3 comments/ 19199 views/ 2 favorites Maryse Ch. 01 By: slimbutcurvy I have a confession to make. You see, I've been engaged to a beautiful young Italian woman named Anna for almost a year. The problem is that she lives overseas, finishing up a master's degree in architecture in Italy. Her program ends this coming May, after which we'll be having a traditional Italian wedding in her family's hometown of Torino (famous for its Baroque architecture and the Turin shroud), honeymoon in Bali and then settle down in Wisconsin, where I teach part-time at the local university while finishing up a PhD in the rise of the love lyric among Sicilian poets. I know I know, I'm just a romantic at heart... So what's the problem? Well, I haven't seen my sweet baby Anna for almost a year, since I proposed on one knee in front of the Antonelliana Mole. I've been pretty much snowbound the past few months here in the good ol' northern USA. Needless to say, I've been lonely, longing for some female companionship. I figured there's no way I would ever want to cheat on my Italian angel, so I've been fooling around on-line, making certain I never chat with anyone within a 1000-mile radius. That way I'll never be tempted to meet someone face to face. Maryse (rhymes with 'Oh please!' ) is certainly a sweetheart. We've been chatting on-line for a couple of months, exchanged digital pictures (bra and panties shots for her, "most-muscular" shots for me), and done some major flirting. Only 20, she's originally from Eastern Canada, from one of those French areas I know nothing about except it gets colder there than here! She's managed to find her way down to Florida, where she's studying to become a journalist at a junior college somewhere near Fort Lauderdale. She wants to perfect her English so she can work around the world, an admirable goal. Anyhow, one evening we were chatting innocently on-line when she asked what my Spring Break plans were. "Well, some friends and I were planning to go down to Fort Lauderdale for some beach time... you know, to get away from the cold and all," I answered, oblivious as always. "Jason, you know I live a half hour from Fort Lauderdale." Oh shit! While my friends Ben and Dean had been planning our trip, it hadn't crossed my mind Maryse lived in Florida. Moreover, Ben's uncle owned a beach-house in Fort Lauderdale, so that was our destination by default. "Yeah, I knew that," I lied, wondering what the hell excuse I could make for not meeting Maryse. "Well, we're only going to be there a few days." "That sounds great. You know, I've been working part-time at a hotel. I could get you a very cheap room for a couple of nights. Then you can be with your friends the rest of the time," Maryse stated casually, as if it had already been decided. "Yeah, that sounds perfect!" I lied again, my heart beating faster and my palms starting to sweat. On the one hand, Maryse was certainly a cute little package, and I'd surely enjoy spending time with her naked, but... Sigh. Resignedly, I agreed to spend my first 2 nights down south at Maryse's hotel, and then scoot on over to Ben's uncle's beach house for the remainder of my stay. As Spring Break approached, my mind was swimming with excuses. I kept trying to figure out a way out of this. At the same time, every evening when I lay down to sleep, images of Maryse's naked body hovering above mine floated into my mind, and I would powerfully squirt out my sexual frustration with visions of her lips on my cock. A true dilemma, one which many men would be more than happy to deal with, but I was at a loss, wishing I'd never heard of the Internet, and longing to pack my bags and head to Italy instead of Florida. On the flight down to the Sunshine State, I was a nervous wreck. Ben and Dean wondered why on earth I couldn't go directly to the beach-house. I invented some story about a great-aunt my mother wanted me to visit in a retirement home. As the plane touched down, I realized there was no turning back. Ben and Dean got into one cab, and I got into another. It took about 25 minutes to get to the hotel. Since Maryse's classes finished late, I checked into the room by myself at about 4. I opened the door, kicked off my shoes, and jumped on the bed. Flicking on the TV, I thought about what I was about to do. Questions ran through my mind: What if she doesn't look like her pictures? What if she isn't attracted to me in real life? What if she's a 55-year-old fat Nigerian man who wants to kidnap me and extort money from our government? What if... what if...? I was honestly hoping for something, anything to pop into my head that would allow me to preempt any immoral behavior other parts of me were dying to enact. At about 5:30, I did some pushups and situps, and then hopped in the shower. I expected Maryse shortly after 6, and wanted to at least be clean. I dried my hair with a towel, put on some decent clothes for a nice dinner out, and sat back down on the edge of the bed, trying not to sweat, tense with anticipation. At 6:15 there was a knock on the door. "Just a sec!" I shouted, leaping to my feet and stubbing my toe on my suitcase. I grimaced, and hobbled over to the door. Standing before me was the vision of loveliness I had been chatting with