3 comments/ 29899 views/ 0 favorites Kirsten By: wfm1969 Kirsten glided across her living room to the stereo. She slipped an Indigo Girls cassette into the tape deck, set the volume low, and pressed play. She turned back to me, flipped her long blonde hair back over her shoulder, and sat next to me on the sofa. Instinctively, we wrapped our arms around each other, drawing ourselves together, and letting our mouths touch softly. We met the week before. She was a waitress and I was an obnoxious partier celebrating a friend's 30th birthday. She had immediately caught my attention, with long flowing blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was thin with long legs and a tiny round behind. We flirted a little throughout the night and with an unusual show of courage I asked for her number. To my surprise she willing gave it. I called her only once. We chatted a long time, discovering that each us of recently had ended a marriage. Mine after ten years. Hers after six months. We set a date for the following Friday. Now, with the music playing low, I explored the smooth skin of her neck. I gently sucked and nibbled as she cooed with pleasure. I let my mouth wander up to her ear, nibbled the soft lobe, and swirled my tongue lightly inside. She moaned quietly and deeply then turned her head to meet my lips with hers. Our tongues danced together between our open mouths. I closed my eyes and let her kisses carry me away. I had been anxious and excited as I drove to pick Kirsten up, but she quickly put me at ease. I slipped Afghan Whigs into the CD player and drove to my favorite Italian Restaurant. Dinner was a perfect combination of excellent food and great conversation. Afterward we drove to a nearby club for some dancing. Well, Ok, I'm not much of a dancer, but I was a sport and danced a set of songs, ending with the obligatory slow song, embrace, and kiss. Later, when I drove her home, she invited me in for a quick cup of coffee. Neither of us had a cup. With my head already swimming from her kisses, I let me hands explore her tiny body. I ran my fingers through her silky blonde hairs, then I lightly traced her jaw line and neck. She was wearing a sweater and I felt the softness of the yarn over her chest, to each small firm breast, and over her flat stomach. She responded with more deep kisses and exploration of her own. Her long thin fingers deftly unbuttoned the top of my shirt, giving her access to my chest underneath. We spent nearly two hours on the sofa, locked in an embrace, and intoxicated with our passion. I pulled off her sweater to revel a lacy black bodysuit underneath. She slipped out of her tight jeans allowing me to massage her long shapely legs. I shed my shirt and tee so she could run her hands freely over my chest and tummy; occasionally she'd slip her fingertips under the waist of my jeans, testing the tip of my hardness. She turned to me slightly and lifted her knee. I ran my hand lovingly over her leg, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, and feeling the subtle curves. My hand reach high to the bodysuit and I slipped underneath the garment where I could fill my palm with her tiny firm butt. Kirsten rubbed and squeezed me through my jeans; my arousal aroused her; her arousal aroused me. She unbuckled my belt and buttoned my jeans then lowered the zipper. This allowed her to slip her hand inside to grab me firmly. Her hand found its way beneath the waistband of my tight boxers where she allowed herself to caress the full length and girth of me. Her touch was light and cool as she played with the droplets of moisture beading at the tip. "Come on, Bill!" she said into my ear with a hint of desperation "What are you going to do? Make me beg for it?" I answered with a smile and one word, "Yes." "Well..." she started as she tugged my jeans and boxers over my hips, "I want you inside me." It was the most seductive sentence I ever heard. "Then come here," I replied. She stood before to strip out of the bodysuit. I lounged back on the sofa and watched. Her eyes were glued to my arousal was obvious; long, hard, throbbing, and glistening. Kirsten seductively freed one shoulder then the other and slowly lowered the bodysuit, taking a tiny pair of black panties with it. She left a smooth black bra in place. "Did you have on enough layers?" I joked with her a little. "Yes. It was just in case you tried something." She grinned slyly. I let me eyes drink in her body. I followed her lean legs up from her small feet to the slight curve of her hip. I gazed at her soft, yet flat stomach, up to the bra covering small young breasts. I gazed into her face; lips and eyes betraying her desire. Then back down again, focusing between her legs, where her naturally blonde hair was trimmed neatly down to peach fuzz. She climbed onto the sofa, straddling me in a kneeling position with her legs on either side of me. With one hand she pulled my hardness up and toward her; she rested her other hand on my shoulder for balance. With both stared intently between our legs as our bodies linked together. Together we sighed and moaned as she lowered to moist warm insides onto me. Inside Kirsten was simply magical. Yes, my passion was raised from hours of sensuous foreplay, but the feeling being deep inside her was beyond intoxicating. Our sex was a drug. I felt as if I was outside my body, watching a couple in passion; floating in the air on a sexual high. She moved rhythmically on me, taking me higher and higher and higher. I completely lost concept of time as my passion built to a climax. She had me so high, so incredibly high, that I could no longer control it. I lifted off, taking myself outside her. As she lower herself back onto my lap, nestling my hardness between the firm cheeks of her bottom, my passion exploded from me. We wrapped ourselves tightly in each other's arms and melted into a deep kiss. When at last we broke out of our embrace, Kirsten stood up to find a towel. I waited in the next room while she quickly cleaned up. We embraced again when she returned. I ran my hands over her smooth skin as lifted up on her toes to meet my lips with hers. "I still want you, Bill" she said quietly as we broke apart. Taking the hint, I dropped to my knees before her. My hands reached around to her behind, and drew the swollen lips between her legs to my mouth. My pressed firmly against her