PLEASE NOTE:  The following story is fiction.  The events related herein occur only in a fantasy world where such unpleasant realities as fatal sexually transmitted diseases and long prison terms for sex with young people do not exist.  If you are unable to distinguish between this imaginary world and your own, you are not old enough to read this story, regardless of your chronological age.

KATHLEEN 
Chapter Two: With a Cherry on Top
By Ghetta Grippe (MF, BBW)

	After having spent such a perfect afternoon in bed with her, I found myself eager to further explore the sensual possibilities of Kathleen. A previously planned trip to the mainland however, to conduct a workshop on real estate exchanges prevented me from getting together with her for the next two weeks.  Midway through my trip I called her at work and we talked for a few minutes but the presents of clients in her office precluded any intimate conversation so we simply made a date for dinner upon my return from New York.

	During my trip, I was surprised at the number of times thoughts of Kathleen came to mind.  I realized I was possibly more smitten than I had thought when I passed on an obvious invitation to get better aquatinted with one of the women assigned to help with the logistics of my seminar.  As I contemplated returning her interest, it occurred to me that, although she was a very stunning and intelligent lady in her late twenties who could have held her own in a Playboy layout, I really wasn't interested.  I had been aware for some time that beauty in a woman and sensuality are often not synonymous but never before had I let that knowledge stop me from the pursuit of possible pleasure.  This time however, while I enjoyed the eye candy, I longed for the more substantial fare I anticipated finding at home.

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	After surviving a long flight home and spending the next day slogging through the piles on my desk that always seem to greet my return from mainland trips, I was more than eager as I approached Kathleen's house at seven that evening.  I had been celibate for the past two weeks and hoped she was not looking forward to a leisurely dinner downtown. 

	To say that her mood matched mine would be a gross understatement.  Swinging the door wide, she stepped into the doorway and suddenly I was overwhelmed, first by the sight and smell of her, than by the sound of her laughter, and finally by her feel and taste as she moved her large softness against me, slid her arms around my neck and pressed her open mouth against mine, forcing her tongue between my lips.  Without thought my hands reached around her massive form to grasp her hips, sinking into the soft pillows of flesh and slipping sensuously against the nylon of her peignoir, lustfully pulling her more tightly against me. As I struggled to recover from my surprise and delight, it occurred to me that we would dining in that evening. My next thought was to wonder if two weeks of celibacy was enough for the ordeal of the night ahead.
	
	When she finally came up for air, she leaned back in my arms while still pressing her bulging tummy against my rampant cock. "I thought perhaps we'd have hors d'oeuvres here first," she said with a naughty grin. "It feels like you might agree," she continued, sensuously flexing her hips as her abdomen massaged that most obvious sign of my arousal.

	"Only if the hors d'oeuvres come wrapped in a sexy negligée," I replied.

	"Will this one do?" she asked, stepping back into the room and slowly turning to show me her abundant charms, displayed for my viewing pleasure in a white teddy. Her huge breasts strained the lacy cups to overflowing and bulged over the deep décolleté, threatening to burst out into my hands. As she turned, the French-cut legs of her outfit framed the bare flesh of her broad hips, her full round thighs encased in sheer stockings, all clearly visible through the transparent peignoir draped from her shoulders.  I realized I was almost panting at the possibilities for pleasure within the opulent softness of this bountiful earth goddess.

	"Perfect," I answered, following her into the house, shutting the door behind me and walking over to take her into my arms again.  As our tongues writhed together in another lubricious kiss, I felt her body shift slightly away from me, then a tugging at the front of my pants, and finally her soft fingers as they reached into my shorts and closed around my rampant cock.  As she began to stroke the rigid shaft, my hips jerked in spasms and I almost lost my cool into her caressing fist.

	"My, aren't we on a hair trigger tonight," she remarked as she sensed the closeness of my climax and reluctantly pulled her hand from my pants.

	"I'm just glad to see you," I answered, grinning.

	"I'm surprised those New York ladies left me any," she laughed.  "I guess they aren't as friendly as they're reputed to be."

	"Oh, they tried, but there just weren't enough of 'em."

	"Oh, really?  And just how many of them do you require?"

	"Only one, but I couldn't find even one with enough of her to be worth my while.  I think you've cured me of bony women," I quipped to her surprised laugh as she got my pun.

	"Well, I guess that's just their loss," she answered, giving me a quick peck on the cheek to acknowledge my complement.  "You know," she continued, changing the subject, "if I'm going to abuse your body all night, I suppose I really should make sure you have enough nourishment to keep up your stamina.  I've got some cold roast beef and the fixin's for sandwiches. Interested?"