these past few months. A shade over 5 feet tall, Maryse had long, flowing blonde hair down to her ass, and an incredible smile which lit up when she saw me. She was extremely petite, with cute little breasts and hips, and the innocence of a 15-year-old schoolgirl. She looked absolutely delicious. "Hello Jason. Are you hungry?" Finer words had never been uttered. Maryse had an adorable French accent, stressing the 2nd syllable of my name and not pronouncing her h's. My heart melted when I heard it, and I decided to just live the next 2 days as if we were the only 2 people on earth. "Yeah, um, of course, sure! Let's go!" I felt like an awkward nerd, fumbling for my wallet and keys as I stepped past Maryse into the hallway. "Let me just put my bag in your room," Maryse said, smiling her incredible smile again as she rested her bag just inside the door. Wow, at least that meant she thought enough of me that she planned to return to the room later! So off we went for dinner, to an Asian-fusion restaurant that served sushi and Thai food, a decidedly odd combination. We had a great time, talking about a series of articles she wrote for her school newspaper, her job at the hotel, and my obscure field of study, among other things. I intentionally steered the conversation away from sex, trying to keep things light and innocent. Maryse kept me laughing, and also kept me spellbound with her amazing lips and teeth. That smile was to die for. I still had no idea what the rest of the evening had in store. We hadn't discussed how far we would go if we were attracted to each other, or whether she was even planning to stay in the same room as me! As we walked back to the hotel after dinner, I longed to just take her hand in mine, but resisted. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable so soon after meeting. We arrived at my room, and I opened the door and let her in first. She flopped onto the bed and yawned and stretched. "What a day! Thank you so much for coming to visit me," Maryse said. "Um, yeah, of course, you're welcome!" I stammered and sat down beside her. I turned on the TV and we lay there for a while, silently watching. Dinner had taken several hours, so it was now almost 10pm. "It's kind of warm in here. Do you mind if I change into my pajamas?" Maryse asked. Did I mind? Yeesh. "Sure, go ahead. There's extra towels in the bathroom. I'll change out here while you're in there." Maryse went into the bathroom and shut the door. I quickly threw off my pants and shirt, and put on my pj bottoms, long black loose-fitting flannel. I had neglected to bring a top, as I knew Florida nights could be stiflingly warm. I got under the covers and waited. Maryse came back out into the bedroom wearing a tiny tank-top and tight, stretchy shorts. My god how succulent she looked! She turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to me. The TV was now the only light in the room, casting a ghostly blue light on her face. Maryse snuggled up against me and put her head on my chest. "This feels wonderful!" she said. "We fit so well together." I had to admit, it sure did feel wonderful. I put my hand on Maryse's chin and lifted her face up so I could look into her eyes. I gently kissed her lower lip. She kissed back hungrily, devouring my lips and tongue, letting her hands travel over my bare chest. "Mmmm," she groaned appreciatively. I guess those pushups were effective! I put my hand on her leg and slid it up to her beautiful, tight, tiny ass. My god I'd never felt something so sexy in my life! My hand felt under the fabric of her shorts, right up to her crack. I slid my hand between her legs and felt her small snatch, starting to moisten. "Mmmm, that feels nice..." Maryse moaned as my finger entered her. She threw back her head, offering her neck to be kissed. I immediately complied, kissing, licking, biting her, all the way around. I mauled her shoulders, I nipped at her biceps and kissed right down to her fingertips. I couldn't get enough of her body, her scent, her skin. Soon I had both hands inside her shorts, massaging her little ass, the small of her back, her thighs. I pushed off her shorts, then pulled her tank-top up over her head. She was now completely naked, and, so it seemed, mine for the evening. "That's not really fair," she teased. "If one of us is naked, we should both be naked, don't you think?" I thought. Maryse pushed me down on my back, and snaked down on her hands and knees towards my feet. She pulled my bottoms off slowly, being sure to pull the waistband up and over my now-throbbing, fully erect cock. "Can I touch it?" she asked, as if I could utter the word no at this point. Without waiting for an answer, she boldly put her hand around my member, and started stroking it slowly, pulling the skin up over the head on the way up, and exposing the head on the way down. She used long, deliberate strokes up and down my shaft. With her other hand she started playing with my balls and sac. Then she brought her head down and gently brushed her lips against the head of my cock. She put her lips around me, keeping a firm grip with her hand, and took half of me into her hot, wet mouth. She started bobbing her head up and down, up and down, while jerking me off with