as my tongue explored her wet pussy. I pressed into the opening there; massaged inside the lips; then settled on her rock hard clit. She leaned into me as I rolled the clit back forth on my tongue; using my tongue to make tiny circles on her most sensitive spot. She moans and cooed and ran her fingers through my hair. I paused briefly to take her hand and guide her to the floor. She reclined back and opened her legs to invite me back between them. My hands caressed the inside of her thighs as leaned down to continue kissing down on her. She drew her knees up high as I massaged her with my tongue. My fingers explored and probed, but my mouth never lost contact with her clit. Again we lost ourselves in our passion. Again, we lost our concept of time. My mouth held firm; my tongue swirled and massaged; my finger slipped inside her. Her wetness covered my mouth and face. The drug of our sex took her higher and higher; closer and closer to her climax. When finally she took take no more, she released with a low grunt and spastic rocking of her hips against the tip of my tongue. "Ooooo. You're good!" She said as I crawled over her. I only smiled and aimed my hard cock between her legs. Kirsten raised her hips to invite me inside her again, and we started the rhythmic pumping of lovers building the sexual high another time. I pushed hard and deep. Sometimes slow and sensuous and sometimes fast and rough. "ooooh. This feels sooooo good." "I love it inside you. You make me feel sooo good." "Yes. Yes. Yes." "I can't believe what you are doing to me." "God. It's been sooo long. Ooooh." We continued our rhythmic motion; bodies together; and passion building. "Want to try something kinky?" she asked, gently pushing me off her. "Sure." Kirsten turned around on all fours and arched her back, inviting me in from behind. For a second, as I pushed myself back inside her, I considered her concept of kinky. Kinky or not didn't matter, because what I wanted; what I needed; was more. More of Kirsten; more of our sex; more of the pleasure from her warm and wet pussy. More thrusting deep inside her. I grabbed her at the waist, pulled her to me and forcing myself deep inside. I leaned back to take in the view. Then I leaned forward again to wrap an arm around her to bring my hand to the action. From there I could lightly circle her clit, causing her to grunt once more. "Your wife was crazy," she turned and moaned, "to give this up!" We filled the room with the sounds of our sex; the quiet slapping of bodies, the moans of passion. Kirsten pushed back against me to get me in deeper. I gyrated my hips to get the longest, deepest, hardest strokes possible; some fast and some slow. My erotic feelings grew greater and greater, causing my head to swim as the tingling between my legs become more and more intense. We separated for a moment as Kirsten rolled around onto her back. We tangle together again and continued our passion. We let our sexual energy grow to the limit. We grabbed each other, scratched each other, and begged for more. My hips rocked faster and faster; harder and harder. The feeling between my legs immersed my entire body in tingling that channeled toward my hard thrusting cock. It built up stronger. I throbbed and Kirsten throbbed. She clutched tightly to me, raising her hips. I pushed hard and deep to meet her as we release our passion onto each other. Mine exploded deep inside her with a blast of sex that came again and again and again until we finally collapsed in near exhaustion. As I got up to get dressed, I noticed the sun coming up through the windows. It was six o'clock in the morning. Kirsten and I had been entangled in over four hours of non-stop passion. Guess I was late for work that morning. Kirsten Kirsten was not a bad person. She was a good person who had done a very bad thing. She wasn't sure how it had happened really. Ok, maybe she knew how it had happened, but she regretted that it had. More than that, she was furious with herself for allowing it to happen, for initiating it in the first place. She had been warned about Patrick DuLaite by just about everyone on her floor of Caspian enterprises, the busy home design company she worked for. Patrick DuLaite was a womanizer who had tried to seduce every female who worked for Caspian Enterprises since he began working there 5 years ago. He did not care if the woman was in a relationship or not. He did not care if he was in a relationship or not. He was an animal who rutted anything he could with no remorse. And although those who knew him tried to warn the new girls like Kirsten in advance, he somehow still managed to seduce them a great deal of the time. When Kirsten had started the job and heard the warnings from her co workers concerning Patrick, she had laughed it off with assurances that she was secure in her relationship with her husband of 10 years. Infidelity was not even a word in her language. She was in love with her man and wasn't worried about a pig like Patrick jeopardizing their relationship. She wasn't laughing now. Somehow over the next year at Caspian Enterprises she found herself working along side Patrick on various different projects, and the more time she spent with Patrick the more she came to like him. She wasn't blind to the fact that what everyone had warned her about him was true; she had seen that it was true. She had watched him target one woman after another, sometimes even balancing more than one relationship at a time, and she knew he was just as much of a pig as everyone had told her he was. Unfortunately, when he wanted to he could also be charming, fun, and easy to talk to. As Kirsten spent more and more time with him she found herself slipping easily into what she told herself and everyone else was harmless flirtation. That flirtation became gradually more and more suggestive until finally she realized that she had become attracted to him, and that although she still was hopelessly in love with her husband, she wanted to fuck Patrick DuLaite. Then one night when she and Patrick were working late to finish a project due in a couple days, she did. Kirsten was intensely aware of the sexual tension between them that only grew stronger as their co-workers gradually left for home. All too soon they were alone, sitting close together in her office. They were pretending to go over some last minute changes for the