And, so it goes. Ch.01 - And Then . .
written by:
The Mouse

This story is about, and dedicated to, a wonderfully sexy lady whom I have known and corresponded with these many years now, much of which has, and continues to be, very flirtatious in nature.

This (and other chapters to follow in due course) are my fantasy of what may happen if life was that little bit kinder! 'Karly' has read this story, and loved it so much she wanted me to share it with you all. We both hope you enjoy it.

And then . . . .

It's strange sometimes how things work out in life. You and I had "met" online on a sex chat/storyboard forum some 12 years ago, when I commented admiringly on some pictures of yourself (in a hot tub, as it happens!) you had posted. I had been entranced from the start by your powerful, womanly curves and full, round breasts, and utterly fascinated by the superb round orbs of your buttocks glistening wetly in the desert sun.

Smitten, then, from the very first sight of you.

Over the ensuing years you posted many more threads and pictures of yourself, in various different poses and modes of dress. No matter what though, I enjoyed them all, spending many hours over that time admiring your body and, to be brutally honest, expending a lot of time and energy masturbating to your pictures. One particular image was one I kept going back to, which was a close up of your pussy and ass with a large glob of sperm just starting to ooze from between your puffy nether lips, obviously having only recently been deposited there by your lover. A close second was an image of you filling your tight ass with a bright pink butt-plug; I dreamt more than once of removing that plug and filling you up with my own rampant cock. It got so that I had downloaded all the pictures of you I could find on to a memory stick, merely entitled "Karly" (your name, but of course you know that!) which had nothing on it but you. I was very lucky that my partner didn't really use the laptop, or indeed the internet, all that much, allowing me plenty of time to enjoy all the many dozens of images of you, though even she admitted you were a very sexy woman.

And then . . . .

After a period where posting of pictures of pretty much any sort to the site dried up, you posted another couple of threads which once again highlighted your gorgeous body, this time seemingly concentrating on your wonderfully full breasts and their gorgeous nipples, in addition to another group of photos showing your pussy and ass filled with (small) toys; and, again, your lovers cock, this time leaving his deposit oozing over the little dark knot of your anus. The thoughts that went through my mind then were filthy - and yet SO arousing!

One day, seemingly out of the blue, a private message arrived from you about one of my stories you'd read, expressing how much you had enjoyed it. That led to me PMing back and very quickly moving to emailing each other on an infrequent but semi-regular basis. These early communications were fairly innocuous at first with little in the way of explicit sexual content, though we did indulge in occasional ‘double entendres' and flirty comments.

For no particular reason, or reasons, we drifted away from direct communication, until one day I saw your name in my inbox in reply to me sending you the draft of a story I was struggling to finish, asking for your thoughts on the story and where it might go. The email consisted simply of two words, "So. Hot!" and an attachment which at first I didn't open, imagining it to be simply a brief critique of my story which I wasn't really in the mood to read at the time. An hour or two later I decided to read it anyway, as I really was keen to know your opinion. How shocked I was to open the attachment and find not the Word document I'd expected, but a photograph of you enjoying my story! This photo showed your spread thighs framing a simple pair of striped panties, and a small area of lightly-tanned tummy above them........... and your hand fully inside them, obviously filling your hot pussy with at least two fingers as you displayed the full level of your enjoyment of my story!

Even though I'd seen many images of you over the years, a large number of which were very intimate indeed, this single non-nude picture filled me with lust for you as I viewed it on my laptop, sitting at home on a wet and windy February morning with my cock a rigid bar of flesh eagerly anticipating imminent release. Which happened a lot faster than it really should have done, so worked up was I by the picture you had taken just for me.

We recommenced our email correspondence with renewed interest from both of us following this, becoming even more sexual in nature very quickly and discovering we had many shared interests in erotica, sexual activity and also more general activities not related to sex at all. I tried to offer my help and support from afar as you in turn were strong and supportive for your close friend, and many were the times our emails were long and tearful as I identified with your anguish over your friend. As things settled for her, we returned to the more erotic nature of our earlier contact.

The tone of our emails changed subtly over the next while, with wide-ranging discussions on topics of all kinds. Generally our opinions were similar, but the occasional differences led to some rather spirited debate, made somewhat surreal (for me) by the time lag involved - sometimes several days would pass between exchanges. Always, though, there was at least one tiny erotic or naughty comment, other times quite lengthy tales of what we'd been up to - or dreamed of. At that time many of my sexual thoughts were of you, and of all the things I would love to experience with you; these ranged from simply licking and kissing you all over right up to sharing you with your husband in an all-night session of rather epic proportions! For a long time these thoughts remained merely fantasies, due to the huge distance between us (a whole ocean and most of a continent apart!) and never did I imagine that one day we might be able to meet for real.

And then . . . .

My long-time partner, Susan, received word that her elderly aunt had suffered a stroke and, although she had survived it, she would require round-the-clock nursing care for some considerable time. This meant she would have to travel down to the South of England - at least 7 or 8 hours travelling by car - and stay there, possibly for 6 months or even longer. This served, amongst other things, to throw our holiday plans into total disarray.

We had planned to visit the U.S, taking in various major cities and incorporating a side trip to see you and your husband; Susan knew of our correspondence, even the sexual content of it, and was bi-curious enough to want to at least meet you. To say she was disappointed was to put it mildly, but she showed me again why I had fallen in love with her when she told me to go to America anyway, and to meet with you and your hubby Stuart (Stu, as you called him) as we had already planned.

"If something happens, then it happens" she went on to add, "You'll just have to take pictures and videos, and then tell me all about it when you phone. If you turn me on enough," she added, "I might just jump on a plane and join you anyway!"

So it was then that the day came I was due to leave for the airport, Susan having driven down South to stay with her aunt some 6 weeks earlier. I was missing her terribly and, because her aunt's needs took up so much time, she was often too tired to talk much on the phone, and too busy to have time to email or Skype. This meant you and I spent more time than ever emailing back and forth, sometimes several times a day despite the time difference between us; you being 8 hours behind the UK meant my early morning was your late night - but, we managed!

