56 comments/ 259893 views/ 29 favorites Valery's Date By: Dark Lord Surprised? While taken aback by the response, Valery really couldn't claim to be surprised by the lack of jealousy on her husband's part, and in all fairness to Dane - his lack of jealousy had always been something of a blessing. Valery was the kind of woman who attracted attention. Standing a shade under 5 ft 10 inches, she had what could be conservatively termed, a voluptuous figure. Dane always joked on the their first meeting was all about tits, legs, ass, and only then the face, since that was the order in which she caught his attention, stepping around her desk to greet him as he was shown into her office. Now at age 29, the brunette privately felt that she looked better than she had at age nineteen. Her 36C breasts showed only the sexiest hint of sag and her dark nipples were very responsive. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat, flaring into rounded hips that said "sexy woman" rather than "pretty girl". She kept her wiry pubic hair neatly trimmed, never going for the Mohawk cuts that seemed so fashionable every now and again. Her legs, though slim, were muscular and athletic, completing an ensemble that left most men feeling just a little intimidated. So here she was, telling her husband of six years about a young cashier making a pass at her – and not only was he not jealous - he was suggesting she take the youngster up on his coffee date offer! In truth Val was a bit miffed – Dane actually knew the cashier who had made a pass at her - or at least knew who she was talking about, he could at least have pretended to be a bit jealous – even if he was just doing so as a compliment to her. "Maybe I should mention that he also works out at my gym" she thought to herself, but that just sparked another pang of resentment – there was a time that Dane used to train with her - but these days he was kickboxing for pleasure – which was another thing she just didn't get – how could being hit in the face, be relaxing? "I'm serious - go if you wish - it might be fun!" Valery chose to ignore him as she made a brisk exit from his study. "Arsehole!" she thought to herself, stomping into her studio. She had never even considered the possibility of being unfaithful, but she couldn't shake the idea that Dane actually enjoyed the thought that her 'date' could turn into something more... "You can go fuck yourself tonight boyo" she growled quietly – she was not going to indulge his kinky quirks – not now, not ever! "Somebody must have been banging on his thick skull with a baseball bat, knocking every bit of sense out of that pea sized brain of his – the bastard was probably jacking of right now, foaming at the mouth at the thought of her and that kid...Arsehole!!..." ***** Before dawn the Friday morning, Valery was hammering away at the weights in the gym. Attacking the bench press, she was furious, her dark eyes spitting fire. As she was about to leave for the gym this morning, Dane announced that he was going to be out of town for the weekend, as he was going to help some of the club fighters in a national tournament. No warning, no consideration - just "I won't be here!" "Bastard!" she hissed, completing another rep, arms shaking with fatigue. "I hope you weren't speaking to me" came a voice, closely followed by a disarming smile and blue eyes. "I wasn't" Valery grunted, as she lowered the bar to her chest. This was the last thing she needed - the kid from the store. "Push!" Ralph said, lightly assisting her to push out yet another rep. Arching her back with effort, Valery felt the burn in her arms as she forced the bar to the top a last time. Arms locking out at the top, she felt Ralph guide the bar to its stays. Feeling it safely in place, she let go and sat up, grabbing her towel to wipe the sweat from her face and chest. "Would you mind giving me a hand?" Ralph asked, sliding more weights onto her bar. "Sure" she said, becoming even more irritated at his audacity to invite himself into her training regime. Settling onto the bench, the eighteen-year-old quickly wiggled into position and started pumping out warm up reps with effortless grace. Finished, he slipped some weights off the bar, adjusting the weight to better suit her. With a smile he gestured she should take her place on the bench. Grudgingly she did so. Looking upward as she grasped the bar, Val couldn't help but notice the bulge not too far above her face. The youngster seemed to have many big muscles... "Ready?" Valery nodded, positive that he had noticed her glance and seething at herself for having done so. The little pervert would probably see that glance as an invitation to harass her further. "Lower the bar further - it gives you better effect" Ralph was saying, as she completed the first rep. The second rep she did so, feeling the bar touch her chest. By the sixth rep her arms were on fire - but there was something else as well - she was experiencing an uncomfortable warmth at the intimacy of the situation. Every rep she lowered the bar to her chest, Ralph's hand came in contact with her cleavage, since he was providing a one-handed assist to the bar. "Good work, three to go!" Ralph said, changing to a two handed grip on the bar. "He thinks I can't do this" Val thought to herself - but something else was stirring in her mind as she lowered the bar. She could easily stop the rep halfway, but something made her lower the bar all the way, allowing the backs of