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Second date shenanigans – Final part

Licking Pretty Teacher’s clit while fingering her g-spot leads to an explosive orgasm, the type that gives a woman a headache afterwards. I lie next to her while her panting subsides, cuddling her as normality returns. I just say nothing, happy that I’ve pleased her. Eventually she clears her throat and speaks.

“Wow. Nobody’s ever done anything like that before,” she says, her eyes still wide.

“Good,” is all I say.

“What would you like me to do for you?” she asks.

I love it when a woman says those words to me. It signifies so much, such as her being a caring, sharing type and imbued with a sense of fairness. It also hints at perhaps even being totally submissive to me now.

“I would absolutely love it if you were to undress me and kiss me all over,” is my answer.

Pretty Teacher goes about undressing me, taking her time too. I’m in no hurry and enjoy watching her, looking at her naked. There’s something momentous about seeing a new lover naked for the first time. Each woman is different and I appreciate that. I love the female form, with its nuances, softness and clever design. I love the way women move, especially if they are naturally elegant and graceful. Pretty Teacher has a girlish femininity about her that I like.

She starts kissing me around my face and slowly makes her way down my body, arriving at my waist where she had left my underpants on. Her kisses have had the time-honoured effect on me of causing an erection. It’s not my fullest, biggest boner, but it’s almost there.

Pretty Teacher is on her knees on the carpet before me, I’m lying back on the sofa. She slowly pulls my underwear off while she keeps her eyes glued to my genital region. As my cock is revealed I see her eyes go bigger. Even as she dispenses with the undies she still keeps her eyes on my cock. It’s as if she hasn’t ever seen one before. I wonder how many cocks she has played with?

Taking my shaft in one hand she just looks at my cock, taking in every detail. This is most unusual behaviour because no other woman has looked at it for so long. They usually take a second to have a good look then get to doing whatever the situation requires. Not Pretty Teacher though. She tries to hold it erect and grip it so that her thumb touches a finger on the other side, but she can’t. Then she lowers that hand to the base of the shaft and puts her other hand around the top half of the shaft. I’m starting to feel like a frog in a biology lab.

She expertly pulls my foreskin back, slowly puts my cock in her mouth and sucks gently and carefully on it. Pretty Teacher is happy to take her time with my cock in her mouth. She closes her eyes and lowers her head on to my dick, visibly savouring the feeling of it sliding in to and filling her mouth. She stops with her mouth almost full and, with her eyes still closed, sucks onto my cock with increasing force, holding everything still for a few moments. It feels good, very good. She releases the pressure and begins rocking her head up and down, at a very gentle, steady, considered pace. This is the slowest, most tender cock-sucking I have ever felt. She is clearly enjoying what she was doing.

“Do you like doing that?” I can’t help but ask, feeling a little foolish for doing so.

“Uh-huh” was all the sound she makes, without opening her eyes nor breaking the rhythm.

Keeping her eyes closed, she slowly, deliberately goes down on to my cock as deep as her mouth can take it, holds that position for a few seconds, then slowly draws her head up to the tip of my cock. All the while she maintains a steady suction around my shaft and swollen head. She pulls her lips around my head and brings them together in a kiss. She opens her eyes, looks at my cock for a few seconds, then closes her eyes again and runs her tongue up and down my shaft, as slowly as she can. It is as if she was worshipping my cock with her mouth. It is wonderful to see and feel. I never expected her to be like this.

“Oh yes! Finally, a woman who loves to suck cock” I say to myself, half in surprise, half in relief. I could be with her just for these kind of blowjobs. There’s a very real chance that I could cum soon, which is way too soon in the scheme of things, so it’s time to change position.

“Let’s swap angles,” I say, carefully guiding her mouth away from my cock by gently pushing back on her shoulders.