one hand and fondling my balls with the other. Pure heaven! I managed to grab hold of one of her legs, and pulled it around, up and over my face, leaving her tiny pussy inches above my mouth. I put both hands on her ass, and pulled her towards me. She melted into my face, my tongue directly into her slit, my hands on her delicious ass. She gasped as my finger probed her asshole. I pushed my tongue inside her, and brought one hand around to apply pressure to her clit. As my tongue moved in and out of her, my finger in her anus tried to meet up with it inside her. She was getting filled in 2 holes at the same time, all the while my other hand was busy drawing firm circles on her clit. Somehow, she managed to keep her attention on my cock and balls, and we both started bucking our hips simultaneously. I felt my balls jerk as her legs started to shudder. My cock started squirting jet after jet of hot, thick cream into her mouth. She screamed, squeezing her thighs around my face like a vice, and shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure jolted through her body. She relaxed on top of me, and let her body droop. She was like a tiny rag doll on top of me, seemingly spent. Her hand continued to absent-mindedly stroke my cock, milking the last few drops from my balls. She occasionally pressed her pussy into my face, tensing up for some aftershocks of the powerful orgasm I had given her. We both slowed our movements, and she eventually turned her body around, put her head on my chest and her hand on my shoulder, smiled and closed her eyes. Just before she drifted off, she whispered, "merci". Maryse Ch. 02 This is Part II of a series. Please search back for "Maryse - Part 1" to catch up before reading this. ------------ The pent-up passion of two people released in a frenzy of sucking, nibbling, licking and stroking was enough for my exhausted body. I watched Maryse as she slept, her sweet lips slightly parted and her breathing deep and regular; the sign of total comfort. Her eyelashes twitched occasionally, and I could see the rapid movement of her eyes under her eyelids. I smiled, put my arms around her, pulled her in tight and closed my eyes. Soon I was fast asleep -- and dreaming. She wore a flowing white silk nightgown, a Valentine's Day gift from the previous February. Her long, tanned legs glistened in the morning sunrise as she glided onto the balcony, overlooking the Mediterranean. She held out her arms as if to embrace the sea, stretched up on her toes, and tensed all the muscles in her body. She let out a giant yawn, turned on her heels, and came back inside. "Good morning honey," she said to me. "Sleep well?" "Like a baby," I replied. I certainly felt relaxed. Anna moved towards me, put her hands on my cheeks, looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me. "Peanut butter! Will you make me a sandwich, too?" Anything for my darling Anna. She floated out of the kitchen and disappeared up the stairs, surely to start getting washed up. I threw some bread in the toaster, sat back at the table, and perused the sports scores from back home in the States. The toast popped up after a couple of minutes, so I grabbed a plate, the peanut butter and a knife, and got to work. I poured her a glass of milk, put the coffee on, and set her place at the table. "Anna sweetheart!" I called out. "Breakfast is ready!" No response. Perhaps the water was still running and she couldn't hear me. I made my way over to the stairs and called up again. After waiting for an answer, I tilted my head and listened. There was a distinct, continuous, low-pitched sound, like an energetic lawn mower, emanating from behind the bedroom door. Curious, I climbed the stairs and stopped outside our bedroom. I pushed the door open gently, and saw my beautiful young bride lying on the bed, squirming every which way, clearly oblivious to her surroundings, with her nightgown bunched up around her waist and a lipstick-shaped sleek silver vibrator pressed against her clit. My cock immediately jumped to attention and my mouth started watering. I inched towards the bed, my wife unaware of my presence, and sat down beside her. The shifting of the bed caught Anna by surprise, and she looked up with a start. When she saw the excited expression on my face, she grinned, and pulled me on top of her. "Sorry baby, I just feel so alive with the sea so close!" was her excuse, though I needed no explanation. "Anna-angel, you are by far the most beautiful woman in the world, and I want to watch you cum until your head spins." I may have been an expert in Sicilian love poetry, but I certainly wasn't very eloquent when it came to my own romantic life! I put my hand on hers, and helped guide the vibrator up and down, a sawing motion in her slit, rubbing over her hot clit. Anna let out a shaky breath, and drew my hand and the vibrator away. "Enough of that," she stated, licking her lips seductively. Anna lifted up her arms and I pulled her nightgown off, up and over her head, one sleeve catching on her middle finger. Anna giggled and flung the nightgown across the room, where it landed in an undignified heap. I looked down and examined my treasure: beautiful curls, a wild mane of black bouncing down to her