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Whim

By: Dru_Druthers



The café was my favorite spot to hang out at. The coffee was good and the net access free. I had been coming here now for about three months, every other week at different times. I loved to sit and write my little stories here while having a cup of my favorite flavored brew and eating a doughnut. Like most days it was busy at times, slow at others. I really didn't pay too much attention to what was happening with the other customers, especially when my fingers were busy running with a good train of thought.

A voice in the distance pulled me from my world of imagination. It was sweet and filled with confidence. I looked up toward the sound and I froze in my seat. The woman, young; the hair, a rich dark brown; the skin, alabaster and flawless; the body, slim with gentle curves; the face, elegant with high cheek bones, full lips, perfectly straight nose; the eyes, brilliantly brown and looking straight at me. 

Oh-my-god! I looked away and blushed. She saw me looking, staring at her. Well with looks like hers who wouldn't stare. 

I kept my head down and my eyes on my computer screen. I dared not look her way again for fear of her catching me gawking at her. I tried to focus on typing my story, but all I could see was her face, the image of her that was burned into my memory.

My mind began to wander away from my writing and to her. What was her name? How old was she? What was her life like? Married, single? Straight, gay or bisexual? What did she smell like, her perfume? What did she taste like? What was it like to kiss her?

She came over and asked if she could join me. She was intrigued and flattered that I was looking at her. My heart was thumping hard in my chest. This had never happened to me before. Girls that look like her didn't look at girls who looked like me.

I am tall and slightly heavier than I should be. My hips are wide and curvy, the 'child bearing' kind and my breasts are lovely, the perfect handful. Curly, raven colored hair and big brown eyes. A good nose, full face and nice lips. I also have that coffee with cream kind of complexion that many found attractive. 

We sat and talked for hours. Her name was Jenifer; she was twenty six and a lesbian. She was single and hadn't yet found the right woman to be with. We had so much in common; books, movies, current events, food and so much more. 

She asked if I would like to have dinner with her, I boldly stated that we should skip dinner and go straight to a hotel. It was totally out of character for me but being with her made me feel a confidence I had never known. 

I smiled when she laughed and agreed. I packed up my computer and followed her out to her car. Once inside, she suggested we forgo the hotel and just go to her place. I whole heartedly agreed. 

Our clothes were off as soon as the door was closed. We were on each other, kissing, touching, groping. Her body was beautiful, her breasts, smallish with huge nipples that I was drawn to. I licked, sucked and nibbled them repeatedly. She begged me to do everything harder so I did. I was squeezing her left nipple while biting on her right when it happened. 

Her body stiffened and a high pitched wail came from her lips. I knew the signs of a body in orgasm and she had them all. An orgasm from just me playing with her nipples; I could just imagine what would happen if I nibbled her clit and found the g-spot. 

I dove right into her pussy, that lovely picture of womanly glory. Her inner lips were large and well pronounced. I had a ball pulling each into my mouth and sucking on them. Her clit was like her nipples—large. It peeked out almost like a tease and I was happy to coax it out all the way. I sucked and lashed it with my tongue. Jen was in heaven, her hips bucking so wildly that I had to hold on. 

I slowed and brought her from the brink of her orgasm. She was shouting for me to take her over not dial her back. I smiled and entered her with two fingers. I wiggled them around searching, searching for that golden spot that would do such marvelous things to her. 

At the first touch her body jerked. She called out a string of obscenities at me. I grinned and brushed the spot again. Tears formed in her eyes from the sheer strength of the sensations. If her nipples were any kind of indication, then she was super sensitive and it wouldn't take much for her to blow. A few more passes with my finger and she exploded. 

I had never been with a squirter before and was pleasantly surprised to learn that she was. Her juices flew straight at my head, drenching my hair, soaking my face; I loved every minute of it. 

Jen was tired but tugged at me to crawl up her body. We paused for a kiss and then she pulled me to sit on her face. Her tongue was long, strong and an expert in the art of pleasuring a woman. She worked it inside of me, fucked me to orgasm with it. Then she worked my clit with it and to another shattering orgasm. I rode her face vigorously and she luxuriated in it, pulling me to her mouth tightly, lapping up my spending eagerly. 

For the third orgasm, I felt her insert a finger into my anus. By now I was beyond caring what she did as I rode the blissful high she had provided. I fell to the bed exhausted but satisfied beyond words.

"Excuse me," came a voice next to me. I looked up to see a café server looking at me. 

Shit, it was all a day dream.

"Yes?" I answered in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Sorry to disturb you but this is from the lady over there," the server said as she handed me another cup of coffee, a slip of paper and her head nodded in the direction of my brown eyed beauty.




This is an original story, copyright by Dru_Druthers. No use without written permission by the author, Dru_Druthers. 

