(MF, oral, exhib, interr)
by Art Martin
Kirky catches a break, or so he thinks, when he gets a call from a hot woman he's bedded before...
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Two things delayed me calling Jan. First my oldest son called. We were slated to go to Breckenridge, Colorado over Thanksgiving for a ski trip. I had rented a three bedroom condo by the lifts and had three airline tickets to Denver. Kyle called and asked if he and Mark could bring their girlfriends. What the hell… I said yes and told Kyle to make airline reservations for the girls and I’d pay him back.
Second, on Wednesday Vicky called me. Vicky is a petite, great looking MILF of mixed heritage that I had dated twice and fucked on both dates. I had tried to get something steady going with her, but she was very cautious… not about jumping in the sack, but cautious about her ex-husband who reportedly had very bad temper and who continued to cause her grief. She especially didn’t want her kids knowing that she was going out, as that would get back to Dad, and she didn’t want any of his crap. It was easier for her just to say, “I’d love to go out with you, Kirby, but…” So when she called me, it was quite a surprise.
“Tonight Dickhead is picking up the kids until 9:30,” she informed me. “Seems he wants to introduce the kids to the white slut he’s been banging before he tells them that he’s marrying her. So… the coast will be clear. How about if you come over for a while?” She’d never invited me into her apartment before. I could either go get laid, or call Jan up. I decided to get laid.
Vicky had soft music on, the lights turned down, a vanilla scented candle burning in her bedroom, and a bottle white wine by the bed when I got there. The white see-through teddy she wore contrasted tastefully with her café au lait toned skin. As soon as the door closed, she laid on me a sensuous full-mouthed tongue-swapping kiss that set my juices flowing. Stripping my shirt off as she pinned me to the door, my hands went under the sheer top to caress her muscular back and shapely ass. I really didn’t have time to appreciate the teddy she wore as she seemed to be out of it by the time she yanked my shirt off my arms.
With all of my clothes in a pile at the front door, I picked my date up in my arms and carried her to her bed for proper servicing. I could have simply jumped on and fucked her, but we had a few hours, so why not savor the moment? I sat between her splayed legs and gazed over her sumptuous body.
As I ran my hand up her thigh, I gazed down at her plump vulva, her lips slightly parted in anticipation of receiving my cock. It pleased me that her vulva was the same café au lait color of her skin and not several shades darker. My hands slid up her taut belly and across the deep oversized navel that looked to be bottomless in the candlelight.
My gaze rose to her tits, slightly large for a girl of her 5’ 2” stature and capped with thick dark nipples, hugely erect nipples that were large for a girl of any size, thumb-sized nipples that could poke your eye out. My hands caught up with my eyes to glide over her womanly mounds. Leaning forward, I kissed lightly around her aureoles and then back down to her navel. Licking back upward, I traced circles around those incredible nipples before slipping my lips over them to feast. Her nipples were as sensitive as they were fantastic and she mewled her approval of my oral embrace, the flickering tip of my tongue on her nips causing her hips to begin gyrating.
She shuddered and pushed my head away from her tit as it was now too sensitive and I immediately switched my attention to the other fleshy orb. Long before I was ready to surrender her nipple, she pushed my head away, her face glowing and a huge smile across her pretty face.
I scooted back some and placed a pillow under her hips so that her pussy would be that much more available to me. Leaning forward again, I kissed her navel and began a steady decent to my prize. I didn’t rush it, preferring to tease her, kissing her between the legs but not directly on her pussy. Around and around I went, licking into the crease between her thigh and vulva, kissing either side of her shaved vulva and kissing across her pubic mound, that while not shaved bare, was tastefully trimmed. All the while, her hips were grinding, searching for cock, my cock.
Finally I kissed up her slit, but not penetrating between them. She moaned, “Oh gawd, just do me!” I wasn’t ready to “do” her, but I did give her some immediate relief. I planted the flat of my tongue at the bottom of her peach, then slowly licked upward, spreading her open and digging into the wet pink flesh previously hidden by her labia. I heard a long, drawn out, whispering, modulating, “Ohhhhhhhhh,” as I bore into her clit. She was some tasty!
