"No dancing tonight," said Crystal as she walked away from the hot tub, again outpacing Woody.
"Where are you going so fast?" he teased.
"You got me horny in the hot tub," she said, darkly.
"You were the one manhandling me," he pointed out.
"You felt very hard," she said.
"I am very hard," he shot back.
"But you want to take it slowly," she said.
"Not as slowly as I wanted to take it last night," he said. "Dancing really is my weak point."
"I actually like slowly," she said. "It’ keeps the anticipation at a razor’s edge."
"You like anticipating?"
"I didn’t know it, but it turns out I do ... a lot," she sighed.
"So you’re not going to do anything about getting me all hot and bothered?" he whined, his voice obviously contrived.
"I didn’t say that," she said.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, his step quickening.
"I’m going to tease you so badly that you’ll beg me," she said, turning toward her room.
"That’s not nice," he said.
"You teased me last night," she growled. "And then you sat on my lap and let me feel how hard you were."
"I danced with you last night," he reminded her. "And, as I recall it, you PUT me on your lap and groped me."
"That’s what I said," she said, opening her door. "Get inside, and get naked."
"You’re awfully bossy," he said.
"I get that way when a man teases me," she said.
He stood, hands on his hips, naked, while she walked in a circle around him.
"Well?" he asked, smiling.
"You’ll do," she said. "It’s been a long time since I had a man in this position."
"I know other positions you might be interested in," he grinned.
"I’m the one teasing you," she said. "Remember that. We’re going at MY speed, tonight."
"Yes Ma’am," he said, snapping a salute. His prick bobbed at his arm movement.
"I need to stretch," said Crystal.
"Can I watch?" he asked.
"You have to watch," she said, starting to take her suit off. "but no touching ... not unless I say so."
"Why are we stretching?" he asked. "Are we going to do something ... energetic?" He stroked his prick.
"If you’re
not going to follow the program," she said darkly, her suit half off
her body, "we can always go do something else."
His hand flashed away from his penis, and he made the motions of locking his mouth, and throwing away the key. She smiled.
"To answer your question ... I don’t know," she said, removing the rest of her suit.
She stretched,
and her fingertips brushed the ceiling. Woody stared.
There seemed to be acres of flesh on her body. Her breasts were
full and round, but looked small somehow on her tall frame. Her
legs were the kind that men sometimes describe as "going all the way to
the ground". The expanse of taut flesh over her belly
looked big enough to contain triplets without even trying.
She was just huge.
"I feel like
you’ve been teasing me," she said, bending over backwards.
She kept going, and his jaw gaped, as her hand touched the floor behind
her. Her feet went out, just wider than her shoulders, and he was
looking at that wide, flat belly, which suddenly looked almost like a
table. Her pussy lips were fully on display. They
were tightly closed, but lush and thick. She had surprisingly
little pubic hair, but it was dark and fluffy.
Her feet seemed
glued to the floor as, somehow, she rose back up, her stomach muscles
tightening. She turned around, and with her back to him, bent
over, showing him her pussy from the back, this time. Her
pussy lips looked delicious, like dried apricots, waiting to be
eaten. She walked her hands between her widely spread legs, until
her head was behind her calves, and she was looking at him upside down.
"I like teasing
you too," she said, from her upside-down position. "You could
walk over here right now and your penis would be at the perfect height
to go in me."
He took an
involuntary step forward, and she stood faster than he would have
believed. Her hand came up, one long finger extended, and she
waved it from side to side.
"Stay," she
commanded, like he was a prize dog. When he stopped, one foot in
front of the other, and she added "Good boy", he had to
laugh. He liked this too. He liked it when she was
forceful.
She walked to him and leaned ever so little, her hand grasping his manhood.
"Would my pussy
feel good around this?" Her face was inches from him.
"I’m hot, and wet, just thinking about it," she said.
"That’s how attractive I find you, Woody Buckholtz."
She squeezed, and then let go. She walked around behind him.
"So strong ...
so athletic ... so firm." Her hand cupped one butt cheek and she
squeezed it as he automatically tightened it.
She went to the
bed, and sat down on the end, her butt right on the edge. She lay
back on it, and stretched her arms out, above her head.
"But
you’re a man," she said to the ceiling. "and I don’t
trust men. I loved a man, once, and he broke my heart."
She reached
over her head, her arms going up to the covered pillow, and she pulled the
covers off of it. She pulled the pillow down and, folding it in
half, propped her head up, so she could see him.
"Can I trust
you, Woody Buckholtz?" she asked, lifting one leg straight up into the
air above her, and then folding it along her body until her foot was
lying beside her head. Woody winced as he thought about the
pressure on her hip joint, but she didn’t seem to feel any
discomfort.
"Can I trust
you, Woody Buckholtz?" she asked again, as her second leg came up on
her other side. She shrugged her arms inside her legs, until they
were lying on the backs of her thighs, and lifted her head.
Her feet moved inwards, and her ankles crossed. Her
thick, wrinkled pussy lips were not closed any more. They pulled
open, stretched by her position. There was a line of some sticky,
white substance stretched between them. Her hole looked
purple and dark. Her rectum, shockingly pink, flexed open once,
and then closed tightly again.