project when she felt his hand on her leg. He was testing her she knew. All she had to do was tell him she wasn't interested and he would back off. But there was an ache between her legs that wanted his hand to move up her leg and under her skirt. As she sat there listening to the sound of his breathing, trying to convince herself to tell him to stop she felt him start to trace his fingers up her thigh, easily pushing the white cotton panties she was wearing aside. For a moment she remembered her husband, but then he started to rub her clit, and she lost all thoughts of telling him to stop. She spread her legs wide and moaned, begging him for more. Soon his fingers were inside her and she was undulating against his hand still begging for more. He undid his pants with his free hand and stood so his prick was in front of her face. He removed his hand from her dripping pussy and told her to suck his cock. She did. She licked and sucked and kissed and played with his hard uncut dick so different from her husbands and she loved every minute of it. She felt like a slut in heat, she felt dirty, and the feeling turned her on. Before long he had her bent over the desk with her legs spread wide, and he was running his hands over her ass, lightly slapping it. He slipped his fingers into her cunt again even as he spanked her. Kirsten was wild with need, she wanted to feel him pounding her, wanted to finally have him fuck her silly. She told him so, begging like a whore, and he did. He gave it to her deep and hard and rough, fucking her like a punishment. He slipped a finger in her ass and fucked her there too, and she screamed her pleasure back at him, urging him on until finally, finally, she came hard grunting and squealing and moaning his name. When she had climaxed he whipped his dick out of her and slipped it into her now prepared anus and fucked her up the ass hard, massaging her clit as he did until she was panting and moaning again, until she found herself coming again, demanding he fuck her harder and faster. He did and then he was cumming deep in her ass, grunting and groaning with his release. Now, 2 days later, Kirsten was filled with remorse for what she had done. She loved her husband and until now, had never even considered cheating on him. For that reason she had decided to tell Patrick she wanted to have nothing to do with him. She did not trust herself around him. She wanted to put it in the past and forget about it. She went to work early that day, and waited for him to arrive. When she saw him walk in, she waited for 5 minutes then went casually over to him. "Patrick, can I talk to you about the Merceden project for a sec?" she asked him, trying to keep her nervousness from her voice. He looked at her and smiled, then nodded and motioned for her to follow him to his office. When they were in with the door shut behind them she started to turn to tell him her new decision. Before she could get a word out he pulled her back against his chest. He easily jerked the stretchy blue skirt she was wearing up around her waist exposing the skimpy white g string she wore beneath. He moved his hand between her thighs and started to tease her clit, rubbing it in small quick circles. She felt the heat start to build up again as he played with her and she gasped out his name. "Patrick I have to talk to you…" she said trying to push his hand away. He grabbed her hand and held it to her side with his free hand while he continued to massage her clit. "So talk," he said pressing his stiff cock against her ass through his pants. She felt her knees start to go weak. "I am a married woman, we can't do this," she said desperately, even as she pushed her ass against his cock and began to pant. "Oh, we can't?" he asked, slipping his fingers inside her and pumping them in and out of her with quick rough movements. "I think we can." He laughed as she moaned. Reaching up he started to undo the buttons of Kirsten's blouse, then pulled the frontal clasp of her lacy white bra open. Her beautiful DD breasts swung free and he grabbed at the already hard nipples roughly, pinching and pulling on them. "Patrick…" she moaned trying to control her reactions to his teasing and failing. "Please…" "Please what?" he demanded in a soft seductive murmur. "Please squeeze your tits some more? Please finger you harder?" He rammed his fingers up hard into her and she cried out, feeling her orgasm building. "Please fuck you like a whore?" he whispered. "Oh god!" she cried her pussy clenching as she came closer to loosing herself in ecstasy. Pulling his hand out of her pussy he spun her around to face him. He grabbed her by her dark brown hair and yanked her close. "Undo my pants." He said softly, his lips pressed near here ear. She shivered with her need and did as she was told. He wore no underwear; his big fat cock was rock hard. Quickly he dragged her over to the large leather couch in his office. He pushed her down to sit on it, and stood before her his cock waving in her face. He grabbed a second handful of hair and demanded "Open that cock sucking mouth of yours." She did and he stuffed his cock down her throat, fucking her face. "Play with your clit while I'm fucking your mouth, but don't you dare cum," he ordered grunting as he repeatedly rammed his cock in and out of her. Kirsten reached down, and started to massage her clit, even as she let her tongue slide along his cock with his thrusts, loving the taste of him, loving the feeling of him. As he picked up his pace, so did she increase the speed of her hand between her milky white thighs. Pleasure radiated through her body as she gazed up at him, delighting in the expressions of passion and pleasure that crossed his oh so handsome face. She couldn't help it. It was just too much. She came, whimpering around the cock in her mouth with the pleasure of it. She pushed her fingers inside her pussy, straining to get deeper, never getting deep enough. When her climax began to wane, he pulled out of her mouth and looked down at her. She stared up at him, as the last clenching in her pussy faded away. He smiled, but it was a slow, dangerous smile, and she felt goose bumps rise up and down her arms. "Bad girl," he said in a low voice. He walked away from her and pulled the chair from behind his desk to the center of the room. She watched with trepidation as he went back to his desk and