Sitting in the Boeing 747 waiting to take off was the longest 10 minutes of my life! Even though I am a seasoned traveller, I imagined all the things that could go wrong and keep the aircraft on the ground; soon enough though, the captain received permission to take off and we were away. I had spent ages on the phone to Susan that morning and she was both excited for me, while sad for herself, that my now solo adventure was imminent. The original itinerary we had planned had been severely curtailed, as I wanted to see such sights as the Statue of Liberty, Golden Gate bridge, Mount Rushmore and many other with her, rather than just myself; after all, it was planned as a once in a lifetime trip, which it would be, taking us roughly 3 months to see all the things we both wanted to see. Now my plan was to fly to San Francisco, spend a week or so catching up with friends who had emigrated there some years ago, then head East to Tucson - and you!

In the end, due to my rescheduled plans, my friends were only around for the first 4 days of my planned week in the Bay area and, while I could have filled the final 3 days fairly easily, I decided to call you and see if you could accommodate me a bit earlier than planned.

"Of course you can come early Tom!" you exclaimed, "the room's ready for you, and so are we!" The slightly girlish giggle that followed that last statement definitely wasn't what I had expected to hear from you - but I found it quite exciting nonetheless.

Having secured a change of ticket, I found myself going from the just about bearable San Franciscan late summer to the arid, searing heat of the Arizonan desert. It wasn't really apparent at first, as the airport terminal was very well air conditioned. However, the baggage reclaim had suffered some sort of failure and was stiflingly hot; thankfully I snagged my single case on the first go-round of the carousel and headed out to the arrivals hall.

At first I couldn't see you amongst the seemingly massive crowd of people waiting to greet loved ones from our flight, and several others too. It suddenly seemed odd to me that, despite all the deep and meaningful conversations we'd had, and knowing intimately what your naked body looked like (and your face!) I had no idea how tall you were and hence exactly where in the crowd I should be looking for your face - one of the few things we hadn't ever talked about! This served only to exacerbate the already fluttery butterflies in my stomach, making them feel like Bald Eagles or vultures instead. It turned out you are nearly as tall as I am at 5'10", a mere inch shorter than me; of course, you had spotted me already and were waving like crazy in my direction. I finally managed to spot you and, sighing to myself in relief, rushed towards you in - and I admit it - rather unseemly haste, leaving my suitcase in my wake.

You had dressed in an outfit similar to one I had seen you in before in one of your photo sets, namely a white blouse and black skirt with tights (or pantyhose I guess, seeing as I was in America!) - or were they stockings? - and black patent leather shoes with small heels. I had observed over the years that you, like me, had gained the odd pound or two here and there, and now your were a little thicker in thigh and tummy than you had been, and maybe your butt was a little wider than before too; but this mattered not one bit to me, as I loved you just as you had shown me in "my" pictures, nicely rounded, soft and cuddly and totally, utterly gorgeous. I thought you looked amazing in your quasi-business attire, a hint of the ‘serious' but I knew underneath that outer façade was a fun and oh so sexy woman who I was keen to get to know properly.

I shook myself from my momentary reverie as, arms wide in greeting, you hugged me closely to your firm bosom, my arms in turn circling your waist and lifting you off the ground in my relief at finally meeting you. It surprised me greatly when your lips found mine in a passionate welcome, but despite the public arena I joined in the greeting with some gusto! When we finally allowed ourselves to part I was aware of more than a few envious glances from those around us, particularly the male element of the audience. I remembered to recover my suitcase and together we headed towards the exit and the parking lot where you had left your car.

We chatted away quite happily on our way out, with you telling me that Stu had been called away to a job out of state and wouldn't be back for a couple of days. I felt a frisson of excitement mixed with a fleeting return of those damn bald Eagles when I realised we would be alone in your house for at least the next 48 hours, perhaps even longer, and wondered what we might get up to during that time. Lots of sexy action I hoped, but first I would have to be sure you were still keen to go through with what we had talked about o many times. I've found in the past in so many areas of life that talking about something is one thing, the reality often quite another.

As it transpired, though, I needn't have worried about a thing. After we had found your car and deposited my case in the boot (trunk!) we got in and sat in the seats revelling in the cold air thrown out by the air conditioning cooling the sweat from our faces. This cold air had another, entirely predictable, effect on certain parts of your anatomy too; looking over to you as you spoke to me about plans for dinner I couldn't help noticing that your blouse had suddenly acquired two extra 'buttons', a fact you also noticed a second or so later.

"Oh look," you giggled, doing exactly that, "it seems the girls are pleased to see you!"

I refrained manfully from reaching out to touch your breasts, though it was a difficult thing to do, however I felt that being so bold in a car in a public place such as a car park might be a little too forward for some tastes, and was also very mindful of the fact that your police officers carry guns! We chatted on about a variety of different topics on our journey, taking our time as there was no rush to be anywhere and you were enjoying the opportunity to show me a little bit of your home town.

After an hour or so driving, having passed by your previous house; "Big mistake, that" you murmured sadly, "you shouldn't go back to previous places, they're never what you want them to be", you positively beamed when we drew up to your current home. Looking from the outside, and from an outsiders' point of view, it looked to me rather uninspiring, though only one storey and well spread out.

"We generally only build one storey in the desert," you explained, "it's easier and cheaper to keep cool that way".

Entering the house I found myself in a spacious hallway, which was wonderfully cool after the heat of the afternoon sun. After putting my case in the guest bedroom you showed me round your home, pointing out all the little, and not so little, touches you and Stu had added over the years you had lived here. I thought it a superbly well thought out plan, and every aspect had been built or crafted to an exacting degree.

After going all through the house I realised one room had been absent from my tour - the master bedroom! You had very skilfully avoided going in there, but you soon realised I had noticed your omission.

"I haven't shown you our bedroom yet" you blushed, "because I forgot to put my toys away from this morning!"

"Sweetie," I replied, "you know I've seen all your toys in action, and more than once. You really don't need to hide them from me".

"It's not that," came your retort, "but I haven't changed the sheets yet either - they were soaking!"

I had nothing to say to that really, though a certain stiffening in my shorts suggested my mind had experienced thoughts my dormant penis had picked up before my conscious thought had! Given I hadn't had actual sex for weeks, it was no surprise really, though I blushed almost as deeply as you had done seconds before.

"I'll go and freshen up then" I offered, "and let you get things sorted".

