Part four. Testing Jeff and Kat’s Purrfect Panacea.

She beamed with delight and suggested, "What do you say we stay home from work and play hooky?"

Loving her suggestion, I chuckled and said, “I already have tonight off, but playing hooky sounds enticing to me.”

After my mind-blowing orgasm, I felt like I was in la-la land. Kat kissed my cock a couple more times and jumped up on the couch to snuggle with the rest of me. I covered up my cock with the robe and held my beautiful new lover. The erotic scene of Kat sucking on my boner replayed over and over again in my mind. Her uninhibited manipulation of my manhood had mesmerized me completely and fulfilled one of my wildest dreams.

"I need to call the hospital," she suddenly decided.

Kat’s boss was a friend, so she didn’t have any problem getting another vacation day off.

About the time Kat ended her call, I saw Angel walking by, and that reminded me that my cat Oscar would need some dinner.

"We need to feed Oscar some dinner tonight."

“Yes, we’ll go feed him in a few hours, but first you and I have more urgent matters to address.”

“Really, Miss, and what are those?”

“You’ll see soon enough, but first you and I need some nourishment. The appetizer you gave me was a great start, but I need something more. Aren’t you hungry, Jeff?”

“Now that you mention it, I am.”

I felt on top of the world and self-satisfied, like I had just won the US Open Bowling trophy.

“First, let me check out those injuries on your noggin again.”

My fabulous nurse Kat looked carefully at the lump on the back of my head and glanced at the bruise on my cheekbone.

Kat stated, “Your swelling is down; both wounds look much better.”

We ended up having some soup with crackers for lunch. The conversation was lively, and we chatted about different topics. Much of the discussion was about us and the appreciation we had for each other. Often, we just stared and beamed back and forth with lustful gazes. A feeling of blooming love was in the air.

“You’re more beautiful than Lucy Hale, and I have always admired her expressive features. I think that you resemble her, or better yet, she resembles you.”

“Oh, come on, Jeff.”

“I mean it, Kat; besides beauty, you both have indicative eyes that project your thoughts and feelings.” I could tell she loved that based on her cheery facial expression.

“Well, he might have a little more hair, but you’re more handsome than Ryan Gosling, whom I think you look like somewhat, especially when you laugh and smile.”

“Really, Kat, yeah right. You’re such a good liar, but I love it.”

“Honestly, I see Gosling in you when you look happy.”

Then Kat reached out her hand and held mine. Her hand felt soft and warm. Her eyes sparkled with new devotion for me. I could hardly contain the welling-up pressure in my chest as I peered back at her, feeling a rush of deep affection in that moment.

Next Kat said, “When Gosling has one, I like his mustache too.”

“I think you have a mustache fetish.”

Kat laughed, but she gawked admiringly at my hairy upper lip. So, I took the opportunity and leaned in for a long wet one. That steamy kiss got my blood flowing once more. Her slightly flushed cheeks strongly implied that she was feeling the same kind of internal passion.

She finally broke the kiss off after several minutes of hot lip action and tongue teasing.

“I need to go freshen up; meet me in the living room.”

“Go, I’ll straighten up the kitchen while you’re away.”

“That’s sweet of you.”

“I have nothing else to do; besides, I don’t want you to be distracted from your private nursing duties.”

That statement was particularly true given the uninhibited type of interaction I was looking forward to.

“Super, because I need to thoroughly test you, mister.”

I was intrigued by this planned test of Kat’s. She had heightened my anticipation to the maximum extent possible. Was she just teasing me? What kind of a test did she have planned?

It seemed like my new girlfriend wanted to turn our first coupling experience into a roleplay event. I knew I didn’t just want to make love to Kat; I wanted to make an infinite amount of love with my new darling.

“Alright, if you insist, I’m ready to take the test.”

Off to the bathroom she went, without saying another word.

Boy, was I ready! I was already excited by the kiss, and now the prospect of more carnal behavior seemed imminent. Just thinking about it buoyed my cock. I remained excited for nearly 15 minutes while Kat did what ladies do to beautify themselves, even though she didn’t need to.

Suddenly, I heard Kat’s sexy voice from the hallway behind the couch I was sitting on.

“Mr. Nelsen, your nurse will see you now.”

I must admit that I was disappointed when I first saw Kat coming into the living room. She had changed out of her revealing robe into a long-sleeve sweater and slacks. My heart and cock sank together in unison.

“You’re all dressed up; what’s going on?”

“Why, Mr. Nelsen, you look disappointed.”

“Well, Miss Johnson, your attire is not what I expected you’d be wearing for my critical testing."

“Let me assure you, sir, I am fully prepared to assist you in any way I deem necessary. Let's get started, shall we?”

Kat maintained her playful smile, but there was a hint of professionalism in the tone of her voice that reminded me once again that she truly is a nurse and not just a playmate.

“Yeppers, this feels like some serious roleplay, Miss Johnson. And you, sweet babe, are one smoking hot nurse even in a sweater and slacks!”

Kat gave me a stoic look; she obviously didn’t want to admit that the assignment she had given herself was anything but a legitimate test. At that point, she looked poised and seemed prepared to play a dominant and, hopefully, seductive role.

In a serious tone, she went on to explain, “My normal street clothes are the control or baseline for testing you. I will continually be gathering information to determine if you need more extensive treatment for a previous condition that may pop up again. Consider my outfit a starting point from which to compare your test results.”