	"Sure, that sounds good.  Besides anticipation only fans the flames."

	"Spoken like a true hedonist," she replied as I followed her into the kitchen. "I have a friend who maintains that true hedonism demands total discipline but I've never had enough restraint to test her theory so I can't say for sure if she's right or not."

	"That is an in interesting theory.  I'm inclined to agree with it except it needs research to determine the point at which delaying pleasure deprives you of it instead of heightening it.  I suspect that point is different for each person.  How about your friend, has she been able to test her theory?"

	"I doubt it.  She's just as horny as I am," she grinned.  "You know," she continued, changing the subject again, "if you'd like, there's some of my brother's clothes upstairs which he keeps here for when he visits to run on the beach.  I think there's a pair of shorts that should fit if you want to get more comfortable."

	"That sound's good, especially since it would appear we're not going to make it out of the house for dinner," I answered with a grin.

	"First door to the right at the top of the stairs.  Just rummage around and you're welcome to anything you find," she said as she opened the refrigerator and began to set food out onto the counter.

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	Returning to the kitchen ten minutes later dressed only in a pair of loose-fitting blue nylon running shorts, I found Kathleen sitting in the dining nook which featured a large picture window overlooking the beach and ocean and the fading remains of the day.  The only interior light was from a candelabra in the center of the table which had been set with two stemmed glasses dripping with condensation from the chilled wine they held, and two plates laden with large sandwiches and generous dollops of potato salad.  Noticing the gleaming silverware atop white linen napkins which completed the tableau, I realized she had gone to considerable lengths to plan our little snack and had obviously never intended for us to leave the house for dinner.

	"I hope you like Chablis, it's all I had chilled," she said as I sat down across from her.

 	"Perfect," I replied.  "I feel as if I should be wearing a white tie and tails, or at least a shirt for such a formal setting."

	"Why?  I'd just have more to rip off when I rape you," she answered with a lecherous smirk.
 
	"What happened to anticipation and 'true hedonism'?"

	"I told you, I have no discipline, especially when it comes to lust," she replied, her blue eyes gleaming in the candles' light as she lifted her goblet to her full lips.  "Dig in.  My pussy's been dripping all afternoon in anticipation of your hard cock and I'm not in the mood to wait much longer."

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	As I washed down my last bite of sandwich with a final gulp of Chablis, I looked across to see her lecherously smirking at me so I stood and moved around to stand at her side of the table. I intending to pull her up into my arms but she remained seated grinning up at me while she reached out and began to tease my growing cock through the thin nylon. 

	"Is this my dessert?" she asked as she grasped the elastic waste band of my shorts. Pulling them down to my knees, she helped me to step out of them, freeing my now rampant cock to leap out into the candlelight.  "Umm, yummy," she moaned as her plump fingers closed around my shaft pulling it toward her mouth.  Placing her pursed lips against the dripping tip, she allowed the point to force her lips apart as it entered the warmth of her mouth to be caressed by her swirling tongue, evoking a moan from me in response.

	After two weeks of abstinence and her earlier fondling, I had no resistance left. Placing my hands on either side of her head to keep myself from collapsing, I surrendered, filling her soft mouth to bulging capacity with hot sperm.

	When I returned to my senses, I looked down to see her grinning up at me.  "I though perhaps we should take care of your immediate problem before we got down to serious lust," she said then flicked her tongue out to capture a stray pearl of cum on her lower lip.  As I took a step back, she stood and wrapped her dimpled arms around my neck.  Pressing her full softness against me, she kissed me, her tongue carrying the salty taste of my own sperm into my mouth.  At first I felt slightly overwhelmed by her brazen wantonness, then I noticed a renewed jolt of life in my recently emptied cock and decided to just let go and let her and the night take me where they would.

	As if matching my submission with her own, her lips softened and lifted from mine and she turned and nuzzled her cheek against my brest. "Take me to bed," she murmured, her breath tickling the hair on my chest.

	Marveling at the way she could transform instantly from total slut into innocent child, I gently pulled her arms from around my neck and led her by the hand into her bedroom.  I bypassed the bed, which I noted had already been stripped for action, and brought us to a halt in front of the open sliding glass doors overlooking the ocean and the full moon just breaking free of the horizon.  Moving behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her soft body against me and laid my cheek against her feathery blond curls as we stood slowly rocking together to the hiss of the waves upon the sand.