So saying I gave you a light kiss on the lips and received a slap on the butt as I turned away to complete my ablutions.

And then . . . .

I emerged from 'my' room about half an hour later, and went in search of you to find out what plans you'd made for later in the evening. I found you lying on the sofa in the lounge, speaking on the phone to Stu.

"Yeah, he's up now honey" you said as I walked in to the room, "do you wanna speak with him?"

Handing me the phone you rose from the couch and said "Stu wants to say hello Tom; I'll go and make some iced tea. Bye for now honey, talk later!" Your voice rose slightly as you walked through to the kitchen, your gorgeous round ass swaying seductively as you went.

Initially, conversation was a little stilted, on my part at least; despite everything, I found it a little odd at first talking to a guy whose wife I was almost certainly going to make love with soon, and with his full knowledge and approval. Very quickly though, we fell into an easy rapport, due in no small part to our mutual liking of a number of sports and hobbies and, of course, our considerable lust for you!

When you came back with two glasses of iced tea I said my goodbyes and handed you back the phone. You had a short, low conversation with Stu then, loud enough for me to hear, said "G'bye for now lover, see you in a couple of days. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

When you'd hung up and put the handset back in its cradle, you sat down beside me on the couch. Our glasses were on a couple of low tables at either end of the couch, in easy reach if needed. We sat and talked some more, about what I don't know to this day, as I was becoming more and more aware of your eyes, your smile and your sexuality; and also of the effects all those things were having on me!

It seems to me that there was a kind of physical magnetism at work right then, as we leaned towards each other until our shoulders touched, and my right arm rose almost of its' own volition to snuggle round your shoulders. I used a slight press of my arm to turn you in towards me, and my lips met yours again as if it was ordained ... as perhaps it was. Although we had kissed already at the airport, and again earlier on, this time was much, much different; now, we were alone, and with none of the inhibitions that social etiquette imposes on people in public places.

We began slowly, lips barely touching at first as we indulged in subtle little pecks, building up to lips locking and my arms fully around you to draw you closer to me, your left breast pushing against my chest and the right against the arm which was reaching round your back. A minute or two later your lips parted a fraction, allowing my tongue to flick against yours as I licked your lips and tasted your raspberry-flavoured lip gloss. I gently probed between your teeth, the tip of my tongue touching yours again, our tongues soon duelling in our mouths as our kiss morphed into something even more passionate. Meanwhile our hands had been busy too, your right hand stroking the inside of my thigh while my left cupped your heavy right breast, my thumb rubbing the stiffened nipple through the material of your bra and blouse.

When your had had travelled sufficiently far up my leg for you to reach the tip of my now fully-erect cock, I decided I was in too much danger of prematurely explosion and decided to forestall the risk by definitive action. I slid my hand over the curve of your breast to the front of your blouse, and teased open the top button, then the second and third, leaving the material gaping open and disclosing your deep, sexy cleavage to my hungry gaze. I ran the tip of my forefinger round the lacy edge of the bra, feeling the warmth of your flesh against my fingertip and seeing the nub of your nipple harden further against the soft material.

I returned my fingers to the buttons of your blouse, releasing the last few so that I could smooth the sides apart to free your bra-encased bosom fully from its covering and exposing the gentle roundness of your tummy as it curved down into the waistband of your skirt. I eased out from your side and slid onto my knees, my hand following the curve of your tummy my eyes had just traversed, my lips never losing contact with yours as I was enjoying the experience far too much to let go. My right hand found the raised ridge of your bra strap through the white cotton of your blouse, the fingertip touch allowing me to feel the location of the hooks and exactly where the edge of the strap was. I coupled a slight pressure on your back with a slight pulling-away motion from your mouth to make your mouth follow mine, and ease you up enough that a quick, much-practiced finger-flick caused the strap to unhook with a sharp snapping sound, allowing the abundantly-filled cups to surge upward and outwards with the weight of your full orbs now free to move in whatever direction they wished.

Still engaged in a wet tongue-to-tongue joust with you my hand smoothed over your soft skin, my palm moving in slow circles as it moved up your abdomen until the tips of my fingers were sliding underneath the edge of your bra, to touch the warm flesh of your breast for the very first time. As my hand rose further to fully enclose the softly firm mound of your right breasts, my searching fingers found the stiff nub at its' summit; I felt, and heard, the gasp from you as my fore- and middle-fingers gently nipped the rubbery button, your hand shooting down from the back of my head to clamp my hand to your chest, fully encouraging me to continue squeezing and teasing your rampant tit flesh. Your breathing started to speed up as I enjoyed the feel of your warm flesh against my hand, both front and back of my fingers enveloped by your fingers and breast. When you allowed your hand to return to my shoulder, I moved to lift the bra from your other boob, freeing it totally from the embrace of its' lacy covering.

You were now half-lying on the couch, with your blouse wide open and the empty cups of your bra stretched over your upper chest, your gorgeous, full breasts exposed fully to me for the first time. I could only see them from the corner of my eye just now though and, much as I was ecstatically enjoying our lingering kiss, I was also very keen to move my mouth down to taste your fulsome wares. My left hand had by now returned to your boob, nipple now between my thumb and forefinger which were nipping and teasing it to greater length and thickness - and sensitivity! I knew from our chats that you liked them played with firmly, even a little roughness on occasion, and I believed that as turned on as we both were, this would likely be one of those times.

With a mixture of reluctance and excitement I ended our deep kiss and lifted my head away to enable me to see the full glory of your breasts bereft now of any support - other than my hand, of course! They were as magnificent as I had seen in pictures so often over the years; pale, fair skin, topped with light pink nipples and aureoles which complemented your complexion wonderfully, and I told you so in an almost breathless whisper.

"Thank you darlin'!" you murmured in reply, "Now, play with them some more - I'm loving it".

I needed no further encouragement on that score, let me tell you! First, though, I sat you up for just long enough to slide the sleeves of your blouse from your arms, glimpsing an edge of the tattoo on your right shoulder as I did so, and when you had thrown that to one side, pulled the now superfluous brassiere from your arms to add it to the blouse on the floor. As you lay down again on the couch, I enjoyed the sight of your heavy boobs falling to lie spread apart on your torso, your sweet nipples still hard and thrusting from the creamy mounds. I was tempted at that point to remove your skirt and whatever underwear you might be wearing, but decided to keep that pleasure until a little later; after all, we had all night to enjoy each other.