his fingers to lightly touch with the swell of her breasts. Her face screwed up with concentration, she was a stunning sight to her training partner as she forced the bar - and his hands - off her chest. Her chest was slick with sweat, and as she was arching her back, the clinging spandex did nothing to hide the outline of her nipples, not to mention the swell of her sex, lower down. His muscle was stirring as well... Ten minutes later, they were on the last set of their bench presses. About to wipe herself down, Val caught Ralph's eye. "What?" He seemed embarrassed. "It is just that you look so nice - being wet and all - I was hoping you would stop drying yourself all the time." Suddenly there was electricity in the air. Val was angry - yet at the same time there was something else as well - a quickening of sorts. She slowly wiped her face, gathering her thoughts - and then lowered the towel. "You last set, Ralph" she said firmly. He quickly got into position, and started pumping out the reps. Three, four, five, six, he pumped them out, muscles straining and writhing, almost mesmerizing her. He was quite something to watch. Finished, he sat up, breathing deeply but evenly. Turning to her he asked, "I have to do some squats now - will you join me?" "I don't think so" Val replied quickly, not allowing herself even to consider the possibilities of that situation. "I will be doing some spinning, and then I am off." "Okay" Ralph said, obviously disappointed, "but call if you ever need somebody to assist." "I will" Val smiled, "thanks for the help this morning, I enjoyed it." "Probably not half as much as he did" she thought to herself, wondering why she even said that, knowing that it would serve as motivation for him to keep dogging her. The kid visibly perked up and she turned and walked to the stationary cycles. She could feel his eyes follow her all the way. "You are doing this because you are enjoying the attention Valery" she answered herself, but the wherefores and why's were not something she wanted to consider right now – in fact, she decided, it was something that would never ever come up again... Having selected her route program, Val settled into a steady rhythm, and almost instantly found herself breaking her newest vow by pondering the past fifteen minutes. Truth be told, the situation had been a turn-on for her. Flirting with the forbidden had sent her pulse racing – and her juices flowing. Her nipples felt like spring loaded walnuts – and had she decided to do the squats with Ralph it would have become dangerously intimate. Doing squats, it had it had to, what with the chest to back position that you had to assume when you assisted your partner... As the images flitted through her consciousness, she pushed herself to the limit in an attempt to block them out. Unfortunately, that didn't work well at all, since the rush of blood, combined with the friction of the seat, only seemed to worsen her dilemma. Knowing that he was there, and being only too aware of the glances he kept throwing her way as he moved about the gym, made it even worse. She felt like leaping off the bike and into the sauna, where she would promptly frig herself into a coma. Well that was the second best option... "What the hell am I doing?" She thought angrily to herself. This wasn't like her at all. She couldn't believe that a combination of exercise, and a few innocent touches could get her into this state. "Damn you Dane" she hissed – "this is your fault...!" Finally hearing the beeper go, Val started slowing down, allowing her body a chance to cool down properly. Watching Ralph, she knew he had noticed her slowing down. He seemed to be dithering aimlessly, but she could see the little gears turning in his head as he gathered his reserves. "Here it comes" she grinned to herself, as he approached her. "Sorry Val, I don't want to be a pest or anything, but...." he seemed to run out of steam, but then forged ahead, "I know you are married and all, but I was hoping that if you were not doing anything, you might want to go out with me sometime?" Val was thoughtfully scrutinizing his face, looking for something indefinable. He was right - she was married - but she also wasn't doing anything this weekend - thanks to her husband going on a brain bashing expedition. "I mean you can bring your husband if you want," Ralph was stammering, his face flushed. Val managed to keep herself from laughing, but could not suppress a smile. "God, am I making a complete ass of myself?" he grinned, trying to mask his embarrassment. Val softened, "Not hopelessly – in fact, maybe not at all. What did you have in mind if you took me out?" Ralph seemed to gain some composure back. "How about a movie and dinner?" "Sounds good" Val said, sliding off the bike, "pick me up at seven, 353 Mountainview Drive." Walking to the change rooms, she couldn't believe what she had just done – Dane wanted her to be adventurous, and now she was giving the bastard his wish. "No I'm not" she admonished herself, "All I am doing is not staying home, waiting to serve at the beck and call of his Lordship, the Duke of Absence" But did that make her the Duchess of Abstinence? And what about her reaction to Ralph's assistance with the bench presses, and that business with not wiping the sweat off her – what was that? ***** A quarter to seven that evening, Ralph was at the front gates. Val was nervous as she opened the door - but not nearly as nervous as Ralph appeared to