“Please remove your robe and sit back for an initial inspection. While conducting tests, I'll be watching intently for any renewed swelling arising in the same area I treated earlier. Any reoccurrence of your swelling issue would be evidence of a chronic diagnosis to address. If that is the case, you will require ongoing medical attention from your nursing professional."

"Should your diagnosis warrant it, the test will also include an in-depth, far-reaching study of your condition. I have an aggressive treatment plan where I get right on your hardened problem. I use an enveloping technique that will rapidly relieve your symptoms before they cause any further discomfort.”

I am chuckling and playing along as a patient.

“Miss Johnson, this sounds like an exciting new treatment method.”

“Yes, it’s an approach we haven’t yet attempted. I am sure in that possible scenario; we will need to engage in extensive interplay to determine what course of action is most rewarding. As your private nurse, I promise to always tailor the treatment to your individual needs. Trust me, we both desire the best achievable upshot from our efforts.”

Her speech sounded dramatic, beguiling, and very naughty.

“Bravo, I mean, brava, what a speech. Is this how you treat all your patients?”

Kat’s only reply was, “Oh ha-ha; stop that!"

I felt a little uncomfortable getting naked this way. I suppose it was because my cock had shrunk down to the control baseline, which, to put it more descriptively, displayed the same shape as a keyboard tilde. I also felt vulnerable and wondered what Kat would think of my shriveled-up wiener.

When Kat looked at my shrunken noodle, she remained cheerful and never batted an eye. She didn’t make me feel self-conscious about my little wiener at all. Even though her face didn’t show any negativity, it had to be surprising to see my cock this small after it had just recently been poking her tonsils.

Was I just being paranoid? My cock is in the normal range, just not on the larger end. The way she was teasing me with her roleplay, I felt like it was only a matter of time until an amazing transformation of my penile tissue took place.

If she did carry some doubts about whether my little buddy can satisfy her, she wouldn't for long. “The proof is in the pudding.” And I’d be putting it in, alright. I’d be putting it in to fulfill all her womanly cravings with complete sexual gratification. Yes, my pride and joy would certainly be eager to satisfy her; so, help me God.

“Can I cover up now?”

“I need to monitor your situation often. I’ll let you cover it up for now, but on demand you must let me check for any signs of swelling. An at-length assessment will be performed at the end of testing.”

“Only if you can handle it.”

A suggestive comment for sure, and in fake disgust, she raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a rather naughty patient. I feel like handling you is going to be a stiff test for me, but no matter what, I plan to get an A for effort.”

“Touché to that.”

That caused me to snicker. However, her razor-sharp wit was captivating and piqued my interest in her role play even more.

“Yes, Mister Nelsen, I plan to use a hands-on approach when it comes to dealing with you, and I know that I can handle anything that pops up with vitality.”

“Is that right? Ok, I am here to get a feel for how well you handle unbending issues." I challenged.

A smile crept onto her face as the sexual tension in the air crackled with anticipation.

“Just remember, Jeffrey, I am the tester, and you are the testee.”

“Yes, Nurse Katherine Ann.”

That was the first time she had ever called me Jeffrey, like my mom did when I was being naughty. Kat certainly didn’t look or sound like my mother, yet I found myself feeling deliciously naughty, and the previous association only heightened the risqué feelings in our lustful atmosphere.

Kat stood right in front of me, looking serious and professional, while I sat on the couch. At first she had her hands resting on her hips, known as the “arms akimbo” stance. It was her way of conveying to me her dominant role, one of authority and confidence. What an actress!

She declared, “Hey, smart aleck, the preliminaries are over; the test starts now.”

Swiftly she grabbed the bottom of her sweater and slowly lifted it up past her tummy, over her boobs, and up to her chin. She held it there and rotated her body around several times before removing it altogether. Underneath, she was wearing a T-shirt with a picture of Angel on it.

I hadn’t seen that T-shirt before. As for what the shirt covered, everything appeared well-proportioned as usual. Her bust filled and stretched out her tight T-shirt perfectly. The major outlines of her knockers were visible, although a bra concealed the shape of her nipples. Recalling the lovely image of her naked girls in my mind, I longed to see those voluptuous tits in all their glory again and forevermore.

“Nice picture.”

It gave me the opportunity to ogle her mounds without appearing lecherous. Still, I am sure that Kat didn’t care; after all, she was testing me for a certain kind of reaction related to what I observed. A solidified response to her performance is what I knew she wanted my mind and especially my body to point out in the worst way. The strategy was working, as I was definitely experiencing sexy sensations already.

Kat declared, “My Angel kitty loves you too!”

That sounded provocative and exciting, but before I could comment, Kat removed her slacks. I quickly lost my train of thought as her sexy legs caught my attention. From her slacks now piled around her feet, my eyes trailed up her well-defined calves and past her knees. The upper half of her thighs were still covered by a red pair of lace trim silk shorts.

The shorts stood out and accented her tan skin. I had always admired her slim and lean thighs while walking, but never this closely. Blatantly I ogled her radiant skin as it alluringly disappeared under the lacy ruffles. Her beautiful lower extremities had me feeling charmed.

“Hey you, mister.”

Abruptly, Kat kicked those slacks at me, which jolted my nerves and brought my attention back down to her feet. The open-ended sandals she wore displayed the delightful femininity of her petite feet. She had immaculately manicured red toenails, a sight I had never witnessed before, since she had always worn walking shoes or slippers. Well, actually, I guess she hadn’t been wearing any footwear on her patio that day in May, but then I wasn’t looking at her feet.