"Can I trust you to love me with only your mouth, while I’m helpless like this?"
She looked
helpless, but Woody knew better. He’d seen how fast she
could move, and had no doubt that those legs could whip down and
scissor around his neck painfully. Her pussy beckoned him,
begging to be licked, sucked and fucked. He felt precum slide
down the tube in his penis, and ached to slide into her warmth.
"Yes," he whispered.
"If you try to put your penis in me, I’ll throw you out," she warned.
"Crystal," he moaned.
"We’re taking it slowly, Woody," she taunted him.
To help resist
the urge to skewer her gaping pussy with his prick, he got down on all
fours. He remembered her dog commands, and felt just a flicker of
anger as he realized he was acting like a dog now.
It made him tease her back.
He licked, his
tongue flat and wide, moving from her pink rectum all the way up and
beside, but not on, her left vulva. Then he went back and
did the right side. He did it again, just barely touching
those wrinkly lips, and then speared her asshole with the tip of his
stiffened tongue.
"Not there, Woody," she barked, her rectum flexing.
"Be patient," he said, leaving her rectum and tracing along one lip with the tip of his tongue.
"Woody!" she warned.
"We’re taking it slowly, remember?" he couldn’t resist saying.
Her heels were suddenly behind his head, before he could react, and she pushed his face into her pussy.
"SUCK!" she ordered. "If you ever hope to fuck this pussy, you’d better make me a very happy woman right now!"
He gave her the
works. Right in the middle of it, she put her ankles behind her
head again, and told him, in no uncertain terms, just what a wonderful
job he was doing. She couldn’t move, in that
position, had no way of bucking her hips, but her pussy lips seemed
alive as they almost writhed under his ministrations. She
was, it turned out, prolific in her manufacture of girl juice, and when
she squirted his face the first time, he was caught off guard.
She dripped all over the place, and he licked her clean. This
time she didn’t care that he was licking her anus. She only
said "More ... please".
After her second
orgasm, during which she sobbed and her hands came to his head to hold
him close against her, she let her legs down again and pulled at his
hair, pulling him up. He stopped along the way to nurse her
nipples, and she whined about how wonderful that felt.
"Now you can fuck me, Woody," she panted.
He kissed his
way up, past where he had kissed her the night before, and then on her
lips. She didn’t complain that his face was wet - licked
her juices off him, in fact - and kissed him hungrily.
"We’re taking it slow, remember?" he breathed into her mouth.
"Woody!" she moaned. "You just saw how I get when you tease me!"
"Once," he said. "Just once, tonight, OK?"
"WOODY!" she shouted.
Leaning over her
like that, his prick was perfectly positioned. He didn’t
even have to touch it. He just looked down, and flexed his
muscles to raise it a smidgen. Then he nosed it between her puffy
lips, and slid in. Her groan of satisfaction almost made
him cum right then and there. She wasn’t tight, but she was
snug, almost like they were the perfect match. He was surprised
to feel the tip of his prick bump into her cervix. He’d
assumed her pussy would be as long as she was tall, but that
wasn’t the case at all.
He captured a
spiked nipple again, and sucked hard, as he pushed in deep.
Her anguished cry went with the ripples he felt in her pussy as she
came, and he hadn’t even moved in her yet.
For Woody, this
was perfection. She wanted him, and loved what he was doing to
her. She wasn't doing this just for "sex". She was doing
this for "sex with Woody". That was almost enough for
him. He wanted to go on forever, until she couldn’t
stand it any more. His orgasm wasn’t important.
All that was important was keeping those thankful sounds coming from
her throat. She’d kept him at arms length - a
very long arm’s length - until now, when she finally accepted him
as he was, shorter than her, younger than her, but welcome
anyway. He wanted her to love him more than anything he
could think of.
He didn't have
to ask himself if he loved her. He wouldn’t be doing this
with her if he didn’t. He knew himself well enough for that.
So he kept
going, until she’d had four orgasms, slowing when he got too
close, and speeding up when it was safe to do so. He licked and
kissed and sucked her whole upper torso, which was fun, but what was
most fun was when her eyes stared into his, as he moved, and rubbed and
reamed her out, and she said things like "Ohhh Woody". There was
much more than "Ohhh Woody" in her eyes, and he loved it.
"You’re not human!" she finally moaned. "If this is once, then once is all I could take, from you!"
"I really want to give you my seed," he panted.
"Oh yes!" she said instantly.
"Are you on the pill?" he asked.
"I don’t care about that," she gasped.
"I do," he said.
"Please, Woody," she moaned. "Make me feel complete."
"If you get pregnant, you have to marry me."
"I’ll
marry you anyway, you bastard!" she huffed. "After this I
couldn’t keep you away from me with a fucking stick!"
"I knew we were going too fast," he grunted.
She solved the
problem by wrapping her legs around him, preventing him from pulling
out. When he stopped, and smiled triumphantly, she smiled back,
and his smile faded as she started using muscles she hadn’t, up
to that point, used. He groaned in frustration, but she milked
him like an expert and he felt his balls give up what he thought of as
"his essence". He wanted to be angry at her for doing
something stupid, but, as she felt his penis spurting, she moaned: "Oh,
yes, give me your seed," and her elated, face-splitting grin destroyed
his anger.