Dru_Druthers expresses her sincere thanks to her beta reader who wishes to remain anonymous.

And lastly, a special thank you to two wonderful ladies who also supported me and my work.

Whimsy Vanilla Pink



Shelly Morgan was sitting on her bed cross-legged and painting her toenails while listening to an ambient music called Buddha-Bar. She was bopping to the tune while admiring her freshly painted nails. Suddenly her bedroom door opened and a man in a bonnet mask walked in. 

"Hey don't you know how to knock?" She said turning to him with a start and lowering the volume of the music. She thought the guy was one of his two brothers playing a prank on her. But he was not and she was suddenly gripped by fear. 

"Shhh," he said putting a finger to his exposed lips and crouched down next to her bed and took a good look at her. Shelly was a knockout beauty, Caucasian of mixed breed clad in a short sleeved pajama top and white panties. Her freshly-showered scent gratified the intruder's acute sense of smell.

"Take it easy baby, relax. I won't hurt you. Just do what I say, okay," he spoke in a hush tone. "And play up that music a little bit I like it."

"How old are you darling?" he asked his eyes sweeping all over her bare parts. 

"Ah…19," she answered, her eyes alert and wide-eyed. 

The masked man removed his gloves and slipped a hand under her open pajama top and groped her teener ‘cupper' sized-breast. He fondled its firmness and traced the stiffening fat nipple while focusing his eyes on the embroidered monogram on the left side chest of the pajama, which read Shelly. 

"What's the name of the other one?" The masked man asked as his other hand groped the right breast. 

Shelly caught the humor and almost cracked a smile. She shook her head and said: "That's my name, Shelly Morgan." 

"I'm Rob, Rob Steele," he said. "I'm a thief, been stealing since I had baby teeth. But I think I broke into the wrong house. So will you forgive me for that?" He said still kneading her petite breasts. His voice was soothing and his feeling her breasts felt affection rather than molestation.

"Did you do anything to my parents?"

"Ah-uh. I didn't see them although I heard them busy having sex, if they're the ones in the other room." Rob paused and looked into her face. "I don't hurt people but only if I have to," he said.

"You're beautiful, you know that? And smell good…I could smell your pussy."

"What?" The word blew out of her mouth.

"Show me your tits, will you? I won't stay long." 

She showed some hesitancy.

"C'mon, don't waste my time. I ain't got all night." His voice rose with an authority of a big time outlaw. 

She shrugged off the cotton pajama freeing her exquisitely shaped perky breasts capped with creamy pink nipples What more could you ask? Stunningly beautiful like the rest of her. Another bolt of tremor ran through her as he leaned in and brushed his nose around each breast, sniffing over each gumdrop nipple causing them to stiffen even more.

"Lovely, lovely, hmmm," he said giving each one a gentle kiss. 

"Ok cover them up now baby and come off with the panties," he commanded and watched her curvaceous hips shift about. Her pouting female center left nothing to the imagination.

"You must be 5' 8" and about a hundred and twenty pounds, you wear panties perfectly well like a lingerie model," he said knowingly as she started to hook her thumbs into the elastic band. Well Shelly was really thinking of going into modeling as many of her friends were prodding her. 

"Promise you won't hurt me?" She said, a crease disfiguring her lovely face.

"Hey, I'm not here to hurt anybody. Do it now, hurry," he said and watched her slipped out of her panties and he reached for them.

"Hmmm, cotton absorbs well your pussy scent," he said as he brought the panties to his nose and inhaled its flavorful musky scent. "This I gotta bring okay?" he said pocketing the panties in his pants.

She cowered in fear and her smooth, gracefully-fingered hands piled on top of each other to cover her most intimate part. 

"Get your hands off it, I wanna see it," His tone suddenly sounded menacing.

"Lie back on your elbows and open your thighs," he ordered. "Like a baby's. Come on," he urged. So she spread them out with bent knees almost flat on the bed.

"Whoa pristine pussy!" He said reaching for her pussy and fluffing the flattened caramel colored pubic hair over the pubic pad. The shaved peach-blushed pulpy lips gaped open and showed a very thick pointy clit. The petals of her inner lips rippled looking like a string purse with a slight mocha tinge over the edges.

"You didn't shave this right?" He said as his fingers brushed over the smooth labia.

She shook her head. "I whisked the hair off with the hair remover crème?" 

He nodded. "Gosh, you got an incredible clit right there, huh?," he said making some sounds in his mouth. The smooth clit hood twitched beckoning to be tongue-caressed and sucked. 

"Has anyone ever sucked that big clit of yours?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Retract the hood, I want to see the clit."