I stand up and gesture towards the sofa, to which she gets up, crawls onto the sofa, lies back and spreads her legs open for me, inviting me to fuck her, which is exactly what I have in mind. I position myself on top of her, my arms by her sides and slowly thrust my cock up into her pussy. My dick skids into her vagina, stopping briefly at a point of resistance before progressing on toward the next moment of resistance. This happens four times until I’m totally in her. I slowly move my hips backwards and forwards and after a minute she’s very wet and slippery.

Her hands lay either side of her head, my forearms were now underneath her knees, which I had now raised towards her face. If she lifted her fingers slightly she could touch her toes. That was the position I had bent her into as I rammed my cock into her. With every deep thrust into her pussy, she lets out an involuntary gasp of air. Our eyes are locked on each other, her face relaxed and showing contentment. She was enjoying this and doesn’t say a word. Her pussy feels quite tight and I surmise that it had been a while since she had been fucked.

Is this what she was wanting first and foremost? Was it her horny point of the month? Is this why she made no attempt to leave, because she was hoping for this? These were the thoughts that came into my mind as I mechanically and animalistically fucked her in that position for a few minutes. We didn’t speak and she closed her eyes, totally submissive and obviously content.

I enjoy watching a woman’s breast heave and wobble like a molded jelly when I repeatedly force my cock in to her pussy. There is something about watching the nipple move, like a boat on the crest of a wave, helpless and having no choice but to go along with the greater force under it, moving it. Watching the breast return to its original position and shape, only for the motion to be repeated, is fun. Each time the breast resumes its position it flies upwards towards her face and then can’t help but fall back to it’s starting point. The bigger a girl’s breasts, the more I enjoy the sight. If large, the breast heads towards her belly, then tries to spring back to its starting point. This flexing and stretching is probably a major contributor to a large pair of breasts going saggy in later life.

Pretty Teacher’s breasts are a B-cup at best, but they are of a good density, shape and not saggy at all. They were small, but good. She looked so pretty, lying there with her eyes closed and a happy little smile on her face. Knowing that I was pleasing her warmed my heart…and probably sent a little extra blood to my cock. I was getting closer to cumming; it’s decision time and I almost always let the woman decide because it’s usually a surprise what their preference is.

“Where do you want my cum?” I ask.

“I want to swallow your cum,” she replies which, like I was expecting, surprises me.

She certainly has an oral fixation going on, I muse to myself as we swap positions again. I’m on my back on the sofa while she straddles me diagonally across the large footstool that so many other women have balanced themselves on. I watch Pretty Teacher pull her blonde hair back behind her ears, tidying up before going down. She quickly takes my cock in her mouth and starts rhythmically moving her head up and down on it. She close her eyes and just keeps going, as if it is the most important thing she has ever done. Her enthusiasm for oral sex is amazing, it’s as if it is the thing that she craves the most.

By now most other women would be complaining that their jaw hurts, but not Pretty Teacher. Oh no, she keeps going like a machine doing what it is designed to do. I watch as her head bobs up and down on my cock, but it’s her bouncy little titties that catch my eye. They’re like cheerleaders spurring her on, moving in time with her, nipples erect and very red. I wonder how she likes the taste of her own pussy juices? I do think of the strangest things at times like this.

Seconds later my man juices gallop out of their starting gate and speed up the track towards the winning post, Pretty Teacher’s mouth. My cum squirts into her mouth but you’d never know it from her actions because she just keeps on going. She lets off a sound of satisfaction as my cum stops flowing and she slows down her speed. Slowly her mouth draws back to the top of my cock, again she kisses the top of it before finally letting go.

Pretty Teacher slumps down on the sofa next to me and I wrap my arms around her.

“I’m looking forward to getting to know you,” I said, speaking from the head and heart at the same time for once.

She smiles and nuzzles up against me, saying nothing.

I don’t know if what we just did was the right thing to do, but one thing is for certain, I could become addicted to her oral skills.