	I knew the calm wouldn't last long with such a sexy lady in the moonlight and soon her hands came up to caress the backs of mine, then gently turned them, pulling my palms up to cup her massive breasts.  As I teased her hardening nipples through the thin nylon of her teddy, she began to sway her hips in a sexy hula, massaging new jolts of lust into my groin.  I bent to nibble an ear and eased my right hand down across her bulging tummy and under the edge of her teddy.  My fingers moved through silken curls to slide between her puffy labia and onto her rigid clitoris.  I had barely made contact with her slippery little button when her grip on my left wrist tightened and she began to shudder and moan.  Her reaction was so strong that for a moment I feared she might be epileptic but gradually her shuddering subsided and she slumped back against me.

	"Now who has the hair trigger?" I teased when she finally seemed coherent again.

	"Oh, baby," she sighed, "I haven't gotten off like that in ages.  I don't know what you do but it sure tickles my fancy."

	"Always glad to be of service, my dear.  What say we lay down before you fall down."

	She slipped from my arms, turned and walked over to the king-sized bed, letting her peignoir slip from her body before she stretched out upon the broad expanse of white satin.  She rolled onto her side facing me, her upper breast resting upon the lower one, causing the upper nipple to pop free of the confining white lace.  Marveling once again at her lusty sensuality, I eased my body down beside her and buried my face in her opulence as her soft arms encircled my head, pulling me deeper into her bulging cushions of flesh. Taking the escaped tip between my lips, I began to suckle as if I were the small child I suddenly felt like, then I reached up to free the lower nipple.  Using both hands to force the two tips together, I drew both into my mouth at once and began to gently chew the swollen rubbery nubs.

	After several minutes of such treatment, she reluctantly pulled away, taking her arms from around me, replacing the lower one with a pillow under my head.  Then she stretched the bodice of her teddy down under her glistening breasts to free them fully and settled back down beside me again. Moving her upper thigh on top of my hips, she reaching down with both hands to grasp my dripping cock and gently cup my scrotum while pressing her massive bust against my face again.  As I reached up to once more bring both nipples into my mouth, I felt her hand leave my penis for a moment, heard a muffled snap, then felt her hand return to ease the tip of my cock down between her labia, masturbating herself with it against her swollen clitoris. 

	Her moans grew louder as the intensity of her arousal increased until, without loosening her grip on my cock, she rolled onto her back.  I eased between her deliciously full thighs and was raising my hips to thrust into her dripping pussy when she said, "No, just lay on me," and as I lowered myself onto her large, soft body she placed my shaft into the valley of her swollen labia like a hot-dog in a bun.  I began to pump my hips, sliding my cock along her groove, sawing across the head of her clit with continuous friction.  

	Since her 'dessert' at dinner had taken the edge off my lust, I was able to relax and enjoy the ride without being swept away by the delightful sensations, but from the force of her movements and volume of her moans, it was obvious she had no such restraint on her passion.  Wrapping her nyloned legs over my hips and her arms around my back, she drew me into her enveloping flesh and began to shriek and shudder in one of those incredibly violent releases I remembered from our afternoon several weeks ago.  

	Her arms and legs gradually eased their constriction of my body.  As her climax abated I rolled off beside her, leaving her sprawled on the sheet panting for breath, and me once again in awe at the intensity of her passion. This lady got more mileage out of an orgasm than anyone I had ever been with.  While I felt a little intimidated by her power, I also found it extremely gratifying to my ego to be able to provide her with such pleasure.

	When she had finally paid her oxygen debt and completed her reentry, I looked over into her blue eyes and remarked, "If you're going to keep going off like that, I'm going to have to invest in some hearing protection."

	"Sorry 'bout that but it just felt so good I had to let it out somehow."

	"That's OK.  Making love to a women as appreciative as you is really good for my ego so I'm actually not complaining although I suspect the neighbors might."

	"Fuck 'um.  They're just jealous 'cause they ain't having near as much fun as we are."

	"Ah, but if you did fuck them, then they would be having as much fun as we are."

	"I doubt it.  Most of them wouldn't know what to do with it if I did offer them some.  And speaking of offering them some, we need to talk.  Just so you know, while you are definitely the most fun I've had in the sack in a very long time, I am not by nature monogamous.  I've really enjoyed getting my brains fucked out by you and look forward to a long and lustful relationship but I do have other interests and plan on pursuing them from time to time.  And I would be surprised, and perhaps even a little disappointed, if you didn't do the same.  Oh, and just so you know up front, my other interests are not limited to any particular gender."

	"Any limits on species?" I asked with a grin.

	"Ooo, you're kinkier than I thought.  Actually, I've never tried anything but Homo Sapiens but now that you mention it....  And what about you?"