She put her two fingers there and pushed back gently the delicate foreskin until the pearly pink clit shaped like a miniature penis head popped into view.

The masked intruder made a slurping sound in his mouth. "I want to put that in my martini. I bet you're still a virgin."

"How'd you know?" She whispered.

He lurched his face to her pussy and sniffed all over it wetting his nose tip as it grazed the petals of her slick pussy. The fear that he might cut off her clit drifted threateningly in her mind. 

"Yes you are. I know damn pussies so well like I crack safe,"

"You smell like half baby and half vixen. I love it. What do you clean your pussy with?" 

"Just soap and water," she hissed and felt she was moistening the bed sheet with her trickling wetness. 

"Right. It smells divine. Now remove your hands," he said and the clit went back to its hiding. Rob petted her clit hood for awhile with his index finger until it became taut and she moaned openly. Then he placed his thumbs across each pussy lip and stretched them open exposing the juicy pink glossy interior. He smelled her once more like a butterfly fluttering over a fragrant flower. Her clit threatened to come out of its own in the open as his breath hovered over it. When she felt his lips brushed gently back and forth across the tip of her clit hood she almost cried out to him not to stop. 

Finally he let go of the pussy lips and they slapped back to its place and he pushed his face away from her causing her face to exude an anguish look.

"Whimsy Pink Vanilla," he called her pussy. "An extraordinary classic. My kind of pussy." 

To be appreciated is fine but Shelly's feeling at that very moment became something different. She wanted fucked hard like she'd always fantasized.

"Got a boyfriend?"

She shook her head. "I'm dating a basketball player this weekend."

"Oh yeah? Are you gonna fuck him?"

"No," she replied but sounding a bit unsure. "He's 6' 8."

"A fucking Goliath, huh? Well, sorry to bother you, darling. Wear another panty and have a good night sleep, ha?"

"The day after tomorrow I'll be so friggin' rich."

Shelly couldn't understand how he struck fear in her heart and at the same ignite a dizzying lust from her to desire a sexual encounter. She decided to tell him to stay and gratify her sudden desperate craving for human touch and loving romance. 

However, time didn't permit her to gather enough strength to do it as he stood abruptly and started towards the window. For a moment, he turned back to her and said. "How come you're still a virgin?"

"My two brothers guard and watch over me like a criminal on parole," Shelly said picking up her pajama top to shield her from the blast of cool air that entered the window. 

"O yeah, I wouldn't mind guarding that body of yours. See me anytime at Pier 69. I'll buy me a new boat and call it Shelly. Go look for it ha? Drop by and name what you want and I'll buy it, okay?"

Somehow the intruder's character allayed the fear in her eyes and she nodded with interest. "Bye-bye" she called after him with moist eyes as he moved towards the window. "Take care," she added and he turned back to her. 

"Thanks, see you honey child," he said and shimmied his body out of the window.

When she scampered to the window he was already out of sight like a black cat which leapt into the darkness of the night. When she was younger, she fantasized Superman entering through her bedroom window and telling her the color of her panties. She never dreamt that in real life a thief in the night would take off with her panties and called her what? Honey child…a kid? For crissakes, her pussy is ripe and ready to be broken in. How come he didn't? She thought to herself.

Shelly smiled to herself and mumbled under her breath as to why she felt strongly attracted to him, crossing her hands over her bosom. 

He sounded like Keifer Sutherland. He sniffed me. What a bold thing to do. Wow! She sighed and dropped her ass on the bed. Then she lay down on her side lying on a fetal position and pinning a big pillow between her thighs.

He's got chewing gum breath. If he had only kissed me I wouldn't give my ten cents like I would treat the guys who chase after me. I'll give him 100 per cent of my fucking body and soul. 

Sleep wasn't easy to come to her that night. Images of him constantly crowded her mind. Her nipples throbbed and her pussy tingled at the result of that sniffing spree he made. How she obeyed him and how she almost got off! She could have peed out of sheer excitement and fear. Suddenly she felt a deep craving that demanded immediate release. So she lay over her stomach and started masturbating until she came into a fantastic climax. Afterwards she looked at the fingers and they were like dipped in a tub of oil. 

"Omigod, I really gushed!" she exclaimed

Later she knocked at the master's bedroom. "Dad, mom," she called through the door and then it opened.

"What's the matter honey?" her mother asked.

"Nothing, just checking. Thought I heard noises. Are you alright?"

"Ohh,!" Her mother sighed blissfully and pressed her fingers over her mouth. "Your father and I were just… making love," she giggled demurely.

"Oh, ah…um…sorry…hope I didn't interrupt …"she stammered. 

"No, nothing to it. We're done. Maybe I got so carried away considering it's been along while. It's me that have to say sorry for disturbing you little honey. Nothing's the matter here, we're just having some loving fun and making up for lost time," she assured her.

