Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Indian Summer Part 1 SeXStoRY

I can still vividly remember when she and her mom moved into the neighborhood. The moving truck backed into the driveway and an SUV pulled up in front of the mailbox. The one i assumed was the Mom hopped out of the driver’s seat wearing a simple sun dress and sandals. I watched appreciatively from my front porch and lifted my margarita in greeting. She smiled and waved. I returned the smile and felt a familiar tingle spread from my lower stomach to my balls as I took a long look at the light brown skin and long shapely legs of my new neighbor. My guess was that they’re ancestry was either Pakistani or East Indian. I'd always been attracted to near eastern women, but had never had the privilege of dating one. It had been a LONG time since I’d been intimate with someone so I took a few moments imagining all kinds of filthy things I’d like to do with this lovely woman moving in across the street. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another feminine form slip from the passenger side front seat. You know how some girls of a certain age like to sort of trot-jog everywhere? My first clear view of Parvati was her jogging around the side of their SUV to see who her mother was waving at. She was slightly taller than her mother at about 5’6.” She probably weighed about 125 pounds or so. Some would have called her plus size or chubby but I thought differently. Her slender hourglass figure played havoc with my nervous system. I just couldn't believe how gorgeous this girl is. She was wearing those tiny little gym shorts that barely cover anything and a low cut tank top. Her pert little b-cup breasts and athletic thighs were jiggling a bit as she came to a stop from her short jog. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra and my sharp eyes couldn't spot any panty lines on her tight pair of shorts either. I couldn’t tell her age. She could have been anywhere from 14 to 24. Though based on her eager and perky demeanor tempered with that brand of shyness only the very young exhibit, I was guessing she was closer to the former rather than the latter. She had long, glossy, raven-black hair pulled back into a pony tail high on the back of her head. That bright smile and those flashing curious eyes made contact with mine. Her eyes are almond-shaped and slightly angled, giving her a beautiful exotic look. Her wide mouth and full pink lips made my cock throb and my lips tingle. What would it be like to kiss her and watch her kiss down my chest and… Her mother’s features and build were much the same, though her skin was slightly darker, she was slightly shorter and she, of course, looked more mature and poised. I’m almost positive it was my imagination but I thought I saw a bit of mischief or humor in the younger woman's eyes that made everything between my nipples and knees tingle and ache to have both these females impaled on my penis and crying out in coital pleasure. I don’t know if it had just been so long or if she was just truly that stunning but I almost sprayed the inside of my shorts just looking at these two. It took me a moment to recover and wave back. As I got up from my patio chair I smoothly tucked my throbbing erection into the waistband of my cargo shorts and made my way over to welcome them to the neighborhood. “Hello, ladies! Welcome to the neighborhood! My name’s Vincent.” I said as I offered my hand to the mother. “Hello, Vincent. My name’s Kamala and this is my daughter, Parvati.” Kamala said shaking my hand with soft cool fingers. The thought of those delicate digits cradling my throbbing balls made my smile even wider. I turned to Parvati and offered my hand. She kind of giggled and acted shy for a moment before limply grabbing my fingers and shaking a bit. I could feel her hand trembling and immediately wanted to explore with my hands and see if I could find any other trembling areas on young parvati. “Goodness c***d, you know how to greet someone properly.” Kamala said reproachfully. Parvati’s posture immediately straightened and she stuck out her hand in a very businesslike manner. "Pleased to meet you, sir." I grasped her hand firmly and shook once, as if she were a business associate or something. The overly serious expression on her face made me laugh. Kamala frowned and Parvati looked hurt. Tactical Error! The last thing I wanted was to offend either of these lovely women. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to mock. My manners are just a little rusty. Didn’t mean to offend.” I smiled and looked them both in the eye. Kamala smiled and nodded her head. Parvati stifled a giggle and said “No offense taken, Vincent,” Then she smiled and looked at her feet with one knee turned inward, heel lifted. She looked every inch the embarrassed teenager. I decided to change the subject. We chatted for about 10 minutes as the movers started unloading. We talked about the neighborhood, the schools, and a whole bunch of forgettable nonsense. After a while I said, “So, I see you have some movers taking care of the lifting. How about you two come over to my place and I’ll cook you some dinner. You’ll be able to wait in comfort while they unload your things” I could see Kamala mulling it over and looking back and forth from their house to mine. I hoped I hadn’t been too eager. The last thing I wanted to do was scare these two off. Kamala took a moment to