be. He seemed ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble - trouble being an angry husband, she suspected. Obviously he had gone to a lot of trouble to appear his best - and he had done a very good job of it. Bashfully polite, his 6-ft 3" of well-proportioned musculature was also a decade her junior. Again she was wondering exactly what she was doing. What was her purpose with this "adventure"? She had no intention of anything happening between them - of that she was certain - but why did she go to so much trouble to look her best, and why the butterflies in her stomach? Getting home early, she had spent almost two hours preparing. She had showered and shaved her legs - even trimmed her bush - not that was going to be anywhere near on display. No man other than her husband had ever seen her naked - and that was not going to change. She had selected fine lace black underwear - the type which would have given Dane an instant hard-on. Her matching black and white miniskirt and blouse complimented her figure perfectly (and the zipper on the front of the blouse allowed easy access to her breasts - not at all a factor in her choice though.) Her high heel sandals left her legs bare, and - and shown off at their best. Goose-bumps raised on her buttocks as the breeze brushed across her G-string clad rump. She looked fantastic - and she knew it. She felt another twinge of apprehension but it was too late to back out now, even if she wanted to, for any reason. She resolved that she would enjoy the outing and he would enjoy the thrill of at last getting his 'date'. At the end of the night she would let him down easy - but hopefully he would get the message before then. "I'll grab my stuff, and then we can be on our way." Ralph seemed much more at ease once they were in his little Toyota and on their way. By the time that they reached the mall, not too far from her house, they were chatting away like old friends. He told her that he had bought tickets for a movie - he didn't know what her taste was, so he hoped that she would approve of his choice. She also caught the glances he was stealing at her - and enjoyed every moment of his admiration - though she had no intention of showing it. Once inside, Ralph suggested that they get something to drink before the show, so they ended up nursing milkshakes at one of the ice-cream shops. Val also noticed the attention they were drawing. At first she ascribed it to the age difference - but then realized that the attention was not judgmental – it was the fact that they made a striking couple. By the time that they entered the theatre, she knew that he had no girlfriend at present, what his career intentions were, as well as all those other things that she had forgotten were usually shared on a first date. She reflected on how staid she had become, as they settled into their seats. At one time she and Dane had also shared such chats and dreams – now they were permanently occupied with surviving into the next month. It was a sad condemnation of modern life. As the lights dimmed and the ads started, Ralph leaned over every now and again, to whisper some inconsequentiality to her - something she hoped he would stop doing once the movie started, since it had always irritated her. Luckily he did. A few minutes into the movie, she became aware of his fidgeting. It also dawned on her that she was paying more attention to his restlessness, than to the screen. She almost burst out laughing as she realized what the problem was - a problem she had last encountered at the age of sixteen. He was trying to figure out how to go about taking her hand without him losing some teeth. Val actually felt a twinge of sympathy for him. He was young and she was actually using him for her amusement – or to get back at Dane, or to boost her flagging ego – whichever option she preferred. Dane had always told her that being the hunter wasn't as easy as women thought – and watching Ralph sweat it out, she had to pity the youngster. But no matter how much pity she took on him, this was the bed he made, and he had to lie in it – she wasn't going to lead him on any further. He wanted to undertake the adventure of dating an older, married woman - so he had to deal with the consequence. Any further assistance on her side would only create an uncomfortable situation later. Leaving him to his plight, Val tried to concentrate on the movie. But she couldn't. Ralph was making heavy weather of it, taking a full 45 minutes to at last achieve arm to arm contact. Val was in a quandary as well. On the one hand she wanted out of this situation immediately - it was dangerous. On the other, she had to admit that she was flattered by the attention - and more than slightly pissed at Dane. He was the one that suggested she pursue this "adventure". He was the one that had to piss off to some boxing tournament, instead of being here to take care of his homework... Ralph softly took her hand... The moment of truth... Val left her hand where it was – no harm, no foul – this was as far as it would go – she would see to that... Slowly the thudding of her heart quieted, and she refocused on the screen, only too aware of the power of the big young hand now entwined with hers. Those fingers were long and thick... ***** As the credits rolled and the lights came on, the usual stampede started for the doors. Val and Ralph waited patiently for their turn to join the stream heading for the exit. Stepping into the human-river, Ralph