I did another slow flat-tongued lick up her cunt and then slowly ran the tip of my tongue around her clit in circles. “Oh, baby,” she breathlessly moaned. I brought my fingers into play to pry open her lips, then I traced her demure inner labia up one side and down the other, then reversed direction. The motion of her hips increased and I greedily began lapping at her pink cunt flesh. I alternated between digging my tongue into her hole and tormenting her clit. Her hips began moving up and down rapidly. Pulling away momentarily, I looked up her torso to watch her tits heaving. Then replacing my tongue with a thumb, I attacked her clit with a vengeance. Vicky cried out and then fell silent as her tummy went into contractions. She was cumming and cumming hard. Giving her a brief respite from my thumb, I covered her cunt with my lips to savor the abundant juices that would otherwise be wasted by trickling down her ass and onto the pillow.
Her legs clamped down on my head as I sucked her pussy, struggling not to be dislodged by her twisting hips. For some moments I could hear almost nothing with her thighs pressed against my ears. Then her hands were on my head, pushing me away. It was time for the main event.
After pulling my head from between her legs, and despite the fact that I was bodily still between her legs, she managed to roll to one side, ball up tightly as the echoing shock waves of her orgasm continued to reverberate through her body. I waited for a minute or so, to let the sexual jolts to subside somewhat, then I rolled her back onto her back and sitting back on my heels, I moved into the slot, wedging my knees under her thighs.
I was leaking pre-cum like a defective faucet, but she had plenty of lubrication for the both of us. Grasping my painfully hard prick in my hand, I raked the oozing tip up and down her juicy slit, then using just the head on her clit, masturbated her to another orgasm.
Desperately she punched her hips upward, trying to impale herself on my prong. Finally I gave up trying to keep my glans pressed into her clit and moved it downward. “Yesssss!” she shrieked as my cock was enveloped in the velvety depths of her hot cunt. Almost immediately, she fell silent, her hands splayed out across the bed, gripping the bed sheets as her belly rippled and her cunt contracted crazily around my deeply embedded tool. What a great fuck! Whoever Dickhead is, he is a fool to let this one slip away!
I wish I could say that I lasted a long time, but I didn’t. Who could? It was short, but incredibly good for the both of us.
Having unloaded my balls into her, I sat between her legs, my cock still buried in her pulsating puss, breathlessly savoring the afterglow of great sex and the exotic beauty before me. Even with the decreasing strength and frequency of her waning vaginal contractions, I couldn’t stay in for long before my softening cock was expelled from her paradise. Gazing down, I could see her splayed open lips throb and then watched as my dick slithered from her, followed by a gush of milky fluid.
It was early yet and I was far from ready to head home. Crawling up her sumptuous body, I wedged my knees under her arms, then grasping the headboard, leaned forward lowering my glistening wet dick, still oozing and fresh from her cunt, to her lips. Vicky raised her head to accept my offering and sucked the soft organ into her mouth. I threw my head back to enjoy the wonderful sensations she was imparting to my cock, sensations that soon had the blood engorging me again.
With my erection renewed, I swung a leg over her and dismounted her face. Not wasting a moment of the precious minutes we had, I rolled her over onto her stomach. With her hips still resting on the pillows, she spread her legs for me, and a moment later, my cock was again enveloped by her velvety cock socket as I entered her from behind. There was no frantic urgency this time, just a long slow sensuous screw. When I felt my orgasm rising, I pulled out and changed positions. We did that several times, the short breaks giving me time to cool off a bit before screwing her again. My object wasn’t for me to get my rocks off again, that would happen in due course, but to see just how long we could fuck in the time allotted to us, that and to see how many times I could push her over edge. By the time the red letters of her clock read,”9:00”, we had been screwing for nearly two solid hours. With a final sprint to the finish, I unloaded again and then rolled out of the bed.
I needed to be gone by the time Dickhead showed up with the kids in tow and it was already ten after. Going straight for the front door, I retrieved my clothes, dressed and then returned to thank her for the fantastic evening. She stretched like a cat, thrusting those unbelievable tits up at me, purring, “No, thank you, Kirby. You were wonderful! Listen, Dickhead has the kids this weekend, so… if you are available?”