think and then looked at Parvati who’s eyes were wide and she was slightly nodding her head, urging her mom to say yes. “You’re sure? We don’t want to be annoying neighbors.” “That’s crazy-talk. You’re both welcome anytime. Follow me.” Kamala quickly told the movers where she'd be and we walked across the street toward my house. Parvati jogged back to the car to grab a few things and then caught up with us on the porch as I was opening my front door. I savored the way her perfectly round ass bounced with every stride to the car, the way her long ponytail swayed back and forth, and the way her incredibly high and firm breasts barely bounced as she trotted back toward us. “I’ll get the oven pre-heated, and pop in a pizza in a few minutes. You two just make yourself comfortable.” We all talked for about an hour covering the basics. Kamala told me about how she'd divorced the summer last year and just recently taken a job in this city, hence the move. They also told me about how Parvati was about to start school and was very nervous. She’d been home-schooled up until this point, so it was clear that Parvati was experiencing some anxiety about the prospect of going to a public school. Luckily, it was June, so she had about 3 months to get settled into the neighborhood before starting school. I told them about how I sold computer parts from home and wasn’t currently dating, had been married for a short time in my twenties, but had long been divorced. I don't have any k**s of my own, though I’m close with my siblings, nieces, and nephews. We all laughed and easily developed a strong rapport. The pizza finished cooking and we all sat down to a quick dinner. After we’d finished eating and conversation had started to lull, I was about to suggest we put on a movie when one of the movers knocked on my door and said he had some questions for Kamala. “Come on, Parvati. Let’s go get our house sorted out so we can invite Vincent over for dinner and repay the favor.” She said with a smile that lingered for a while. “Aw, mom. Our house is going to be a wreck. Can you go talk to them while I hang out here?” I looked at Kamala and indicated it was ok with me. “Ok, sweetie. I’ll come get you when the movers have all the big stuff in place.” Thankfully, my manners had had some time to unlimber. I walked Kamala to the door and stepped outside to say goodbye. “Thanks for keeping an eye on her while I give the movers instructions.” Kamala said, leaning in close. “No worries. Things are pretty uneventful in our cul-de-sac so it’s great to meet new people. Especially ludicrously attractive eastern women.” I could tell she was enjoying the flattery the way her smile grew less platonic and more aroused. She began to play with her hair, smiling and licking her lips. “It was really nice spending time with you, Vincent. Don’t let Parvati drive you crazy. If she starts to annoy you just send her over to me.” She halfway extended her hand then thought better of it. She leaned in to hug me and I returned the gesture. I'd pretty much maintained a raging hard-on since I first saw Kamala exit the car earlier. Feeling her breasts pressed to my chest made my cock throb with want. I could feel it straining against the waist band of my shorts that entire night. I think she felt it. As we stepped away from the hug, her arms were wrapped around my waist with her fingertips trailing along my lower back and around my hips. I turned to the left to head back in the door when her fingertips trailed across my throbbing erection. For a split second, her hand lingered. She knew for sure. Would this weird her out? Would she feel uncomfortable leaving her daughter in my care with a throbbing hard-on? Apparently she wasn't thinking in that direction because the slightest hint of a smile touched her lips, she turned away and stepped off the porch and walked across the street working her shapely ass into the walk quite suggestively. She turned her head and said, “I think you’re going to be very happy we moved here.” I grinned broadly and said “That’s already true.” I went back inside and saw Parvati bounce down onto the couch as if she’d been listening at the door or looking through the peephole and when she heard me returning had ran back over to the couch. We talked for a while. About things that are important to her. What music she likes. How she’s excited and nervous about going to public school. I asked her why and she told me about the few times she’d spent time with ‘regular’ k**s. She didn’t feel like she fit in. I employed a time-tested cliche and told her it would come with time. She said she’d mostly spent her free time drawing or writing short stories and so when k**s talked about tv shows, websites, and phone apps, she was lost. I told her a little about my work on the internet and said i'd be more than happy to show her how to use it. I also told her about my huge movie and tv show collection on one of my hard drives. She told me about how she wanted to start coming over and watching stuff with me. I told her I’d definitely enjoy that. Compared to when we first met a couple hours ago, she had loosened up quite a bit and moved to sit next to me. I enjoyed watching her test limits. As we were talking I said something mildly amusing and she laughed way too hard and put her hand on my knee. I saw her wait for my reaction. I just leaned closer and kept joking with her. Then later on she was reaching for her soda on