Kneeling between her legs, I lean into her to get my mouth and hands to her breasts. I lick and suck on one, then the other. "These really are fabulous breast," I tell her and then start kissing down her stomach to get at her pussy. I use my hands to pull her open a little. "Lisa, remember Heather, the first woman I brought home after you moved in? I've always thought she had the most beautiful pussy ever. Your coloring is a little different but yours is just as beautiful, it's probably a tie. But both of you are extremely edible and I'm sure you're delicious." With that I quit talking and go to work. licking inside her. She is delicious. I have to admit every pussy I've eaten has been delicious, just some more so than others.
She reacts as I would expect. Once I get my tongue flicking on her clit and a finger sliding into her, her legs start to close on me and she starts almost jumping and moaning, then into low screams. Her legs tighten and loosen on either side of my head. She gets juicier and juicier. I get my hands around her ass and hold on as I try to almost devour her pussy, pulling out my finger and sucking the whole thing and then sliding it back in and pulling her clit with my lips. Then putting another finger into her, moving them constantly as I work on her clit. She cums. Really cums, puts out enough for me to get my fingers out and my mouth down a little to suck up a lot of it.
She says, "Fuck me, Ted, fuck me," and I get my mouth back to her clit and three fingers into her vagina and start working on her all over again. She's screaming and bouncing, her legs waving around, clamping my head between her thighs at times. She cums again and this time I pull back and quickly rise up enough to get my cock aimed into her and then shove it all the way into her in one long, slow stroke. Her legs come around my back. While I shove into her, I also shove her whole body back onto the bed more until we're in the standard missionary position and I can get some good leverage to continue pumping into her.
She moves her feet off my butt and onto the bed so she can start pushing her hips back at me, fucking me back as I fuck her. This goes on and on, I can see some perspiration on her forehead and I'm sure I'm perspiring, too. It's great but it's work. She's tight. My cock is held tight, grasped by her insides. She starts to use internal muscles or something because I can feel her insides sort of rippling on me, hugging me tighter and then loosening a little, milking my cock to help get me to shoot some sperm into her. While I love the feeling and I'm sure she does, too, it reminds me that the true reason behind all of this is to reproduce. I've assumed she's on the pill, but is she?
"Are you on the pill, Lisa?" I ask.
"Yes, yes, just fuck me, fuck me," she answers, almost yelling. So I do. I pound into her as hard and as fast as I can. She's really screaming, making unintelligible, guttural noises, her hips pushing back. Then she cums again. I can feel it. Her insides really grab me tight and as I continue to move inside her they work at milking my cock until I cum, too. I push in as far and as tight as I can and hold it as I shoot off several times. As hot and as hard as we were working a moment ago all of a sudden we both relax, almost collapse. I pull out of her and roll to the side. She rolls toward me and gets one leg up over me. I can feel her leaking onto my thigh, her one breast pressing against me. "Oh, wow, Ted," she says, "that was great."
I get my arm around her and roll slightly so that we're facing one another. Her one leg is still up over me, my flaccid cock is against her pubic hair, her breasts are both against my chest and we kiss and hold one another. I slide one hand down to feel her butt. "Once we rest a moment or so, would you like to do it again?" I ask.
"Oh, again and again and again," she says, grinning and then kissing me and holding me tight to her. After a couple of minutes, we both head to my bathroom. She sits on the toilet and tries to clean herself, I wash my cock and face at the sink. I have to lean over her slightly to put a towel back on its bar and she grabs my cock and brings her face to it. She's sitting on the toilet, licking my cock and getting her lips around it while I'm almost sideways to her. I'm not erect and I know I'm not going to be for at least a few minutes, even if she continues to play with it.
"I will get up again but not right away," I tell her. "Maybe we could make some sandwiches or soup or something." That seems o.k. because she lets go of my cock and stands up, flushing the toilet and the paper she's been using, and we head to the kitchen, still both naked. I have my arm around her shoulders, she has her hand on my butt. We both use the kitchen all the time so as I get the bread and lettuce out she grabs the mayonnaise and sliced sandwich meat. We make fairly simple sandwiches in not time and sit at the kitchen table to eat them.
