertips traced the lines of your face. I gently pushed your dark hair back from it. I gazed on your beauty, your slightly flushed skin, parted lips fuller than before. I continued my massage of your mound as I began to kiss my way downward. I remember moving my body between your legs.

I teased you with my mouth and tongue, kissing, licking and nipping over your stomach. I played my fingertips over the tender flesh along your ribs, and thighs. I shifted, and moved lower. I remember the first time I saw your sex.

Dark curls around your puffy lipped slit. You pulled your legs up, letting me see more. I knew what you wanted. I was going to make you beg for it.

I moved away, and touched my lips to the sensitive skin just inside your knee. I let them graze in a small circle, over and over. I could tell from your breathing how much you liked it. How much you wanted more.

I ran my tongue along the length of your smooth thigh, stopping short of Pleasure Valley. I did it again and again, on each thigh. I remember how you began to pant.

I moved my mouth over your furry wetness, while my fingertips floated across your stomach. You started to shake. I blew gently on your soaked lips. I could see your pleasure bud peeking from beneath it's fleshy hood.

I licked along the creases of your thighs, and around your dark triangle. Just close enough to make you whimper. In a whisper, you begged me. 'Ohhhh pleeeeease.'

My hands found yours, I held them as I tasted you for the first time. I remember how you groaned.

My mouth watered as your scent filled my nostrils. I licked you slowly along your outer lips, my tongue parting them slightly. I pushed my face deeper into your wetness. I kissed you deeply on your sex.

I stiffened my tongue, and licked you hard from bottom to top. I let the tip bump over your pearl. Your hips jerked each time I did. My mouth closed on your center of pleasure. Still holding your hands, I used my arms under your legs to pull you closer. To pull you tighter.

I alternated between licking and sucking on your clit. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft. When I felt you getting close, I'd back off, and then start again. I remember how you shook.

When I knew you couldn't take much more, I stopped, only to tell you 'No more teasing, I promise. Let yourself go.'

I pulled you even tighter, and glued my mouth to your more than ready sex. I sucked hard, while my tongue lashed your clit in a frenzy. I felt your body stiffen, climbing higher. I was not going to stop this time. I remember your sounds as your climax took you.

I continued my oral caresses, coaxing you higher. I could feel you twitch on my mouth. As it ebbed, I backed off, gently kissing and licking along your wetness.

When it had passed, I moved up, and took you in my arms. I kissed you for a long time. I remember how you melted into me.

I Remember Ch. 02



After a while, you stirred. With a little 'mmmmhhh', your mouth started teasing around my ear. I remember the softness of your lips, the just right wetness of the tip of your tongue as it traced tiny patterns.

Your silky palm floated over my chest, playing with my nipples. I settled back, letting the sensations wash over me. Your mouth moved to my neck. I remember the tingles that ran through me.

I think I groaned when your lips found my nipple. I didn't realize your hand had slid lower, until your fingers closed around my hardness. I remember the sexy little laugh you gave.

I held my breath for a moment when you kissed your way down my stomach. I could feel myself jerking with each touch of your lips. Your hand stroked me slowly, so slowly. You never squeezed, just grazing your fingers around my length. I remember the sparks behind my eyes as your tongue touched the tip, and circled.

I was floating in a haze. Every nerve in my manhood was fixed on the torturously slow pace you had set. I remember how the air rushed out of my body as your lips finally closed on me.

In my entire life, I had only come twice from blowjobs. From the first touch of your lips, I knew this would be the third.

My hand found your hair, and stroked it. I was aching for you to go faster. I begged for more, you giggled around me. Your mouth slid lower, taking as much of me as you could. And then up. So, so slowly. I remember grabbing your at your, and pulling your hips back toward my face.

You never broke contact, or missed a beat with your oral delights. I felt your thighs settle around my head. I kissed your femininity, and joined your tempo. I remember how it felt as you sighed around me.

I wanted to return the pleasures you were treating me to. I could tell you were getting close from your breathing, yet you never stopped or changed your motion on me. You gave a small grunt and jerk of your hips as you climaxed. Your mouth didn't stop for an instant.