the coffee table and put a hand on my upper thigh to steady herself while reaching. Again I just kept on with the conversation and enjoyed the feeling of intimacy. Parvati seemed pleased that I was so easy-going. She asked me if it was ok to take her shoes off so she could bring her feet up onto the couch. She explained that she feels more comfortable that way. I smiled and told her to make herself completely at home and just barely stopped myself from suggesting she might feel most comfortable nude. She took off her shoes and socks and started massaging her own feet. “I bet loading up all that stuff into the truck must have been tiring.” I said. She got a pained expression on her face and agreed. “Here, let me help.” I quickly went to my room and grabbed some massage oil I keep next to my bed for obvious reasons and returned to Parvati. She was now lying on the couch and her shorts were riding up in the most delightful way. Had she done that on purpose? I could now see a small tuft of her pubic hair peeking out of one side of the crotch in her shorts. Parvati smiled at me nervously. She was testing limits again. I smiled warmly and gestured for her to lift her feet so I could sit next to her. She did so and was about to turn away before I grabbed her legs and laid them across my lap. I could feel her tense up and get nervous. But then I put some massage oil on my hands and started giving her the most sensual foot massage I can manage. I just couldn't believe my luck. I half expected this to all be a coma dream or something. This kind of stuff just doesn't happen right? It was so great. Every time I’d really press hard and dig into the muscles in her feet, she would twist and squirm and make little kitten noises. It was so hard for me to restrain myself. Those little kitten mewling noises seemed to have a direct connection to the pleasure centers in my brain. Just having these dainty little feet squirming in my hands and this gorgeous barely-clothed girl right next to me was ALMOST enough to make me come. She’d really gotten into the massage and her clothes were all out of place and her shorts were riding really high. They’d pulled to one side and I caught a brief glimpse of her fuzzy little vagina. Again, I had to really exercise some monumental self-control. I wanted to rip those shorts away and take her hard and fast. I barely succeeded in restraining myself. I could see was watching me intently. I knew then and there that she was messing with me. I couldn't see her being a user or a manipulator so I just chalked it up to innocent experimentation. She was still testing me. Parvati thanked me for the foot massage and said it was the first one she’d ever had. At that moment, something immovable locked into place in my mind. I didn’t know how, but I knew with absolute certainty I would have her. I would have her in every way I wanted. I would lick my tongue along every square inch of her body. With my throbbing penis, I would penetrate every orifice and crevice she has. I knew that with such cold certainty, it was almost a forgone conclusion. I told her the foot massage was my pleasure and added,“I hope this is the beginning of many firsts between us.” She looked nervous for a moment, then really excited, and finally she looked every bit as horny as her mom had when walking back to their house. After that, things cooled down a bit. Parvati straightened her shirt, left her shoes off, and continued laying with her legs across my lap. She never straightened her shorts though, I had great difficulty not just outright staring at the lovely little pussy lip peeking out at me. Looking back, I think she was teasing me. Testing the limits. Every few minutes her hand would come down and almost seemed to be checking to make sure the shorts were still to one side and giving me a peek. I don’t know for sure, though. Not long after that, Kamala came back and knocked on the door. “C’mon, Sweetie. The movers are finished and it’s time for us to go to bed.” She said and made eye contact with me as she said the word “bed.” I smiled, thanked them for keeping me company, and walked them to the street. Kamala gave me another hug and this time she ground directly against my erection and seemed pleased that I still had one for her. I was surprised there wasn’t a puddle of pre-cum at our feet. I felt like I could burst at any moment. Kamala gave me a winning grin and squeezed my ass, out of site from Parvati. Parvati approached me and formally said, “Thank you for a lovely evening, Vincent.” And stuck out her hand once more. I shook it more softly this time with the same touch as I'd used on her feet. Kamala nodded approvingly at her daughter’s display of manners. "It was quite lovely, hopefully the first of many." I said with a huge grin. The light was different on the street and I noticed that Parvati’s shorts were a little damp at the crotch. I knew it! She was totally turned on. I'd noticed her nervous energy when her mom had returned, but hadn't assumed anything. Thankfully, Kamala seemed oblivious and more interested in looking at my crotch. They started walking off toward their house when Parvati came jogging back to give me a quick hug. I’m 6’6” and was standing on top of the curb. She was standing in the street and looking up at me when she wrapped her arms around me. With my totally erect cock still fighting the waistband, a damp area around my naval announcing for the whole world how