He was much older, but she liked the way he talked.
They met at the wedding of mutual friends, were bored with the reception and had been drinking just enough to loosen their inhibitions. Sitting together they talked a little, flirted a lot. He kept stealing looks at her creamy breasts, intentionally on display in her strikingly low-cut dress (she got off on being stared at). She glanced at his crotch at least five times every minute. They reached the point of no return when she leaned forward while laughing at something he said and casually placed her hand on his thigh. Her eyes were fixed intently on his, unblinking, and from that instant it was just a matter of how fast they could get out of there.
They began kissing as they walked to the car. Mouths opening widely and wildly, saliva flowing, tongues sliding plunging licking--they stumbled once and were laughing when he put his hand on the thin cotton fabric of her dress, cupped her breast and gently rolled it around. Found her nipple and pressed it, making a circle with his thumb. She bit down gently on his tongue, and oh baby she could feel how wet she was. God this is going to be good, she thought, and a surge of heat filled her chest. She would have fucked him right then, right there on the ground.
They started walking again and she began to suck his tongue. He put one arm around her delicate waist and lifted her off the ground. She made him feel strong.
A vivid imagination, this girl. When he held her suspended and her toes were dangling, pointed at the ground, she realized his strength, and her mind began to race through images of all the different ways he would flip her around in bed.
She knew he would easily lift her repeatedly as she cowgirled his erection.
Her cunt throbbed and swelled in her panties when she pictured him roughly pushing her head face-down into the bed, then suddenly jerking her up by the hips, grabbing her hair and twisting it, yanking her head back as he fucked her hard from behind. Shit! oh shit! oh shit!
She ground her tongue deeper into his mouth, tried to imagine what the head of his cock would look like.
They reached his car and fell together against the door.
Mouths separated, she was breathing fast. Her small hand grabbed his erection, which she could see clearly outlined through his pants. They kissed long and deeply, she pulled on it and squeezed it harder, felt how thick it was and desperately wanted it in her mouth.
"Let's go," he whispered.
Before he even had the car in Drive she was pulling at his pants, tossing his belt into the back seat, the Chardonnay buzz making her giggle. She unbuttoned the front of her dress, yanked his shirttail up, and grabbed the waistband of his $185.00 slacks and pushed and pulled and dragged them down to his knees, freeing his straightened cock.
Already almost fully erect, there was a fat, crystal-clear drop of fluid sitting in the slit at the top of his penis, and oh god yes he had a great looking cock. Her pussy oozed wetness and warmth.
She exhaled slowly to help herself relax, and began caressing the back of his neck with her fingertips. Kissed him gently on the cheek, then put her mouth fully on his and began slowly, easily, so erotically tongue-fucking him.
And he moaned, oh did he moan.
His cock was pointing at the ceiling when she pulled her mouth away from his. While dragging one fingernail down his chest, down the crisp white shirt, making sure she dug her nail hard into his nipple, she lowered her face to his cock. (He had always loved the expression "going down.") Before touching him she carefully opened her mouth wide and expelled her warm breath over his prick. Hard as a board.
Now driving in freeway traffic, he could only glance down once in a while to see the back of her head, that cute blonde haircut. If he could have seen her face, he would have seen her narrowed smoking eyes, her teeth biting her lower lip in a private smile (what she was about to do, she was doing mostly for herself). She wiggled her tongue, working it into his slit, then slowly licked the big drop of fluid, removing it from the tip. At the same time she pressed her thighs together, trying not to squirm. Her light pink panties were already dark in the crotch as they absorbed her unusually large volume of wetness.
Tongue extended, she savored his fluid, an angel hair strand of his wetness tying her tongue to his cock. When she closed her lips, her tongue slid in circles around the roof of her mouth as she enjoyed the slippery film of his pre-cum. The silver angel hair was on her chin.
One small hand encircled the base of his straining cock--just her thumb and forefinger--and she slowly pulled the skin of the shaft up and over the rim of the bulging head squeezing tightly, tightly all the way and oh yes, there it was oozing out---more of that glistening pre-cum, now running down the head and spreading out under the rim. She groaned softly when her mouth finally closed around his thick cock. It was hard for her to breathe at first.
She knew well the size of her small tight pussy, and this guy's sweet tasting hard-on would more than fill her, pounding in and slamming against her cervix. Just thinking about it, already her thin dress was showing a wet spot under her ass where her engorged pussy was pressing against the car seat.
She ate him with increasing energy as they drove to his house, head bobbing up and down, her silky lips twisting around and around his thick seven-inch erection. She fucked him up and down with her mouth, again and again, tongue sliding around the top, then the sides and underside of his cock, ever so gently biting the swollen head. Finally, she opened her mouth wide and took him all the way in, his spongy cock-head sliding into her throat. I love sucking cock! her mind screamed, and for a brief moment her sweetest fantasy of having two huge cocks at the same time flitted through her imagination. Someday. Some-fucking-day for sure.
"Jesus! God baby....ohhhh!....suck it, suck it!....Fuck! you're gonna make me cum in your mouth!"
He squirmed in his seat, gripping the steering wheel with all his might in an effort to control himself.
Suddenly she gagged and slid off him coughing, sucking her dripping saliva back into her mouth. As she raised herself back up she carefully wiped her lips with one precious finger.
The car slowed on the dark street where his home was, and she pulled the top of her simple pale blue cotton dress off her shoulders and pushed it to her waist. Trying to concentrate on driving and not gawk like a kid, his heart began to pound in his chest once again. She reached behind her, undid her bra, and slipped it off. There next to him in the dim light were the most beautifully formed breasts he had ever seen. In perfect proportion to her body, their fullness curved softly on the underside and had precise circles of reddish brown aureole leading to her erect nipples.
