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We had agreed to meet at the hotel in front of my house. I had left the house to "go on a walk to clear my head". I had even took my iPod for effect. Pausing outside the room, there was a moment to reflect on exactly how wrong this whole situation is, from all directions. Taking a deep breath, I resolved to go through with it whole-heartedly. There had been a long time of dreaming and fantasizing about it, and there was no way I was gonna come this close and back out.
One more breath.
A soft knock, and wait.
"Come in", you called. My heart was already pounding, threatening to stop altogether. This was it...the moment I had longed for, ten years waiting.
I slowly pushed the door open to see you standing there between the bed and the dresser that held the TV. That smile...the one that melted my hart and engorged my cock so many times both in reality and in my imagination was before me...and there was nothing stopping us.
"Hi", I said, if for no reason than having nothing intelligent to say. My mind was blank. My head swimming. My God! I felt like a junior high k** who had found his dad's porn stash. My hands were jammed deeply into my jeans pockets to hide from you. They were shaking like a caffeine addict.
Our eyes locked. Still holding that smile, your eyes seemed to call out , saying;"Well? You gonna make your move or what?".
My first instinct was to dash across the room and plow into you like some kind of predatory a****l...but no. This was, for me, anyway, the moment of a lifetime, and I was not about to screw it up.
Stepping up to you, I stroked the side of your face gently. You leaned your head toward it and closed your eyes, rubbing back with your face like a cat. Your breathing was deepening, coming out in slow, quiet sighs. I let my hand stroll down to your chin, softly urging you upward, toward my lips. For just a second, I lost my cool approach and lunged my tongue into your mouth, feeling the silky warmth of you, tasting your anticipation and drinking it like a hopeless wino with cheap brandy. My hands wrapped around your waist while yours lassoed around my neck. For that one, breathless instant, I believed that this must be what Heaven is like. I rubbed up your back, pushing into your tight, tired muscles with my palms, kneading them into relaxation. The fabric of your shirt resisting and the promise of your bra underneath came to me mentally from behind closed eyelids like a treasure map of untold riches.
One hand moved up to your hair, running my fingers through it, keeping rhythm with our darting tongues. The other hand strolled back down your spine and found the swelling of your beautiful behind. I cupped under one cheek and squeezed firmly. Your breath hitched slightly in response. I pulled your body tighter to my own. You drew your leg up, curling it around my hip. The parting of your thighs revealed to me a growing warmth. Your body was beginning to call to me from every area.
I pulled away, taking your hands, pulling you gently toward the bathroom. You smiled coyly, choosing to act dumb.
"Where are we going?", you cooed.
I smiled a grin that would be the envy of every hellish demon that ever plagued mankind. You pulled your hands away in mock protest. My grin grew wider as I clutched your shirt-tail, reeling you to your climactic fate. I pulled up your shirt, very quickly exposing your bra, battling to dam up your majestic,titanic breasts. Quickly, I pulled your shirt back down.
'Not too much too soon', I thought to myself. I draw you close next to the sink. I turn you from me, facing the mirror. Again rubbing the side of your face from behind you, I brushed your hair back, exposing your neck, and pointed to the mirror, silent asking you to watch yourself. With one brief glance at your radiant reflection, I began kissing and lightly lapping your nape. For some odd reason, I've always had a neck fetish. It must have been all the vampire books I read way back when.
The time had come to step it up. Your head was cocked backward to allow me access to your neck. Your eyes closed and your lips smiling so innocently and lovely, I ran my hands down over your breasts and to your waist, grabbing the bottom of your shirt. I pulled it up steadily. I raised your shirt like a curtain from a magnificent stage, revealing the lacy brazier underneath. In one smooth motion, I remove your shirt and run my fingers down the underside of your arms, tickling you, intentionally making you cringe away and almost burst forth with schoolgirl laughter. Any other time, I might have continued tickling and antagonizing you...but there was an underlying urgency. A flame had started to fill my chest, burning down to my hips. I was determined to go lightly as long as I could, but an a****l had begun to stir. Soon he would awaken, and all the gentlemanly conduct in the world would not be able to suppress it.