“Damned right I’m available! Pick up you at seven, Friday for dinner. Then you can spend the night with me. Saturday, we’ll go sailing. Saturday night… Pack light. You’ll just need a bikini and what you wear for Dinner Friday night.”
“What about Saturday night?”
“We’ll be naked all night.”
“Sounds delicious.”
“You’re delicious,” I replied as I bent forward and kissed her leaking slit.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she sighed. That was just enough encouragement for me to slip my tongue into her and give her one last parting lick. “Eat me, baby,” she urged. Problem was the clock was relentless and Dickhead would be there any minute. I had sense enough about me to just kiss her goodnight and get the hell out of there.
*****
Friday night I picked her up and took Vicky to an upscale restaurant. She was dressed in a very short dress that showed a lot of her cleavage. Knee-length high heel boots completed her ensemble. Vicky was stunning and heads turned, both men and women, to watch her walking to the table. I felt proud to have such a stunning beauty at my arm.
Everything was perfect, that is until Jan walked up to our table. I was expecting her to be catty, but she graciously introduced herself to Vicky as the legal assistant to my lawyer. “Kirby, Bert has finished those documents. Give me a call and I can discuss them with you before you talk to Bert.” It was admirable how smoothly she delivered her demand to ‘call me, we have to talk.’
“Sure, Jan,” I replied. “I’ll call you Monday.”
Her eyes cut to Vicky and then back to me. “That will be just fine, Kirby. So glad we ran into each other tonight.”
She then turned to Vicky to say, “Nice to meet you, Vicky.” Vicky smiled, nodded and returned the departing remark.
As Jan walked away, Vicky stated, “So that’s Jan. Nice looking.”
“Not as nice as you are.”
“So what’s with the lawyer line?”
“She really is the legal assistant to my lawyer.”
“Well, whatever she does for a living, she’s still your ex-wife. I could feel the daggers…”
“Don’t worry about that. She has her own life and I have mine. Matter of fact, I see that she has a date tonight too.”
“Kind of old, isn’t he?”
“Maybe he has a big dick,” I sniggered.
“More likely he has a lot of money,” Vicky countered with a knowing grin.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t surprise me.”
Dinner was delicious and Jan’s near presence didn’t ruin the meal. Apparently they had gotten there well before we had, and I watched as the old coot and my dressed-to-kill ex, headed out the door with the coot’s hand on Jan’s butt. Yeah, he had money and he’d bought her for the night. Turning my attention back to Vicky, I added the thought, ‘I have money too, don’t I, Sweetheart?’
Once I had Vicky home, we didn’t waste time in resuming where we left off Wednesday night, with me between her legs and eating her out. Once I made her cum, she returned the oral favors and sucked me to completion. It was a grand evening! We screwed, went skinny dipping, screwed, had desert, screwed, hit the hot tub, and screwed again. I’d cum three times and lost count of Vicky’s raptures, so after I blew my greatly diminished wad on the last screw, I was finished. Thankfully Vicky was finished too and within minutes I was fast asleep.
When morning came, I lay half awake for a moment before I remembered that I had a place to put my morning wood. To my disappointment, she wasn’t there. I looked towards the master bath, but heard nothing nor saw anything through the open door. Then I caught the scent of bacon. Rousing from bed, I plodded naked to the kitchen to find her working at the stove, wearing my shirt to protect herself from grease spatters. Nuzzling up behind her, I kissed her neck and ran my hands under the shirt to caress her magnificent orbs. Feeling her up from behind had the added benefit of lifting the shirttail. I tapped her ankle with my foot and she spread her legs apart. I squatted, nestled my cock into her slot and entered her.
“Oh, baby, that feels so good,” she purred as I fucked into her, “but I’ll burn the eggs.”
“Fuck the eggs,” I growled into her ear as I thrust up into her again and not so gently, knocking her off balance and into the stove. Fortunately I had a firm grip on her tits and therefore I had a firm grip on her, and as long as I didn’t lose my own balance...