pulled something out of his bottom drawer. Concealing what he held behind his back he walked back to the chair and sat down on it. "Come here," he said in that same low voice. She felt her stomach tighten in anticipation and a little fear. She shook her head in denial. "No?" he said, raising his eyebrows. She stared at him silently, starting to tremble. "Come here now, or I will come and get you," he promised, and she jerked to her feet. She walked a few steps closer and stopped, her eyes on the arm twisted behind his back. "What do I have?" He asked softly. She nodded. He gave her a slow seductive smile and said "come find out." When she still hesitated his eyebrows pulled down and he began to stand. "No!" she cried and moved forward. She didn't know what he would do, but Kirsten was positive she did not want him to have to come get her. She stood before him, naked but for the skirt around her waist and the tiny insignificant g string that did nothing to hide her sopping wet pussy still shining with her juices. He smiled at her. "Good girl," he said, then indicated his lap. "Lie face down across my knees." Spanking she realized. She laid her self across his lap and waited breathlessly to feel his hand smack her smooth round bottom. Instead, she cried out in shock as she felt the sting of something flat and hard connect with her bared creamy white ass. Paddle she thought wildly as he continued to spank her mercilessly. He laughed and she realized she had said the word out loud. "Paddle," he agreed, amused. "You will have to learn not to disobey me. I told you not to cum. You came anyway." He paused his spanking and ran his free hand over her reddened cheeks. She moaned and squirmed on his lap as he let his fingers slip between her legs to rub the full length of her pussy. "You like that hmmm?" he asked trailing his hands through the folds of her cunt, dipping in and out of her well lubricated hole. "Or maybe here?" he asked, his questing fingers moving to massage the sensitive entrance of her anus. "Yes…" she whispered pressing upwards, aching for more. Down came the paddle, each smack causing a sweet throbbing sensation to blast through her pussy. She cried out in chorus with the spanking, each sting feeling so good, at the same time as it hurt. She had never been paddled before, and even as she tried to wiggle away from her punishment Kirsten knew she enjoyed every minute of it. Finally he let her go, and she fell to the floor. Again he walked away from her, this time to the couch. He sat down facing her and considered her with his lusting dark blue eyes, a small smile curving his lips slightly. "Take off the skirt," he told her. She removed her skirt feeling no shame; it hadn't been hiding anything anyways. Wordlessly he beckoned for her to do the same to her g string. When she was completely naked he once more commanded her "Come here." She started to walk to him but he forestalled her with a wave of his hand. "On your hands and knees," he said, smiling. Kirsten got down on her hands and knees and slowly started to crawl to him. She felt exposed as she crawled to him, knowing he was watching every move her body made. At the same time, she could see his dick twitch as she moved, and knew herself to be sexy, knew some measure of pride in her body and her ability to affect him. When she was before him he gently raised her to her feet and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. She could feel his cock brushing precum on her belly. His hands traced slow lazy circles across her over sensitized sore buttocks and she squirmed at the exquisite sensations he was bringing her. His eyes closed briefly as her movements brushed her against his cock. When he opened them she could see his desire burning within them. "Are you going to be a good obedient little whore?" He asked her, his voice strained and husky with need. She blushed and nodded, then, seeing the look in his eyes, spoke her answer aloud. "Yes, I'll be good," she whispered. "Good girl," he said, hauling her upwards onto his cock and sliding it home with a groan. "Ride it, but do not cum," he ordered her. Kirsten rode. She jiggled and bounced and grinded on his cock, needing him more with each passing second. She was panting; her body glistened with perspiration as she fought to hold herself back even as she fucked him with all the passion he had created in her. She was wild with her need for him. She moaned deep in her throat, and fucked him faster and faster, forgetting to hold back, forgetting to stop. She was at the brink when he said in a loud choking voice "Don't you cum!" She froze, a strangled cry of furious frustration escaping her. With difficulty she regained her control and edged back from the brink, away from her relief. "Good girl," he rasped. He lifted her off of him, ignoring her protesting cry, and set her on her knees on the floor. He stood before her and said, lean back on your hands, and press you pelvis upwards. She did as he demanded; her quick panting breaths making her large breasts jiggle gently. "Good… very good. What a good little slut you are being. Now tip your head back and close your eyes." She did, and as she held her position she heard the unmistakable sound of him stroking himself. "Oh yeah, you are being so good…" he breathed his eyes roaming her body, his hand pulling his cock faster and faster. "I'm going to cum all over you," he told her. "All over your pussy, your stomach, your face; I am going to cover you in it. Would you like that? Hmm? You want me to cum all over your beautiful tits precious?" She moaned and whispered "Please…" "Please…" he echoed. "Please what, my dirty little whore? Tell me what you want." "I want you to cum all over my body," she cried. "Cum all over me, all over my face, my tits, my aching wet pussy. Give it to me!" She was begging him for it, wild, completely out of control. "Oh yes…" he hissed. "Have it all then you beautiful little slut!" He growled in his release, and she felt his hot cum splashed her face, and her tits; it was running down her body in thick streams. She came with him, needing no more sensation then that, and without thinking she reached up and grabbed his cock, stroking every last bit of come she could from him. When he was done, he grabbed her hand and held it still. He looked down at her, and she met his eyes, hoping he wouldn't be angry with