“Nice sandals and nails,”

“Thanks, Jeffrey, my nails match this…”

Her hands rapidly rolled her Angel shirt up over a tantalizing red bra and lifted it off over her head in the blink of an eye. In truth, I doubt that I even blinked once. The stylish lacy fabric cupped her tits wonderfully. Huge swells spilled out over the top, revealing lots of inviting cleavage for me to savor.

The bra plunged quite low; even so, it strategically covered her areolas and nipples from my admiring eyes. She was turning back and forth to show off her seductive torso. The flat tummy I saw drew my eyes down to her innie belly button, which bounced around in a hypnotizing way with all her movements.

I was also busy keeping my fast-swelling dick covered.

“Very pretty, Miss Johnson.”

Sparkling hazel eyes accompanied her wide smile. I knew that she wanted to share herself with me, and that was her mission; using role play was her way of spicing it up, but two can play that game. However, before I could formulate any kind of plan, she interrupted my ability to think straight.

“Thanks, buster, and my bra matches this…”

Her hands slipped under her silky shorts waistband and pushed them down past her knees and down to her feet, where they were kicked to the side along with her sandals. Exposed to my viewing pleasure were red lace high-leg cheeky panties. The front of the panties were made of semitransparent lace that extended down to a solid panel, which barely covered her ripe pussy. At the speed of a neuron impulse, my cock jumped to its full 5 ½ inch length. In all honesty, it wasn't quite that fast, but it was certainly speedy.

I was so turned on; I felt my cock fluttering over what my captivated eyes saw.

Somehow, I managed to utter, “Spectacular attire, Miss Johnson; please turn around.”

I hadn’t seen her butt before; out on her patio, Kat had only faced me, and sitting at her vanity, it was covered by the chair seat. I wasn’t disappointed, and it was clear why they are called cheeky panties. Since most of her two callipygous cheeks were uncovered, and part of her butt crack could be seen through the lace. Only a thin line of dark red fabric halfway down her crack was opaque. She shook her tush in front of my face and then peeked around at me with her sizzling hot smile.

It took everything I had to keep from grabbing her.

Then Kat expressed her nursing dominance again.

“Mr. Nelsen, quit gawking at me, pay attention, and take off your robe. I want to see if you have a flare-up in your nether region.”

When I uncovered my full-fledged erection, my lovely nurse appeared pleased but expressed concern.

“My goodness, Jeffrey, you really have a recurring swelling issue here; it seems to come and go. I believe your problem is going to require extensive long-term care from a true professional; let me recommend my services."

"Dear Miss Johnson, RN, you have my seal of approval. Your skills have already raised the bar, my pink bar of endearment. You’re already a 10 in my book.”

I don’t know whether it was because of my naughty comment or from watching my inflexible predicament, but Kat looked amused. Even so, she didn’t say anything about it.

Instead, Kat stated, “I am not done testing you. Your swelling needs to be maximized so I can find out what the full extent of your condition is. For the best outcome, I must be fully aware of what I am dealing with.”

I sat there naked as a jaybird with my cock hugging tight to my abdomen and pointing straight up. I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to become any harder, longer, or thicker. I was about as excited as a man can get. Kat’s eye candy kept me fixated on her every movement. Best of all, I knew that the view was about to get even better.

“Kat, that’s super. I am thrilled that you want to be my Florence Nightingale.”

"Oh, for heaven’s sake, you’re chatting me up again, and this time it may work." She grinned but kept to her mission.

Kat kept glancing down at my erection again and again. She had an impassioned look in her eye, and her libido seemed to be raging in a delightful way. Furthermore, her swaying hips were such a tease and added even more fuel to the fire burning within me. Anticipation charged the sultry atmosphere, and I felt the excitement percolating as she leaned closer, her eyes filled with mischief. Suddenly, she stopped moving around and reached behind her back and unclasped the pretty red bra.

“You’re so lovely and impossible to resist; can I grab you?”

I felt like a predator licking my chops. It was getting tougher and tougher to control myself. God, I wanted to hold Kat in my arms so badly. She was only inches from me; I could have easily touched her sexy body, but somehow I held back, at least for the time being.

Beaming at me, Kat impishly slapped my leg in response to my compliment and question.

She went on to say, “Look, but don’t touch.”

“You’re the boss.”

That comment wasn’t entirely accurate, but I said it to keep her happy and inspire her to continue her amazeballs performance. Indeed, my balls were amazed and feeling awfully darn potent once again. Obviously, my twin boys still carried a mother lode of untapped inventory to release.

Then Kat proceeded to give me the most incredible hedonistic striptease I’ve ever experienced. Even though she only had two pieces of clothing left to take off, Kat's slow, erotic actions prolonged and increasingly built up my deep yearnings for her. I saw her fabulous stripping performance as an indication that together, we were going to enjoy a mind-blowing climax infused with emotion, love, and pleasure.

It took Kat a good five minutes of sliding her bra’s straps up and down and cupping the fabric over her luscious tits before I even saw her areolas and perky nipples. After that, her nipples played peek-a-boo with me for another few minutes. Finally, she dropped the bra but used her hands to cover them and extend the exhibition. Her tits were mouthwatering as they bounced around, always settling in their ideal positions without any sag.

This test, as Kat called it, was being done so well it didn’t seem like an amateur performance. Has she actually stripped professionally, or is it an act that she has perfected from past experiences?