	"Well, me neither in terms of animals but I have occasionally frolicked with other men, usually in the context of all sorts of people of all sorts of genders doing all sorts of things to everybody present."  

	"Oh, you mean a California Clusterfuck."

	"Well, I've never heard that term before," I replied chuckling, "but that pretty well describes it.  Speaking of 'California clusterfucks', I recall one time several years ago in San Francisco I spent a rather interesting evening at a gay bath house in the Castro.  It was OK I guess, if all you want is warm holes, but not enough soft flesh for my taste.  Which makes me wonder what a tranny would be like; that's one of the few things I've considered but never tried."
	
	"But I'm glad you brought up the subject of monogamy, "I continued.  "I do have occasional opportunities arise, and I really appreciate your candor on the matter.  I have no problem with an open relationship and in fact believe it can really add to our enjoyment of each other.  The only problem I foresee is if I keep lusting after you like I have, I won't have anything left with which to interest other interests."

	"Oh, you poor man.  I really feel sorry for all those other women who won't get to take a bite out of this sweet little piece of meat," she replied, reaching out for my drooping member, still wet from out recent escapades.  Leaning down, she swirled her tongue around the head before sucking my rapidly rejuvenating joint into her talented mouth.

	Due to our prior fun, I was almost instantly rigid and I began convulsively thrusting between her full lips.  When I laid back to give her more room to play, she stretched herself out along side me then swung her knee over my head to settle her wet pussy down upon my eager mouth, her full thighs caressing my cheeks.  Soft blond pussy curls and heady wafts of floral perfume mixed with feminine juices all combined to tickle my nose as I was smothered in her flesh.  When I pursed my lips to suck on her glistening clitoris and flick it with the tip of my tongue, I felt her shudder and press her groin tighter into my face.  Wanting to broaden my attack, I moved my head back slightly to stick my tongue as deeply as I could into her dripping vagina then moved further back to lick the dimple of her ass before curling my tongue to stab it into her purple rosette.  When I was as deep as I could reach, she suddenly sat erect, burying my face completely between her broad cheeks and forcing my stabbing tongue even deeper into her spasming anus.  I knew I was getting to her when the shudders and shrieks resumed.  

	When her climax finally faded, she slumped off my face to lay once again panting for breath.  I allowed her to rest for a few minutes before remarking, "I guess I won't need ear plugs after all.  Your thighs make excellent mufflers."  When she didn't react to my joke, I looked over to notice she had fallen soundly asleep which I took as a compliment, attributing it to the intensity of the release I had given her.

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	My next conscious thoughts occurred when I felt a coldness in my crotch and I awakened to the hiss of whipped cream being sprayed onto my groin.  I looked up to find her grinning at me as she placed a maraschino cherry atop the white mountain covering me from navel to scrotum.

	"Just relax and let me play," she said as she turned to place the jar of cherries on the night stand.  Turning back toward me, she spread my legs and settled between them then plucked the cherry into her mouth and began to chew as she grinned up at me.  The lasciviousness of her leer was sufficient to cause a visible movement under the fluffy white mound even before she extended her tongue and began to lick.  Pushing her face completely into the melting foam, she wrapped her lips around the head of my resurrected hard-on and sucked me into her mouth.  Suddenly she raised her head and dropped her body forward, plowing her enormous breasts into the gooey mess to completely enfold my rigid pole between their soft warmth.  Using the cream as lubricant, she began to rock back and forth masturbating my cock between her tits as I gasped at the slippery sensations.  When she sensed my impending explosion, she moved lower to surround my tightening scrotum in soft breastflesh as her lips and tongue resumed teasing my purple head.

	After taking my first shot into her mouth, she pulled away to direct the rest of my load onto her already creamy face and breasts.  When she had exhausted my supply, she again placed her breasts against my groin then slithered her way up my body to lay on top, writhing against me to cover me with slime as she kissed me with the mingled flavors of whipped cream and sperm.

	"How about a shower?" she said, laughing at the stunned look on my face.   

	Remembering the fun we had had in the shower during our first afternoon together, I eagerly agreed and we were soon frolicking under the hot spray.  After almost half an hour of soapy sexplay, the hot water began to fade and we were forced to get out.  We took turns drying each other with big fluffy towels then walked back into the bedroom to survey the damage we had done.

	"Not to worry," she said as I stood looking in dismay at the mess in the middle of her bed.  "I like messy sex so I keep a plastic sheet under the regular one.  Strip off the sheet while get a fresh one."  

	Within five minutes we were snuggled together on a clean bed falling asleep to the sound of the waves.

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