"I understand mom and I'm glad dad is back and you're together again," Shelly said softly head bowed a little bit but eyes glancing up on her, amused. 

"Yes, honey, I'm happy we're whole again," her mother said and hugged Shelly, tapping her hand over her back. 

"Ok, mom, think I better go back to my room. As she walked the hall she thought of her two brothers, who were her protectors and they had a boys night out that would surely last till the break of dawn.

Should I see the damn thief or not? So many questions were racing in Shelly's mind. But one thing for sure she developed an instant major crush on him.

The next night Shelly wore her sexiest underwear. If ever Rob Steel visited her again she would love him to sniff her again and eat her out till she scream. But he never came back. And so to see him at the pier was imperative.

Shelly waited for the weekend to check him out. It was a Friday that she was supposed to see him but she had classes. She was taking up interior designing in an art school in San Francisco. 

Saturday came and she looked into her closet to look for what she'd be going to wear to see him. She studied one of her sexiest dresses and tried it on. But it was too sexy that her father might wonder what she's up to and won't allow her to wear it especially if she's going to the pier. So she settled on wearing casual clothes: a pair of low slung jeans, a silky light pink top and a brush denim blazer all by Polo Jeans Co. 

"Whoa, whoa, where you going Miss Universe?" her dad asked teasing her as always as he was proud that she took his best features while the loveliness and beauty were from her mom, a five foot ten Swede. 

"To do research on boats," she said rolling her eyes upward.

"For what?"

"School work. We shall make designs for the boat's interior." She lied partially because they would also do that eventually. She was an interior designer student.

"You mean yachts?"

"Yes, yachts, ocean liners or whatever you call them."

"And who's going with you?" 

"I'll be seeing some classmates there." 

"You want me to drive you there?" 

"For heaven's sakes Dad, don't spoil me, I'm a big girl now. But thanks anyway. I haven't driven much the Beetle you gave me. I want to drive dad, give me a break," she said giving him a peck on the forehead.

"Alright drive carefully, okay," he said and went back to his reading the newspaper. 

"Where's mom?"

"Right here Shelly," her mom called out as she emerged from the kitchen carrying a plateful of pancakes and bacon. 

"Eat before you go Shelly, you've not been eating breakfast anymore."

"Cause I'm getting fat," she replied.

"Who told you?"

"No one, I thought I just wanna be slimmer."

"Slimmer than that and you'll already look way thin."

"Okay mom, I'll eat breakfast. Besides I suddenly feel hungry." 

Later, Shelly drove off in her apple green Beetle. Reaching the wharf, she found a spot to park and began to wander around looking for the boat named Shelly. Twenty minutes had passed and she had not seen the boat. 

Suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder. She was startled. It was from a guy's hand, handsome and with intense eyes mesmerizing her. She almost lost her balance because her knees weakened at the sight of this handsome brute.

"Lookin' for something here, darling?" The familiar voice sent shivers along her spine. 

"Yeah, a boat with the name Shelly on?"

"Why?"

"It's owned by someone with the name Rob Steele."

"That's me. Now what do you want from me?"

Her knees buckled. 

She scanned him from head to toe. He had dark curly hair, handsome with intense eyes. He wore an ivory ribbed body hugging shirt with bicep-baring sleeves over white cotton pants that displayed a tight firm bottom and athletic legs. His clothes contrasted his deep tanned skin.

"You…um…you told me to see you. You invited me. Didn't you?"

"When?"

"Three nights ago." Her face looked a bit puzzled.

"Where?"

"In…in my bedroom."

"What was I doing in your bedroom?"

"Hey, you know what you did in my bedroom."

"Look, I have a short memory. Why don't you tell me why I was there in your bedroom."

"Why don't you tell me first why you grabbed me like that as if you knew me?"

"'Cos you looked suspiciously wandering around and snooping strangely on something."

"Does the name Shelly mean anything to you?"

"Yeah, the name which I christened my new boat." He scratched his dimpled chin.

"To jog your memory, you broke into my bedroom three nights ago, introduced yourself as Rob Steele, a thief by profession and you wore a mask that really scared the hell out of me like I almost had a heart attack."

"A thief?" He squinted his eyes.

"Aha," she nodded.

"I'm a rich guy for life, why would I steal anything from anybody?"

"Then why did you tell me you're a thief?" She challenged the way he looked at her while deep inside her she was exhilarated because he stood taller than her. 

"You told me that you're gonna be friggin' rich after you've pulled off that caper and you're gonna buy yourself a boat and name it after me."

"Oh yeah? Then come with me and let's celebrate in the boat. Your name is being painted on it," he said and led her by the wrist.