Driving or not, he couldn't stop himself, he leaned toward her and sucked her smooth-as-silk tit, sliding his tongue around the hard nipple. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. A quiet groan of satisfaction escaped her throat. Jesus Christ fuck me now, she thought.
He turned into his driveway, pressed the automatic garage door opener, and eased the car forward, assuming they were finished for now, until they got inside the house. But she put one hand on his neck and her mouth on his ear, and breathing heavily, pressed her tongue noisily along every curve, licking him, fucking his ear with her warm tongue. At the same time her other hand began to stroke his cock in long squeezing pulls. Almost immediately she increased the speed of her strokes until she was literally jerking him off.
Finally the car was in the garage. He brought his foot down heavily on the brake, screeching the tires, and switched off the engine. Her tongue in his ear and her furious stroking were bringing him close to cumming. His balls were swollen and sore and he felt his cock harden even more as the burning began to rise.
No...not yet.... he worried.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay, do it for me, I want it," she whisper-smiled into his soaking wet ear, driving her tongue in to make him crazy with desire.
He groaned loudly through his open mouth and involuntarily jerked his hips up off the seat as a white streak shot straight up from his cock. She thrilled when she saw it and stroked him faster, pulling the full length of his big dick. The car was filled with wet slapping sounds as his muscles contracted six or eight more times and he groaned from his gut each time.
She was breathing heavily and the muscles in her petite little arm burned from working so hard.
Thick white streaks covered her hand and forearm.
"Wow," she giggled quietly, looking at the mess on her.
"Wow. God I love it."
His chest was heaving.
She pulled the silk handkerchief from his jacket pocket and was wiping her arm when she stopped abruptly, made a show of dropping the handkerchief to the floor and stared into his eyes. She raised her hand to her face, never breaking eye contact with him, and with pouty lips she began to mouth his cum off her perfect skin. He saw her eyes narrow as she slowly licked his remaining sticky stuff, making sure that some of it hung in a string from her lip. She knew men loved to watch that kind of thing, and knowing what she was doing to him in that moment tipped her over the edge also. In her mind, I'm cumming, shit shit shit I’m cumming!!....Ohhhh! FUCK.
Her first orgasm of the night.
What he saw was her calmly licking up his cum. It took all of her self-control to remain cool and deliberate while her thighs and pussy were flooding with frenzy. Her ass was pulsing and squeezing.
It had taken her forever to develop this kind of self-control once she dreamed up the thrill of cumming hard without her partner knowing. It gave her a secret sense of power over him. He didn't know she was cumming, that her creamy fluids were pushing out of her pussy lips and sat in a thick pool in the crotch of her panties.
God what a night, and they weren’t even inside yet.
After a moment she turned and bounced across the seat to open the car door. When the light was on he saw that she had slipped out of her flat woven leather shoes and now stood barefoot on the cool concrete floor of the garage. He sat very still looking at her, taking in as much of her beauty as his mind could grasp.
She was standing inside the open car door, facing him, and he watched as she freely and without hesitation hooked her thumbs in her dress at the waist and quickly worked it below her hips. She stepped out of it lifting each graceful leg, naturally and without thought pointing her feminine toes. Then she breezily wiggled out of her wet panties and discreetly wiped her cum from her swollen crotch.
She stood naked facing him, gently and almost imperceptibly rocking side to side, the toes of one foot curling under. A demur sweet smile spread across her face, and one hand was absently playing with the glistening wet folds of her smooth pussy lips. Her small, barely pooching belly was perfect---but then every part of her was.
"Come on, let's go in," inviting him into his own home.
As she turned toward the door that led into the house, he saw for the first time the fine curve of her lower back gently rounding into her smooth firm young woman’s ass, and he knew he would never be the same again.
She padded around his living room looking at things, barefoot, naked.
He felt off balance. He was used to being the leader, but she had pretty much taken control in the car. Naked. Jesus Christ she was gorgeous.
They came together and she finished undressing him, un-knotting his silk tie, carefully unbuttoning his shirt, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
"Mmmm, I like this," running her pink fingers through the black and silver hair that surrounded his nipples and filled the center of his chest.
She stood on tip-toes as they kissed, mouths immediately opening and tongues working up the same heat they had shared in the car. He slid his hand into that warm, moist universe between her legs and heard a brief whimpering moan. She took hold of his cock and twisted it.
Wrapping one arm around her back, he slid his hand further between her legs until his palm was open against her ass. He lifted her (she was a feather!), quickly pulling his hand all the way out from between her legs and immediately catching her under her knees. Walked toward his bedroom.
She slowly, playfully kicked her feet in the air, back and forth.
"This is so like a honeymoon or something!"
He had a fleeting thought that she was cute. That thought was quickly overwhelmed by a fierce desire to have her, to take her just to make her whimper and cry and squirm her tight little ass. He felt like he was about to fuck someone’s daughter.
He fell forward with her in his arms landing them in the thick comforter on his bed.
She sat up and said, "I need to pee."
While she was in his bathroom he removed the comforter from his bed, leaving only the sheets. When he heard her peeing he had a strong desire to go see her sitting naked on his toilet, but he lay on the bed instead. He heard the flush, then the tap water running. She returned, climbed on top of him and spread her legs.
Kissing biting pinching licking caressing, she finally grabbed his fully loaded cock and pulled the fat head up into her slippery pussy.