While she cupped her tits with her hands, I could only see her nipples poking out between her fingers. The fact that they were highly engorged gave away her horny state of mind. Once she finally dropped her hands, I saw dark pink nipples that extended out nearly two thirds of an inch. I probably looked like I was entranced, which was true. To prod me out of my spellbound state and tempt me further, she leaned over and bopped me in the nose, first with one very firm right nipple and then with the equally stiff left one.

Then Kat’s hands returned to her tits; she rubbed and squeezed them. I watched her pinch and pull her nipples, and then she began licking them. Finally, the even darker pink beauties disappeared one at a time into her mouth, and she sucked hard on them. When one by one they reemerged, her dark pink nipples had turned scarlet and really looked inflamed. They were absolutely begging for my attention.

“Do you need any help with those?”

Kat looked incredibly turned on and her upper cheeks sported a bright glow. She never answered my question. Instead, her hands grabbed hold of her panties on both sides and slowly began sliding them down over her hips.

I watched Kat turning this way and that, and I ogled brazenly at her front and back as the panties she wore drifted lower and lower. Her semitransparent butt crack became fully exposed along with the rising of her full moon. I wanted to tickle and fondle those buns in the worst way. On her front side, a narrow strip of well-groomed pubic hair began to appear. I leered at her strip lustfully and bit down on my lower lip.

Kat apparently caught sight of my spellbound appearance, because she whispered to me in a seductive tone.

"Mister Aircraft Controller, sir, are you wanting to alight your power glider on my landing strip?”

“Did you say, power glider?"

"Yes, your crimson-colored power glider."

That was amusing wordplay, and I barely managed to answer between chuckles. "Certainly, but first, I must receive the proper authorization to land there from the controller in charge."

My high level of sexual excitement had diverted much of my blood flow away from my big head to my little one, which made it difficult for me to think clearly. Considering the state of stupefied arousal, I found myself in, that was a pretty darn good response.

Kat giggled and replied, “Hmmm, we’ll have to see; it depends on whether you make the proper approach or not.”

For my viewing pleasure, she wiggled seductively back and forth, baring more of her extremely special erogenous zone with each sexy movement of her hips.

I declared, “The view inside my cockpit is literally outstanding.”

I found Kat's nearly hairless pussy added to her femininity in a way that's difficult to explain. I suppose it made her appear more vulnerable yet open to sharing all of her womanly treasures with me. Every one of my former partners, including my wife, had kept their pussies hidden behind a nice thick bush. Once again Kat was giving me more luscious visual treats to savor.

Giggling harder from my last comment, Kat appeared to be randy as hell.

She replied, “Look, my pussy is turning a darker pink color, and it's your fault.”

Immediately, Kat's panties dropped to the floor, and all she wore was a silly expression. I couldn’t have been more thrilled.

Wow, there looking wet and slick was the front of Kat's steamy pussy. She then gave me an open invitation to ogle it when she moved her legs further apart to expose all of her most private property and told me I was welcome to visit anytime. It was framed on three sides by a mostly hairless tan-to-pinkish mound and outside lips that looked like an inverted “I just got lucky” pinkish horseshoe.

Within that irresistible feminine flesh, two enlarged and steamy wet inner lips hung down slightly and ranged in color from dark pink to deep red the more inside I looked. Her high degree of excitement had them prominently distended and ready for a bald-headed visitor. Obviously, I wasn’t the only one with a swelling condition.

I couldn’t refrain from saying, “Your precious kitty is looking great! I see a gorgeous smooth runway, and I love your hangers.”

My comment harkened us back to our second walk and the laughter a less erotic remark had caused. However, our state of arousal was so elevated that sexual expectations had progressed way beyond naughty suggestions.

In Kat’s eyes I saw fiery passion blazing away; she tittered and raised the ante.

“Maybe if you perform a talented landing showing me how smooth and gentle your touchdowns are, I’ll welcome your glider inside those hangars, or, as you referred to them, hangers, for some much-needed servicing. What do you say to that?"

"Well, (pause) hmm, hmm. I mean, yes, ma’am, I am up; I'm really up for the challenge. Even though I am just learning about your localized topography, I can land flawlessly on your well-manicured strip. Indeed, my hard-working glider could really use some tender loving care, and I also have a priceless load of little bits and pieces to deliver. Your receiving area looks more than ably prepared to deal with the incoming process.”

One thing's for sure, with Kat, I had met my match. She had me intoxicated with lust. Actually, I believe we were both worked up and desperately craving the pleasurable physical experience that our new sexual relationship was set to give us.

"I’m so ready for your delivery, but first I want to show you the physical contours of my private landing facilities from the opposite direction; recognizing the natural features from that viewpoint is important as well."

Immediately, Kat spun around and touched her toes. She posed for me with her sexy butt facing me and her legs wide apart.

Acting like an X-rated travel agent, Kat shared the following itinerary: “If you’re interested in taking the back way route to glide in, let me guide you. As you can see, the terrain and resulting flight path are completely unique. Notice how your destination is surrounded and often hidden by two rounded hills, one on each side. The landing can be a little tricky, so your glider needs to approach the target at the proper angle for the smoothest landing. This direction is another option to consider, and it offers some well-rounded scenery as well.”

“In fact, as the glider’s owner, I know you will find this back course to be another banging option.”

“Really, you never fail to amaze me with your sexy use of ambiguities.”

“You started it, Mister.”

Wow, I got to see all of Kat's womanly parts from behind and additional assets that had been virginal to my eyes. It felt as if my cock was pulsating with its very own heartbeat. Needless to say, she wasn’t shy about spreading her legs way out either. Oh, my lord, her body was perfect, especially for what I desperately wanted to do with her.