"Is that the boat?" She asked as they neared the big sophisticated-looking racer yacht.

He slung his arm around her like she was his current squeeze and she didn't resist as she was engulfed by his persuasive manly scent. 

"Yeah, that's it."

"Yo, Julio, how's it shaping up, huh?" Rob called the man lettering the boat.

"Fine Mr. Steele." 

"Shelly meet Julio Caresso. Julio this is Shelly, whom I'm dedicating my new boat."

"Oh pleasure indeed Miss Shel…"

"Shelly Morgan," she said and, "Hi! Nice job your doing there." She noticed her name was being lettered in a funkadelic style. Julio let out an infectious chuckle.

"Shelly, welcome to my boat.?" he said as they climbed aboard. 

"Ever rode a boat like this before?"

"Well not this big, long and beautiful though." She mused.

"The fastest and most accommodating boat in the planet if I may say so myself," he said standing on the upper deck outstretching his hands to indicate its magnitude." 

"Looks like you," Shelly said toying the steering wheel in the helm area. "I mean it's really beautiful."

"As beautiful as you."

"Thank you," she said then turned back to him. "You haven't answered my question."

"What?"

" Why did you tell me that you're a thief?"

"I'm no thief. That's make-believe. I have an affliction …ah…somnambulism and soliloquy."

"What's that?"

"I sleepwalk and sleep talk. The last time I had this episode was when I was just a child. Now it happened again. I have a sleep specialist checking on me now. I thought it would never occur again. But it did."

"That's weird."

"I couldn't really recall the events of what really happened in my dream. The only thing that I could remember in the dream was the erotic scent I smelled and I'd like to find the source of that again."

"Did you recall you sniffed me when you saw me in my bedroom?"

"Sniff you? Really? I couldn't actually remember that part. Now would you tell me why I sniffed you that night?"

"How was I to know?. I was terrified because I thought you'd kill me if I don't cooperate with you."

"Funny. Did I do something else?," he smiled a charming smile.

"Took away my panties. Where is it now?"

"I don't know. I woke up naked beside my mother and she was shocked when she found me."

"Oh my god. So embarrassing I suppose. What did your mother do?"

"Called the doctor."

"Jesus…," she said staring up the sky.

"Can I get you anything…coffee, a soft drink? 

"Coffee would be fine," she said.

"How about a slice of baked peach pudding or apple schalet?"

"Sounds yummy but no thanks I've just eaten, I'm still full." She smiled, beginning to feel relax. 

The two sat at the bar in the sun lounge area used for onboard entertaining.

"What causes sleepwalking?" she said sipping on the brewed coffee. 

"I really don't know. It is stress-related according to my doctor. Also some chemical imbalance. See, I'm a writer and I'm into the middle of my third book. It could be overactive imagination. However, this one that I am working on is really strange. When I opened my word processor I was surprised that there was a beginning sentence already on the chapter that I have not started on. It says there: I'm a thief. Sniff, sniff, ahh smells so good. It's like I'm in heaven." 

Shelly blushed at his words.

"I wondered why I had this line which I didn't write. That must have triggered my sleepwalking."

"I thought you're going to rape me or worst of all butchered me."

"What part of you did I sniff?"

"You started overhere," she said hovering her palm over her breasts, "and downwards."

"Oh, that explains," he sighed.

"Explains what?"

"Instant erection whenever I look at that chapter with that one line written on it," he sighed again and reached over his pants crotch. 

"Oh," she exclaimed and noticed his hand rubbing the proof of his excitement. Rob noticed the long lashes that fringed her glancing eyes. Glimpsing on the way he rubbed his palm over his erection stirred her loins.

"Yeah. Hey, I'm glad you came around. Maybe you could help me. Come let me show you my play pen in this boat," he said finishing his drink and stood up, holding her by the wrist and led her to the sliding cabin door that opens to the rooms. 




Whimsy Vanilla Pink



Shelley was greeted by the bright, airy interior aglow with the warmth of cherry wood and exquisite detailing.

"Marvelous!' she gasped.

"Can I smell you closely?" He asked snuggling close behind her. Shivers ran down her spine as she felt his breath brushing the side of her ears and his erection pressing the top of her tight round bottom.

"Okay," she said gingerly. 

He clasped the side of her arms and began sniffing her silky mane tied to a knot behind her head. His sniffing ignited her pent-up desire. 

"You're wearing a perfume," he said hovering under her ear.

"Ah…Vera Wang, just slightly."

"Mind if I take your jacket off?" He whispered.

"Um…okay."