moved in front of her, again taking her hand to prevent them being separated. Politely, but firmly, he moved through the crowd, parting it like an icebreaker on its way to an arctic base. Val had to admit that she enjoyed being looked after in such a way again. It wasn't as if Dane did not care for her - it was more a question of independence respected and something lost in the deal. It had been some time since she had been the centre of such attention - not that it was Danes' fault - that was just the way things seemed to turn out once you have been married for a while. Right now Ralph made her feel special. He made her feel vulnerable, small and all those other things that gave her a warm feeling that she had not felt for some time - and she was enjoying it. Besides, nothing untoward had transpired to date, nor would it later – she was in control of the situation and if he started getting frisky, she would deal with him immediately. Outside, Ralph did not let go of her hand. Instead, he steered her in the direction of the restaurant where he had apparently made reservations. Val gave a small smile at his newfound confidence. She doubted that he was making any assumptions - he didn't seem the kind - it was probably more a sense of achievement and a dash of chivalry. Besides, it did no harm - she could deal with this shy eighteen-year-old. If he was so boosted by holding her hand, he could be taken down as easily as well. Besides, she was enjoying the adventure as well. Had she actually admitted it? A mental shrug, and she put it aside. The fact was she enjoyed walking through this crowd, holding the hand of this young stud, running the risk of seeing any of several acquaintances. It was Friday evening and since this complex was so close to home, there had to be people who knew her wandering about. Maybe this was the excitement that Dane wanted her to experience. She had forgotten what it felt like to be excited to be in somebody's company - and she vowed that at the end of the evening she would thank Ralph for that, and take it back into her marriage. Settling into a corner booth of a nice little restaurant she had only visited once before, Val decided that she wasn't angry at Dane anymore. In all probability she owed him something of an apology. In all fairness she had to accept the major portion of the blame for the deterioration of their relationship. She was the boring one - not him. He was at least still trying – that's why she was here – but she would be damned if she was going to admit it to him – the best he was going to get out of her was a ceasefire. Happy with that resolution, she settled back to enjoy the rest of the evening. Ralph was a nice kid, she hoped he wouldn't take it too hard that this was as far as it was going to go... An hour later Val had to admit that she was enjoying herself - more than she had hoped. Ralph was good company, and had a wicked sense of humour. Sitting at right angles to each other, at such a small table, they were close enough to each other to discuss anything without fear of being overheard. (Such proximity also made occasional touches inevitable, so they were to be treated as such) The meal was delightful. They had started with some wine while looking the menu over, and then had their starters. Valery's Date Unlike most restaurant meals, the pace of the evening was unhurried. They did not even consider the possibilities for their main course until the remains of the starters had been removed, and the same went for dessert. By the time that the waitress removed the empty desert bowls, Val felt a distinct buzz - thanks to a wine glass that somehow had remained full the entire evening. She was at best an occasional drinker, and right now she was some way beyond her usual maximum of two glasses. She knew that had it not been for the food, she would have been seriously slobberknockered by now. Prudence would have advised against such excess on a first date - especially in the company of a youngster who wanted to get into her pants. She enjoyed Ralph's cautious advances, the touch of his leg against hers under the table, and the occasional touches as they spoke. Had she not been married, she would probably have been more than a little interested - in spite of his age and subsequent lack of experience, counting against him. (Or was it the other way around? Her mind was somewhat foggy on this point...) Had she considered him to be a danger, she wouldn't have done this, but he was really nice, and he had been a perfect gentleman throughout the entire evening. She had made it clear that she was happily married, with no intention to cheat on her husband – this was only a night out with a friend, and he had been very gracious about it. So Val settled for being a bit of a flirt, allowing him a glance down her cleavage, as she leaned forward to say something, or allowing a touch to linger just a moment longer than necessary. As for Ralph, he seemed totally unaffected by the wine, except for all signs of his nervousness having disappeared. He was quick-witted, funny and very charming. He also enjoyed word-games and innuendo, and they had been at it all evening. "She seems very interested in you" Val remarked, as the waitress, having deposited their liqueurs, disappeared to the back to prepare their bill. The waitress had been closer to positively doe-eyed. "Won't help her any" Ralph smiled. "She has no chance - and she knows it. She could never measure up to