Bottle Blond Whore

One night thirty years ago when I was 18 -- a very lusty teenage 18 -- I headed down to the red light district one night after work (I had a job as a builder's labourer), cruised through the area for a while looking at the street walkers. It was pay day, I'd been out drinking with the guys, had money in my pocket and was feeling cocky and horny. I liked the look of a big busty blond standing outside a three storey apartment building. She had a tight green miniskirt, good legs in black fishnet stockings, the obligatory high heels. Her blond hair was piled high, face lightly made up, big cleavage barely contained by a white scoop-necked nylon top. The second time I drove by she waved and blew me a kiss. I returned the wave and parked round the corner. She was lighting a cigarette as I walked up. 'Hello handsome,' she said that blowing a feather of smoke upwards. Was older than I'd thought that maybe mid 30s, a few creases round her eyes and mouth. She put a hand on her hip and pushed her tits towards me. 'I guess you're looking for some fun.' I nodded and she smiled encouragingly. Then, in a low voice, 'It's $30 for oral, lover, or $50 for straight sex.' I nodded again and reached for my wallet. 'Not here. Wait till we're inside.' I followed her up some stairs, that big butt in the tight skirt swaying in front, and into a quite large single room apartment. She threw the keys onto the dresser and drew on her cigarette. I took out my wallet and counted out $50. She took it, fingers running over mine, then said that 'First time with a woman, lover?' 'Yes,' I fibbed. I was no virgin, but figured there might be some advantage to be had. 'Well, handsome,' she said thoughtfully. 'Make it another $20 and I'll show you an extra special time, given it's your first.' I gave her the money and she put it in a cupboard, at the same time taking out a can of beer. She popped the top, took a long swallow, and offered it to me. 'Here, honey, have some.' I took the can and while I drank she finished her cigarette and butted it out. Then she took the can back and finished it off. 'Tell me lover,' she said coyly. 'You like boobs?' She hefted her bust, making the nylon top stretch. I nodded dumbly. In a moment, she had the flimsy material over her head and draped over a chair. 'Come and feel them,' she cooed. They were indeed sizeable, with big pale aureoles and lumpy nubs. I gently cupped them and felt their weight, squeezing lightly. Then I brushed my thumbs over the nipples. 'You can do that a bit harder,' she said. 'I'm a big girl, you know.' I took her at her word and started to knead the big mounds, then pinch the nipples. 'That's the idea lover,' she cooed. Her nipples began to thicken a little. 'Yeah, that's what a woman likes.' I leant forward and began to kiss first one breast then the other, pushing my face right in the pillowy mounds. Then I sucked her nipples. 'Harder,' she said that hand on the back of my head. I felt them harden and then grated my teeth over first one then the other, making her hiss. I stood upright and she gave me a big smile. 'You sure learn fast,' she said then pulled at my shirt. 'Why don't you get your clothes off.' I took off my stained shirt and shorts, then unlaced my work boots. 'Mmmmm, I love the smell of a working man,' she said as I stood up naked. 'And I love the sight of hard young cock -- and you sure got a nice one,' she said admiringly. She took my straining dick in one hand and pumped it lightly. 'Maybe we can start with a bit of oral, huh, you like that?' 'Sure,' I replied. She sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to stand between her spread thighs. My cock was so hard she had to bend it down to get it in her mouth. She giggled then slowly engulfed more than half my dick. 'Oh god,' I murmured. Her eyes twinkled and she moved back and forth a couple of times, then sunk a bit lower. I grunted again, and hissed as I felt her tongue running about the underside. She now started a steady bobbing action, sucking the head a little each time. I watched the top of her head, noticing the dark roots coming, as she moved back and forth. I'd only had a blow job once before -- a girlfriend a few months earlier who had finally reluctantly agreed to do it on the back seat of my car. She had sucked my dick like she was bobbing for apples. A big breath, then twenty seconds of furious up and down, then up for air again. I hadn't given her any warning I was about to cum and she had spluttered and gagged and gotten real mad. No more action from that babe… But this blow job was an entirely different experience -- not least because the woman seemed to be enjoying it. It was everything I'd always hoped - the pressure of her lips, the warmth of her mouth, the action of her tongue. I was now gasping each time she pulled back and each time she plunged forward. She sucked my knob again then looked up. 