He slid off the jacket from her shoulders and tossed it on the bed. Now he made her face him. He stared at her beautiful face, and swanlike neck. She was not wearing bra and her perfect small tits with nipples were poking full alert underneath her pink camisole. Her eyes suggested that he take full charge. So he bent his head and smelled her teenage cleavage. Goose bumps rose on her lovely skin as his lips brushed across her nipples that now stood like bullets at the touch. 

"The scent, that unforgettable scent is in you."

"Oh," she uttered wondering if she'd get off no sooner at this very arousing scenario. 

His head lowered and leveled at the center of her hips. He held her heart-shaped hips and nosed at the two-inch fly of her jeans. "Bingo!" He muttered under his breath. "This is the scent I was trying to find. Oh, I love this…um can you pull down your jeans…it's like smelling here the Holy Grail of scents!" She saw how euphoric Rob was and she became hotter with anticipation.

"Well, why not you've smelled it before." She smiled and zipped open her jeans. Then slowly she pulled down the jeans just right the top of her thighs exposing sheer pink panties.

"Wow!" The word blew from his mouth with his hands swiftly moving behind her wonderfully round backside. All his ten fingers slipped into her panties and dug at the balls of her flesh as he began sniffing at her crotch. She felt his breath seeped through her panties and her wetness grew. He sniffed thoroughly and even sucked the moisture out of the fabric. Shelly was lost in the experience and with eyes closed she didn't realize at once that he had pushed down her panties and his nose was circling her big clit that was jutting out of her pussy lips. He licked the clean-shaven lips and engulfed her imposing clit it in his mouth. When he squirted it off it looked like a hard miniature uncut penis. Her face contorted at the first hand experienced of being orally pleasured. 

However, Rob didn't linger at her pussy and he stood moving behind her. Her orgasm was suspended leaving her pussy twitching and dripping. Rob pressed his face against the side of her face and brushed his fingertips against her slightly rounded stomach, circling slowly her navel. 

From her navel his hands raised her tank top pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor. He molded her breasts with his hands and his lips rummaged around her hair, behind her ear with his lips kissing her with tiny, tasting, peregrinating kisses along her neck. Shelly, utterly silent, half-opened her mouth in delight and closed her eyes concentrating on his warm moving mouth. Shelley wondered if she would climax sooner. The mounting pleasure was unbearable as Rob doubled the pleasure by squeezing and fondling her breasts.

"Stay there longer, fondle them so they'll grow two inches more."

"Who cares about big momma's breasts, yours are perfect to me."

"Hmmm. That's nice to know." 

"I can smell your arousal. It's powerful and very enticing," he said as he pulled her lips from hers.

"Oh god, I'm dripping," she murmured under her ragged breathing. The moment she said that one hand of his traveled down and cupped her mound. His middle finger sank into her wetness and then drew circles around that bud and she moaned. This time Rob was initiating wild kisses into her lips entangling his tongue with hers and exchanging saliva and coffee breaths as she responded with ardor. Her arms were circled around his head giving Rob the liberty of enjoyment and full access of roving his hands all over her front al assets. 

"Get on the bed and I'll take off your jeans," his hard-on voice croaked. Shelly pivoted towards him and dropped her ass on the bed. She held out her legs and he knelt on the floor before her and pulled her boots firsts and then her jeans together with her panties. The sight of the twin halves of her precious pussy with her magnificent clit was drowning him in the pool of his desire. His hands touched her thighs, fingertips brushing from outer thigh to inner thigh. She could feel her wetness dripping down her and into her crack between her buttocks. Those fingers were coming closer to the tops of her thighs now and each stroke caused her breath to increase. At last his palm and fingers were smoothing down her soft mound tenderly making her feel wanting more. When he withdrew his hand she almost cried in anguish. 

"Hush baby," he said and silence fell again in the room. 

Shelly's mind couldn't concentrate on anything except her now burning lust to be fingered, licked and fucked to oblivion.

"Your pussy is so tightly close I may not be able to put even my finger in there," he teased as he pries open the lips.

"Oh Rob, I may still be a virgin but I'm no innocent of my pussy. Take off your damn clothes Rob and fuck me now," Shelly almost cried out pleading. 

Rob grunted as he stood before her and tore off his clothes. She propped herself on her elbows and her heart rate increased as each article of clothing dropped on the floor. At last Rob's bronze body was exposed. The V-shape of his upper body, the six-packed abs, the narrow hips and his masterful cock, thicker and longer than she could have believed, stood out and up from the dark hair between his legs. She drew in her breath, stunned, incredulous, unable to look away, shocked into immobility. 

Once again Rob grasped her breast and brought the nipple straight to his mouth. She gasped again as her erect nipple was engulfed by his mouth. His tongue flicking against the tip of nipple caused her to arch her back trying to push further into him. He licked each nipple in turn and caressed her breasts with tender fingers. 