With a simple snap of my fingers, the bra was unfastened and was falling down your arms to be forgotten on the bathroom floor. I had started to gently slurp on your neck, knowing full well that leaving any love bites could be dangerous, not to mention careless and stupid. I move my lips up to your earlobe, taking it between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue, the sucking on it like a newborn pup from his mother's teat. I turned my gaze to the mirror while still making love to your earlobe, and almost freeze at what I see. Your magnanimous breasts, heaving slowly as you became more and more aroused. I had waited for what felt like a lifetime to lay eyes on those wonderous mountains. They hypnotized me. Never before had I seen such beautiful tits. The a****l was beginning to growl. I brought my hands under them, measuring their tremendous weight. I began to rub the nipples. Instantly, they began to awaken and stand. I wanted desperately to introduce them to my salivating mouth. At that moment, I was paralyzed by their immensity. My hands began to speak to me. 'Dude', they were mocking, 'yeah, they're wonderful, but we've got the best still to come'. I couldn't respond to their c***dish cajoling, so they took over with intent all their own. Shaking even harder, they prowled downwards, seeking out the button on your pants. They stumbled over themselves unfastening the denim restraint. When the zipper was finally out of the way, my mouth was ripped way from your ear and southward, as I peeled your pants away. You turned to me, leaning back on the sink, the crotch of your panties facing me, dampening. Even from four inches away, I could feel the heat radiating off of your love bud, pulling me in like a siren's song. I licked through the material, making you gasp. You put your hand on the back of my head, forcing me into it. Obviously, there was more than one a****l waking up, and both of them were damned hungry.
Yanking them down, I snapped myself out of the hormonal comatose state I was falling into. Here it was! The day that made it all pay off. The moment, the second that had sent me into dreamland many a night with a dying prick in my right hand and a pool of my own spunk running off my stomach.
'No', I screamed at myself, 'not yet'.
I stood up and looked into your half-masted, pleading gaze. You almost pulled my ears off nearly tearing my shirt off. Your hands rocketed to my pants, fiercely undoing the button and fly in one hard motion. Your breath was harder now. Angry. Demanding. I stepped out of my pants, my manhood poking out of the top of my boxer briefs. Sticking your hand down my underwear, you grabbed my dick....hard!
"Shit", you said, pushing the briefs down. Your eyes widened like saucers. "You could kill somebody with that."
Blushing, I reached over to the tub and turned the water on. Pulling the lever, the shower screamed to life, spitting droplets on our nude glory. I started toward the tub, but you pulled me back by my cock and dropped to your knees, taking me into your hot, hungry mouth. Your strokes were wet and fast, as if you were intent on milking the jizz right out of me. You cupped your free hand around my balls.
"Easy", I begged, "those are quite full and very tender tight now".
You drew back and looked at me with the same evil grin I had given you.
"Good", you purred, " 'cuz you're gonna need every...last...drop". The last three words were separated and punctuated by a peck on the very tip of the now purple head of my aching dick. Each one sending out psychotic signals through my spine. I wanted, no, needed to empty my sack onto your angelic face, but no. I had already decided, even before I got there, that the ending of this little liaison was going to be much more memorable. As wrong as all this was, if I was going to do something this wrong, I was damn well gonna do it right.
I backed away and pulled you to your feet, turning you away from me and gently guiding you into the steaming water that awaited.
We kissed. We groped. We explored. We fondled places that had been forgotten about.
My fingers massaged and prodded at your tight little bung hole as my other hand found your soaked mound and began to rub you clit. Slow at first, the gaining speed and pressure. My fingers played you like a concert pianist. Small circles became large circles. A light tickle turned to hard scrubbing strokes. Your hand encircled my swollen rod trying to jack me off, but the growing climax within you kept making you let go and reach out for balance against the shower wall. Your breathing had become whimpering gasps, then great gulps and expulsions of air, drinking it like a drowning swimmer. Closer and closer you progressed up the stairway of ecstasy. You threw your head back, slinging your wet hair into wild tangles. You hitched, then covered your mouth as you bowed forward, barely keeping a scream from escaping your throat.
Your legs gave way from beneath you as you slumped down to the shower floor, reclining against the edge of the tub. Your eyes closed, your breasts shook and bounced with your struggle to catch your fleeting breath.
Seeing a perfect opportunity, and taking full advantage of it, I pushed your knees apart and buried my face in your twitching pussy.
"No....don't....please", you tried to object, but I only pressed in harder, sucking brutally on your clit and jamming a finger deep in your wet cavern. I was a starving man who had finally been given bread. The feast was here, and I was going to get my full. I pumped my middle finger like a piston in and out of your hole, rubbing mercilessly against your G-spot, forcing wave upon wave of orgasm through your trembling body.
"I....can't....please!", you begged, your voice cracking on the verge of tears. I relented and withdrew, joining you at the end of the tub and encircling you in my arms. Almost immediately, you leaped up and slammed off the water, getting out of the tub and grabbing a towel.
'Oh shit', I thought to myself, 'I've done it now'. I got up and exited the tub, moving slowly to you, cautiously. The last thing on earth I wanted to do was hurt you. The fantasies were intense, but there was also very real emotion and affection there. Now I had stepped over the line.
"I'm sorry", I said instinctively, "are you alright?"
You spun around and locked eyes with me. Your gaze was that of an enraged jungle cat.
"No, I'm not alright", you growled, once again grabbing me by my cock and pushing me f***efully back into the bedroom. With a shove, I was flat on my back on the bed. My dick bounced off of my stomach as if it had been slapped. You started at my knees and prowled up, still looking like a predatory feline. You climbed closer and closer. For a moment, I actually feared for my life. Somehow, I had pushed the wrong button, and now, this beautiful woman, who I wanted so very badly, was going to rip my throat out.
