0 comments/ 46971 views/ 1 favorites Natural Curves By: clancy_packard2003 Natural Curves1 Prologue – Mary Jane1 Chapter One – In The Beginning4 Chapter Two – Natural Curves9 Chapter Three – The Princess & The Motel14 Chapter Four22 ------------------------------ Natural Curves ------------------------------ Okay, here’s a note to the reader. This tale really starts at Chapter One but I figured that this prologue is a bit of a taster, an hors douvre if you will. I hope you enjoy this story, I have no idea how many chapters it will finally run to but I do know that there will be a LOT more sex action in subsequent installments. There’s no actual group sex in this section but there most certainly will be in the next! Please let me know what you think, love it or hate it. Are you sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin…. Prologue – Mary Jane Her dark, some might say cold, brown eyes were incongruously full of warmth and affection for me. Impishness danced in there too. There was a permanent grin on her beautiful face, cheeky, elfin, mischievous. Given time I could love this woman. “Are you glad you came?” She asked. “I haven’t cum yet.” I answered. “I have.” She said gently touching her full lips against mine, her tongue slithered into my mouth, it was soft, wet and warm. “In fact I’ve cum four times.” she continued. “Princess was right, you DO have magic hands and a wicked tongue.” Once again, my cock grew hard, it had been hard for about 24 hours or so it seemed. In the two hours that had passed since I first arrived at MJ’s London flat we had talked, laughed, smoked a few spliffs and generally done as much touching as two thirty something adults could do without removing all of their clothes. In fact the only discarded garment was MJ’s scarlet red thong. It lay off to our left where I had dropped it moments before burying my face in her pussy. It wasn’t that we were fumbling lovers, teenagers exploring another's body for the first time, instead we seemed to have an unspoken agreement that as we had the whole night and the following day we would make the liaison last. Each sensation would be drawn out so that the maximum pleasure might be taken from it. Placing my left hand behind her head, caressing her neck I kissed her again, softly at first and then with more passion. Our tongues duelled. She broke the kiss and pressed a perfectly manicured finger nail against my lips. I could still smell the faint odour of her nail varnish over her subtle but alluring Organza perfume. “Lets have another joint.” I nodded as Mary Jane rose from the couch and moved to the coffee table, kneeling beside it she began the process of skinning up a spliff using her tobacco and finest Thai weed. Not only was the woman physically stunning with covergirl looks but she was sweet and kind with a heart the size of a lioness; oh and she rolled the best joints I have ever smoked. I sat there on the soft couch and looked at her. She was five feet five inches tall, red haired and brown eyed. Mary Jane was a BBW but she was not a real ‘plumper’ like Dawn French or Vanessa Feltz before she lost her weight. If one is required I guess Reubenesque might be a better label for Mary Jane. Her thighs were thick and shapely and they flowed into her gorgeous round ass which was soft and curvaceous but not flabby in any way. On her feet she was wearing high heeled sandals that lifted her ankles and made her look statuesque. In fact everything about her was soft and curvy. Her breasts were big, soft and full, completely natural with large thick nipples; she loved them to be softly chewed with lips and teeth. One of her orgasms had been reached by me simply holding her heavy E cup tits and switching between one nipple and the other. I could see this magnificent body through the almost gossamer black dress she wore over a red bustier and the of course the now discarded thong. Her beautiful legs were encased in super sheer and expensive black silk hold up stockings. The black dress buttoned up the front, the first four or five were undone, MJ’s tits were out of the bustier but still mostly in the dress. I wondered if she was comfortable. I guessed that if she was not she would do something about it. Kneeling down as she rolled the joint MJ glanced up at me and smiled. “Enjoying the view?” “Very much.” I replied. “Shall I get us a refill?” I held up our tumbler glasses. “Why not..” Said MJ. “...your Vodka Martini’s and this Thai grass go together like hard cock and wet pussy.” She giggled softly and again flashed me that smile, God this woman was something else. I entered the kitchen and began to mix the drinks in a large pitcher. The Vodka had been properly chilled in the freezer until it was fairly thick and almost viscous. The Martini came straight from the fridge. After adding just the right measure of clear lemonade and stirring with a whisk I tipped some crushed ice into the glasses. I slowly poured