incredibly ready for intercourse I was, Parvati hugged me. Because of the height difference and the curb, my dick pressed into her upper belly and right between her perfect little breasts. After a moment, she realized what the bulge was and stepped back, looking into my eyes with lust and want. It occurred to me that she hadn’t known I wanted her until just then. That's why she'd been testing me, almost daring me to make a move. Her mother had known since I first greeted them, but Parvati was clueless until she felt my rock hard cock pressed up against her belly. It took me a long while to get to sl**p that night. I tried masturbating but just couldn't get into it. I wanted it to be Kamala or Parvati stroking my cock, not me. After a while I gave up and tried to sl**p with little success. So I was incredibly pissed off when I heard knocking at my front door early in the morning. I stumbled downstairs in nothing but my boxers. I was all set to scream at whatever unfortunate Jehovah’s Witness or whoever had dared to darken my door. I flung it open and all the rage evaporated when I saw Kamala standing there in an over-sized bathrobe and slippers with some folded clothes and a towel in her hands. I smiled, said hello and gestured for her to come inside. She hesitated and said, “Look, I’m sorry. I obviously woke you up. I just wanted to know if we could use your shower. The water guy hasn’t come around to turn me on…” I saw her realize what she’d said and start to get embarrassed. I laughed it off and told her it was quite alright. “come on in. I’ll make us some coffee.” “thank you so much. I really didn’t want to show up for the first day of work at my new job smelling like a fisherman’s wife.” She said uncertainly. I was unfamiliar with that expression, but I got the gist of it. In a moment of spontaneity, I leaned in close and inhaled deeply through my nose. “You smell like a field full of wildflowers to me.” I said while leaning very close over her. She looked up with a coy smile and murmured something about how I was too kind. I smelled her hair without any attempt to hide it and smiled approvingly. “Jasmine?” Almost inaudibly, “Yes. It’s my favorite. Listen, about last night…” I gently cut her off, saying, “I enjoyed getting to know you and your daughter. I’m hoping we can all spend some more time together.” I said as we walked to the kitchen. It sounded like she was trying to give me a way out. A route to gently telling her not to come over anymore. That was the last thing I wanted but she didn't seem to sense that. Over the next few minutes nervous look on her face slowly vanished. It looked like she was steeling herself for rejection and relaxed when she realized it wasn’t coming. She looked around for a moment and then said. “When I was trying to sl**p last night, I started wondering and second-guessing. Is it all in my head or is there a spark between us?” Her expression was nervous again. “There is.” I said decisively. My loose boxers started to make it abundantly clear I meant what I was saying. I neglected to mention the part about me having decided to deflower her daughter in every way possible. Didn’t seem like the right time. “It’s been a year since I’ve been with anyone, and I was with him since I was a teenager. It was an arranged marriage. So, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do now. I just know that I want to feel a man's hands on me again.” That nervous smile returned. I almost laughed. Did she have no idea how attractive she was? As If I was going to reject this gorgeous woman who wanted to fuck me. I would have happily crawled on hands and knees through broken glass just to get a taste of her. I reached out slowly and saw Kamala shudder in anticipation. I softly grabbed one of the lapels of her bathrobe and pulled it open. It was quite loose and looked to be a few sizes too large. I grinned like an idiot when I saw she was wearing nothing underneath. I undid the belt and pulled the robe completely off her. She stood there totally nude, uncertain what to do next. I surprised her with my strength. I grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her onto the kitchen table before she knew what was going on. She was so light, I didn't even strain. She hissed at the coldness of the table on her butt and I immediately saw her nipples pop out. She has lovely c-cup breasts that hang quite nicely, and large dark areolas with small perky little nipples the size of pencil erasers. I took a seat in front of her and pulled her to the edge of the table. She leaned back, placing a hand behind her to steady herself, with her legs dangling off the edge of the table; her other hand tentatively reaching out and beckoning me closer. I took a moment to savor the vision of this Indian goddess with her legs spread wide, pussy already glistening, nipples standing tall and proud. Our eyes met and I took another moment to just look at the perfection of her eastern features. Those piercing bright eyes contrasting nicely with her cappuccino-colored skin, and her straight glossy black hair d****d down around her shoulders. I couldn’t wait any longer. “I love having this for breakfast.” I said, knowing the line was cheesy as hell. Kamala started laughing but quickly stopped as my tongue penetrated her already moist vagina as deeply as it would go. I started licking all up and down her trim neatly folded pussy lips. I loved how she tasted! Like a hint