Surprising you with one last sloppy kiss to your mouth, I returned my attentions to your neglected bosom. My left hand returned to its' previous job of manipulating and teasing your right breast, my spread fingers attempting to corral the fullness of the tit-flesh while my finger and thumb returned to the digital ministration of the now deep pink thimble-sized nub of desire at its' top. I watched your face keenly, your smoky eyes almost closed as you experienced the sensual delights I was inflicting on your body, the tip of your delicate pink tongue visible between parted lips and a sense of anticipation evident in your demeanour. I lowered my head towards your left breast, my own tongue reaching out to touch the crease where your boob began at the top of your rib cage and licking slowly across the surface until I reached the side of your right boob, which I was endeavouring to lift from your body by pulling insistently on the now reddened nipple.

I moved my head down now, so that my tongue followed the curve of the breast until I reached the definitive spot where the up-curve of the underside began; then, after pausing for a few seconds to suck gently on the rounded flesh, my tongue carried on its' journey round the full, smooth roundness until I reached the spot just about where I'd begun. Round again, the circling slightly smaller this time, and again and again in an ever-decreasing spiral, all the while stretching, pinching, and teasing the equally succulent bosom in my left hand. I felt your breathing increasing in rapidity even more than before, hitching a little every time I nipped your nipple a wee bit harder, or stopped to plant tiny kisses on the skin of your left tit before moving on again.

Round and round I went, getting closer and closer to the swollen pink button atop the creamy flesh I so adored, the whole of your body quivering in anticipation now as my mouth neared its' prize. Finally I was nearly there, fluttering kisses surrounding the nipple as I drew out the tease until you moaned one word in my ear.

"Pleeaase .............."

I held off for another few, eternal seconds, before my lips surrounded your nipple and I sucked it deeply into my mouth, jaw opening as wide as I could manage so the thick nipple flesh scrapped the roof of my palate as my hungry orifice was filled with the soft yet pliant flesh of your beautiful breast.

As I inhaled more firmly, my tongue flicking and sucking the nipple in imitation of a suckling infant, my hand and fingers renewed their assault on your right tit, squeezing the heavy mound and pulling on the nipple until I was able to see watch your breast assume an almost conical shape; a quite amazing achievement for such a magnificently round and firm appendage as yours was I thought.

And then . . . . .

As lovely and sensual as this was, greedy me wanted more. Much, much more. I somewhat reluctantly let your full breast fall from my mouth, the top few inches wet with my saliva, and half-turned on my knees by your side so I was able to look at you straight on. You laid there with a Mona Lisa-type smile on your face, eyes lightly closed as you waited my next move; knowing there would be one very soon! I didn't disappoint you, leaning slightly sideways over you and cupping my hands under the outside of your unfettered breasts, pushing their plump weight up and together so they were slightly elongated and the "wee twins" as I had mentally dubbed them were less than an inch apart. Your exquisite, deep-pink nipples, as thick as my pinkie finger and almost as hard, seemed to me to be begging for attention; I once again let my head fall towards you, my tongue reaching out eagerly to lash them one at a time and leaving another coating of my saliva on your flesh. My forefingers extended upwards, my remaining digits squeezing your tits tighter together as my hands rose, then one last lick before I drew back to give myself a clear view.

My forefingers had now reached your nipples and I began to gently stroke my fingers in a circular pattern over the tips, creating an electric feeling in your breast buds that after half a minute of continual massaging brought another, louder moan from between your lips. I rubbed harder, my tongue adding more saliva to the mix, a little nip to each teat from my gentle teeth, lips then returning to give a brief but strong suction to each nipple in turn. Once more, I repeated my actions time and again, building up the firmness of my massaging fingers, the duration of my nipping and sucking, your moans and little squeals of pleasure my reward and my pleasure. I could feel both your hands now on the back of my head, encouraging me to further and rougher actions, egging me on to the next level.

A sudden idea flowered in my head and, not wishing to lose the moment I moved my left hand quickly from your boob, swooping down to the junction of your thighs and finding that the pressure on my head was only from one of your hands; the other had rucked up the front of your skirt and was between your slightly opened thighs, fingers inside what transpired to be panties equally as lacy as your bra had been, quite obviously rubbing your clitoris in time with the movements of my mouth on your breasts.

My quick glimpse was enough to tell me that you were, in fact, wearing stockings - proper ones, with a garter belt and straps - before I returned my hand and mouth to their previous positions to renew my endeavours to make you come. I had recalled from our previous discussions that you had never managed to orgasm without clitoral stimulation, which remembrance had triggered my move, but it seemed you had that element well under control! I also knew that you loved your nipples being played with, and quite roughly too as earlier hard sucking and nipping had confirmed; this led me to now push my face deep into the cleavage I had created by once again squashing your tits close together, and manoeuvring them so that I now was able to suck both your sexy nubs together, one on each side of my mouth, pushing your boobs into my face so within a minute or two I managed to squish and manipulate them enough that your nipples met inside my mouth, albeit only just!

I now sucked as hard as I could on the thick, hard nubbins I had grown to love so quickly, teeth biting down as my tongue dove and swooped around them and your hand moved quicker and harder against your pubic mound. Once again I could hear your breathing grow ragged and harsh, and with one final nibble on your tiny mounds coinciding wonderfully with your frantic rubbing you suddenly froze in motion as your first orgasm at my behest rose inside you and emerged as a series of loud groans, accompanied by a sexy blush appearing over your upper chest and shivering breasts. I sat back on my haunches to fully enjoy the sight of your climax, my hands slipping from your boobs to slide down along the side of your voluptuous body and over the scrunched up material of your skirt to rest upon the firm meat of your wonderfully plump thighs. Looking back at your face I found your eyes had opened as your climax faded, a beaming smile appearing on your lips as you watched me watching you.

And then . . . .

"Thank you," you mouthed softly to me, "that was lovely, and unexpected". I must have looked quite surprised, as you added, "No-one has ever made me come the first time like that; that was quite something - lover!"

"The first of many," I quipped in reply, "At least, I hope so!"