her for moving out of position without his consent. He smiled and said, "Go to the ladies room, and get cleaned up." Her eyes widened in mortification and she blushed crimson. Seeing her expression he laughed and said "you can get dressed first." She smiled in relief, and began to dress. "Wait," he stopped her once more. Put this on." He handed her a strange device and helped her to strap it on. It fit closely over her pussy, pressing against her clit, a section of it pressed like a small fat cock into her opening. The straps were clear, and ran from the devise up around her waist and around the top of each thigh. He did not explain it to her, but only gestured for her to finish dressing. When she had done so, he stroked her hair softly and said, "Meet me down by my car after work. We aren't done." She nodded and left his office on shaky legs, already thinking about how to tell her husband she would be late. To be continued… Kirsten I met her at work. Her name is Kirsten, and she turned out to be the best lover that I ever had. I was working one night at the hospital where I work as an orderly, and I got a call from my supervisor. She told me that I was training a new orderly starting tomorrow, and that I was to show her the ropes real fast as we were now short an orderly because one had just quit. I told my boss to tell the new person to meet me at the staff door at 3:00 p.m. So that I could show them around and get them started. The next day I was standing having a smoke when this short cute girl walked up to me and said "Are you Tim? I said "Yes and you are? She responded, "I am Kirsten, the new orderly." I looked at her and thought this girl will never be able to do this job, she is too small and Christ she must be 18 years old. Was I ever wrong. She took to the job real quick and she could work just as hard and do everything that I could do. We worked well together and soon we worked as a real team. She was a bit of minx and would tease me all the time. She would wiggle her ass at me, and blow me kisses when we were leaving work. She even grabbed my ass a couple of times when we were alone in an elevator or something like that. The first time she did that, I told her that if she could do it to me then that left the door open for me to do it to her. She responded, "Anytime you want." One day we were working in the store room putting stuff away and I was standing behind her helping her put a heavy box on shelf above her head. When we got it up she pushed back against me and wiggled her ass on my leg. As she did she moaned, and then giggled. Well the fooling around gave me plenty of stuff to dream about at night. She was cute and loved to tease. About three months in we were called to the ER one night. When we got there we were informed that there was a major accident on the freeway and we were going to get slammed. I knew what to expect and told Kirsten that we were just to stay out of the way and run for anything that they needed. It was going to get crazy in a hurry. About ten minutes later, the ambulances started to arrive and we ended up with 12 people in the trauma rooms. The doctors and nurses were screaming orders and everything was chaos. It went on for a couple of hours and unfortunately we ended up losing 9 of the people. Two of them were kids under six. After the shift was over Kirsten looked really messed up and I asked her if she wanted to get a drink before going home. She agreed and we headed for the nearest bar. After we got our drinks, we sat at a table and she asked, "How do you handle it? I mean nine people dead and two of them kids, and you just seemed to keep going and not even notice." I told her, " It bothers me but I hold it in till later. Once things settle down I let it out in my own way. You have to learn to control it or it will eat you up and destroy you." We talked for about an hour and she seemed to be better. I gave her a lift home and as she was getting out of my car, I gave her my number and told her to call if she needed to talk. Thank God, we were both off the next day. I slept till about ten and was puttering about the house when she called. I talked to her for a few minutes, and she asked if she could come over because she needed to talk again. I told her to come over and gave her my address. She lives just a few blocks from me and was there in about ten minutes. When she got there she looked a whole lot better than she had the night before. When she came in to the apartment, she said, "I need a hug, a long strong hug." I wrapped my arms around her and just held her. She sighed and just stayed in my arms. After hugging her for about five minutes, I let her go and she pulled my face down and gave me a kiss. "Thank you, I needed that so bad. My boyfriend is a bit of jerk when it comes to things like that. He just says suck it up and forget about it." I told her, " Never forget about it, but put it away until you can deal with it." She just came over and gave me another hug. I wrapped my arms around her again and just held her. She looked up into my face and I think we just knew that we would kiss. When we did it was a long passionate kiss that was everything a man could want. We kept kissing and her hands started to rub my ass and were soon squeezing it. I started to rub and squeeze hers and she was kissing me harder and harder. When our kiss finally broke, she said, "Take me to bed, I want you." I never said a word and just led her to the bedroom. When we got there we started to neck and were pulling each others clothes off in a panic. When we were naked we fell on the bed and started to carress each other and our hands were roaming every where and it seemed all at the same time. We finally broke our kiss and she said, "It is just going to be oral, I won't have intercourse with you, that is for my boyfriend." With that she kissed her way to my cock and started to give me the best blowjob I had ever had. She licked my cock from one end to the other nibbling at times, kissing at times and finally she sucked it into her mouth. She had a small mouth and it took time but she got it all in. She was amazing, taking me close and then let me go down and bringing me up again and letting me down, she did this for about ten minutes, and I was about to scream when she finally took me over the top. I came hard and she sucked every last drop out of me. When she finished