the Vodkatini mix over the ice allowing the crystals to rise up to the top of the glasses. As I turned to leave the kitchen I noticed a 2003 calendar on the wall above the worktop. Each month had a different breed of cat. I was looking at an impossibly haughty black and white tomcat. Beneath the picture were the thirty one days of January. In the box for the twelfth was my name, Jason written in the flowing hand of a confident woman. I smiled as I remembered how this utterly crazy adventure had started. It was only a matter of weeks but it seemed so long ago now. Chapter One – In The Beginning My name is Jason Pearl. This is my story. In the summer of 2000 I bought a National Lottery ticket. I chose the same six numbers I have always used since the first time I played in 1998. My numbers came up. I won eight million pounds. Foreign readers can check their exchange rates and do the maths but in any currency it was a lot of money. It was, in fact, what Bon Jovi once referred to as a ‘ Kings ransom in dimes’. To put it bluntly, for a single man of thirty five who had never really had any spare cash it was like, well it was like winning the lottery really. I was absolutely over the fucking moon. On the day the cheque cleared I quit my job as a computer salesman. I won’t bore you with the details but over the next eight months I did a lot of travelling, bought a nice house in Cornwall and treated myself to a top of the range Mercedes. When I returned home to Cornwall I began to surf the Net and buy myself some of the gadgets I’d always wanted. I ordered a DVD player and then a stack of movies. I joined a couple of adult websites, bought some DVD porno. You might think that I could find all the porn I wanted but I’m not interested in stick insect models with fake tits. I like real women, and yes I absolutely adore larger ladies. Not these frighteningly obese ones that you might see in tabloid magazines like Bizarre but beautiful women who just happen to be bigger than average. Now I’m not sure about dress sizes in other countries but in the UK they work like this. Kylie Monogue would be an 8 or a 10. Her sister Danni would be a 10 or a 12 because she has tits. J’Lo would be a 12 to 14. The sizes then go from 14-16, 16-18 and so on. I think bra sizes are pretty much universal working on the basis that Pamela Anderson [yuk no thank you] would be DD cup. I hope that helps paint a picture. So, where was I? Oh yeah. I was looking for porn. Eventually I found what I was looking for and like I said I joined a couple of sites and bought some movies. Everything arrived within a week and I spent the next few weeks getting my new house just how I wanted it. I installed the TV’s and hi-fi units, set up my new PC. I even built a small workshop as I’ve always liked fiddling with electronics and machinery. I had a few friends that came to stay. I had already given financial gifts to my family and a couple of people I had known most of my life. I was happy. Alone but happy. One thing was missing in my life, I wanted a companion. There were plenty of women who would have been happy to go out with me but they all knew I was fairly wealthy. I’m a decent looking guy and in good shape; I didn’t want to be wanted for my money, I wanted to be wanted for who I was. So I went back to the Net and found some dating sites, I joined them and supplied a photo of myself. To be safe I always called myself an IT Consultant and set my annual income at about 50k. I had lots of replies but none that really floated my boat. Then I got lucky for a second time and to be honest I’d have given up the money for it if necessary. I remember the date. It was a fortnight after 9/11. Incidentally I was in my living room watching Sky News when I saw that first plane fly into the WTC; where were you? So two weeks after that awful day I was unpacking my grocery shopping, it was early evening and I had the news on in the living room. The date was September 25th, 2001. My phone rang. The voice on the other end belonged to a guy called Mickey Vantor. Mickey was a retired Australian dope smuggler who had given up the life and retired to Cornwall. He was in his fifties and was one of the nicest people I had ever met, he still lives less than a mile from me and we’re great mates. Even though he was no longer a smuggler, he could still obtain small amounts of good quality gear and always shared what he had with me. I should point out at this juncture that I’ve never taken hard drugs, I don’t condone their use but nor do I vilify those who use them. Dealers in hard drugs are vile people but men like Mickey only dealt in what he called the ‘Mother’ business. He smuggled cannabis, marijuana or whatever you want to call it. There is a difference readers, a man who deals in hash or grass is not like a Columbian coke lord. I like to smoke a joint but I don’t drink a lot. I’ve never known anyone to get stoned on hash then go out and beat the