"Oh, sweetie, trust me; if you can make me come like that, you'll have no trouble at all"

‘No pressure there then!' I thought to myself, but secretly pleased at your confidence in me.

I looked down to where your hand still rested between your thighs, hiding your intimate centre from my gaze under the thin lacy covering of your panties. I now spent time to wonder what, if anything, you had done to your pubic hair. Over the years your pictures had shown variations from a full bush, medium and short trims, shaved lips with bush or trim on the top; basically, pretty much any way your pubes could appear, I had seen, including one occasion when you had shaved yourself completely bare. I loved all the different looks you'd had, and was excited to explore your nether regions to find out.

I returned my gaze to your eyes, now half-open as you laid back languorously on the couch with your bountiful bosom and chest now almost returned to their usual tone, though the stiffness remained on your oh so suckable nipples. I sat back on my haunches, still close enough to you that I could lean over to kiss you pretty much wherever I wished. As the thought occurred so it translated to action, and I leant over and placed my hands on either side of your abdomen, fingers splayed apart so I could feel your ribs under the taut, pale skin.

My head lowered towards your torso again and I licked slowly round the underside of your right breast, across the chasm of your spread cleavage and round the curve of your left boob until I was almost at my fingertips, resisting (for the moment) the urge to latch my lips around your still gorgeously hard teats. Back and forth then, across the roundness of your tummy, ever downwards towards the waistline of the skirt which was still bunched between your thighs, finally halting my traverse as the bottom of my tongue scraped along the slightly rough material.

I rose up again to half-roll you towards me, the mound of your right tit falling with a soft slap against the left as you turned onto your side. Yet again resisting the temptation to lean down and suck them, kiss them, instead I moved my left hand to the back of your skirt to unsnap the flat hook fasteners of your skirt, fingers finding the tiny zipper tab and pulling it slowly down towards the curve of your ass while I grasped the waistband with my other hand to stop it trying to follow the zipper!

Of course, I only need forefinger and thumb to hold the zip, allowing the other three to spread out and guide the zipper down the length of the skirt - and, naturally, the crease between your firm, plump buttocks. All too soon the end of the zipper run appeared, the downward movement stopping just where the lower curve of your butt cheeks began. My hand then returned empty along the path it had just traversed, the fingertips slipping in between the teeth of the zip to touch the smooth yet lacy material of your panties and feel the heat of your flesh through the fine material. On a roll now, I eased what I could of the now gaping waistband down over your right hip as far as I could, before easing you back to your original supine position on the couch.

Slipping a couple of fingers beneath the band, I employed a back and forth sliding motion to it to lower the skirt; taking the initiative from me then you arched your back to lift your hips up off the couch, your breasts falling slightly towards your shoulders as you moved and allowing me to use both hands to quickly slip the skirt down to your ankles. You lowered your hips back to the cushions, lifting your legs to let me draw the skirt fully away and throw it on to the nearby chair. Then, and only then, did I allow myself to look at your now nearly naked body and drink in the beauty of your form.

Starting with your shoulder-length brunette hair, I moved down to your beatifically smiling face with the smoky eyes lazily observing my every move, past your shoulders to the magnificent full orbs of your tits with the thick, deeply pink nipples atop the firm, but soft, flesh; already, I knew the taste and feel of them so well. Down, down some more, until my gaze encountered the ivory-coloured garter belt with the thin straps connecting to the sheer black stockings filled out so wonderfully by your luscious thighs held together so primly, and the black patent leather pumps visible beyond your lovely firm calves.

And in the very centre - the lacy triangle of panties barely large enough to cover the dim shadow between your legs, the shadows of the material still hiding from me the condition of your pubic hair. Looking closely at the swell of your belly, I could make out the faint movement of a pulse where your skin disappeared under the garter belt and, further down, the darker patch of material at the gusset of your panties where your body gave away the extent of your arousal only minutes previously.

I noticed your hand then, the fingers slightly curved in its' repose with a glint of moisture evident on your middle two fingers. I reached out and lifted your hand to my slightly open mouth and, without pause, slipped your fingers between my lips and sucked them lightly, my tongue enveloping your slick digits as I tasted your cunt juices for the very first time.

"Mmm Mmm Mmmmmmm" was all I was able to say at the time, but which I hoped you interpreted as,

"You taste absolutely heavenly!"

And you did. You do. A little hint of saltiness, mixed with a slight tang and a potful of sweetness; a veritable smorgasbord of delicious, irresistible womanly flavour that reminded me suddenly of the taste of my own dear Sue. I knew that she too would love the taste of you, and revel in tasting it from the source as I hoped to do myself so very soon. I sucked harder on your fingers to ensure every atom of your juices had been savoured, and watched as your eyes closed completely and the smile on your lips broadened even more.

I decided then that I wanted - no, needed - to kiss and lick and taste your hot pussy for myself, and moved my hands to your hips while still sucking your fingers lightly between my lips. I lowered my head between your spread thighs until my face was mere millimetres above your pantie-clad honeypot, the gusset a couple of shades darker than the rest of the material due to your previous arousal.

I looked up at you again, to see you lying back serenely with your eyes lightly closed, that enigmatic smile still playing on your lips. I returned to my inspection of your hidden delights and noted that there were no stray curls escaping from the sides of your pantie gusset, but there was a noticeable aroma identical to what I had just been tasting on your fingers rising from your core which went straight to the centre of my brain.

I could wait no longer now and hooked suddenly excited fingers over the thin waistband of your panties and drew them down over your closing thighs, over your calves and off your feet, throwing them to the floor in my haste to view your hidden treasure in real life for the very first time. As your thighs parted once again, the dark mat of your pussy hair became fully visible and I was enthralled to see it was trimmed short enough to allow your plump labia to show slightly, but long enough make your wonderful opening slightly hidden and mysterious to my probing gaze.

My head dropped again so my cheek lay against the swell of your tummy, and I kissed your belly-button gently before planting a row of tiny kisses down towards the shadow of hair on your mound. My tongue reached out to lick at the very edge of your pubes, following the demarcation line between rough stubble and creamy smooth skin until I reached that sexy crease where thigh and groin meet. I followed this guiding line downwards, slowly, my hands on your sides feeling the tiniest quiver through your body as I finally reached my goal.