you." Smile, compliment – smile, thanks. When the bill arrived, Val drew the small folder closer to her. "No, you don't" Ralph said, his hand closing over hers. "This is my treat, I really enjoyed your company and I did the begging - if you remember?" Val had to laugh at that. "I remember - but you were very convincing. Still, without trying to offend you, my budget can handle this better than yours can, so allow me to contribute." "You are a nice lady Val" he smiled, "but my young ego would never survive. Tell you what, you make us some coffee later, and we'll call it quits." "You win" she conceded, enjoying the easy banter that now existed between them. Having paid the bill, they headed for the door. This time, Val did not even think of refusing the arm that Ralph offered her. If nothing else it helped camouflage the slight unsteadiness in her step. Outside the area was much quieter. Slowly strolling past the closed shops of the mall, they enjoyed the window displays, pausing every now and again to scrutinize something. Val wasn't sure at which point Ralph slipped his arm around her, but as they entered the parking lot she had her arm around his waist, and he had an arm around her shoulders. Reaching the car, he unlocked the door for her. "Thanks Val, it has really been a great evening - even if you only agreed to it to get me off your back." "Not true" Val responded playfully, turning to face him "At least not in its entirety. I also enjoyed myself." Suddenly, facing each other in the semi-darkness, there was electricity in the air. Looking into his eyes Val felt a small shiver run down her spine as she suddenly realised the inevitability of the moment. She should never have let things get to this point - but Ralph was already leaning forward - and lightly brushed his lips across hers. "Thanks anyway" he smiled, ushering her into the car, leaving her in a dazed silence. ***** The trip home was an uneventful but quiet one. Val's thoughts were racing. She had gotten herself into a pickle back there - and she was let off the hook because he was a gentleman. How did she feel about that? A part of her was pissed, she realized with shock. A part of her wanted Ralph to do something more - needed that reassurance that she was still desirable. Stupidity, another small voice answered - but she could not deny the excitement she had felt throughout the evening - throughout the day as she had anticipated the evening. She would have a lot to think about, once Ralph dropped her off at home. Reaching her house, Valery used the remote control to open the gates and Ralph drove up to the front door. Switching off, he hopped out and opened her door. Ushering her to the front door, Val was thinking of how she was going to handle the goodbye, when Ralph remarked how he needed that cup of coffee now. "I probably had a bit more wine than usual" he laughed "but that's your fault - being such captivating company." Val was on the spot. Saying no would be rude - and she had offered him the cup of coffee in the restaurant - or did he make sure that she agreed to one? It didn't really matter - she could not extricate herself gracefully at this point - and he didn't deserve the alternative just because she could not establish and enforce boundaries. "Well, then I better make it a decent pot of coffee, don't you think?" she responded. Ralph followed Valery into the kitchen, taking a seat in the breakfast nook, while she busied herself with the coffee. She enjoyed a decent cup herself, so she rarely drank instant - preferring to grind her beans just before putting the coffee into the percolator. Moving about the kitchen she was very aware of Ralph's eyes following her every move. They had hardly spoken a word since entering the house - and she could feel the tension rising again. Val was more aware of herself than she had been in a long time. Standing tiptoe to reach something, she could feel her calf muscles flexing - and held the pose so that he could enjoy the sight. Turning in profile, she knew that he couldn't miss the fullness of her breasts, or the firmness of her butt. What amazed her was the fact that she wanted to show herself off like this - she was getting off on his attention. "What on earth are you trying to do?" a small voice cautioned - but she was long past listening to small voices - right now she was fully enjoying the moment. Finishing the preparations for the coffee, she waited for the percolator to start its spluttering. Looking out the window into the darkness, she caught a glimpse of a movement in the reflection of the glass. It was Ralph rising from his chair. Val's heart thundered. She knew exactly what was happening, and with a start realized that this was what she had wanted the whole day - from the moment they had started bench pressing this morning, right up to the moment she had seen him move behind her. But now that the moment was here, she was terrified. She froze, watching his shape come up behind her. The touch of his hands on her upper arms sent a jolt of electricity through her. But she did not turn, nor she did not brush him off. Softly he began stroking her arms, pulling her closer to his own warmth. "If you don't want this, tell me now" he whispered, nuzzling her neck. "We shouldn't be doing this" she said softly, arching her back ever so slightly. "That is not what I asked you" Ralph replied, putting his arms around her. Val did not answer. He held her like that for some time, before beginning