Robert Palmer – Addicted To Love

Second date shenanigans

We kissed wonderfully for a few minutes outside her apartment before saying goodnight. It had been a marathon first date, almost half a day and I wasn’t expecting to be invited into her home. I think we both knew the potential for danger if that happened. Then an idea came to me, a desperate one in a critical light, a romantic one in another.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to come to my place tomorrow? There’s a farmer’s market on and we can buy stuff, then I’ll cook for you,” I ask.

I know it’s only our first date, but I had a good time and I have a good feeling about her. Every other woman I’ve suggested cooking for has jumped at the offer. If she’s not into me then she’ll make an excuse, but if she does…

“I’d love that!” she gushes.

It’s now approaching eleven o’clock in the morning and Pretty Teacher is about to arrive at my apartment complex. I’m excited like a little boy on Christmas Eve. Could this be who I’ve been waiting for?

I hear a car screech to a stop outside and from her driving yesterday, I just know that it’s Pretty Teacher. I go down to meet her and we kiss each other hello politely. Her eyes are blazing at me and I take a moment to take in the sight that is her; she’s gorgeous. I usher her towards the town centre where a street has been cordoned off and all sorts of fresh fruit, vegetables and meats are being sold by genuine farmers. It’s a convivial spectacle that can please even the most moribund of heart. I’ve learned that a positive, lively setting for a date sets a good tone for the date to progress from.

We walk around the market, taking in the sights, sounds and smells before buying fresh vegetables and meats that I cook once we get back to my place. While I’m in the kitchen I hear her phone burp and I sneak a peek of her in action, playing online scrabble with friends, no doubt. Even while we eat lunch she just has to grab her phone and with a slight tilt of my head I can see that it’s scrabble she’s playing. At some point I’m going to have to have a word with her about this because it’s just gone from a nuisance to disrespectful.

Pretty Teacher’s demeanour towards me hasn’t changed since she first saw my home, so I guess unlike some women she is not adversely affected by it. That’s a major test passed, so she must be interested in me. Then again, I haven’t seen her place yet.

I introduce her to Californication which she is enthralled by. She definitely has a naughty side to her. I’ve now lost count of the number of women who have sit by my side and watched this with me, those same first few episodes which often led to some fucking on the sofa. I have no intention of seducing Pretty Teacher today; I want us to take our time about it and for our first time to be magical.

The afternoon fades into evening while we chortle at outrageous scenes in Californication. I make us an impromptu dinner and I muse to myself that it feels like this is another marathon date. It feels like she doesn’t want to go home. After dinner we lie slouched on the sofa, her with phone in hand, playing scrabble again. I’m now a little annoyed by this behaviour, her phone addiction, but try to make it known in a nice way.

“Any chance I can see what tears you away from me so frequently?” I ask with a smile. You can get away with a lot if you smile.

Pretty Teacher doesn’t flinch, seemingly oblivious to my hint and instead just shows me her phone. I see what’s going on on the screen and I spot something, a word I can suggest from the tiles she has available, but it’s a naughty one. Should I? What the hell.

“Naked,” I blurt out.

Pretty Teacher looks at the screen, nods, then smiles at me.

“Would you like to get naked?” I ask playfully, not being serious.

The look in her eye tells me that she’s taking me seriously. Her mischievous smile tells me she’d like that.

Shit, I wasn’t expecting this. Should we? I think it’s too soon. Now I’ve opened a Pandora’s Box with this stupid suggestion. If I don’t try to seduce her now she’ll think all sorts of negative things, such as I don’t fancy her or I’m not man enough for her. I have to follow through now. The time for words is over.

I’ll give her something to be ad-dick-ted to…

I gently take the phone out of her hand and place it on a side-table. Her eyes go wide, but she isn’t alarmed. I think she wants this, that’s why she hasn’t shown any sign of wanting to leave. We start kissing, slowly and I realize that this is the first time we have kissed since last night. I take my time kissing her because I’ve learned that doing so certainly gets a woman’s sexual motor running. There’s something about kissing that turns women on, but for me it does very little. All that it does is buy me time to think about what to do next.