Slowly his tongue traveled to her navel and there he spent some time kissing sucking and licking in and around it causing her to arch her back and moan with a deep need to be filled. "Ah, ah, ah!" Shelly cried out, on a wild and rising note.

His tongue then licked down to her tiny patch of bush. She gasped as she felt his breath on that most intimate part of her. Each side of the tops of her thighs was explored by that probing searching tongue as his hands made their way under her buttocks slightly lifting her to allow him better access of that of her most secret part. He gently blew on her flower and she gasped and moaned at the sensation. His tongue brushed expertly across her slit and up to the enormous clit. She cried out in ecstasy as he engulfed her clit in his mouth his tongue teasing it inside. Unbearable intensity of sensation rippled throughout her body as he teased her there with his tongue until she didn't know how much more she could take. 

Finally, he squeezed in his tongue into her tight vagina. Once inside it managed to wave side by side locating her g-spot. 

"Oh God, Rob, I think I'm going to pee, please get off me now as I might pee on your face."

"No you're not," he said after pulling out his tongue, his nose swirling around her engorged clit. "You can't pee when you're aroused," he said and inserted back his probing tongue. Rob could feel her g-spot swelling as he finger stroked her burgeoning clit. 

"Noooo! Rob, if you won't stop I'd really be going to pee on you." 

Rob didn't budge and worked her up even more until her hips arched up pushing up against him, his fingertip diddling faster over her big clit until her pussy spurted liquid that inundated his face. Shelly released a short grunt and a wild wail. Then she raised her face to look at Rob. 

"Sorry Rob, I told you."

"Nah, that ain't pee, you just came and it's your girly juice. How'd you like it, huh?"

"Oh god how can I describe? It's awesome," she said still breathing raggedly and squirming her hips against him as he continued pleasuring her with the flat of his tongue. 

Finally, when her climax dissipated Rob walked away to get a towel to wipe off her juice-covered face. With his cock a quarter erect now Shelly decided to give him a blow job so he could get hard and fuck her to complete her satisfaction and loose her damn virginity. 

When Rob got back to her she sank on her knees on the carpeted floor and held his half-swelled cock with her right hand, smearing it lovingly against her face and planting kisses all over it. It felt heavy and thick in her hand as she stroked it to full hardness. She added another hand to form a finger ring grip after the hand that wholly grasped the shaft. 

Shelly had attended before a blow-job class with a group of women eager to learn the art in order to please their husbands or lovers. In this class Shelly the youngest of the group was taught how to lick and suck a life-like organ made of latex and that was exactly like Rob's size and now she's eager to perform to him what she had learned. 

With her hands pumping his gorgeous cock in opposite direction, Shelly began swishing her tongue around the ridge where the head joins the shaft. Then she opened her mouth and took the head right inside so that it was pressed against her palette. She sucked it very gently, ran her tongue all around it and ‘fucked' it with her pursing lips. As she bopped her head backward and forward her hand was rubbing him with twisting stroke to give him ample pleasure inside her mouth. She never realized that doing this actually was fun and very arousing for herself that her pussy began dripping again. Rob could only watched and gasped at her adeptness of pleasuring his cock. 

"Look, the slit on the head of your cock is too small. I wonder if I could squeeze in even the tip of my tongue."

"What?"

"I'll try," she said and stretched open the tiny slit of the head and firmed the tip of her tongue to curl and wave lightly at its hole and tried to make its entry as gently as possible.

"Ohh god, oooh I can't stand that!"

Enflamed to prove more of her worth, she slid her tongue on the side like she was playing harmonica and under as she pushed the shaft against his body. His cold hairless balls were not spared by her precocious tongue. As his balls scrunched up she sucked each with just a gentle amount of pressure enough to make him grimace in bliss.

"Ohhh," Rob moaned deep in his throat and as she glanced up and showed him how his hard cock swelled out the side of her cheek. 

"Rob, I'd like you to come to my lips," she said flicking some quick licks at that thin ‘bridge' of skin under the urethra. "I want to taste your come. Get even with me and come all over my face," she hissed pumping him with a steady rhythm. 

Before he could speak a white thread streaked upward in the air zinging her face followed by globs of come jumping off his cock and brimming her pink lips. When she gobbled the head, she almost gagged and his copious come dribbled off her mouth to her chin. 

"I did it!" she exclaimed and smiled gleefully with a mouthful of cum. Her mouth looked like she slurped mozzarella cheese.

Rob knelt down and leveled his face to her and gave her kiss on her cum-filled mouth. 

"You really suck me out."

"I didn't realize it was fun to give blow jobs"

He smiled. "C'mon super princess, let's take a shower and get out of this mess," he said and led her to the bathroom.