to kiss her neck again. Slowly he tilted her head back, exposing her neck and jaw line, all the while planting light kisses closer to her mouth. The first kiss flitted across her lips like a butterfly - and ignited the fire that she had known would burn out of control ever since he had taken her hand in the theatre. Hearing her groan was his final signal. Ralph pulled her head back firmly against his chest and kissed her deeply. Valery could feel could feel his hard chest against her back, his hot tongue scalding her mouth - and his hands beginning their exploration of her body. As his hands slid down her arms and onto her hips, she became aware of a firmness prodding her in the back. Ralph was obviously also excited. As his hands explored her abdomen, she arched her back more, pushing her butt firmly against him. His reply was to slide his hands up slowly - and for the first time she felt her breasts cupped in those strong young hands. He was on a roll now, pausing for the briefest moment, and then finding the zipper on the front of her blouse, and pulling it down, very slowly, and very deliberately. For the briefest moment she panicked, knowing that no man except Dane had ever undressed her, but Ralph's hands were on her upper arms again, shushing her, while his mouth was devouring the side of her neck. Relaxing her arms, she felt him sliding her blouse off - and then his hands were on her shoulders, sliding down to cup her breasts, taking her bra with them. Looking at her reflection in the window, she saw her breasts in the hands of an excited young man - and she was on fire. Valery was squirming, Ralph's fingers were drawing sparks from her nipples – then he bit firmly into her shoulder, drawing yet another shudder from her. Her nipples were standing almost painfully at attention as his nimble fingers puckering them into dark nubbins. As he slid his hands down, her breasts stood proud. He drew a another gasp from her as his hands brushed over her short skirt, and then reversed their course, drawing her scant covering with them. Instinctively, she reached down to stop him, but he only gathered her wrists into one hand and moved them out of the way. Still holding her wrists, he pulled her arms upward behind her head, while the other kept her skirt up, exposing her lacy G-string to all who want to look. Holding her in this position, he attacked her mouth again - and Valery took the battle to him. A tongue duel ensued, with her invading his mouth. When he let go of her hands, she pulled his face even tighter into hers, moaning into his mouth. And then she felt his fingers slide into her panties, parting her fleshy lips in a single smooth move. Gasping, she reached down to stop him, but this time he guided her hand behind her back. "Rather take care of this" he mumbled and she grasped his shaft through the barrier of his pants. It was the first penis other than her husbands that she ever touched, so she had little real experience in size - but it felt big enough to make her shudder. Ralph's fingers were turning her into liquid though. He was stroking her slick lips firmly, sliding a middle finger ever so slightly into her opening on every downward stroke - and she was dripping. She put her other hand behind her back, trying to contain, or free, the monster that was nestling in her hand. Suddenly Ralph's hands were on her shoulders again, turning her around to face him. He drew her up in a furious kiss, locking her arms around his neck, as her breasts were crushed against his chest. She was already standing tiptoe, but as his hands cupped her butt and pulled her closer, she rose even more. Suddenly he was un-clipping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Feverishly he unzipped the skirt, sliding down her body, pulling the skirt off along with her panties. For a moment she wondered what she must look like, naked, with this huge young man towering over her - and then his lips latched onto her breast. All coherent thought disappeared and time came to a standstill, as he seemed to suck her liquid core right up into her breast. She was hardly aware of him picking her up, and carrying her into the lounge. Depositing her on the couch, he splayed her legs open and leaned forward. Even before she realized what he was about to do, his tongue slashed her from stem to stern, causing her to convulse upward with a small cry. She had never been one to enjoy oral sex, feeling too self-conscious and exposed, but right now her insecurities were the furthest thing from her mind. Ralph's mouth was playing a symphony on her sensitive core. He would nibble her outer lips, sometimes sucking them hard into his mouth. Then he would tongue his was down to her slickness to her clit, worrying it until she felt like screaming and as suddenly he would dive for her opening. Sucking her into his mouth, he stabbed his tongue into her as far as he could. Swirling his tongue around inside of her, Valery was bucking like crazy, clutching his head to her, grinding his nose against her. Ralph held her tightly against him, swallowing her nectar, kneading her firm butt. Val had never felt so perfectly in control of an out-of-control situation. Looking down at him as he was tongue-fucking her for all he was worth, she felt the onset of a serious orgasm. Grabbing his head, she pulled him as tightly into her as she could, clamped her legs around his head, and surrendered to the flood. Panting and groaning