My hands slid all over your skin, I wanted to touch you everywhere at once. I gave a gentle rake of my nails along your ribs, and began licking you again. My face was dripping with your juices, I was surrounded by your scent. It was driving me crazy, almost as crazy as what your mouth was doing to me. I remember when the dull tingles started to build in the base of my cock. 

Your hair tickled my thighs as somehow, your lips slowed even more. A strand tickled across my sack, the tingles increased a notch. My mouth was glued to you, my tongue digging hard into your small pearl. I remember your hips moving slowly up and down, grinding against my lips. They would be swollen later.

A small sound escaped as you came again. Your oral caresses continued, and continued. Each movement brought me ever closer to the edge. I thought I would come, but it just kept building, and building, way beyond the point when I should have blasted off. I remember your sex pushing onto my face as your mouth lowered one more time.

I felt your fingers squeeze hard around my base, stopping my release. Your teeth raked upward along my shaft, and nipped the super sensitive head. I yelped in pain.

Your grip at the base held, and I felt you blowing gently on the tip. My body shook as you held me at the brink, and ran the tip of your tongue over and over the tiny opening at the tip. And then blew some more. Then a gentle rake of the teeth, and a swirl of the tongue. And again, and again, and again.

I remember how desperately I wanted to come, yet never wanting this to end.

The fireworks behind my eyes changed to a golden glow. I had an orgasm, but your fingers kept my sperm still boiling in my cock. I remember it felt huge.

Your mouth had moved me to another place. I floated from climax after climax, as your fingers kept me from spilling my seed.

I remember your wetness settling back onto my mouth, rubbing your slit up and down my dripping face. I stuck out my tongue, your clit found it and pushed hard. Your grunts and moans traveled through my shaft, adding new thrills to the heights you had taken me to.

I remember your mouth closing over me again, sucking hard, your tongue lashing the crown. You squeezed harder, and pumped my length. It seemed my entire being was compressed into my overloaded manhood, fighting for release. One more movement of your mouth, and I exploded.

Your pussy ground into my mouth, and my face was flooded with your woman juices as you climaxed hard. I remember hearing our sounds as we did. 

I thought I was going to blow the end of it off, my orgasm consumed my whole body. I had never come like that in my life, or since. You kept me going long after it should have stopped. I will always remember you for that, and so many other reasons neither of us knew about yet.

We rolled to our sides, gasping for breath. Our hands found each other, just wanting to touch and linger in the moment. Slowly, by degrees, we made our way back into each other's arms. I remember your back pressing into me, your arms over mine holding you. We were both shaking.

I wondered what it felt like to be inside you. 



I Remember Ch. 03



Most of the time, you let me lead the way. Or at least let me think I did. Like the time we went to meet some of my friends. The night ended very early, unexpectedly.

There had been some sort of argument before we got there, and they had all left, except for the one guy who I didn't really like in the first place. The whole time he was talking to me, his eyes were all over you. I was pissed off enough, and then you started flirting with him. I went from pissed to mad.

I remember how you kept asking about him on the ride back to your place. I had told you the quieter I got, the madder I was. 

I responded to your questions with short, one syllable answers. I knew you could see the color rising in my face, yet you seemed almost determined to push more buttons. I grew silent.

We pulled up to your place, I put the car in 'Park', and just glared at you. I remember how cooly and evenly you met my hard stare. And then smiled. You got out, but before you slammed the door, you leaned in and said "What a pussy!"

I felt the steering wheel shake in my hands, as a cold bolt of rage took over. As you reached your door, you turned and shouted "Hey Pussy! I forgot to give you something!" and gave me the finger.

I don't remember getting out of the car, or storming through the door, which you had left open behind you. I do remember finding you in your room, backlit from the soft glow of a bedside lamp.

You stood confidently as I shook with rage, knowing I would never hurt you. Without a word, you moved slowly to me, and gently sat me on your bed.

You asked my forgiveness, I sat in silence. I realized slow, steamy music was playing from the small stereo in your room. When you began to sway with it, I couldn't look away. Your eyes locked on mine as you began a slow strip-tease.