Piece by piece I undress her while sporadically kissing her. It isn’t long before she’s naked on my sofa while I’m still fully clothed; just the way I like it. She has a perfect skin, very little body fat, but her breasts are a little small for my liking: distinctly a-cups. You can’t have it all and it’s not a show-stopper.

I kiss around her neck and throat which causes her to let off sounds of approval. Yes, she wants this. I wonder how long it’s been since she last fucked? Is she safe to fuck or do I have to use a condom? I hate those body-bags for my cock. I have some time to decide yet.

My lips work their way down her body, arriving at her legs. Pretty Teacher’s eyes are following my every move while her mouth hangs slightly open, letting off occasional breaths of air as my lips touch somewhere sensitive. I take my time as I kiss the inside of one leg and I can hear her breathing speeding up. She’s hoping I eat her out, no doubt. I’ll make her wait; that builds anticipation.

I have definitely caught Pretty Teacher by surprise with us doing this now. She hasn’t had a chance to go to the bathroom to ‘freshen up’ , that moment in a movie that I wasn’t always sure what a woman was doing but now know involved making her genitals smell and taste clean. Pretty Teacher has the hairiest bush that I’ve seen in a long time. Most women keep their lady garden better trimmed than her. Her minge is a very light brown…and it reeks of urine. I look at it momentarily, unsure about what to do because of the bad smell, then Pretty Teacher spreads her legs as wide as she can, inviting me to go down on her.

I swallow hard and do what is required, all in the interests of fairness and wanting to avoid an unnecessary altercation. After a couple of seconds my saliva has diluted the taste of urine that coats her fur, but the smell just won’t go away. No amount of licking and spitting made that smell vanish.

In an act of optimism I start fingering her tight pussy in the hope that her own juices would lend a new aroma to proceedings. After a couple of minutes of furious fingering her lubricant is starting to overwhelm the smell of piss. I find her g-spot and that opens a little floodgate somewhere because she becomes very juicy.

I look up at her to see that she has her hands raised next to her head, wrists pointed at me, her body limp except for the waist region. Her perfect blue eyes stare at me in astonishment. It’s a look I’m becoming familiar with and it’s when a woman has her g-spot stimulated for the first time. I don’t even need to ask any more, I just know. If I make her cum with her g-spot then she’s going to be addicted to me.

To be continued…

Intimate encounter of the Tech Titan kind

Tech Titan arrived at my place at noon on the Sunday with a smile on her face. I was glad to see her as easy-going female company was what I was in need of. There was no way either of us could have predicted what was going to happen next. Good conversation and regular laughter started flowing which didn’t end until this encounter was over.

There was a farmer’s market happening in a nearby town, so we went to buy some novel foods for our lunch. It was an interesting experience walking around the market with her. She was very curious as to what was on offer, whilst I was aware of something else. People were looking at us, not staring, but giving us and especially her a second look. Initially I couldn’t make sense of what had caught their attention so, but then I realised that they were looking at the size of her. It took me a bit of getting used to on our first few dates too. She certainly was a big girl.

Back at my place I made us ostrich, zebra and lamb steaks, along with mashed sweet potatoes, mixed vegetables and the best chutney known to mankind. I had got up extra early to make a fridge pudding. Tech Titan wolfed it all down and was finished before me. That has rarely happened in my life, that someone eats as much as me and finishes before me. She was also drinking more wine than me too. So that’s how she got so big.

It had started to rain as we settled on to my sofa and I introduced her to my favourite television show of all time: Californication. I was expecting the show to offend her sensibilities. The show appealed to her sense of humour and revealed that she had a naughty side to her. That was most unexpected. She seemed like such a straight, no-nonsense career girl. A swear word never crossed her lips.