"Its interesting," she says, "that in one way you did exactly what other guys have done but you do it differently so I get even more aroused, I think. Whatever, it was really great."
"You have a gorgeous body, Lisa, I just want to appreciate it and make sure you know that I appreciate it. Yes, there are only so many things two people can do together but there are different ways to do them. I try to make sure that I let the female know that she's special, that I want to make her happy as well as satisfy my own urges. I think some guys are so busy meeting their own needs they may not try and meet the girls needs, too. But it all works out better if you both try to make the other one enjoy it all. " We finish our sandwiches.
"How about dessert?" I ask. As she ponders it for just a second, I get up and go to her and help her stand and then lift her slightly to get her to sit on the table. I then get between her legs, sit down on a chair and get my face to her pussy. "You're delicious so I think you'll make the best dessert possible," I say as I get my tongue into her and start licking.
As I lick her, she asks me, "Which do you prefer, fucking me or me sucking you?"
"I like them both," I tell her, interrupting my tongue working on her clit.
"So do I," she says. "If I should do things that make you happy, I'm just trying to decide, when you finish eating me to orgasm, should we fuck or should I suck you to orgasm? I'll be very happy with either."
"Then make it both. I'll last quite a while this time, so suck me for ten minutes or so and then we can fuck from then on. Or maybe fuck for ten minutes and then you suck me to orgasm. Do you want me to finish up in your vagina or your mouth?"
"What a delectable choice. I guess this time I'll say mouth."
I slide a second finger into her while I keep my tongue working her clit. Her vagina is really tight but then she's a relatively small girl. She's done talking, too busy moaning and making odd noises. I think it might be hard to tell from a recording whether a girl is having an orgasm or is being hurt, both bring uncontrolled loud noises. Maybe the difference is that she never yells 'stop' during the orgasm. Anyway, I'm soon getting a very sticky face from her. I straighten up some and get my cock aimed into her and push my way through that tight canal.
She wraps her legs around my waist. Pushing as far into her as I can, I grab that lovely ass of hers and pick her off the table and almost stagger over to the refrigerator. I push her back against the stainless steel and start to pump into her, holding her up with my cock and pressing her against the door. Her weight causes her to drop slightly on each of my out strokes so as I push back in I'm forcing my way back into her tight, warm, moist vagina but also lifting her some with my cock as the lifting tool.
I remember being told to use my legs and not my back when lifting a heavy load. That's what I'm doing, to some extent, while fucking Lisa standing up. I'm bending my knees and then straightening them as well as shoving with my ass. I like this. I've been having all of my sex in my bedroom, almost always on the bed unless we roll off onto the floor. But this standing up is very sexy. Our main torsos are tight against each other, I can feel those large breasts against me. Her legs are wrapped around me, partly holding her up and partly making sure I don't pull out too far. She uses those legs to help pull me in while I'm pushing in. I guess she likes this, too.
After a couple minutes, I pull out completely. "Turn around and lean against the door with your hands," I say
to her, "and push your ass out at me so I can get in you again." She does exactly that and I manage to shove my cock right back into that lovely hole. I lean over her slightly and get my hands to her breasts and hold them and feel them as I continue to fuck her. In order to get at it faster and harder, I straighten up after a while, hold her hips, and bang into her as hard as I can. She shoves back at me. I can feel her insides grabbing me. I've managed to get her to another orgasm. I pound into her another short time and then pull out and back up and sit on a chair, my cock and balls hanging out into space, my legs spread. "Your turn, now," I say.