Your gigantic tits brushed by my rock-hard ram rod, rolling up my chest. You brought your face in close, still looking murderous.
"Tell me again what you said online", you hissed.
Now I was scared and lost.
"Said about what?"
"How long did you say its been since you had sex?"
I swallowed hard, my breath picking up speed.
"Five years", I whispered.
"What?", your voice got louder.
"Five years", I whimpered.
You raised up, grabbed my dick and sat down on it with all your rage.
A shriek rattled the windows of the shoddy hotel. You began to hyperventilate with the rhythm of your angry thrusts.
"OHHHH!", you loudly moaned, "OHHHHHH FUUUUUUHHHHHHHK!"
I began to thrust my hips upward and further into you. I began to grunt with each lunge. The time had come to take over.
I grabbed your shoulders, spinning you off of me and down on the bed, pinning you, I pushed your knees to your shoulders and jabbed your aching pussy.Your face scrunched into an agonizing grimace. Your eyes were squeezed shut. Your teeth were clinched tight. In that moment, a new beauty emerged. You were in agony. My cock penetrated your core, threatening to punch your tonsils. You were at my mercy, and right then, I had none to give. You gasped and grunted, screeched and screamed, whimpered and cursed as I overcame you. I touched into your deepest being as you enveloped me in a vaginal grip that was draining me of my will. You were soooo tight, yet strong. I was beginning to lose my breath.
I backed off and flipped you face down, pulling your beautiful ass as high as it would go. Your lips were red and inflamed....both of us were reaching our limits and determined to push past them. This was the ultimate high, the most wondrous and intense of sexual encounters.
I entered you, pushing hard, but slow. I needed to pick up speed. My muscles had began to weaken. Soon, it would be come or die. I grabbed your hips and began helping my cause by pulling you into me. You raised up on your hands and began to pant as my throbbing balls started slapping against your clit. My breath was almost gone. I with drew and almost fell over.
With the speed of your inner cat-of-prey, you spun toward me, putting your hand behind my head. The raging a****l was now soothing, with eyes that spoke of love and tenderness.
"Its okay", you whispered, "relax."
"No", I wheezed, "you don't understand", I struggled with the words, trying so hard to tell you what I felt. I had to tell you what was happening, how I wanted so badly not to disappoint you and here we were and I was failing. I had to tell you everything.
I had to tell you I loved you.
In your eyes, you heard it all. You pulled me to your lips, parting mine and giving me the satin touch of your tongue. You put your arms around my neck and whispered in my ear.
"Its alright", you said. Leaning back, you pulled me closer to you, smiling that gorgeous smile that I knew right then that I would gladly die for, without hesitation, "Come here", you whispered, gently laying back and guiding me to you and in you.
"Its all you, Baby. Take your time. Do it right."
I looked into the sunset of your stare. I kept my eyes with yours. Without even knowing, I had started to rock, smoothly and with intent. Your womanhood was pulling me in, telling me that I should stay.
Then, the old familiar tickle started to build and climb, making me move faster. it was no longer in my control. The entire room was moving. your eyes rolled back in your head. Waves of orgasms caressed your being. Over and over, I rolled you over an ocean of gentle but real climaxes as mine was coming to its final expulsion.
"Oh, my God", I panted, "I'm gonna....gonna..."
You pulled me toward you, again, whispering to me.
"Yes, Baby. Come inside me".
As if on command, my entire body turned into a stone monolith as the tide of sperm shot like cannon fire from my body into your. The ejection was so hard, it almost pushed me out of you. Breaking the stone rigidness, I pushed back. I wanted every last second of this to last as long as it could. We had created out own Garden of Eden in that dirty little cheap room. We were one. It was where I was always meant to be.
When the orgasm subsided, I kissed you, slowly, with the most heartfelt touch. It was an honesty that I had never reached before. In that one moment, I was as powerful as a god, and as vulnerable as a kitten.
I reached beside the bed and grabbed my cigarettes and lighter. I shook one out and lit it, laying there in your arms, felling better than I had felt in years.
"Was it as good as you dreamed?", you asked.
"No", I said without hesitation. I saw the look in your eyes. You were taken aback. "I'm a writer and musician. There's nothing on earth I can't imagine...but there's no way I could have ever dreamed up ANYTHING that good."
The radiant smile sweetened even more with the sugary powder of ultimate satisfaction was back.
Three worlds had met...The purest ecstasy of Earth, the gates of Heaven, and the fires of Hell itself had all wrapped together.
"Ready for round two?", I asked, grinning slyly.
"Are you serious?", you said giggling.
"Yes", I answered, "but you better get ready."
"Ready for what?"
I reached out and took your hand and guided it to my still iron-hard cock.
"Because this time", I warned, "this thing's going somewhere it shouldn't".

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