shoulders, her eyes like chocolate fondue, her smooth, white skin, unblemished porcelain decorating her lean, immaculate curves. I bent over and kissed her belly. She was in no mood for dawdling. She grabbed my hair and ran her fingers through it, subtly nudging my face lower. Her hair down below matched the color of that on her head, but she kept it trimmed, a neat, sweet triangle beckoning my tongue. I licked her tentatively at first, but she was already blazing hot from the vibrator. I knelt on the floor next to the bed to get a better angle, pulling her towards me, her head sliding off the pillow. I put my hands on her waist, and inched them around her body to the small of her back, then her ass. I started licking her with long, hard, flat licks as my hands massaged her perfectly round, firm buttocks. Anna began to move her pelvis back and forth, in time to my licking, and her breathing quickened. I let one hand roam up to her left breast, fondling her nipple, squeezing hard once as I slid my tongue inside her. She let out an appreciative squeal, and motioned for me to come back up onto the bed. I stood, and slid my pajama bottoms off, then unbuttoned my top, letting it fall off my shoulders to the floor. Naked before my Anna, my cock was parallel to the floor and rising steadily in anticipation. Anna looked up at me, then turned over onto her hands and knees. She pushed her ass into the air and swayed sexily from side to side, looking at me seductively over her shoulder. My eyes fixed on her glorious ass, I moved toward her. I started biting her supple ass flesh, while my hands moved over her body, giving attention to every part of her. I put my cock in the crack of her ass and moved slowly across it, feeling myself growing ever harder. Anna moaned softly and whispered "I want you inside me..." Examining her exquisite flower, I parted her lips with my thumb and forefinger and guided the head of my cock to her entrance. I felt her wetness with my thumb first, and slid it in slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, while my cock waited impatiently for its turn. I felt like I could push my thumb right through the walls of her ass with my bowling-ball grip, finger-nails digging in fiercely. I removed my thumb slowly, and replaced it with my throbbing cock, triple the thickness of my thumb, and more than double its length. Anna gasped as I pushed it in slowly, reaching around to tug at my balls a bit. She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and grunted "Fuck me baby! I want to you to fuck me... Don't ever stop fucking me... Oh god that's good, mmmmm..." I was pushing into her with long, smooth, firm strokes, my entire length penetrating her depths, her warmth and tightness clinging to my cock, accepting it as it entered and pulling back at it as it exited. Anna's knees began to give out, and her legs collapsed flat onto the bed, my manhood still inhabiting her sweet pussy. She let her arms out to the sides and turned her head sideways, her cheek pressed to the sheets. I continued thrusting into her, faster and harder, with my thighs pressed against her ass and my hands grasping her breasts. Our bodies were intertwined like one, all limbs and skin, her lightness and delicateness contrasting with my darker, tanned roughness. Suddenly, Anna spread her legs wide and got back up on her knees, pushing me backward. She swung one leg high up over my head. I felt a unique swiveling motion around my dick, like a smooth, wet and warm twist-off cap, only I remained intact. Anna pushed me onto my back and mounted me, never letting me slip out of her. "This is how I want you baby," she informed me, as she impaled herself vertically on my shaft. She was up on her toes now, squatting above me, engaged in a sumo wrestler's stance, though casting a far less imposing silhouette. She threw her head back, her hair flying leftward and rightward, riding my cock for all it was worth. I watched her, fascinated by her passion, as my pleasure mounted. I felt her legs start to spasm, and I knew she was cumming. "Oh God, oh Jason, oh fuck!!!" Anna screamed, evidently listing things most important to her in order, her beautiful innocent face lit up with her orgasm. She grinded her pussy into my crotch, juices flowing freely down her thighs, mixing and mingling with our sweat. I felt her cunt grip my cock tightly, like a hand squeezing a bike brake, as my cum started shooting deep inside her. I clenched my fists, all my muscles tensed, and my head jerked back as I came, again and again, into my angel. Anna's toes curled as she milked her orgasm, tremors overwhelming her body. Spent, she collapsed on top of me, her arms around me, my cock still inside her, our fluids still streaming, and I closed my eyes. "Merci," Anna whispered in my ear. "C'etait magnifique!" My throat grew dry. I cautiously opened my eyes. I was not in Italy. I could see the rattling overhead fan, whip-whip-whipping away, doing its best to cool us in our stuffy hotel room. The blue light of the TV continued flickering, casting strange shadows above the bed. I lay on my back with a sweet, sexy woman curled up on top of me, my manhood thrust up her sweet pussy, the smell of sex lingering in the air. Maryse.