She grins big and gets down on her knees and gets her mouth open wide and swallows as much of me as she can get in one movement. She goes to work with her mouth and hands. Nothing gentle and sexy now, just working me hard toward orgasm and a mouthful. I last a little longer than I expected but finally shoot off, giving her a much smaller load than the first time. I get up and help pull her up, put my arms around her, hold her and kiss her. "I'm done for awhile," I tell her. "Time for some sleep. Do you want to go back to your bed or come to mine?"
"Oh, come to yours, for sure. I'll sleep, too, but when we wake we can do this again." Which is exactly what we do. Some hours later I'm, awakened by her sucking on me so I move us around to get at her also and we 69 for ten minutes or so and then she climbs on me and rides me cowgirl style before we both take a shower, get dressed and set out for the day.
The next night she comes home late, out on a date I assume, trying to line up her next lover. The following night, we spend together. The night after that, she's again out late but I have Alison with me. The night after that she brings home another young man, not a whole lot different than Boyd. This one is named Corey and also looks to me a little like a wrestler. I guess she likes muscles and maybe likes guys who aren't real tall. They disappear into her room and I never see them again. He's apparently gone by the time I have breakfast the next morning. She has that same self satisfied smile on her face so I assume the night was a success. I'm just glad that she's found some one else to have sex with, it frees me to continue my pattern.
The next night, Carla comes back and Lisa sees her but doesn't have a date herself. The next morning, Carla has breakfast with me and I drive her back to where she's staying and I go to work. That evening, Lisa and I have dinner together at home. "Ted, you didn't use a condom with me. Do you ever use a condom?"
"Yes, for sure. I didn't with you because I know I don't have anything and I know you don't and you're on the pill. I definitely do with Carla, she's way too active and while I don't think she has anything, she might. I do with Alison, too, mostly because I suspect she might want something more permanent with me and might risk a pregnancy to achieve it. So it depends who I'm with whether I do or not but I do a lot. Why? Are you thinking about it for yourself?"
"Yes," she says, "I haven't up to now. My first two guys, I knew had never been with anyone else. For some reason I felt safe with Boyd and didn't. Now I'm not with Corey but it's making me wonder if I'm tempting fate. I'm certainly not his first just like he knows I've been with others. And I'm pretty sure he's o.k. but how can I tell for sure? I mean, you never can be sure, can you?"
"No, you can't. No one can. Someone can have something and not know it, pass it on without realizing it. If it's some things that are easy to cure it wouldn't be too bad but, boy, there are other things out there that are pretty scary, like AIDS."
"Yeah. I guess I'll have to stock up on some condoms for use from now on. But you don't have anyone tonight and neither do I and we don't need them with each other, do we?" We spend our third night together and it's every bit as good as the first, better than with some of the models I get with.
The next night she's out late and I have no one with me. The following night, when I come in with Alison, Lisa and Corey are sitting in the living room so we join them. We each have a drink. Lisa and Alison go into the kitchen to make the second drinks and come back. I think I see a sort of little smile on each of their faces.
That night, Alison , the truly beautiful blond model, starts by sucking me to a climax. I then eat her to one and by then I'm ready again and we fuck. And fuck. Nothing is actually routine but to some extent, this is routine between us. We've been together often. After we fuck, she goes into the bathroom to clean herself and get ready for the next round. I wash myself a little, also. But then she goes back into the bedroom and instead of getting on the bed, she goes out the door. She looks back at me with a grin and closes the door after herself.
What's this all about? I lay down on the bed. It 's probably three or four minutes and the door opens and Lisa comes in, completely naked. She grins. "Alison and I arranged to switch off and while it surprised Corey he seems very happy with it. Is it o.k. with you, too?" She comes over to the bed and climbs on and nestles up against me.
I put my arms around her and pull her close and kiss her. "It's always good to be with you, Lisa, so yes, it's o.k. with me. I'm surprised about Alison, though, I thought she was only interested in me. "
"I thought you'd be surprised about Alison. It's probably good that you've chosen to use a condom with her. I suspect she's been a lot more active than you think. From one thing she said, I think she's been earning a good part of her living doing porn films. I pointed out to her the drawer I keep my condoms in."