“Kat, this is the best test I’ve ever taken.”

Kat continued to be bent over, and she spied at me through her open legs. Apparently, she wanted to see my reaction to what she was doing and about to say. My remark about her unusual testing method had also made her giggle.

“Jeff, I am giving you an F grade."

All the while Kat played with her inner pussy lips and slit that were completely exposed. What a sight! There was no shyness and no modesty, only openness and kittenish behavior. Her hand traveled back and forth from the clit to the gooch. The intense stimulation she was enjoying caused her bubblicious butt to sway back and forth in front of me.

“An F, really?“

Simultaneously, while watching her unending erotic performance, I felt some pre-cum oozing out of my cock’s purplish head. Then Kat stood up and turned around to face me.

“You have a cock that’s swollen, reddish purple, and leaking jizz. You have failed my test in every way possible. In reality, I think you’re the best definition of an F---er that I’ve ever tested. Your problem is manageable, but you will require regular treatments from me. I promise to meet all of your needs head-on.”

“You have a pussy that is flooded, dilated, and redder than a fireball. You’re in need of assistance more than me.”

Kat was still in charge, but I decided it was about time for me to take over.

Still, I played along for the time being. "Nurse Kat, what can this seasoned air traffic controller and, obviously, a former bush pilot do to please you?”

"Are you saying that you want to earn your wings with me?"

“Yes, smarty, absolutely!”

Grinning widely, Kat explained, “Ok, flying solo, you need to prove that you can land smoothly, slip your power glider into my receiving terminal, and work hard to make sure that all the bits and pieces in the priceless load you’re carrying are delivered properly. This must be the consummate rendezvous. Do you understand me?”

“My goodness, you’re not only a wordplay queen, but bossy too. Not so fast, Miss Kat; I have other plans for you right now.”

With that said, I jumped off the couch, picked up Kat, and hauled her down the hallway into the bedroom. After pulling the covers down, I plopped her flat on her back. Kat lay there smiling up at me and rapidly spread her legs. The unspoken message she sent me is the most erotic invitation known to man.

Not wasting another second, I crawled on top of her. We made out, and our hands explored each other’s naked bodies. I played with both her hard nipples using my thumbs and forefingers, twisting and teasing them relentlessly. She emitted sweet, murmuring sounds into my mouth as our tongues passionately and literally communicated through intimate contact.

Her hand had swiftly found my cock, pressed up against her upper leg just a couple of inches from her pussy. She pumped it vigorously, moving her hand up and down like a piston. When I reached down to stop her assault before it was too late, she tried mightily, but unsuccessfully, to direct my pulsating pecker into her needy love tunnel.

Kat cried out, “Jeff, I badly need you; please take me now.”

“Certainly, my dear, after this…”

I broke off our French kissing and kissed my way down to Kat’s neck, delicately tonguing and kissing my way over her ears and sucking on her earlobes.

Next, I whispered into Kat’s right ear, “Relax and enjoy; we are not going to hurry. I’ve just begun to make love; you deserve lots of appreciation for being the wonderful lady you are and for all the extraordinary things you do. I love you so much, sweet babe!”

“I love you even more. I am so glad I met you, Jeff!”

“Kat, it’s impossible for you to love me more.”

We chuckled, but the laughter quickly turned into a warm silence as we locked eyes. The intensity of the moment was powerful; I noticed Kat’s eyes started to glisten with moisture. It seemed that both of us were filled with so much emotion that words couldn’t come close to describing it. I also felt my eyes tearing up, along with a massive outpouring of love for her.

I leaned in for another tender kiss. I savored her soft lips and the affection that was clearly mutual. The kiss lasted until I moved my mouth south. I returned to kissing her neck, and then I started planting them on her upper chest.

Kat uttered, “Ooh, ooh, that tickles.”

Slowly, I worked my way down to Kat’s lovely tan tits that were projecting out nicely even though she was on her back. Her tits were soft, firm, and very responsive to my first trail of kisses.

“Nice tits! I will never get tired of complimenting your beautiful girls.”

Then and there, I wanted to roll and twist Kat's swollen nipples around my tongue and suck on them with vigor.

In lieu of fulfilling rampant desires quickly, I decided to slowly build up the intensity level to create the ultimate amount of pleasure possible. Pleasing her meticulously was my biggest goal. I may not have the physical attributes of a guy like Dirk, but I wanted to prove that didn’t matter when it came to satisfying her. I hoped to give her the best sensual gratification of her life.

Kat replied, “My girls are delighted to see you again and be forever yours!”

“I feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

I remembered back to that embarrassing day on the patio; what a difference a few months can make. There was no doubt about it; she had given me a green light for whatever I wanted to do to her sexually. In fact, the light was so green you could mow it.

“You’re my darling man; ooh, ooh, gee.”

Closing in on her nipples, I fondled, kissed, and licked Kat’s two titillating globes. I took my time, slowly circling in closer and closer. In due course, I licked her light brown areolas and, finally, her reddish-brown nipples themselves. I listened intently to the sounds she made and watched her body language to learn what she liked best.

Her extremely engorged nipples were rigidly poking my tongue and very sensitive to my maneuvers. Kat was moaning and wiggling under me. The noises coming out of her mouth became louder and louder as I went from licking to sucking on her girls. While I orally assaulted one nipple, I fondled the other. Her tits tasted rich and felt wonderful against my tongue.