I was kneeling on the floor in a slightly awkward position, so took a few seconds to move and also to lift your left leg up and away from the other so your centre was more easily accessible to my probing tongue. This had the added bonus of allowing your plump outer labia to spread open just enough that the delicate folds within became visible, and able to protrude slightly from your mound. Your pussy was already wet from your earlier ministrations I knew, but to see it and smell the arousal so closely was intoxicating to me.

And what was that, nestling almost out of sight between the meaty cheeks of your ass? A merest hint of something not easily identified, a sliver, a tiny crescent of pinkness among the dark shadows . . . . Was it? YES, it was a butt plug; your favourite pink one as it happened, and mine too having seen many pictures of it in situ over the years, and indeed having enjoyed pleasuring myself to the sight of you filling your ass with it on many, many occasions! Even as I watched, the sheen of moisture seemed to increase its' intensity, and my hands moved to your firm, smooth thighs to hold them apart while my tongue finally met the edge of your intimate lips and licked, slowly, their full length; nudging the pink crescent between your cheeks, then all the way from perineum to the delicate pink hood which was doing a poor job of trying to hide the pearly button of your clitoris.

And then . . . .

The sensation of you that was the first, over-riding impression that bludgeoned my reeling brain as I savoured the taste of you from your source for the very first time! The multitude of different aromas - a slight muskiness, a definite tang yet sweetness that was like some kind of rare bouquet to my senses - served to almost knock me senseless from my incredible sense of fulfilment. I felt the increased shivering of your limbs through my hands and arms where they lay against you, and determined there and then I would not rest until these minor trembles evolved into whole-scale bodyquakes! I returned to my start point and licked again from ass to clit, again and again until I felt the trembling in your thighs increase to far higher levels than before.

I retreated from your labia and the valley between your thighs, concentrating for a bit on the swelling inner lips peeking from the thin, slick mat of fur on your mound. I used the tip of my tongue to lick the very edges of your lips a few times, then, without resting, the deep crease between outer and inner lips where the nerve endings led to even more heightened sensations in your centre. Up and down I went, first one side for a few strokes then moving quickly to the other, all the while savouring the ever-increasing wetness seeping from your sexy honeypot.

Finally I returned to your entrance, the whole area now swollen and soaking in your unique, delicious female juices, with your glorious cunt now gaping slightly as my tongue began to probe deeper inside the crinkled folds of your pussy. My mouth covered your love hole completely now, my upper lip feeling the slight roughness of your closely-trimmed bush with my lips sealed over the fullness of your mound and the lower lip pressing firmly against your perineum, and the rim of the fuck toy still buried between your taut buttocks. Still this was not enough for me, and I pressed even harder against your cleft, my tongue reaching inside you deeper than I ever thought possible.

I suddenly realised my upper teeth were pressing very firmly against your swelling clitoris, which explained the increased undulation of your hips against my face. I moved slightly upwards then, my lower jaw sliding comfortably into the hollow of your gaping pussy which then enabled my to properly encompass the upper area of your vaginal canyon and my tongue, upper lip and teeth to combine in a loving assault on your sensitive cum button.

I started with a gentle suction first, then a subtle nibbling action to tease the rigid little nubbin even further out. This proved more difficult than I at first supposed, as you were responding even more actively than I had thought you might! However I wrapped my arms tighter around your thighs, hands on the insides to help ease your legs apart sufficiently enough that I wouldn't risk becoming suffocated - though I could think of worse ways to lose consciousness to be sure!

After a considerable time of this action, during which I felt I had managed to draw you to the very edge of orgasm several times before easing off just enough to let you fall back from the brink, I imagined you were starting to get a little impatient to experience another climax. I pulled my mouth away from your soaking pussy for a few seconds, all the better to take in the glorious sight of your body above me now covered in a sheen of perspiration, a light flush apparent on your full breasts, chest and proudly erect nipples; down then across your rounded tummy until once again I returned to the beauty of your gaping kitty, and the occasional glimpse of the pink edge of the plug filling your ass.

Now I returned to your pleasure, the tip of my tongue beginning by running oh so softly over your clitoris and a lustful shudder immediately evident through your body. That seemed to please you, I thought, and so did it again, this time flattening my tongue to try to enhance the pleasure even more. I was becoming desperate now myself to bring you to climax and so once my tongue had completed its' slow traverse of your orgasm button I let my lips purse together over the hard nub, sucking it gently between them, my tongue flicking almost imperceptibly over the tip. After a few seconds of that I opened my lips slightly and allowed my mouth to fully encompass the top of your slit and clitoris, my tongue rubbing all over while I removed my left hand from your leg and found the gushing pussy beneath my chin. I used my middle and ring fingers to delve between your juicy folds, the knuckles nudging against the protruding pink silicone of the butt plug still filling your sexy, tight ass.

I could feel growing tension in your vaginal muscles now as you drew closer and closer to orgasm, and I redoubled my oral ministrations to your clit while striving to locate that ever-elusive bump some call the G-spot with my fingertips; the sudden upward jerks of your pelvis coupled with a vastly increased flow of juices from your already soaking cunt and even tighter clamping of my fingers, indicated I may have just found it!

I moved my right arm up your body now so that it was lying across the roundness of your tummy, and able to grasp the quivering flesh of your breast, teasing the rock-hard nipple with firm pinching between my reckless fingers. I had intended to use that other hand to play a little with the plug buried inside you but, for the moment at least, I had to settle for giving that an occasional nudge with my knuckles whenever I got the chance. I soon worked out though that no added stimulation would be needed at this point; you had always told me you weren't the most vocal of lovers, but the loud moans and squeals you were now uttering seemed to me to say "I'm cumming!" in a way no words could replicate. One or two more fingertip strokes to your g-spot, a couple more firm nips and licks of your now hypersensitive clit, and then I was almost suffocated as your thighs clamped tightly around my head as you came.

Massively.

Your poor sofa was never going to be the same again, flooded with copious amounts of gorgeously tasty female cum and the thinner juices squirting from between your lips, down my chin and jaw then onto the material of the couch. On and on it went, loud grunts and moans barely audible from above me, my head still clamped painfully between your undulating thighs. Eventually, though, it had to stop, as all good things must. Gradually I felt the grip on my skull ease off as your legs fell loosely apart, your hand relaxed on the back of my head where it had been for an unknown amount of time and my own fingers uncurling inside your still spasming pussy, nudging the base of the plug in your ass one last time as I withdrew.