“You’re going to burn me!” she protested in alarm. She had a point, so I spun us both around, pushed her up against the sink and banged away at her with hard thudding thrusts. She responded by thrusting her ass back to take me as deeply as she could. It was a glorious morning fuck! The eggs… ruined, but neither of us gave a shit about that.
After coitus, the entire house stank of scorched eggs, but the weather was mild and a few opened windows took care of that. The no-stick frying pan, however, was a total loss. Not too high a price to pay for good hard fuck.
It turned out to be a great day for sailing, with a warm steady breeze and only a slight chop to waters of Tampa Bay. Vicky looked great in her tiny yellow bikini. Not only did it accent her fantastic petite body, but the thin material contrasted nicely with her cafe-au-lait skin.
After we were well clear of the harbor and other boats, I suggested that she should get comfortable. She knew exactly what I was getting at and striking a pose pouted, “But other people might see me.”
“So what if they do? I’m certain that they’ll enjoy the splendid view.”
Flashing a big smile, she reached behind her back and cooed, “Well, if you want me to.” Man, what a great set of tits! She didn’t stop there either and proceeded to work her bottoms down to her ankles. Stepping out of her discarded bikini bottoms, she turned and displayed her sumptuous nude body to me. This cunt has had two kids? It didn’t show.
“You too, Kirby,” she said after completing her modeling.
“I might catch cold,” I replied in jest.
“Well, if you do, I’ll keep you nice and warm,” she replied. There were still a few boats nearby, but what the hell? Once I dispensed with my swim trunks, she lightly danced away up onto the foredeck where she held onto the rigging for the jib and holding her free hand high into the air, exalted in the freedom. She was magnificent and the nearby boats did indeed enjoy the view.
After a time, she came back to the cockpit and retrieved us both a cold beer. After handing me my brew, she took a sip and while I was sitting behind the wheel, she went down on me with her mouth still filled with cold beer. I yelped and jerked as wasn’t expecting a shock like that. But she wasn’t finished and let the cold beer run from her mouth and over my balls. I nearly went overboard! I was sorely attempted to retaliate and pour some cold beer on her bare back, but she had my cock where I wanted it, so why spoil a good thing?
Needless to say, we had sex on and off all day. While sailing she’d come and straddle me, taking my cock into her body. That was preceded and/or followed by a kneeling blow job, usually without the beer treatment. We stopped, set anchor and went skinny dipping, followed by a great fuck session up on the foredeck, starting with a good old fashioned man-on-top fuck, transitioning to woman-on-top fuck, to doggie, then standing with her grasping the mast while I pounded her sumptuous cunt from behind. All that time, several boats sailed close to us, some with bare breasted women shaking their tits at us, while in other boats the ladies were in open mouthed shock. The pure exhibitionism on our part was exhilaratingly naughty to me. I didn’t know any of those people and none of them knew me. If they were offended, what were they going to do? Call the cops?
What with Vicky’s Dickhead soon to be out of the way, I was certain that I had hit the jackpot. If she could just arrange for someone to look after the kids, she’d be the perfect playmate for my planned trip to St. Martin. So on the way back to harbor with her cuddled up nude to me, I popped the question.
“Oh, that sounds wonderful!” she gushed. “I’d love to go, but…”
‘Fucking kids!’ I thought. “But what?”
“My fiancée, Ricardo… He’s coming into town tonight and we’re going to get married at Christmas.”
“Your fiancée? You’re getting married?” The look on my face must have been priceless.
“Oh, please, Kirby, don’t get mad at me.”
Get mad? I was too astounded to get angry. She waited until we were nearing the harbor before putting her bikini back on, and after securing the boat, she asked me to take her home as she needed to freshen up before Ricardo arrived from the airport later that evening. At her door, she kissed me, told me what a great time she’d had that day and the night before. She apologized for standing me up that night saying that she wasn’t expecting Ricardo that evening, but that he had texted her that morning. Then she said that she’d call me when Ricardo had left town after Thanksgiving. Disbelief on my part would be an understatement.
Once again I was back at square one without anyone to take to St. Martin, and Thanksgiving was only days away.
To be continued...
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