of citris with a little bit of salty tang. She tasted amazing. I started slurping loudly but didn’t care. Kamala was my new lollipop and I was going to lick it until the taste was gone. I could hear her breath shudder and stifled moans coming out from deep in her throat. It wasn’t going to take much to give her an orgasm, I knew. I felt the pressure build on my head as her thighs started to press inwards. I could feel her running fingers through my hair and gently pressing my face into her dripping wet vagina. I zeroed in on her clitoris and started running my tongue over it in a regular rhythm. After a few moments I raised a free hand to my chin and inserted a finger attempted teasing her g-spot. I tried to stick two fingers inside but she was just too tight. I couldn’t wait to feel what it would be like sliding my cock all the way in. Just as I was imagining that, she came hard. Her smooth light brown thighs were like warm soft vices on my skull. With her free hand, her fingers were gripping my hair and pressing me closer. I sucked her clitoris and the surrounding skin into my mouth and started rubbing my tongue on it with pressure. I could feel her pussy grab my finger and hold it. I could taste the difference in her juices. I could hear her cries of “oh wow, oh yes, oooooohhhhh,” I could see between her thighs and up into the valley between her heaving breasts and directly into her eyes as she kept coming. She stared directly into my eyes with an expression on her face that i'll never forget. Her eyes were wide open almost like she was surprised. Her mouth was wide open in an O shape. Her eyebrows where raised in the middle and lowered on the outside, giving her an expression that seemed to say the pleasure was almost too intense. Between shallow breaths she stated, “I’ve never climaxed this long or intense before. I’m still coooooooommmiiiing.” Her head fell backward and her whole body shook. She laid back on the table. Her pussy gushed all over my mouth and hands. I lapped up every bit of her salty and buttery cum. I kept flicking her clitoris with my tongue though, watching her whole body react to it. I love that feeling of control that cunnilingus gives me. I kept lapping at her pussy until her whole body had relaxed. “wow. Thank you so much. I needed that more than I knew.” She slowly and carefully got down off the table a little unsteadily. “You're quite welcome. That worked out pretty well…I provided dinner and you provided breakfast.” I said through a lopsided grin. Kamala laughed. “Here let me show you to the shower. I don’t want you late for work.” She looked surprised. As if she were expecting me to demand other sex acts. I knew she wanted more but I wanted her come to me. I wanted her to come out of her comfort zone and pursue me. I could tell that she was used to having men lead her around by the nose. I could tell by the way she acted last night and this morning that the lusty MILF routine was out of character for her. It seemed that Parvati wasn’t the only one that liked to test her limits. She was horny but uncertain; sexy but lacking confidence. Even though there's a shower closer to the front of the house, I led her back to my bedroom where there’s a full bathroom adjacent, before I could indicate the bathroom door, I felt her shove me onto the bed. I’m a big guy. At 6’6” and about 240 pounds it takes a lot to move me, so I kind of rolled with her light shove and flopped down onto my bed. “I haven’t had my breakfast, yet.” She said, a bit uncertain but getting bolder. She tugged my boxers down while looking me in the eye. I lifted up my butt to make it easier and as soon as my cock sprung free from the shorts I saw her eyes widen and I could tell I’d made an impression. I was surprised because I’m not all that big, probably something like 6 inches hard, but from the expression on her face you’d think I was sporting a 12 inch jumbo soup can or something. She seemed to get over it and started lightly kissing my balls, shaft and head. Between each kiss she said something in a low-pitch, sexy voice. “My ex-husband…” a light kiss on the left side of my scrotum. “His was much smaller than this…” another kiss this time on the right side of my scrotum. “He never once did for me what you did in the kitchen…” another titillating kiss on the left side of my shaft. “He always demanded what I’m about to do to you, so I’ve had a lot of practice at this…” another light almost tickling kiss on the right side of my shaft. I was watching her closely. Every time she switched sides, her mouth would open a little and come SO close to the tip of my dick but she’d move away and plant another kiss. The anticipation and bl**d flow in my ears made it difficult to hear what she said next. “though I think this big Caucasian cock will challenge my skills, I'm happy to offer them to you freely…” another kiss, so light I could barely feel it, this time on the very tip the glans. She hadn’t even started and I was almost there. “You’ve been nothing but generous and kind, and so now I will reward you.” A bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip. She took the head into her mouth and strongly sucked on me like a straw or a popsicle. Slowly at first, she started moving her mouth up and down, swallowing my cock all the way to the base and sucking hard as she moved back upward. When she came back up the first time I could tell by the expression in her eyes that she was proud to have been able to deep-throat me without gagging. Something told me that hadn’t been an issue with her ex. I was already charged up from the previous night and just recently eating out Kamala, so I didn’t last long at all. About half a dozen strokes later I exclaimed “Oh my god, I’m about to come!” I said it to give her a courtesy warning in case she didn’t like the taste of cum. She looked up with those huge beautiful Indian eyes. It was obvious from what i could see of her expression. Had my cock not been in her mouth, she would have been smiling. She came down again and pressed her nose into the spot just above the base of my dick and shook her head back and forth as if she was saying no in the most pleasurable way possible. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The feeling of my cock slapping into the sides of her mouth and throat while her tongue snaked all around made me climax harder than I had in years. I came for so long. I could feel myself emptying into her mouth, my toes curling of their own accord, and every bit of tension in my body passed through my penis and into her mouth. It was a lot of cum. I hadn’t ejaculated in something like a week, so there was too much for her mouth to hold. I saw my cum dripping out from her lips as they were still wrapped around my shaft. She kindly kept stroking my dick with her mouth until she was sure I’d finished and then ever so slowly lifted her head back up while still sucking hard. Doing this, she pulled upward on my now half-hard dick until it popped out of her mouth making a funny noise. “Now it just wouldn't be proper to waste any of my breakfast.” She said with a wink and then used her tongue and lips to clean up all my seed. having just come, and being so sensitive, the light touch of her tongue and lips was incredibly satisfying. She was quite thorough. So thorough, in fact, that I was hard again by the time she had finished. “Now what?” she asked in mock confusion. I could tell she wanted me to fuck her but I wanted to draw that out as long as possible. I wanted her to beg me. I knew that if I could hold out long enough it would happen. I didn’t say a word, but gently pushed her head back toward my cock and gestured for her to bring her pussy to me. She positioned herself on my chest and started sucking my dick again with gusto. I started trying to eat her pussy. Her being almost a foot shorter than me, it was hard to reach, so I started using my fingers. The view was so arousing. seeing her pussy resting on my chest and her shapely ass above made me a little bold. I had an idea. I started teasing her clitoris with my thumb, barely managed to insert my index finger. As I kept stimulating her, I licked the pinkie finger of my free hand and began teasing her sphincter. "Have you ever played this way?" I asked hoping for a green light. She lifted her head and took my cock out of her mouth but kept stroking me with her hand. With heavy breathing, her voice lowered into a husky contralto, "I've always wanted to, but no I haven't. Go slow, I've heard it can hurt." I continued teasing her little asterisk while simultaneously maintaining the stimulation on her clitoris and pussy with my other hand. I gathered some of her tasty vaginal fluids and used it to lubricate her sphincter, circling my pinkie around it and pressing inward but not penetrating. She responded by lovingly stroking my cock with her mouth and hands while cradling and tickling my balls with her fingertips. I got her to climax two more times on my chest. The second time she climaxed as soon as I finally inserted my pinkie. The way her moans resonated and vibrated my cock, still in her mouth, made me come a final time. She sucked every bit of cum out of me that morning. My whole upper body was coated in her juices by the time we were finished. She lifted herself off me and clumsily crawled on all fours to the edge of the bed. I enjoyed the way her breasts hung when her torso was horizontal. If I hadn't been completely spent, i'd have penetrated her right then and there. Once she was off the bed she stood up and looked back at me. Her expression was unbelieving. Like she couldn't quite accept what had just happened. Or maybe she was surprised that I hadn't demanded intercourse. I smiled wanly up at her in total bliss. Somehow I managed to remember how important manners are to her and said, "Thank you so much for this. I don't think I've ever come that hard or often before. That was fantastic. You were not k**ding. You're unbelievably good at that." The disbelieving expression vanished and was replaced with a radiant smile. "It is Always nice to be appreciated. It was quite pleasurable for me as well," she said with a mischievous look. A small drip of cum slid down from her lower lip onto her chin. Her tongue darted out and licked it up. She smiled again playfully and went into the bathroom. Not capable of much else, I was laying on the bed enjoying the warm-fuzzy sensation of post-coital bliss when I saw some motion in the corner of my eye. Something had moved outside the window. To be continued… (hope everyone likes the first installment of this semi-fictional story. The names have been changed. Some of the dialogue has been reconstructed from imperfect memory. The order and pace of events have been changed, but other than those details, this and the following stories are true.)

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