And then . . . .

As I sat back once more on my knees, I drank in the sight of you in post-orgasmic stupor. Your face, eyes closed, and with a beatific smile seemingly glued in place; flushed chest and tits, the large soft mounds still quivering slightly as the last ripples of climax left your body, the dark red points of the nipples sitting proudly as ever atop the creamy hillocks. Your left arm had dropped to your side, but the right was resting across your belly as you moved to feel how wet you now were around your pussy and thighs, and I observed that your stockings were still, amazingly, somehow still attached to the garter belt, though in a considerable state of disarray!

You quivered again as your fingers reached the butt plug still embedded inside you, hastily withdrawing them with a moan as another, tiny flutter of orgasm arrived.

"No more, baby", you pleaded softly, "Can't take any more right now!".

"That's OK sweetie," I replied, "I'm loving just watching you. Take all the time you need".

I watched as your breathing slowed, that smile still as wide as ever on your face, and I imagined you might now drift off to sleep; not that I would have minded in the least - I was feeling more than a little tired myself, truth be told - but, in my experience at least, couches are not the most comfortable of places to sleep, especially if they're wet!

So it was that a significant fright was thrown into me when, with no warning, your eyes flew open and you sat straight up from your repose and stared at me in something approaching horror.

"Tom! You're still dressed!" you exclaimed, "You haven't cum! I've barely even touched your cock yet!"

I quickly recovered from my fright and couldn't resist admiring your heaving breasts, beautiful and engaging as they bounced slightly on your chest, the nipples still prominent and suckable on the tips.

"OH, Tom!" you groaned now, "look at your pants - you must be SO uncomfortable like that!"

I was aware, of course, that my cock had been trapped in a state of solid arousal in my jeans for a considerable time now, but looking down at myself for the first time I also realised that the entire crotch area, and especially the top of my right leg, of my stone-washed jeans was more akin to the ‘original' dark-blue denim colour, so soaked were they by my own copious secretions during our recent activities.

"Oh, Tom," you cried out again, "come on through with me till we can get you undressed and cleaned up!"

Leaping from the now-sodden couch, the sensuality of your body subjugated for the moment to the more practical solving of my immediate damp problem, you headed off towards the bathroom urging me to follow. I rose quickly from my place kneeling beside the sofa, not least because I had once again glimpsed the bright pink base of the butt plug you had evidently forgotten about and not noticed was still filling your delightful rear entrance.

As I followed you along the hall I could catch occasional glimpses of pink between your wiggling buttocks, those in turn framed beautifully by the garter belt, straps and stockings you still wore. The muted swish of the silk rubbing together as your legs moved was intoxicating to me, and I was now very aware of the glans on my erect penis chafing uncomfortably against the wet denim. I entered the bathroom fractionally behind you, to find you had already turned on the hot tap to prepare a warm cloth for me. You turned to face me, presumably to exhort me to remove my jeans and underwear, but I simply gathered you in my arms and kissed you deeply, my hands finding their way unerringly to take firm grasp of your bountiful ass cheeks as I probed your willing mouth with my tongue; the same tongue that only moments ago had been buried deep inside your sublimely sexy pussy and still tasted of your secretions.

I eased you backwards as we kissed until the back of your thighs, just at that crease where they met the full roundness of your buttocks, bumped against the porcelain of the sink that was supported in a wide sculpted wooden unit. I massaged your nether cheeks in circular, firm movements with both hands, spreading them apart for a few seconds then squeezing them tightly together soon after, it soon becoming evident that my desired intention of reminding you the plug was, in fact, still there, had been met! I felt the hitch in your breathing that told me you could feel the bulbous plug pressing your insides, the tiny movements creating the huge feeling of fullness and sensuality in you that I knew you loved. I let go of your splendidly voluptuous cheeks to cup the sweet mounds of titflesh that were pressing into my chest, the nipples once again returned to full hardness in my palms. As my hands rose yours descended to my belt, dextrous fingers unsnapping the belt buckle, then the button on my jeans, desperately pulling down the zipper and pushing jeans and boxers together over my hips and down as far as you could reach, restricted by me still kissing you, and still mauling at your wonderful boobs.

My stiffness sprang up to smack against my stomach and then, before you could move or do anything else, I eased my pelvis forward so my rigid pole slipped between your legs and my groin against your mound pushed your plugged asshole against the sink, causing that pink intruder to be pushed as far inside as it could go. I could feel the tip of my prick touching the firmness of the warm silicone, and the moisture on the top of my shaft where it rubbed against your luscious pussy lips.

And then . . . .

I'd had my eyes closed for a couple of minutes, savouring our deep kiss and experiencing to the full all the tactile sensations of your body against mine. I now decided it was time to open them and enjoy again the vision of beauty that was your body, forgetting that, since we were still kissing, that would be impossible! Instead, my eyes opened to the equally arousing sight of your spreading buttocks perched on the rolled porcelain edge of the sink, with the rounded bright pink edge of the butt plug easily visible and causing my cock to twitch up against your tender vulva and clit.

At that, your legs rose up and around my hips, your feet pressing strongly against my butt cheeks and, as a result of the shift in position, causing you to slide infinitesimally towards me. As tiny as the movement was, it led to the plug being firmly pressed inside you once again, at exactly the same time as my straining penis finally achieved its' destination; namely, the thick head and first 2 or 3 inches slipping effortlessly inside your hot cunt, the heat inside you feeling incredible on my shaft. I had broken our kiss too as that happened, and was able to watch as your eyes opened and a huge smile appeared on your lips.

"Oh, darlin' Tom," you breathed, "That feels SO nice inside me. Give me more, please, more", and you backed up your plea with action, pressing your feet harder into my ass to push me further inside your tight, sweet hole.