me off she climbed up and kiss me. I knew that I was going to eat this babe till she came at least three times. I wanted to taste her pussy so much. I kissed my way to her pussy spending about ten minutes on her tits. I finally got to her pussy and the smell was amazing. It had a bit of musky odor but was so heavenly I just dived right in. I started to lick her labia and she was soon squirming. I licked my way to her clit and sucked it hard. She was now starting to moan. It didn't take much longer and she was cumming hard holding my head against her pussy. I just kept sucking and she finally started to come down and relax again. I conitnued to eat her and she came about three more times. When I was finished I climbed back up and kisses her hard and deep. She looked at me and said, "We should do this again." I told her, "Anytime." Well she left but we set another oral date. We continued to have oral sex about five or six times a month. This went on for about four months and I couldn't be happier. The only thing was that I wanted to fuck her so bad. I knew she would be tight as I had felt how tight she was when I had fingers in her. Well, I finally got my wish. One day, after she had given me her usual amazing blowjob, she climbed back up and she straddled me. She was rubbing her pussy up and down my cock and I could feel it getting real wet. She told me that she had cum while she was sucking me. She laid down on top of me and whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me, long, deep, hard, and fill me with cum." I just looked at her and she smiled and rolled over and pulled me on top of her. I figured, I had better get started just in case she changed her mind. I lifted her legs at the knees and I put my cock at the opening to her pussy. I started to try and slide in and she was so tight that I could hardly push in. I looked at her and told her I was going to need help. I grabbed some lube and greased my self up. I put a little on her pussy to help me get in. I started to try again and I got the head of my cock in. Fuck she was tight. She said to keep going. So I started to push and it took a bit but I finally got all the way in. I just laid there for a few seconds until she adjusted to me being in her. She said, "Go for it, fuck me hard." I started slowly until I could slide in and out a little easier, soon though I was pounding into her and she was egging me on. "Fuck me hard baby, give me that cock, drive it in, oh yeah, hard baby, give it all to me, tear me apart with that cock of yours." I pounded into her for quite a while, and she kept telling me more. Finally she started to really moan and she came hard, wrapping her legs around me and holding me in. She screamed so loud I thought that the neighbours might hear. She came so hard that her juices squirted out around me. When she finally came down, I started to pound again, I was going to fill her with my cum. It didn't take long and I soon felt my balls tighten and I started to fire into her. She said, "yeah babe fill me with your man seed, give me all of your cum, shoot it right up into my belly, I want it dripping out of me when you pull out." I don't know but I think that kept me cumming as I shot one of the biggest loads I had ever shot. I thought I was going to shoot my balls out of my cock. When we finally got out breath, and I had slipped out of her when I got soft, she said, "God that was good. We are going to do that again, and again and again." I just nodded, and we just curled up and slept for about two hours. We ended up fucking the night away, and in the morning when she was leaving, she said. "The asshole boyfriend left me a week ago, so I am you fuck toy from here on in. Fuck me like that and I will let you do anything you want." I just grabbed her and kisses her hard and fingered her to one more orgasam. The fucking continues. Kirsten Naked, pregnant Kirsten looked at herself in the mirror. She had a hard, round, basketball belly, her navel stuck out, and her breasts were tender and swollen. She looked maternal, but she didn't feel maternal. She felt horny, outrageously horny. Was pregnancy making her feel this way? She'd read books about being pregnant, but none of them mentioned that being horny came along with a baby belly. She was almost desperate. Her husband Martin was not around to help her deal with this obsession. He was away on the coast working for the rest of the week with his engineer buddies. He had deserted her. No, that was stupid. She only felt deserted because she needed him and he wasn't here. Fuck! Kirsten slid her hand down over her belly and touched herself. She considered letting the lime-green, jelly vibrator in the bedside table deal with this pregnant itch, but she knew it couldn't satisfy her. She needed more than a vibrator. She needed a hard cock. She lay back on her bed and rubbed herself slowly thinking about how she felt and what she would do about how she felt. She decided at last, when her rubbing was making her feel really good that she had to cross over into forbidden territory. She would call Carlo. She wasn't married to Carlo, so that was bad. But Carlo had a beautiful cock and that was good. She would call him. She even remembered his phone number all of a sudden. How odd? Bad girl! Maybe Carlo would like her big pregnant breasts. Kirsten and Carlo had been together for a few months before Kirsten met Martin and married him. Carlo was beautiful, and he loved playing with Kirsten. She rode his motorcycle and they enjoyed a lot of spectacular sex. The trouble was that Carlo wanted them to get matching tattoos, but Kirsten wanted to be married. Kirsten wanted that white dress, and fat babies. Carlo wasn't ever going to get around to marrying her she knew, so when Martin came along and asked, Kirsten said yes. When she announced to Carlo that she was going to break up with him and marry Martin he was angry but polite. He even wished her well in a drop-dead kind of way. Carlo was tough to lose but she had made her choice. Kirsten got a husband, a wedding and pregnancy, all things she wanted. Though right now she wasn't sure she'd gotten what she needed. No wonder she'd decided to call him. After she got pregnant and began to get this tormenting itch, she frequently lay in bed guiding her green buzzing friend, replaying in her head one of the many times she and Carlo had screwed