One by one, the buttons on your shirt opened, revealing yourself to me bit by tantalizing bit. Your fingers teased along your skin, the shirt slid off and fell. Your thin bra unclapsed in front, but still covered your beautiful breasts.

Slowly, so slowly, you let the straps fall from your shoulders, hinting at more beneath. I remember how warm my leather jacket was getting.

Your arms crossed, the bra became a willing captive of gravity. Knowing what was hidden under your forearms & hands was distracting me from my anger.

With a small sigh, your hands had uncrossed, finally revealing your soft natural globes. I will always remember you bathed in the soft glow, light and shadow playing over the curves of your body as you swayed to the music.

The snap on your jeans was next, the waistband peeled down by degrees. With a soft plop, they joined the rest of your clothes. It was then I noticed the tiny shaking of your knees. Your eyes had gone soft, so soft, and deep.

All you had left on was a tiny black thong. Still in time to the music, you moved to me. You placed a soft kiss on my lips, it wasn't returned. I let you remove my jacket.

Your lips moved to my ear, you whispered "I've been bad, very, very bad. I should be punished." With that, you slip across my lap, and arched your bottom. Your eyes met mine for a moment, and then looked away. I remember how I made you wait, trembling.

Your ass was going to pay for what your mouth had done. I made the first one count. The splat of my hard hand on your soft cheeks filled the room and echoed. You gasped, and dropped your head. I placed the second directly on top of the first, I wanted it to sting. You knew then you had unleashed the beast in me. 

About the seventh, you began to squirm. I was just getting warmed up, as was your bottom. I quickly got my leg locked over yours, and gave you more smacks in rapid succession.

As you tried to cover your growing pinkness with your hands, I caught your slender wrists with my free hand. I squeezed just tight enough to hold, but not hurt you. I wanted your pain to be centered in one place, your stinging butt.

I remember how you thrashed as each well placed shot found it's target. Your cries for forgiveness and alligator tears were lost as your punishment continued. I could see the wet spot soaking through your thong.

I stopped, which seemed to hurt you even worse. I remember your moans as I grazed my fingertips over your now rosy and hand-printed tush. When I scraped your tenderized flesh with my nails, I thought you would scream with delight. And then, another loud splat as my palm connected.

Without warning, I let you go and tossed you onto the bed. Before you had finished bouncing, I ripped your thong off. There was a mix of fear and need in your eyes. I was hard as I've ever been, and you knew it. I knew there was no compromise in my face.

With a snap and a zip, I was ready. Your knees pulled together, the look in my eyes caused you to reopen them, widely. I kicked off my jeans as I climbed between your thighs.

I remember how your face looked, scrunched up in anticipation of me ramming into you. With an effort, I paused, the head at your wet opening. Your eyes opened in surprise, as I slowly ran the tip along your ready slit, teasing you, wetting myself.

As your juices wet me, I eased into you in tiny bits, and then pulling back, but never out. I savored each delicious second as your tightness began to envelop me for the first time. The feel of your sex around me was incredible. We wrapped our arms and legs around and into each other, and found our rhythm. 

As I felt the familiar tingle begin to build at the base of my cock, I thought back to the ride home. I tapped into that anger. My thrusts grew deeper, harder. I remember how you tensed and locked as I drove you through your first climax. I held you tighter, and increased my tempo. 

I remember sensing how you surrendered yourself to me after your second orgasm. I did what you told me to between gasps "Fuck.....me......harder...."

During your next climax, I rolled so you were now on top. My hands went to your hips, yours to my chest as you braced yourself. I let you do the work, as I lay back and watched you fuck yourself to climax after climax. Your arms gave out, you collapsed onto my chest, but your hips kept moving. I could feel you were getting close again.

"Take me with you." I whispered. There was a new burst of energy from you as you pounded me into yourself. There was no holding back for me this time. My juices were boiling in me, they had to get out. On your next downstroke, they did, in an explosion of ecstasy.

As we lay together afterward, I remember wondering who had taught who a lesson?