Kat’s hands had been tousling the hair on the back of my head. Suddenly, she pulled my hair. I initially thought she might be experiencing a titty orgasm, but that was not the case.

She cried out, “I can’t take it anymore; ooh, ooh, my lord, you’re driving me wild!”

“Let yourself go, babe; I'd love to watch you get off.”

Kat’s loveliness and role play had given me a sustained boner for quite some time. I was actually in danger of getting blue balls. Still, even though my cock throbbed and needed her pussy badly, I was on a mission to give her the first climax.

Having left her overly excited tits, I licked and kissed my way down her sexy flat tummy. Kat’s skin is soft, and I enjoyed teasing her bellybutton with my tongue. Lower still, I reached her 24-inch waist and then tiptoed my fingers and slithered my tongue south of the border. Expectations were running wild, and it seemed that we were both intoxicated with desire.

I was sure that my raging, average-sized, one-eyed monster had turned purple from what felt like localized high blood pressure pounding away in my loins. I came upon Kat’s landing strip and kissed my way through the downy growth, continuing on down to one drenched pussy. It was likely the wettest pussy I had ever seen that wasn't submerged in water. I picked up the scent of her arousal, the utmost of female pheromones. Her tattletale scent was more proof of her deep cravings for me.

I dearly wanted to get a taste of her and eat some pussy. I slid back about two feet and pushed her legs out even wider to get the best possible view and access to her feminine treasures. Her slippery outer and inner lips were pink to deep red on the inside. I leaned down and gently licked her slit from her vagina up past her clit.

She purred, "Oh, my gawd."

My licking of Kat’s pussy already had it trembling with pleasure. Her enlarged clit was also visible, having mostly escaped its hood. Before I zeroed in on her red ruby of feminine treasures, I attended to her inner petals of flesh and a wide open vajayay.

I told Kat in between lapping up her juices and sucking on her folds of womanly flesh. “You taste wonderful; I love your tangy and slightly spicy flavor.”

I was enjoying her most intimate nectar. I watched Kat’s body language closely to gauge her reaction to what I was doing. I wanted to keep her right on the edge for as long as possible. Once I started slipping my tongue over her dark pink clit, I knew that she wouldn’t last long, so I took my time getting there. Besides my tongue, fingers were busy playing with her honeypot.

At first my digits tickled around her snatch, and then they started to probe further and further inside. Simultaneously, my tongue worked closer to her exceedingly aroused clit that was now prominently on display. I became aware that my middle finger had found her G-spot when she took a deep breath, moaned, and twitched.

At that point she had become vulnerable to losing it. A couple of gentle strokes over her G-spot and more oral pressure on her clit caused her to explode. Naughty words were spoken as she twisted this way and that. What a release! Her massive orgasm was incredibly intense and a personal expression of her sensuality, an awe-inspiring sight I was proud to have been part of.

Afterwards, I felt successful and happy that I was responsible for giving her that immense amount of hedonic gratification. Yet, in my vulnerable state, I was beyond needy myself. I felt increasingly desperate to relieve the pent-up pressure in my cock and balls.

It literally took Kat five minutes to calm down and open her eyes. Her beautiful hazel eyes had a dreamy and serene appearance.

I was still on my hands and knees between her legs, enjoying the effects my deed had on her. Before long, her hand guided me back up to her pillow, where we kissed each other passionately. My cock pushed up against her upper leg, very close to her heavenly hole. She must have felt my hardness, because she reached down and grabbed it with a determined look.

Kat demanded, “Jeff, I want you to fuck the living daylights out of me!”

“That sounds terrible, Kat.”

“You know what I mean; I need your cock inside me now, and you must need my lady bits even more. No worries, babe; you know I’m healthy, and I am also on the pill.”

“I am too.”

“You mean you’re on the blue or yellow pill?”

“No, Kat, I am not taking any pills. I mean that I’m healthy.”

“That’s good, but really, I had no doubts about your sexual potency considering what I’ve witnessed, but now I want to feel it all the way inside me.”

Honestly, possible consequences from what we were doing hadn't even entered my mind. I confess to being completely enamored with her, to the extent that my capacity for rational thought had vanished. Honestly, at that moment I was so horned up I didn’t really care if there were any risks.

"Sweet babe, I'm all good and more than willing. Now you're going to get what you deserve."

Without any more hesitation, I rolled towards her and lifted myself up to hover right on top of her. My super hard-on was tight up against my abdominal muscles. As I moved downward and went to slip my cock in, I felt it slide past her welcoming hole and do the stripper slide instead. I glided through her groovy labia and over her glorious clit with my hardness, but I had missed the target like a power glider that missed its terminal. My straight-up cock had failed on its mission. In the heat of the moment, I had advanced too rapidly, and apparently my cock’s approach angle was slightly off.

”Oops, my fuck-up."

Literally it wasn’t, since I had missed my objective, but I knew she would have something witty to say.

My miss caused Kat to exhale loudly in disappointment but also in amusement.

Giggling, Kat said, “Your aim is off; you missed the pocket.”

“I wasn’t aligned properly; I’ll hook it into your sweet spot this time.”

"Promises, promises."

"You'll find out."

Still giggling, Kat replied, “You sound determined, and I like it.”

Trying again, my cockhead lingered at the opening of her steamy vagina, and I yelled out, “Guess what, no drive, no 5.”

Kat hollered out, “Oh my God, forget about bowling. Let’s get it on.”

“This is about inches, not a five-pin. I am talking about poking your kitty with my five and a half inches, to be exact.”