as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, any reservations she still might have had about this encounter, were drowned. Ralph kept up the pace until he felt her reach a shuddering end, slowing only as he felt her relax. Feeling her legs go limp, he withdrew from her core, now flicking his tongue all over her outer lips, lapping at her like a slow tide. Her thundering heart coming down to a steady beat, Valery smiled her thanks at him. Seemingly satisfied with his performance, he stood up, staring down at her lewdly spread body with hungry eyes. "Don't move" He commanded - now everything but a shy boy. She knew that he had played her perfectly and she had gone along with it only too happily. It was far too late for second thoughts now – and he did deserve a just reward for his performance. Seemingly he had something in mind already... Pulling off his shirt, he took his time, displaying himself to her in all his glory. He had the right to be proud of his physique - and his sheer size made her feel small and vulnerable - a feeling she enjoyed. Then followed the pants and then at last he revealed his ultimate prize. Val was not about to rush off and find a ruler to take measurements - but it was big enough that she felt the thrill of fear pass through her at the thought of having to accommodate him. Having given birth, she knew that she had to be capable of handling something that big - but this was not giving birth. Seeing him stroke his rod, she felt a warm rush in her sex. Involuntarily her hand moved to rub herself, then stopped. Looking at her through lust-clouded eyes Ralph's eyes wandered all over her, taking in her heaving breasts, the sweep of her abdomen, and stopping at her glistening sex. "Rub yourself" he commanded. Val hesitated. "Do it!" he rasped – and she did. Tentatively at first, then boldly, she touched herself in the way she wanted to be touched by him. Watching her, Ralph seemed mesmerized, watching her fingers dance about herself, glistening in the lights. Seeing her hips begin their hunching motion, he took her cue. She could see in his eyes that he knew exactly what she wanted now - she wanted to be fucked - plain and simple. And Ralph delivered. Firmly spreading her legs, he threw a leg over each shoulder, positioned himself, and entered her with a single smooth movement. Valery felt as if heaven had slipped into her sex. In spite of his size there had been no pain, no discomfort – only the pleasure of being fuller than she had ever been before. Ralph had her firmly under control, stroking deeply into her core, bouncing her breasts around as he pistoned into her. He had her going at just the right pace to reach a place that she had never been before. Drawing his head down to her breasts, she felt his hot mouth streak from nipple to nipple, trebling the intensity of the wave already building inside her. With her legs spread wide by his shoulders, and his elbow on the couch next to her head, stopping any escape in that direction, all she had to move were her arms. They were clutching him to her, urging him to drive the same meat she had been afraid of minutes earlier, deeper into her. Never before had she experienced anything like this - and now she wanted more. Holding her trapped like that, Ralph slipped his free hand around to her ass, squeezing her butt, in rhythm to his pounding. The firm platform his hand provided drew her ever closer to the edge. She could feel his fingers sliding up to her opening, where his cock was wreaking havoc, and then spreading her juices down her crack and around her tightly puckered butt. Not thinking about what he was doing, she felt the wave crest over her. Crying out as her orgasm broke, Val was bucking wildly. Holding her down Ralph smoothly impaled her on his middle finger, while driving himself as deeply into her as he could. Valery felt her consciousness fall away as his finger duelled with his dick, separated only by a thin barrier of flesh, pounding her with heat from all sides... ***** As she finally managed to gather her wits about her, Val became aware of Ralph's hands, already working their magic again. Stroking her breasts, sides, nuzzling her neck, he was still inside her, and hard as a rock. Either he was very quick to recover, or his control had not allowed him to come yet. Which one did not really matter though - his firm stroking had resumed - and she too was beginning to respond. Suddenly Ralph withdrew, sat up, and gestured at her to swap positions. Val did so in a flash, ready to return the favour to him, but he guided her firmly back onto his cock. The change of the angle did wonderful things for her, filling her from different directions and soon had her bouncing up and down with more abandon. Ralph reached for her breasts, filling his hands with her bouncing globes. Firmly rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, she felt as he could drive her to orgasm just by doing that. Suddenly he rose, supporting her with one hand, the other drawing her face to his for a passionate kiss. "Time for a change" he mumbled into her mouth, heading for the door. "You are nuts!" she gasped, realizing that he was heading outside, "Somebody will see us!" "Wouldn't that be fun!" he replied, laughing. Val felt a heady rush of excitement at the risk. Ralph stepped outside, with her wrapped around his waist. The cool night air was a sensory awakening - and then he laid her back on the bonnet of his car, for anybody passing in the street, or looking