I had known Rachel for a few years. She was a neat chick -- cute, a good friend, and an all-around nice person. We first met when we were both in high school. We went to different schools, but that rivalry never mattered to us. We got along well, right from the start. I'd be lying if I said that I was never attracted to her. She wasn't what you would consider a stunning beauty; neither was she plain, or unattractive. She was pretty, in an unassuming way. Around five foot one or two, she was probably nor more than a hundred-fifteen pounds. She had wavy brown hair which she kept shoulder-length, and a light smattering of freckles across her nose. Her breasts were on the smallish size, but seemed to be nicely shaped (I never saw her wearing less than a shirt with a bra - even when swimming she wore a shirt over her bathing suit). Back then, her ass would have been considered too big, but I always thought it was hot looking. Every once in a while, I'd smack her on it just playing - my hand always found it firm and plentiful. In short, I always found her attractive, but since we were "just friends", things never went anywhere else between us.
One thing about Rach, though... she had a knack for picking losers to date. It always seemed like I had to fight hard to get a girl to go out with me - she never had a problem getting a date. It's just that the guys she would go out with seemed like princes when she met them... but they invariable ended up turning into frogs sooner or later.
I lost track of her for a while, shortly after she got married. He was a total asshole. I told her so, all of our friends told her so... She married him anyway. I hadn't heard from her in a couple years, when she called me up - right out of the blue. At first, she was normal, bubbly, seemingly happy. As our conversation progressed, the facade began to crumble. Her husband began to mistreat her. He hit her a few times. She would leave him, and end up going back. By the time she told me that he had kicked her out of the apartment, she was crying. She had gotten pregnant, and he decided he didn't want kids. He told her that either she would get an abortion, or else... She chose "Else."
The next nine months sped by like they were on roller skates. She lived with her parents, held a job for as long as she could. We would get together whenever we could for pizza or snacks, and to watch movies. When she gave birth, she became pretty much a stay-at-home mom. I didn't see her for a month, or more. When she did come around, bringing the baby, I was amazed. I had seen babies before, but never newborn, and he had only been six pounds or so when he was born - he was a teeny little thing! We sat on my couch, watched TV, and played with his little self until he knocked out. She laid him back in his bassinet, stretched, and let out a big sigh.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," she replied. "It's just..."
"It's just... I'm just..." I could see she was conflicted inside, and arguing with herself, as to whether she should tell me or not.
"C'mon, Rach. I'm your buddy. You can tell me." She had other plans, though.
Suddenly, she turned to me, and threw her leg over both of mine, straddling me. She leaned in close to me, looking deeply into my eyes. Her lips brushed mine, feather light. Time stood still. Birds froze in mid-flight, up turned into down, my heart ceased beating. My entire universe shrunk in a microsecond, until all I knew was the taste of her, her scent. I could hear her heart pounding out. She whispered, "My doctor gave me the all-clear today." As if she could read my very thoughts, she continued, "I've been dreaming about this moment for months."
Her lips burned me like fire, she was kissing me everywhere. My mouth, my cheeks, my ears, my eyelids. And I was kissing her; my tongue traced a line from her mouth down her neck. Her scent was concentrated in the hollow at the base of her neck, intoxicating and subtle. Her arms flew around me as she pulled me tightly to her, burying her face in my neck. In an instant, we were our own island, separated from the sea of humanity by our desires. I hugged her, as I felt wet drops fall from her eyes onto me. Pulling back slightly, I brushed away her tears. I slowly reached forward, and kissed her closed eyes. No words were spoken. Reaching around behind her, I slowly unzipped her dress. I kissed her shoulders as I slid the straps off, but she pulled back. Smiling shyly, she stood. Pulled me up, pulled me toward my bedroom.
As we stood by my bed, I reached for the light switch. She stopped my hand, saying, "No - leave it."
"I'm all... fat."
The only source of light came from down the hall where the TV still played. I took my time undressing her, kissing and licking as her dress revealed her bare skin. Removing her bra, I marveled at what I saw. Her nipples stood out proudly, as did her full breasts. When I took a nipple in my mouth, she inhaled sharply. "Ohhh, they're sensitive!" she gasped. I dropped to my knees, pulling her panties down to the floor. I grasped her ass with both hands, pulling my mouth into contact with her smoothly shaven mons. My nose was filled with her scent - she was all woman. All mine. She sat back on the bed as I began to lick around her wonderful pussy. My entire body was filled up with the taste of her, and the aroma of her. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to please her, to make her happy. I have no idea how long I kissed her womanhood, and licked her, and sucked her lips and clit into my mouth. All I know is that I didn't stop until she reached a climax. Her cries echoed into the night, and she flooded my mouth with nectar. I kept kissing her pussy as she came down from her heights. She stroked my hair as her breathing slowed.