crap out of someone. If you want to see that take a look in the main street of your town on a Saturday night. It’s a weird world where booze is legal and grass isn’t. So on that night Mickey rang me and said he had a bag on the best Skunk around. I went straight round and picked it up. We had a couple of joints and a good chat. I left the car there and walked back home. It was about 10.30pm and I had a good buzz on. Normally when I’m stoned I’ll watch a little porn, browse Literotica and read some stories and then when I finally jack off I always cum so fucking hard! Until that night this is what I’d always done when I didn’t have a girlfriend. It was what I intended to do when I got home. If you’ve never got stoned and jacked off or had sex then you’re missing out. Everything is amplified, there’s nothing like it. Looking back, I know that if Mickey hadn’t phoned then none of the following would have happened. I got back home, made a pot of tea and put on David Gray’s White Ladder CD while I rolled a few joints. As I finished my first joint the David Gray CD ended so I put some of my favourite discs into the CD changer and let it play tracks at random. I’m not sure why but I found myself sitting at the computer and surfing the Net. On a whim I did a search for UK+Dating+BBW. A bunch of UK dating sites came up and at the bottom I found an obscure link to a site called Natural Curves UK. At first I thought I had found another porno site, I was about to bookmark it when the main page completed loading. In my semi stoned dream state and most certainly against the run of play, I hit the motherlode. I had found a site run privately and not for profit by two former swingers called Matt and Jenny. Natural Curves was a dating site for big women and the men who love them. It was like a swingers site but it was very exclusive. Relationships were the main reason members joined but safe recreational sex was also encouraged as were frequent ‘Bar Meets’ at swinging clubs throughout the UK. I paid the monthly membership and filled in the detailed application form online and attached a picture of myself. Seconds after I sent the page, a message flashed up on my screen. Your application is being processed. If your application is successful you will receive Your username and password by email in the next 24 hours. Your joining fee will be refunded if you are deemed unsuitable. Thank you. I was very stoned by this point. I didn’t realise that the site would be doing a background check on me. Thankfully, I’d answered all the questions honestly. I shut down the PC and flopped down on the couch. Seconds later my phone rang. I picked it up. “Hello.” “Jason Pearl?” Said the male voice. “Yes.” “I’m John from Natural Curves. I’m just calling to confirm that you’ve just applied to join our site. Can you confirm this?” “Yes.” “Thank you Mr Pearl. Please check your email after noon tomorrow.” I remember thinking that it was a bit surreal at the time but being stoned I sort of forgot about it. I relaxed on the couch, put on a Buttman big tit special [John Stagliano likes all natural girls too] and I masturbated for an hour or so. When I came it was fantastic, my orgasm was of almost biblical proportions. That night I slept like a baby. Chapter Two – Natural Curves The next day I woke about 11am and went out to get a paper and some cigarettes. When I got back I powered up my PC [I’d forgotten about Natural Curves]. I checked my mail. I received this… Dear Mr Pearl. You have been accepted as a member of Natural Curves UK. Your picture has been posted on the site. Please add a profile of yourself. No details as to income or financial status should be posted. You are now free to contact as many ladies as you wish from the 160 UK members of the site. Additonally, should a female member like your profile they may contact you. Your username and password are ~~~~~~~ and ~~~~~~~~ . Logging on to the site is an acceptance of terms and conditions. Faithfully, Matt & Jenny. I logged on straight away. And within half an hour I had a pretty good 200 word profile of myself written so I added it to my picture. Under my photo was… Name: Jason Pearl Age: 35 Status: Single and unattached Area: South West UK Travel: Anywhere Looking For: Physical Relationship perhaps more with right woman. Swinging Parties: Yes Email: ~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~.com My full profile was underneath the basic version. I’d never been a swinger but I knew what it entailed I had no problems with the idea of an orgy! I was looking for someone permanent but I was also looking for sex and I wasn’t going to turn attractive women down. I spent the next few hours working through the adverts of the women on the site. There were so many. Some were not my type but lots were. I was just starting on the F section when my mail browser notified me that I had e-mail. I opened up the message to find a picture of a woman called