Kat snorted, “Huh.”

Right away, Kat started to laugh, but before she could say anything more, I drove all five and a half-plus inches of my needy cock into her love tunnel in one long thrust. The action caused her to take a deep breath, but there didn’t seem to be any discomfort. Initially, she trembled with laughter, but then she shivered from the intense sensation of my engorged phallus invading and slowly probing her plush pussy.

Her pussy was so inviting, and I slid inside its wet tightness with ease. Slipping my cock all the way up to the hilt nearly overwhelmed me with pleasure.

I covered Kat’s mouth with mine, and still she uttered garbled words that I couldn’t understand. Her body language was welcoming, so I knew nothing was wrong. In fact, she had lifted up her knees and locked her legs around the top of my butt and held me tightly against her.

Meanwhile, I was in total bliss. Kat’s inner walls clung tightly and caressed my cock for the first time, creating an all-encompassing feeling greater than any words can describe. My nervous system was feeling unrivaled indulgence, while my brain was bathed with a surge of endorphins. We were physically connected in every respect and making tons of love.

My cock would become completely buried in her, and then I partially withdrew it and shoved it back in over and over again. Every time I dove my throbbing member all the way back in her wildly undulating pussy, I enjoyed the greatest feeling known to man.

I looked into her loving eyes and decided to synchronize my cock’s ingoing pushes with endearing words. “Dear sweet Kat.” A withdrawal followed and then another thrust. “I am out of my mind.” A pull back, followed by another drive. “In, in, in.” A retreat, followed by an even more forceful plunge. “In love with you!”

She whispered, “Ooh, ooh, aah, you’re the sweetest man.”

Following that, I picked up the pace and made sure the thrusting motion I was using touched Kat’s most sensitive spots. Ideally, I wanted my mons to rub up against her clit and my super stiff dick to massage her G-spot with each powerful stroke. She was staring deeply into my eyes amid the waves of her building release.

Kat blurted out, “You feel so good inside me. You’re rubbing over my G-spot. Ooh man, that is, ooh wow. Ooh yes, right there. Fuck me, fuck meee harder, ooh, ooh, yes, yesss!”

Kat's butt was bouncing on the bed from my powerful strokes. Each time I partially withdrew, her rebounding pussy met my throbbing cock halfway up before I once again drove her butt back down onto the mattress. It seemed like she didn’t want me to leave her pussy partly empty for even a brief moment.

Each time I rammed my cock back in up to the hilt, my balls slapped against Kat's perineum at the precise moment we bottomed out. The rhythmic light clapping noises we were making sounded like our reproductive organs were cheering us on. The inaugural mating actions between Kat and me were wildly passionate and simply unforgettable.

I sputtered out, “I, I, I, cherish you, babe, ooh, ooh, shit.”

In ragged gasps I heard, “My heart beats for yooou, aah, aah, aah.”

Straightaway, I watched as she swallowed hard, closed her eyes, tilted her head back, bit down on her lower lip, flickered her eyelids, arched her back, jerked her hips, and moaned out additional uninhibited sounds in sexual ecstasy. Another, even more powerful orgasm had claimed her. I felt her vagina spasm and twitch convulsively around my cock. Kat was rocking every part of me, and she was on the verge of gratifying my body’s and mind’s number one longing.

Within seconds, I also felt myself losing control as I continued to pound her for all I was worth. My balls tightened up; I felt the overpowering contractions and pleasurable sensations under and at the base of my cock and knew I was going to splatter a decent load of sperm all over her inner walls and cervix.

I was maxed out inside Kat; her pussy lips easily stretched out to blissfully accommodate my cock’s much thicker base. If I could have, I would have pushed my whole pelvis into her opening that felt so heavenly.

“Aah, aah, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I hollered.

The surging feeling of semen rushing up my shaft engulfed me with rapturous delight. I shot out squirt after squirt of hot manly cum. At the beginning of my orgasm, each squirt I shot into her loveliness felt so intense my body quivered violently and my mind was transported. I became lost in the moment; it was pure ecstasy.

The frenzy of the passion was incredibly forceful and draining. At the end of my ejaculation, which had reduced to nothing but seepage, I took a big gulp of air, shuddered, and finally wilted on top of her.

I languished inside Kat for several minutes, and in concert, her pussy and my cock continued to twitch in Morse code-like signals, sending forth short dits and long dahs. Our sexual organs seemed to be communicating back and forth and complimenting each other about something that our minds already knew. We had just made gratifying love that filled our souls with boundless joy.

I remained on top of Kat, and she looked relaxed and satisfied. Her pussy was still convulsing and trembling around my cock from the unbelievable pleasure that I had given her. We smiled back and forth, and I saw love in her eyes.

“Jeff, that was incredible; I have never experienced an orgasm so intense and breathtaking. You’re a truly exceptional lover!”

“Wow, I’ve never felt anything so mind-blowing, either. Kat, I love you so much; you’re absolutely wonderful!”

My boner began to shrink, and before long it slipped out of the adoring confines of her lush pussy. Along with my cock came a mixture of surplus pearly-colored semen and love juice, a normal upshot of carnal knowledge and further proof of our love in full bloom.

I moved over to Kat’s side, and we hugged, kissed, and fondled one another. When she rolled the other way, I slowly drew shapes on her back with a single finger; she is ticklish and squirmed away from my touch. This scenario happened several times, but she always came back for more.

Unexpectedly, she started giggling about something. I could tell it had nothing to do with her back being tickled.

“What’s so funny?”