over a wall to see. Gathering her hands together, he pulled her wrists above her head, trapping her on his dick, while he resumed his slow pounding. At each stroke her breasts bounced and jiggled, drawing sighs from deep within her. Val could feel another crescendo approach, when again he withdrew. Opening her eyes, she caught another of his smiles as he turned her over. A moment later he was spreading her legs so wide that the only way she could maintain her balance was with the support of her hands. This time he entered her from behind, stroking even more forcefully, while his hands gathered her swinging breasts, kneading them firmly and tugging her nipples every so often. Val felt wanton - and completely alive. Ralph's one hand slipped between her legs, firmly massaging her lips and teasing her clit. She could sense that this time he wasn't teasing, as he built up his momentum. Stroke after stroke pounded her, sending orgasm after orgasm on their course. Once or twice he slipped out of her overheated sex, stroking upward between her buttocks, but he did little more than probe her sphincter, sensing he was probably too big for comfort. To date Val had never even liked Dane touching her there, so she was more than happy to feel him return his tool where she enjoyed it most. Valery's Date Soon his pounding became yet another sensory overload, almost lifting her off her feet. She could feel another huge orgasm building, hoping that he would hold out until she got there. Ralph did not disappoint her. "I.......am.......coming!!!!!" she almost screamed as the wave finally broke. Her sex was convulsing uncontrollably around his shaft, and all power seemed drained from her arms and legs, forcing him to keep her cradled to him, for fear of her slipping to the ground. ***** It seems to be a very long time before her shaking legs seemed anything approaching capable of supporting her. Val also became aware of the fact that Ralph was still inside her - and still as hard as iron. "My God Ralph" she sighed, "Are you the energizer bunny, or don't you know how to get off?" He laughed as he moved his dick around inside her. "I try to please ma'am!" "You are delightful, sir - but you are not performing with the skill attributable to a shy boy – you were acting earlier!" He laughed again. "It is what you wanted, wasn't it?" Val couldn't argue. Anything else and she would not be riding this young stud's stallion - that was certain. "A perfect seduction?" she enquired, looking into his eyes, looking for something. "Yes" he replied simply, "And one I will never forget and always respect." Reaching behind her to cup his balls, Val slipped off his dick. "Not quite perfect yet," she quipped, as she turned him around to sit on the bonnet of his car. "You have gone to great pains to please me - now it is my turn." Slipping closer to him, Valery slowly started stroking his length. Sucking his left nipple into her mouth, she drew a gasp from him. A firm bite drew another, as his hand came up to cradle her head to his chest, while the other played her own nipples. For a few minutes she continued this torture, switching from nipple to nipple, while alternating between stroking and squeezing his cock. Every now and again she would slip the head between her still slick sex lips, making him think that he was about to hit jackpot, and then slipping away again. Finally she knelt in front of him, looking at the muscle that had given her so much pleasure. Deciding to set the right tone, she popped the head of his dick into her mouth, and sucked hard. He gasped as if hit in the gut. Releasing him after a few seconds, she started tonguing him, while working more of him into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, and it was driving her wild. Slowly drawing him out of her mouth, she was alternating between light bites and tongue swirls. Taking him out of her mouth, she flicked lightly at the tip of his dick. He convulsed as if shocked. Having found this most sensitive point, she took him back into her mouth, stroking up and down on him with both mouth and hand. Feeling him hunching against her more urgently, she tightened her grip, not ready to let him come just yet. Slipping a hand between her own moist thighs, she started stroking herself rebuilding her own crescendo. Ralph's reply to her ministrations was more groaning and trembling. Feeling him convulse, she tightened her grip on his base again, not allowing him release. Not yet, she thought to herself, but soon. Ralph had his hands on her head, urging her on, every muscle in his body now straining and begging for release – and then she let go of the base of his dick, allowing the blood to course freely. The effect was instantaneous. Within a few seconds she could feel his penis thickening even more, stretching her mouth to its' limit. As she felt the first ripple of his approaching orgasm, Valery concentrated on sucking just the head of his man-meat, repeatedly flicking her tongue across the tip. The effect was dramatic. Ralph started whipping to and fro like a flag in a hurricane, and then violently exploded in her mouth. Sucking wildly on him, she couldn't believe it as another orgasm rushed onto her from nowhere. Blast after blast of cum drowned her mouth, but she loved every moment, tasting his pleasure as her own ebbed and flowed, knowing that this was but the first step of a journey into as yet undefined pleasure, with no hope or interest of ever turning back...