Priscilla. She was my age, pretty and with a lovely voluptuous figure. Priscilla liked to refer to herself as Princess, she was a confirmed swinger and not looking for anything more. She liked my picture and profile and asked for my phone number. I spoke to Princess that evening and we made a date for the following day. She lived in Bristol so I travelled up to meet her. I set out at 11am and cruised up the M5 to Bristol. WE had agreed to meet at a motoryway service area. The truck stop had a Holiday Inn Express, McDonalds and a full restaurant/mall complex with video games and other amusements for kids as well as a selection of big name high street stores. The prices were outrageous! Convenience does not come cheap I guess. At exactly 2pm I stepped out of my Merc and walked up to the main doors of the mall complex. There were lots of places to sit, the weather was warm so I took a pew. We had agreed to meet outside and I was a little early so I went into the Starbucks concession and got a coffee [remember the days when you could just have a simple cup of coffee? Now it seems you need a degree just to order one!]. Back outside I lit a cigarette and sipped my coffee which seemed to have been brewed and maintained at somewhere only slightly below the boiling point of water. I scalded my tongue but the discomfort went away almost instantly the moment I saw her. I could have been forgiven for not recongising her as her hair was much longer than in the picture she sent me and was full of soft curls. But the smile on her face was exactly the same. She didn’t have a conventionally pretty face but she was certainly striking. Her features were slightly angular but her blue eyes caught your attention. Her lips were full and please forgive me but in the instant that I saw her up close I had a mental picture of those lips wrapped around my cock. In the flesh she was perhaps 5 feet 8 inches tall, the boots she wore beneath her trousers probably added a couple of inches. The word Amazon popped into my head but whilst that often conjures up the image of a dominant and slightly imposing woman here it did the opposite. Her long legs and shortish body made me hard just looking at her. She walked with a confidence that I thought might have been fuelled by bravado. Whether it was an act or not Priscilla radiated sexual heat and class in equal measure. As she reached me we both leaned forward and shared a brief kiss, it was hardly more than lips touching, a graze. Her perfume was intoxicating. She wore a black knee length leather coat, white satin blouse and black leather trousers. The boots were plain and black, the heels high and spiked. She stepped back slightly. “Hi there.” “Hi back.” I replied. I pride myself on being a gentleman but I’m almost ashamed to say that I was entranced by her tits. They were huge, so big that they kind of took my attention. I think it’s disrespectful for a man to talk to a womans chest so I apologised. “That’s okay.” Priscilla said. “I’m used to it. I’ve had these since I was seventeen.” She didn’t seem offended and I took that as a good sign. I suggested that we get some lunch and a drink so we went to a nearby restaurant, she linked her arm with mine as we walked. Over the meal we talked a lot, she told me how she had been married young to an abusive man and that her only child, a girl, had died not long after being born. She had been divorced for ten years and was now the same age as me. We talked about love, life and politics, finally we got onto the subject of Natural Curves and she explained that she had been a member for two years. I was the first man she had met in a one on one situation, she usually just went to the parties, sometimes she took part sometimes she didn’t. Neither of us mentioned what we did for a living. This seemed to be some kind of rule so I didn’t ask. I discovered that Priscilla was a tortured soul and whilst she wasn’t schizophrenic, the side of her that liked to be called Princess was almost an alter ego. Whilst Priscilla was warm and slightly vulnerable, I found out later that day that Princess was, in some ways, almost the complete opposite. As we talked I noticed that when the subject turned to sex her manner changed, she became bolder maybe even slightly predatory. I was enchanted, challenged and a little scared! Oh, and I was horny as hell. -------- By 4pm we had finished our meal and two bottles of wine though neither of us were even slightly drunk. I have strict rules for myself about drinking and driving so I told her I planned to stay at the motel overnight. “Are you propositioning me?” She asked. I smiled. I hadn’t been but it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. “No, unless you want me to.” Under the table I felt the heel of one of her boots rubbing against my calf. I reached out and placed my hand on hers. Natural Curves “You’ve never done this before have you?” She asked. “Is it that obvious?” “Yeah it is, but neither have I.” She looked straight into my eyes and I saw pure lust lurking within hers. When she spoke again her voice was barely above a honey dripping whisper. “I’ve never made a date with a guy purely to get the chance to fuck him silly and have my brains fucked out in return.” “It is kind of different from regular dating I suppose.” “Simpler though. More direct.” She was grinning now. I felt that I needed to make some kind of move, she had already expressed an interest and so far I had been quite conservative. “Look, lets go to the motel. I’ve stayed in them before and they’re quite nice. We don’t have to do anyt…” “Oh yes we do…” She interrupted, visibly squirming in her seat, “I’m dripping wet. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.” Chapter Three – The Princess & The Motel To this day, almost a year and a half later I’m still not sure how we made it to the motel through checking in and up to the room without devouring each other. Once inside the small lift I took her in my arms and mashed my lips against her. She moaned and thrust her tongue into my mouth, I sucked it gently and she moaned louder. There was a DING! as the elevator doors opened. A middle aged man watched us for a second before stepping inside as we walked out. I fumbled the key card into the slot and somehow got the door open. As it swung shut behind us Priscilla and I practically lunged for each other. We fell against the wall behind me kissing each other hard our hands roaming over each other. She pulled away and glanced downward toward my groin, even I could see my throbbing cock as it struggled against my jeans. Her right hand gripped and squeezed me through the denim. When she looked upwards again I could see that for now Priscilla was a mere memory, Princess was now in control. Pulling me by my belt she took me to the king size bed and turned me around so my back was toward it. Breathing heavily she slipped out of her coat and let it fall to the floor. She then helped me out of my jacket and shirt in between kissing me deeply. With her coat off her fantastic body was even more visible. Her hips were wide but not enough to make her pear shaped, instead she had an hourglass figure even if that hourglass was larger than average. With a wicked grin she placed a hand on my now bear chest and pushed my down onto the corner of the bed, my legs were either side of the corner, my shoes planted firmly on the carpeted floor. I thought she was going to undress but instead she got on her knees in between my legs and started to undo my belt. Throughout all of this she kept constant eye contact with me. I was in heaven. I knew what was coming or at least I hoped I knew. In reality I had no idea. My shoes, socks and jeans were off in a flash and I half sat and half lay before her just in my boxers, the head of my cock visible to her as it strained against my shorts and poked out from under the material. “My God it’s thick.” She said simply before standing up. From my perspective that was nice thing to hear. My cock is only about seven inches long so it’s pretty average but it is VERY thick and fat, the head is mushroom shaped and I’d never once heard a woman complain that it wasn’t long enough. Princess took a step back and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. A few years ago I bought a book on men's sexual health. The book extolled the virtues of Taosim which is a ancient Chinese art often referred to as sexual kung fu. Princess somehow managed to hold the blouse together whilst still undoing the last two buttons. The book contained exercises on self control and pleasure enhancement, it also promised multiple orgasms for men by separating ejaculation from orgasm. I hadn’t got that far into it but I now had a cock that was harder and firmer than ever before. I could also perform sexually for much longer. However I nearly shot my load on the spot as she opened her blouse to reveal a black lace and blue satin corset. Her magnificent tits were there before me in underwired cups the cleavage almost begging to be touched. Her skin was creamy white, she looked incredible with her long hair tumbling down over her shoulders. The hem of the corset hid beneath the waistband of her trousers which she had now started to unbutton. I could only imagine at what she would look like without them but I knew that I wouldn’t have to imagine for long. My cock and balls ached, I had goosebumps all over my body. As she slowly lowered the zip on her trousers I saw that the corset was hemmed with lace, with a wriggle she pushed the trousers down further giving me a glimpse of black satin panties and her gorgeous thighs. I groaned when I saw the straps of her suspenders and the lace of her stocking tops. Still not breaking eye contact she slipped the trousers off over her boots and stood before me with her hands on her hips and her legs apart. “You’re beautiful.” I mumbled. “Thank you.” She whispered