themselves into satisfied exhaustion. Yes, she'd ask Carlo to come over. He might say no. Kirsten wasn't certain whether it would be worse if he said no, or if he said yes. He might say something like, "You made your choice, now live with it." She might get rejected. Or he might come over, and things could get really complicated. "Carlo? Hello, it's Kirsten." "Kirsten! Hello, Kirsten. What a surprise to hear from you." "I should have called before. I'm sorry. But Carlo I need to see you. Can you come and see me now?" "Is there something wrong, Kirsten?" "Well no, Carlo. Nothing wrong. But also, yes. Please Carlo can you come and see me now. I need to see you. You know?" There was a very long pause. Kirsten thought Carlo might just hang up. "I'll come right over, Kirsten, but I want something from you if I do." Kirsten smiled. "Sure, Carlo. Just come, please." And Carlo did. In the bedroom pregnant Kirsten knelt in front of Carlo, undid the metal waist button of his jeans and unzipped him. She spread his pants open and then pulled them down over his hips. The big snaky bulge under his gray briefs made her happy. With her left hand she drew the elastic band outward, while her right delicately stole into his briefs to draw out his hardening cock. Her fingers touched it and out it came, lolling heavily. Oh fuck, his cock was beautiful! Excited by the heavy swelling presence of this cock she had so eagerly awaited, Kirsten gasped girlishly. Holding it with her thumb and forefinger she pointed it at her face, pulled back the foreskin, opened wide and took the head in her mouth. She caressed the sticky, slippery knob with her tongue and tasted saltiness. With his cock in her mouth, Kirsten looked up at Carlo's face to see if he enjoyed her cock sucking. Carlo did. He smiled down at her and stroked her hair. Kirsten swallowed him and at the same time touched his balls. Carlo shivered. Her face nestled in his pubic hair and she smelled his warm man smell. She wanted him to fuck her. She had missed this prick. Oh, she wanted him to fuck her! Her moistened lips glided back up his shaft and her tongue flicked, as she gently tested the weight of his heavy balls. With her left hand she fisted him and pulled until she was rewarded with a bead of clear liquid at the tip. This drop she slowly spread with her index finger over the knob of his big prick. Then she licked it off with her little soft tongue. Kirsten pulled again. The next slippery drop was rubbed on her pouted lips while she gazed at him. Carlo's eyes had a far-off look and his mouth formed some silent word of pleasure. Her soft lips engulfed his hard-on again and it was swallowed. This time Mr. Penis was too big and hard to get it all in her mouth. Carlo groaned. Kirsten's heart soared. She knew he wanted to fuck her. He wanted her! Very soon that big thing was going to be inside her and she was going to be rocked. She loved this shaky, breathless anticipation of sex. Her tongue toured the length of Carlo's cock, licked his balls and even the little ridge behind his balls that led to darker places. Kirsten couldn't wait. She stood and pushed Carlo back on the bed. Resting on his elbows he watched as she removed his Nikes and then tugged off his jeans and underwear. Kirsten smiled and began to take off clothes. She tried to undress slowly because she wanted him to enjoy watching her. She crossed her arms and took off her top and then undid her bra. She wanted to show her bigger breasts to him, and was pleased that Carlo's eyes lingered on them. She wanted him to touch them. Kirsten slid her panties over her tight swollen belly. Carlo made room for her on the bed and she grasped his hard-on again. But Carlo moved and was over her on hands and knees, his face going over her baby belly and down between her legs, his big cock bouncing in front of her face. Kirsten spread her legs and felt his strong tongue opening her and pressing inside. Carlo's tongue knew where to go. Kirsten oooh'ed when the tongue began to caress her. He felt so good! She looked at his cock and balls above her and began to stroke him. A drip of that salty stickiness bobbed on the tip and then dripped down on her breasts. When she pulled his cock down and put it in her mouth she let her finger go up the crack of his ass. She pressed her long fingernail against his wrinkly hole and felt his tongue stop for a moment. "That feels good, Kirsten." She laughed. The tongue went back to work. Kirsten was hot. A few more minutes of this and she was going to cum. She loved holding his hard dick and squeezed it gently to tell him how good he was making her feel. Why did being pregnant make her so horny? She went into a little dream as his tongue stroked her. Sweet Carlo. When she told him she wanted him to come over, she knew he would understand. Here he was licking her cunt and making her feel like a little whore. Sweet Carlo! In her dreaming she remembered the time they had gone to an afternoon movie at one of those multiplex cinemas. Only four other people were in the theater and Carlo had put his hand between her legs and made her so hot she had slid out of her panties. While the screen flickered, he put his finger inside her and slowly massaged her clit. When she came she had to bite her lip to keep from making noise. Then in a hotel room in Montreal, after slowly screwing each other right up to the edge, Kirsten had taken Carlo's cock out of her, put it in her mouth and sucked it until he convulsively discharged a major load in her mouth. While he watched, she swallowed. Carlo had loved that time. One afternoon at Carlo's they had sat naked on his couch playing with each other and watching taped fuck movies on his television until they couldn't stand it anymore. Kirsten had crouched on the couch, looking out the window at the people in the street, and Carlo had taken her from behind. Kirsten had started cumming almost immediately and seemed to flow from one climax to another like a skipping stone. Then the night in her bed when Carlo had...but these memories were interrupted. Carlo's tongue got the better of them. "Oh, Carlo! Oh! Oh! I'm going to cum. Oh fuck, yes.... Oh, Carlo!" Kirsten came like a clap of thunder, snapping her hips. Something penned up inside had now been set free. Besides the warm flush of pleasure she felt all over her body, she was flooded with gratitude. She