Kat turned around to face me before she spoke. "Oh, I was just thinking about your line: 'No drive, no five.'"

Then she explained, "Considering the all-consuming passion of the moment, I couldn't understand why you wanted to talk about bowling. At first I thought maybe you had lost your mind. It makes for a hilarious memory, if you know what I mean.”

“Honeybuns, I do wish that I had a little more down there to give you.”

Kat put her hand on my chin, lifted it, and stared lovingly into my eyes.

Kat commented forcefully, “You guys are always hung up, no pun intended, on the size of your cocks. Let me straighten you out. No, not that way. The satisfaction you gave me was the best I have ever had, period. Size doesn’t matter, and your 5-plus inches proved that. It’s how well you use what you have that matters."

"I've always thought so too, but…"

"But nothing, Jeff; your performance was second to none. Speaking of dicks, some guys, like Dirk, might have a bigger dick, but what good is it if they don’t know how or care enough to meet their lady’s needs properly? I cherish your talented cock, and I wouldn’t trade it for any other one in the world. I don't want to hear any more about it.”

“Sweet, but even so, I bet you’re happy that I am hung more like a bowler man than a gentleman golfer.”

“Why is that?”

Chuckling at her, “Well, if I were a gentleman golfer, I would have only yelled 4!”

Bursting with laughter, Kat remarked, "You do have a bona fide point, no pun intended. Plus, as a woman, I like to hear that my man has balls to spare. No one can make that claim in any other sport except bowling."

“See, Kat, I knew you would agree. Plus, we bowlers have bigger balls to play with.” That got both of us laughing.

“Very funny! Except for one thing, goofball: the word is 'fore,' not 'four.'"

Along with Kat’s correction, her hand came over to comfort me. She was going to make me feel better by playing with my softened cock. Wrong or not, she wanted to show her affection and support by giving me pleasure. This was her touchy-feely nature, and as her lover, it seemed to be even more exaggerated. She was nurturing my feelings through the soft caress of her talented fingers.

I couldn’t feel more positive about my place in life. Reveling in the intimacy of her touch and joy of the moment, I forgot about whatever we were talking about.

When Kat began affectionately stroking my cock in earnest, I was jolted back to reality. Whether I was drained or not, her expert caressing was awakening my cock, which had only recently gone to sleep.

“Wow, I am sensitive down there."

“Your handsome cock is a magnet for my cock-loving fingers. I especially like how yours feels in my hand, and I love to watch it grow.”

Despite Kat’s initial resistance, she lowered her hand and instead started to play with my boys. She was lightly running her fingers in circles around my balls.

Somehow, I managed to utter, "It sounds like four, you know what I mean.”

“Yes, darling, it sounded funny; however, you outsmarted yourself this time. Fore isn’t a number; it means look out.”

At the same time, my balls felt electrified, and Kat must have felt them slinking around in a sinuous manner under her fingers. It almost seemed like she stroked me without thinking about the consequences, or perhaps she knew exactly what she wanted.

“Ok, FORE, FORE, FORE, you’re playing with fire.” I declared.

Her hand retracted as if she had touched something burning hot. I had her highly amused again.

Kat said, “You’re incorrigible, Jeff, but I love you just the way you are. I also think that your dad was prophesying when he gave you your middle name."

"Why do you say that?"

Kat raised her eyebrows and smirked at me flirtatiously. When she spoke, her sexy-sounding voice emphasized her point.

"As you know, the majestic oak is a hardwood. And without a doubt you have the hardest wood I've ever encountered and now possess." Kat giggled mischievously after saying that.

Chuckling. "Really, that's a stretch, and you're calling me incorrigible? Still, I love it and you, my dear. Your playful spirit is just one of the many reasons I adore you."

Angel jumped up on the bed with us about that time, and she started to purr as she stomped on a blanket.

“Nice pussy,” I stated.

Giggling some more, Kat said, “Should I be saying thanks?”

I answered, “Yes, cutie pie, you own two lovely ones. Wait a second, I own yours now, and what’s yours is also mine.”

Kat was grinning from ear to ear; actually, we were both grinning back and forth.

Kat said, “Did you hear that, Angel? We are family! He is wonderful, isn't he? Jeff, you’re the handsome hunk that rescued us, and for that, Angel and I will always be grateful! You’re our superhero and always will be!”

“Kat, it’s so fitting that an Angel brought us together on that life-changing day, since loving and being with you makes me feel like I've died and gone to heaven."

“Ahh, Jeff, you’re so darn sweet! Are you trying to get in my pants?”

“Ha, what pants, my dear? Frankly, Kat, I never would have imagined finding someone who understands me so completely and makes my heart feel as alive as you do.”

“Right back at you, kind sir, with my undying love, kisses, and receptive pants!” Kat giggled.

“Hmmm, sounds metaphorical.”

As if to further emphasize the comment, Kat’s hand simultaneously moved back down to tickle my balls. Yes, Kat knew exactly what she wanted, and she rapidly managed to rejuvenate my hard-on.

Before I could comment further, Kat made an offer I couldn’t refuse.

“Hey, new golfer guy, you had an errant first drive, so I’ve decided to give you a mulligan.”

“Ok, smarty-pants, or lack thereof, I have outstanding news; I feel like I am going to get a hole in one this time.”

We snickered, and Kat playfully slapped my bare butt.

“Prove it, Jeffrey Oak.”

Just before Kat pressed her two puckered-up lips against mine, I hollered out “FORE,” as more adult fun was in store…

The End