in reply. “You’re not so bad yourself. The tension was killing me, I needed to get my hands on her but I revelled in the fact that this woman was obviously highly attracted to me. Even though her panties were black satin I could see that they were soaked through with her cunt juices. She turned slightly and bent over to pick up her clothes and mine before dropping them on a chair. In that brief movement I saw a firm round butt without a hint of cellulite; my breath caught in my throat as I saw the thong of her panties disappear into the crack of her ass and between the lips of her sopping, fleshy and shaven pussy. I was so riveted by her body that I barely noticed her reaching into the pockets of her coat and remove three items. As she turned back to face me she tossed them onto the bed where I watched them land on the duvet. A large tube of Powerglide lube. An green dildo/vibe with the batteries just visible through the plastic and latex. A bottle of Johnson's baby oil. Like I said, I really had no comprehension of what she had in mind but I wanted to find out. This really was a dream come true. I looked back up to see Princess smiling at me, perhaps it was more of a dirty grin. My cock strained even harder against my shorts as she walked towards me and dropped to her knees. Just like that she pulled my shorts off, my cock sprang up like a maypole. Princess took a firm grip with her right hand and started to slowly jack me off. I’m circumcised so she didn’t so much slide her hand over the shaft as grip it and just work the skin up and down. I was so fucking hard that I don’t know how she found any skin to play with but play she did. She kept looking into my eyes, I groaned each time she rubbed her thumb against the frenulum where the head joined the shaft. Some precum leaked out of the tip and she used it to lube her thumb. I just shut my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me. Then I felt her tongue licking the head of my prick, she soaked it in saliva and then started sucking the head into her mouth. Within a few seconds she had an intense sucking and bobbing motion going whilst still jacking away at the base. Her left hand cupped my aching balls and massaged them delicately. The urge to pump her mouth full of cum was almost unbearable but I managed to hold off; my groaning was now loud and constant. Opening my eyes I watched her making love to my cock with her lips and tongue. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be lost in her task. My hands found the side of her head and gently pushed down as she took the head of my cock into her mouth once more. Princess took me right into her throat until her nose was pressed against my pubic bone. She started humming and moving her head in a languid oval alternately sucking my dick and working my balls. Each time she bottomed out against my pubic hair she would slide her tongue out and tickle my sack with it. In all my years I had never, and still never have I suppose had a blow job like it. It seemed like her mouth could adjust it’s shape to fit every contour and ridge of my shaft and helmet. “Aw I’m gonna cum.” I growled, I might even have called out her name, I was so off my head with pleasure and lust. On an upstroke she lightened the sucking pressure and firmly but gently squeezed the base of cock. Her lips released me and I felt the cool air on my swollen glans. The change in sensation was itself a pleasurable experience. Princess looked me straight in the eye and gently released and tightened the grip on the base of shaft rhythmically. “Not yet lover.” She obviously loved being in control and when it felt this good I was quite happy to be slightly dominated. Without removing her hand from my cock she climbed onto the bed and straddled my face with her thighs. The slight musky odour was intoxicating. “Eat me. Eat my pussy.” She ordered as the jacking motion started again on my shaft. I think I actually licked my lips as I looked up at the sodden gusset of her thong. Her outer lips were clearly visible and without preamble I just dived straight in sucking one and then the other. “Aww fuck yes!!” moaned my new best friend. “Suck my cunt.” Her juices were sweet and heady. I eased the thong to one side and holding her ass cheeks in my hands I drilled the depths of her gash with my tongue, my nose softly rimmed her asshole. When she was shuddering and squirming and telling me she was going to cum I slipped one single finger inside her cunt and pressed down onto her G-spot whilst thumbing her clit in much the same way as she had done to my cock. “Ohhh Jason, don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare.” Suddenly my cock was back in her mouth, she seemed to almost inhale it into her throat. Her tongue was trying to bring me off as she licked and sucked every inch of my phallus. For my part I was now alternating between tonguing the depths of her cunt and licking, nibbling and sucking