When she sat up, I stood. She undressed me as I had done for her - lovingly, patiently. She kissed me in places no-one had ever done before. She sucked my nipples up until they were hard little knots. Her tongue bathed my stomach and hips, and ass. I felt like you could have started a fire with my cock as it waved around, but when she put the fire out with her mouth, every muscle in my body tensed. She toyed with me, refusing to let me fill her mouth with my cum. When she felt me coming close, she left my hardness alone, preferring instead to bathe my balls with her tongue. She was in total control, and I loved every second.
She inched herself backwards on my bed, drawing me up with her. She never let go of my cock as she pulled me up and into the warm embrace of her open legs. She wrapped her legs around me as she positioned me at her entrance and slowly guided me in, pulling me in with her legs, but only so fast - too fast and she would push me back out with her hands. I knew she was ready when my cock was in her up to the hilt. She hugged me tightly to her chest, feeling me as I filled her, savoring the moment. With her strong legs, she set a tempo. Smooth, strong, sensual. She knew I was close - she made sure this was my moment. She urged me to cum inside her, to fill her up, and make her feel like a woman. My body tensed, and she used hers to thrust up into me. I began to spasm, and pulse after pulse of hot cum shot into her. She purred, she cooed. She thanked me for the gift of cum. I was speechless.
I collapsed onto her, and she held me for a minute. Then, she rolled me off of her. I could see her eyes flash in the dim lighting. Scooting down, she sucked my spent member up into her mouth, bathing me. She sucked me clean of all of our combined juices, and licked my entire groin like a cat, not satisfied until I had been entirely cleaned of fluid. Then she took me into her hot mouth again. More patiently than I would have been, she teased me, pulling me, sucking the blood back into my lifeless cock. In less time than it takes to tell, I was hard again, and ready to fuck some more! She climbed up onto me, telling me to lie still. She still controlled the pace. I could see that just as the last cum had been mine, this was going to be for her. Maybe even for both of us. Soft moans emanated from her throat as she calmly glided up and down. Her wet, hot pussy seemed to become a bridge, linking her to me indefinitely. I was lost in the sensations when an odd sound broke through to my sex-addled brain. It was a soft mewling. A faint crying.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped. "He's hungry!" My hard cock sprang back, hitting me forcefully in the belly as she leaped up and ran down the hallway. I heard her cooing softly to him as she picked him up and held him to her breast. She came back and sat down on the edge of the bed. Again, I was amazed - I had never actually seen a mother breastfeeding before. The sight was so beautiful to me, it all seemed so natural. I reached over to her, and started toying with her pussy.
She moaned out, "Ohhhh, nooooo!" as my fingers entered her. Her eyes closed. Her free hand reached out blindly, felt for my still-adamant cock. Her hips began to move back and forth in a rhythm as old as life itself. Lust overcame her. She straddled me again, lifted up, held me tightly. I could feel her pussy walls rippling as she sank down onto me. Her muscles began contracting tightly around my cock. Her pace was gentle, but insistent. As her right breast emptied, she switched him to her left, never slowing her motions. Her moans became louder as her pussy walls held me tightly. She was in a state of near-constant orgasm. Somehow, the sensations in her pussy, and her nipples linked up until her body was overcome. She kept on fucking me until her breasts were both spent, and her child satisfied. She laid him back in his bassinet and returned to me, lying on her back.
With no preamble, I took my place between her legs and entered her. The time for slow and gentle love-making had passed. I thrust into her with wild abandon. She met my thrusts with equal fierceness, pounding her hips into mine. Our lips met and our tongues wrestled, each vying for mastery. Our bodies glistened with sweat, our moans filled the room. Our passions rose and the room seemed to be on fire. Over and over, never coy, our bodies met. She was as hungry for fulfillment as I was. We were like two wild animals that only knew the heat. Holding each other tightly, I slammed my prick into her fiery cunt until she grasped me with both legs, squeezing me, trying to pull me as far inside her as she possibly could. Her pussy milked me as I came with her. I felt my cum shooting into her as my arms clasped her tightly. We stayed locked together like that, both cumming, neither aware of anything but the need for the other.
All too soon, we both collapsed. Slowly, our breathing returned to normal. I couldn't speak. We looked into each other's eyes. Finally, she said, "I've never felt anything like that before..."
I just held her close, afraid I never would again.
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