needed him and Carlo had understood! Now, while her body was still singing, she wanted that big cock. "Carlo, come quick and put it in me." "Why don't you get on top, Mrs. K, so I can see your nice tits." Kirsten rolled over him, got up on her knees, reached back between her legs and sat slowly back on his hard-on, feeling it spread her open and go up inside. When it was all the way in, she began to rock herself easily back on the big cock. She filled with a peaceful, stoned kind of happiness. Oh, how much she needed this! She leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms and letting her swollen breasts come down over Carlo. They swayed in his face as she fucked herself, and Carlo took first one and then the other in his mouth and sucked them. His strong hands caressed her back and cupped her cheeks, gently helping her rise and fall on his dick. He fucked her, as she fucked him, and soon they fell into an easy rhythm, backwards and forward, up and down, over and over again. They watched each other. Time stopped. Sometimes Kirsten would come down and kiss him. Sometimes she would pause and let Carlo fuck her slowly as she held herself still above him. Carlo stroked her tits. Kirsten was feeling that sweet tension that she loved rise in her again. "Does it feel good, Kirsten? I'm not hurting you am I?" She shook her head and closed her eyes to show him she felt good. "You know how much I love fucking you, you little pregnant bitch? I've tried getting over you but I can't. I can remember every time. You know? When you called my heart stopped." Kirsten put her hand over his mouth. "Don't talk about it. Not now. Later, Carlo. Just fuck me and I'll cum for you again." "I'll make you cum again. You called me because needed some screwing, didn't you? Does your little belly make you horny? It makes me horny. It makes me want to fuck you, you pregnant little whore." "Just fuck me, Carlo. I need to be fucked." Kirsten was beginning to feel wild and out-of-control. The big cock was driving her crazy. She let the big prick slide out and lay down next to Carlo thinking he would come and get on top, but Carlo had a different idea. He lay down on his side beside her and scissored his legs through hers. In a minute he was back, deep inside her. Kirsten lay on her back and Carlo lay on his left side, beside her, but angled away enough that he could get all the way up inside her. This was comfortable and lazy and he fucked her slowly and deeply at first. "Kirsten, your pussy still feels beautiful." She loved how hard Carlo felt. Martin never got as hard as Carlo. She knew from experience that when Carlo was hard he could fuck her for a long time before he came. All afternoon would be fine with her. But Carlo was excited. He went faster. Kirsten turned her head so she could kiss him and put her tongue in his mouth. Breathing hard, Carlo palmed her breast as he kissed her. Kirsten turned, not turning her back on him, but moving her hips in that direction so that he came into her at a different angle. It felt better. He seemed deeper inside her. Carlo's hand went down between her legs and held her hard. He began to go a lot faster, working hard now. He liked this position too. Kirsten felt the sweet tension rising in her once again and the bed was making noise. Carlo's thrusts rocked her and their bodies slapped together. They went faster together. When Kirsten felt Carlo getting bigger inside her, she began to cum. Mouth open, she looked at Carlo and told him with her face that she was cumming. Carlo came too, shooting himself in Kirsten's wet pussy, holding himself hard inside her as he came. And then they were still, gasping for breath, hearts pounding. Carlo's cock subsided and popped out after a few very pleasant minutes. The two lovers lay back on the bed and enjoyed how their bodies felt. Kirsten must have fallen asleep, she thought. The next thing she knew Carlo was up and walking around naked, setting up a camera on a tripod, looking through the viewfinder and making adjustments. "Carlo, you crazy person, what are you doing?" "I told you I wanted something if I came over." "Didn't you get what you wanted already?" Carlo came over and kissed Kristen. "No, Mrs. K, you got what you wanted and I enjoyed giving it to you. But now it's time for me. Get out of bed and brush you hair. We are going to have our portrait taken together." Kirsten got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She returned in her bathrobe, brushing her hair. "I'm ready to have my picture taken, Carlo sweetheart." "Not quite, Mrs. K. We are both posing without clothes for this portrait. May I take your robe?" He took it and draped it over the bed. The camera was set up facing the bedroom door. When Carlo closed the door, they could see each other in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Carlo told Kirsten where to stand, checked the camera again and adjusted the focus and the flash. He pushed the shutter release and the camera began to whir. Quickly Carlo came and stood next to Martin's pregnant wife and put his arm around her. "Smile, Kirsten. Look beautiful!" The whirring stopped, the flash went off, and the portrait was made. "Can we do one more?" giggled Kirsten. Once again the camera was set and Carlo stood at her side, but his time when the shutter snapped, Kirsten's hand had snaked around Carlo's waist and taken hold of the big cock that hung between her lover's thighs. They laughed together. "Why are you taking these photographs, Carlo?" "I am taking these pictures because I want something to remember you by." "You make it sound as though you are going away." "I am Kirsten. I am going away, back across town to my place, and I am not coming back. While we might have gotten away without hurting anyone this one time, I don't think we could accomplish that again. You are going to have Martin's baby, and I think I'm still in love with you. I will put these photos away somewhere and when I miss you terribly I will take them out and look at them and remember you just as you are today. I'm saying goodbye. This has been a most amazing day for me." Then Carlo left and Kirsten was alone again. She too had had a most amazing day. Was once enough? Perhaps she could try Carlo again in month eight. She would tell him she wanted to see the photographs. She also wondered if there were someone else she might call.