I don’t know how it came to be, but after a couple of episodes of Californication, Tech Titan had slumped against me and had slowly slid down my side, ending with her head resting on my thigh. The thought crossed my mind, “I wonder what kind of blowjob she gives?”. It was so wrong of me to think that. She was a friend. I had no physical desire for her. The prospect of having a relationship with her just didn’t appeal. In my world, if you have sex with someone, it’s because you’re in a relationship with them. I had never indulged in what is termed as ‘casual sex’.

An episode ended and Tech Titan sat upright, close to me. I don’t know why, but I leaned over and kissed her. In less than a minute I was pulling her tights and panties off. She looked me in the eye with a bewildered expression and I could see her thinking about something for about two seconds, but before she could say a word or offer any kind of objection…I parted her milky white legs…leaned forward…and went down on her.

Oh…

My…

Gawd…

The smell was awful. It was a horrible mixture of urine and fish with a hint of wildlife off the plains of Africa. Why couldn’t she have tasted like the caramel fridge pudding I had made? Why does Mother Nature play these perverse tricks on us? Sadistic bitch.

Tech Titan’s pussy lips had some lips of their own. There was a lot of floppy flappiness to get past before I found her clit which appeared to have a life of it’s own. I know that in America vaginal rejuvenation is all the rage, but surgeons there would charge her extra for this lot. I had never understood the references in movies to “day-old deli meat” – I did now. Her clit was the largest I’d encountered (granted, I’m working off a very small sample) but it wasn’t like the others. It reminded me of an upturned budgie’s beak or a thorn on a stem of a rose; it was quite hard and angled.

Undeterred, I soldiered on, determined to take one for the team. Why? I don’t know.

I took a deep breath (to avoid the stench) and proceeded to draw with my tongue the alphabet over and around her numerous lips and clit. To say that she liked it would be an understatement. Her deep, fast breathing and unbridled sounds of approval served as encouragement. We didn’t speak.

After a little while of licky-licky, I slid a finger slowly into her pussy. It was tight and very moist. The tightness surprised me. It wasn’t difficult to find her g-spot as it was massive. I started stroking it and her head bolted upright.

“What the hell is that?!” she said, her eyes wide.

“That…is your g-spot. Do you like it when I play with it?”

“I dunno. It feels a little weird. I’ve never felt that before.”

“Just relax and let’s see what happens,” I said to soothe her reservations. She rested her head back on to a cushion and I continued to finger her g-spot and lick her clit. Her hard, sharp clit.

It didn’t take long for her to cum for the first time. It was a combination of g-spot and clit, one of the best ways for a woman to cum as far as my limited experience told me. Her whole body shook and her legs wriggled. I reckon she could have kicked me unconscious. I had never got physically intimate with a woman so large before.

“Stop, stop. I can’t take any more,” she pleaded.

I smiled, stood up, took my top off and leaned forward over her, taking her top off too. I had expected her breasts to be big, but nothing prepared me for what I saw. I slipped a hand behind her back and somehow managed to do the two-fingered unclasping trick. She seemed impressed with that. I was too.

Dropping her bra over the back of my sofa, I got a good look at her breasts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“What cup size are you?” I asked as diplomatically as I could.

“F-cup” was all she said.

She was still shuddering after her orgasm as I ran my hands over her body. Her skin was incredibly milky white. She had a little reddish pubic hair that almost match her strawberry blonde hair. Her breasts were dense and heavy and I couldn’t grip a boob with only a single hand.

Her breathing subsided and she started to look a little self-conscious, embarrassed even. Before she got a chance to say anything, I went down on her again and made her cum again, in exactly the same way I had before. I wasn’t expecting her to cum again so soon, but she did.

By now I had a good-sized hard-on. I stood up and took my trousers and underpants off, leaving my cock to fall free. Her eyes were eagerly watching me and when she saw the size of my cock, all she said was, “Oh”.

To be continued…