her clit. Each time my tongue grazed her hard little nub I felt another semi climax throb its way through the walls of her pussy until it felt like she was constantly cumming. When I started rubbing her anus with the tip of my finger Princess went totally nuts. She started yelling obscenities at me through a mouthful of cock. Using her pussy cream as a natural lube I eased my left index finger into her ass, it’s right hand sibling went back to work on her G spot whilst I concentrated on her clit. My fingers met in the middle with only a thin membrane of her body between them. Princess screamed as her pussy flooded, I kept swallowing her juices but so much ran down my chin. She was slobbering all over my cock, it was fucking amazing and I told her so. “That’s it, suck me, I wanna cum in your mouth.” My mother could have walked in the room and I wouldn’t have noticed. She stopped her oral attention and jacked me hard with one hand. “Make me cum again you fucker, suck my pussy dry.” I felt so good that I wondered if I could shut her up so whilst continuing to eat her I reached around her hips and grabbed a handful of tit. They were soft, warm and yielding. I just kneaded them for a while as she went back to sucking me and moaning. I twisted and teased her hard nipples and she just went even harder at sucking my prick into her hot mouth. I was about to cum and nothing was going to stop me. “I’m going to cum…” I just growled at her. With two hands she cupped my balls and allowed saliva to run down onto them. I took my left hand and slid two fingers up into her hot pussy literally grinding at her g-spot. Her body went rigid and she screamed. “Awwwwww I’m cummmmming nowwwwwwww.” Now woman has ever ejaculated near me but Princess did, her pussy spasmed and spasmed as three squirts of her hot cum jetted into my waiting mouth. Maybe it was the circumstances, maybe it was just that she was giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had but I came right then. I felt it from my toes to the top of my head, she was sucking me inside out and as my orgasm hit me I lost control. I couldn’t see anything but the stars in my head. I came more than I have ever cum before, ropes of thick jizz deep into her throat. Princess just kept on sucking gently and licking as I came down from the natural high. When my breathing returned to normal she increased the pressure and had me hard again in a couple of minutes. She climbed off me and got on all fours wiggling her ass at me. The wicked grin was back. “I need to be fucked in the ass, get ready for round two!” Like I said I had no idea what she had planned but I was going to keep up with her or die trying. I don’t know what time we stopped but I know that I was exhausted, my mouth was numb from eating her pussy so much. Princess had my cum and her own in her hair. We had fucked in every position I knew, I had fucked her ass and then cum in her mouth. The last time I came she said her pussy was sore so she wanted me to fuck her tits. She squirted a large amount of baby oil onto her incredible rack and then fuck her tits I did. Instead of just holding them while I fucked them Princess jacked me off with her breasts, she was pinching her nipples and telling me how I was the best fuck she’d ever had and how much she loved my cock. I told her she was a cum hungry slut and rammed away even harder. When I came the tank must have been empty but Princess just swallowed me into her throat just the same. Later after we’d showered together and washed each other clean we went back into the bedroom. On the bed was the green dildo. She laughed. “ I guess we didn’t need that.” Chapter Four I walked Priscilla out of the motel, it was just after 4am and she had said she wanted to drive home rather than stay. Nothing personal she said, maybe it was I don’t know. I have an idea that she was a little embarrassed at the way she had let the Princess side of her run rampant. Either way it was no problem to me, I was completely exhausted. I wanted to see here again but at that point I needed to sleep. I watched her get into her white ’99 Ford Mondeo. Before she got in we embraced and kissed softly, her tongue slipped into my mouth. I shivered as I recalled the way it had danced over the head of my cock. I broke the kiss and took her head gently in my hands before kissing her again. She wound the window down. As she looked out of the window of her car she thanked me for a wonderful time. “I really had a great time…” She said. “…I got my wish, I got fucked silly and fucked someone silly too.” Feeling like a kid on the doorstep of a girl after a first date, I asked “Can I see you again?” “Maybe.” She grinned as she started the engine. “But in the meantime you need to meet Mary Jane.” I staggered back to my room, on the pillow was her black thong. Feeling like a pervert but not giving a shit I wrapped the still soaking satin round my limp cock and went straight to sleep.