All I can do is think, wow, I really have been wrong about her. Am I that wrong about all of them? But I don't think long because Lisa has my cock in her mouth and it sure gets my attention.
The End.
Forest of Love
Priscilla was a quiet girl. If you met her, you might just think she was a plain girl with humdrum interests. Open and shut. She was a cute girl – many boys thought so, but she didn't feel very attractive most of the time. She didn't have many male friends in her life actually – they were after only one thing, and she saw them for what they were! Now in her early 20s, Priscilla was comfortable; she had a couple of close friends whom she trusted, and enjoyed the quiet student life. The third year of university had just begun, where she studied literature with some classes in languages. Poetry was her love, even more than the prose she partially-enjoyed to read in school.
Only three weeks into the term, the weather was still clement outside. One evening, Priscilla had decided to go to the library to see if they had the books in that she had requested a week earlier. Upon arrival, the library was quiet and peaceful as it normally was at that time, just as Priscilla liked it. The old university library was a traditional gothic-style affair with those old rustic bookshelves that come free with that pleasant odour of old wood from years gone by, and was darkly lit with faux-candle style lights at the ends of each aisles. Priscilla headed straight for her section and began skimming through the titles.
After picking a book she thought looked interesting, she sat down at a large desk, hidden at the far end of the library. Sat there already were an older academic woman and a younger man, she sat down and began to delve into the book she had chosen to get an idea of its content.
After a while, the older woman at the desk left, leaving only her and the younger man. He looked about late 20s she thought, and although she couldn't get a direct look at his face, he appeared well presented. She noted the way the light reflected favourably off his medium length, dark brown hair, which was kind of tousled in that unkempt-yet-structured way young guys tend to keep it. Priscilla was shy, but something made her unexplainably curious about this boy. She went back to her book, and got distracted by a piece of writing that interested her.
A few moments later she abruptly looked back over to the young man, and to her surprise he was gazing right at her. The situation got a bit hot for the introverted Priscilla and she looked away, but only after the young man looked away first she secretly noted. He was handsome with his brown submarine eyes and a clean complexion. Priscilla's heart was racing a bit, but as she started pretending to go back to her book the young man spoke. "Hi there, I'm Jul
ian."
Priscilla's heart started beating fast again just as it had started to calm down! The handsome man was talking to her she wanted to act cool and composed here. "I'm Priscilla." she smiled back at him minimally. He smiled too, and it was such a cute smile he gave her. Julian invited himself over to sit closer to her. He was tall, he must have been at least 6 foot, noted Priscilla.
As the slow conversation started unravelling, it turned out that Julian was a doctoral student who was a few years older than her and in the Sciences. She didn't care too much for science, but she certainly liked this man, so she pretended to be more interested in him than she maybe was, but in a fully noble way. He was charming and handsome and he seemed so nice, not like most of the other guys she had met on campus. Simon was interested in sports and kept himself fit. It was safe to say that Priscilla was interested. Julian bit the bullet and asked her if she cared to go for a walk with him around the campus to have a chat. Priscilla although slightly scared, felt attracted to his confidence, and shortly after they put the books back where they lived and then left together. What an intriguing encounter, Priscilla thought to herself.
The campus was surrounded by a mile or two of forest and many winding intersecting paths going through it, beaten by the generations of student who had lived her before. During the day Priscilla had cycled and walked all around them and as they weren't too far from the campus, she felt safe enough to go with this mysterious stranger she had only just met. Something about Julian just made people trust him – it may have been his comforting voice, or the way he used slight hand gestures when he spoke. The man just oozed confidence, Priscilla considered. On they went along the main artery that went into the forest, discussing all manner of silly things, smiling and laughing. Julian was lovely she surmised, so easy to talk to and he listened to what she had to say. Where were all the awkward silences and moments of doubt that she had felt in the company of all those other boys, She wondered.
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