Soon they were lying on the bed, she flat on her back while he was on one side, his body snuggled up to her. She had slipped on a CD in his player and a kind of very exotic sensual throbbing music filled the room.

"That's beautiful music like that dream I had.?"

"I was listening to it when you came into my room."

"Would you marry me?"

"Ah…um…no," she giggled. 

"Why?"

"You're the first guy who asked me that leaving me no choice. Secondly I'm still too young to enter marriage and thirdly, that sleepwalking habit of yours bothers me. I mean you might end up sleeping with another woman when you sleepwalked again. Rob, you're a wandering cock and I might not be able to handle that."

"I might be wandering like that but I don't just put my cock into anybody's pussy. She should be very special to me. I'm quite selective."

"Well, if you're talking marriage you'll have to wait for five years. I'm not just ready for that."

"Fair enough answer," he said, as he started nibbling the skin of her breasts. Her cringed areolas were almost occupied by her fat nipples. He drove one into her mouth and chewed gently on them. Shelly gasped as Rob had stoked again her lust engine. She closed her eyes as his fingertips slid down to her bush and then to her big clit. When her clit enlarged to gargantuan proportions Rob was down there again working out another big, explosive orgasm for her. He shoved his tongue in and out of her tight hole and then took her big clit into his mouth, suckling at it, and squirting it off. He even pushed both legs against her body and diddled and licked the pink star between the crack of her ass. 

"Rob why don't you fuck me, I want your dick inside me," she said squirming her hips as he worked his tongue over her sopping slit her thighs slung over his shoulders now.

"Get on all fours on the bed now!" He ordered. She did and eyed the shape of her gorgeous ass and those slick lips of her backside pussy. Once again he licked her pussy spreading her ass cheeks to the delight of all his senses. 

"Are you fixed?"

"What?" she said glancing over her shoulder.

"I mean are you on pill, diaphragm or IUD?"

"No, I brought some rubbers I stole from my brothers' drawer."

"So you're the rubber thief, hah?" he chuckled and slapped her ass which she loved.

"Do that one more time!" she asked. And he slapped the other cheek leaving an imprint of his hand. 

"Oww, that's a hard one!" she wailed.

"I'll get my own rubbers," he said and walked to retrieve one from the drawer of the bedside table.

He quickly slipped it by himself and the rubber was so transparent it looked like it was almost non-existent.

Shelly readied herself into the position and Rob entered her slowly, bit by bit and then he'd withdrew and let it just rest at the entrance. Rob took his time but this only built up Shelly's craving. Her pussy was all too much ready. So when Rob sank himself deeply into her and was making plopping noises as he went about with that thrusting rhythm it was all smooth sailing and the sensation was increasing to the max. To Rob sliding his cock to a virgin was the greatest experience in the world of sex. It didn't take long and Shelly's ass was writhing and she was crying out loud in torrents of ecstasy.

However Rob was in great control. He wanted to stay longer and come in the traditional missionary position so he ordered Shelly to lie on her back and hold her pussy to stretch out the lips. This time Rob sucked on her clit and drove her insanely close to climax. Then he pushed his cock inside her but no deeper and he'd pull it out and rest the tip by its entrance letting that little cum pouch to tease the folds of her pussy. He was merely sliding in his hard rod bit by bit and very slowly. When it was almost fully inside, he would retrieve it again and allow it to stay by the rim of her love hole and she would buck up her hips urging to push it back inside her.

At last, the ambient music that echoed in the room was punctuated by moans of Shelly's ecstasy. Rob was pure stud all the way. When the music reached the track "Atta Boy" Rob was slamming into her filling her pussy with his love muscle and there was no stopping. Shelly was thrashing her head left and right her face in pure agony of ecstasy as her hands were pinned down by Rob above her head as he pumped her away to finish line. When she climaxed Rob allowed her to jump up her pelvis against him like a shock absorber and let go of her hands so she could wrap them around him and he would kiss her while she was rocked by her orgasm. In the middle of her long climax Rob let go of his load and as he sighed deeply to his rip-roaring orgasm. 

After awhile Rob was filling her with his loving kisses all over from her lips to her perky breasts. When he discarded the condom they were engaged in sweet nothing conversation. 

"When you're fed up with your single life I'll be just around and glad to hear from you. Remember that ‘cos right now I do feel I love you."

"Bet on it ‘cos I feel that I love you too. Now what's the next agenda?"

"Put on any of the sexy swimsuits I have here while I make pizza."

"Swimsuits? Pizza! Can you?" She exclaimed gleefully. 

"With lots of mozzarella cheese along with the supreme toppings and then I'll take you for a ride and go fishing in the deep ocean if you like."

"And then we'll fuck again," she said.

To Rob's credit he was hard again.

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