And I helped, by thrusting my pelvis towards you as you drew me into you, the remaining length slowly filling your hungry kitty until I could feel my heavy balls squashing against your ass, your legs now bent at an acute angle so your thighs were against the side of my ribs while your lower legs fell down my back ribs allowing your feet to continue their pressure against my buttocks. I could feel the undulated ridges of the butt plug in your ass too and, for some primal reason, that feeling was filling me with an urge to simply pound into you with all my might; something I was reluctant to do, at least in this position, as I didn't want to cause you hurt against the hard porcelain you were sitting on.

Somehow, in that way some women can, you picked up on my thoughts and said,

"Honey, I'm fine here. This is about you now, and I want you to fill me full of your cock, then with your cum.

Fuck. Me. Now!"

You enhanced this instruction by renewing our passionate kiss and using your hands to add to the pressure on my pelvis urging me forward; the pressure relaxed to let me draw back a few inches then forward again, back and forth I moved at your behest, every thrust now resulting in my balls pressing against the plug buried in your ass and sending tremors of lust through your body, as it was doing to me, too.

Faster and harder we went, each encouraging the other to greater passion as my cock slid in and out of your slick wetness. After only a few minutes of this I felt my rhythm start to falter and I knew, as did you, that my release was all too imminent, and you broke our kiss again to say,

"Fuck me Tom, fill me up! Do it! Do it NOW!"

With that last word echoing in my brain I gave one final, hard thrust into your grasping pussy, and a loud moan escaped my lips as I felt the first load of my sperm flowing hotly up the length of my shaft until it exploded violently inside the very depths of your body. My hips jerked uncontrollably as a second, then third jet of cum filled you with virtually unabated force, my cock and groin now so sensitive I could feel the spunk overflow beginning to seep round my girth and over my own neatly trimmed pubic hair.

A fourth and fifth ejaculation followed on, these much less violent than the first three and with less emission. My body had now gone completely rigid in the cocoon of your embrace, our voices overlapping each other in mutual expression of the carnal joy filling our minds while our hearts gradually slowed from the frenetic pace they had achieved during our frantic coupling. I eased my upper body away from yours so I could better view your face and chest, pleased to see the flush on your skin that suggested you had managed to climax yet again, this time with me inside you. I looked down to examine more closely where we joined, two patches of neatly trimmed hair surrounding the reddened, swollen lips of your pussy split by the thick shaft of my penis and all of it covered now in a spreading of the thick, white cream of mine that was leaking out of you.

And then . . . .

I had managed to recover my wits sufficiently by now to fully appreciate once more the sheer beauty and sexiness of your body; not just the obvious face, tits, pussy and ass, but the lesser thought of areas like the soft curve of your neck where it meets your jawline, so soft to kiss; the silky smoothness of your calves against my back; delicate toes tipping surprisingly small feet; all of these I could see, and imagined too that slightly ticklish, tender patch in the small of your back that I wanted to kiss, lick and kiss again just as soon as I was able, or the soft area behind your knees I wanted to stroke and kiss.

I snapped out of my reverie to see you smiling at me, a slight slump to your body now as you rested your back against the mirrored wall behind you resulting in your heavy breasts to fall slightly to the sides, their nipples still amazingly firm despite the relative lack of sexual stimulation. I tensed my internal muscles a few times causing my prick to jerk inside you, the motion allowing me to feel anew the soft, hot wetness that was your juices mixed now with mine, the feeling also enticing a giggle from you which made me shiver in anticipation of more to come.

With one last kiss I began to pull my cock out of its' slippery nest, feeling the sudden pressure of your internal muscles as you tried to squeeze the last drops of jizz from my shaft. There was a definite sloppy noise as the glans eased from your slit and I then watched, mesmerised, as a veritable flood of semen began to emerge from between your gaping labia and into the crease between your buttocks.

It suddenly occurred, seeing that, that this would be a totally right time to try something I'd thought about more than once over the years, but had never quite got around to; eating my own cum from a willing partner, or cream-pie eating as it's apparently known. I had tasted my own come on several occasions over the years and found it a not unpleasant experience, so had no qualms about the thought of doing so again now. Plus, I had already tasted your juices and I knew the mixture of the two could only be delicious!

Dropping to my knees before you, noting your eyes opening wide in shock as I did so, I spread your thighs wide so I could reach your oozing cleft easily with my mouth. I didn't want to mess about now, so I went straight to the source of the cum river and clamped my lips over your plump mound and sucked, savouring the strong musky flavour of our mingling juices as I drank them in.

"Oh. My. Fuuuucccckkk!" I heard above me as I worked on licking all of this nectar from your haven, "Don't forget I want to taste you lover! Get up here with that!"

I figured I had managed to get most of what was there, and had swallowed only a fraction of the total, so I stood again between your legs and leant in to kiss your waiting, open mouth. My lips met yours in a perfect seal, and my tongue invaded your mouth with a cargo of our mixed cum. You sucked my tongue deep into your mouth, your moans of pleasure humming through me as you savoured every drop, my now-wilted prick attempting to stage a revival due to it's nearness to your wet, succulent pussy.

It was not to be quite yet though, but that was of no immediate concern as you did not appear to have fully recovered from our recent level of activity. Licking your lips clean of the final vestiges of our cream, you eased off the sink unit and, taking me by the hand, led my over to the shower stall and eased us both inside. The hot water suddenly dousing us served also to rouse me into some semblance of awareness, and we took turns each to soap and rinse the other. As I rinsed the soap from your voluptuous curves you turned round to face the wall and I noticed that the pink circle of the butt plug was in view, evidence that you had not yet removed it from your gloriously sexy ass! I managed not to touch it right at that moment, but even the jet of water hitting the base seemed to send tiny shudders of pleasure through your body.

Once we had stopped the shower and slicked off most of the water, you stepped out onto the mat and, grabbing two towels, handed me one as you wrapped the other round your body, hiding all your delicious goodies from my view.

"Come on through to my bedroom darlin'," you smiled, "time we had a little nap I think!"

I followed you a few seconds later, my towel wrapped loosely round my waist. I entered your bedroom, which had the drapes pulled to create a dimness to the room. This completely failed to obscure the sight that greeted me on your bed however; you were on your knees in the middle of the bed, magnificent breasts squashed into the sheets, your gorgeously erotic full, pale buttocks split by a perfectly circular pink dot.

Looking over your shoulder at me you winked, and said,

"I think it's time to take this out honey ......... do you want to do the honours?"

And next . . . .