'Like that handsome?' 'Christ, yeah!' 'Want more?' I nodded. 'OK,' she said and kissed my cock. 'Why don't you do my boobies this time.' She kissed my cock again as I got my hands around those heft dugs. 'And don't forget the nipples, will you?' she smiled before starting that amazing action on my dick again. This was absolute heaven -- roughly handling the big tits of a sexy woman, the nipples thickening as I squeezed and twisted them, watching my glistening cock slide between her red painted lips. After only a couple of minutes I could feel that I wouldn't last much longer and, nice though it was, I really wanted to fuck this buxom tart. 'Uh,' I said hesitantly. 'Can we have sex now, please?' She gave one more slow deep suck that made my balls tighten, and nursed a moment on my knob, letting go with a smack of her lips. 'Mmmm, lover, you've got nice hands.' She put hers over mine as I held her tits and squeezed them. 'I should keep you round just to do my boobies.' Then she was all business. 'Tell you what, lover. Seeing how it's your first time and all, for another $10 I'm willing to let you do it without a rubber.' She saw I was hesitating. 'Believe me, you'll really like it.' She fluttered her eyelids and ran her tongue over her lips. I reached for my wallet and gave her the money. She went to the cupboard to stash it and took out a fresh beer. 'Wanna help me out of this skirt?' she asked that popping the top. I walked behind her and unzipped it then, as she giggled, wriggled it over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She offered me the can and I took a swig. Then I helped her out of the flimsy white panties. 'We'll leave the stockings on, don't you think?' she said coyly then took another drink, set down the can and led me over to the bed. She lay back on the bed and took a little tube from the bedside table. Squeezing out a couple of drops, she spread her legs and dabbed it between the splayed labia. I looked with interest at the pink flaps and the trimmed dark curls. 'OK lover,' she said patting the bed. I knelt on the mattress and she grasped my cock as I shuffled forward. 'That's it,' she whispered as I slid effortlessly inside her warm centre and rested my weight on her cushiony body. 'Mmmmm, nice,' she added that her beery breath in my face. Her legs went over the back of my thighs and she started pushing her pelvis back. I could feel the muscles in her vagina clamping. I pushed up on my elbows and began to fuck her. 'That's it,' she encouraged, 'Nice and long.' Her hands went on my buttocks to help with the thrusting and I told her I liked it. She smiled, dug in her fingers and pulled me hard against her. 'It's a nice bum, honey,' she said and squeezed it again. 'And it's nice to have a strong young cock.' I felt her vagina clasp again. We fucked for a couple of minutes, the only noise our slapping pelvises and the odd grunt. 'You wanna suck my titties again?' she asked that eyes sparkling. 'Yeah!' I said a little breathlessly. Those substantial breasts were now pressed against my chest, wobbling like jellies. I propped a little higher and bent my face down. I sucked one nipple till it hardened, then the other. 'Hmmmm, more!' she whispered in my ear and as I complied, she started bucking back harder at my thrusting cock. It was all too much and, even though we'd been going maybe only three or four minutes, I felt the jizz rising. She felt it too and pushed me back. As my dick came free of her pussy, she grabbed it at the base and expertly wanked. I grunted as I came, watching her direct my spurting cock downwards so the semen pooled on her belly. 'Ooohh, lover, what a lot of cream!' she said that a couple of ruddy spots high on her cheeks. 'Guess you've been saving it up for me, huh.' She reached for a tissue box and wiped her skin dry. She chucked the tissues on the floor and smiled up at me. 'You wanna pass me that beer, handsome.' I got off the bed and walked to the dresser. 'My, my,' she said admiringly as I came back. 'You're still hard.' She took the can from me and sipped, then passed me the beer. 'Tell you what,' she said after a thoughtful pause, still looking at my cock swaying high. 'Seeing as it's your first time and all, I'll give you a freebie if you want.' 'Wow!' I replied eagerly. 'That would be fantastic!' She took the beer back and drained the can. 'Can we do it from behind this time?' I asked. 'Sure lover,' she agreed with a lazy smile. She got to her knees and held onto the iron rail at the top of the bed head. Her back was arched nicely, the pale skin lightly freckled across the shoulders. She stuck her bum back and wiggled it. It sure was a nice backside -- generous round moons with no slack. 'Come on handsome,' she cooed over her shoulder, eyes hooded. 'Get up behind me.' She didn't have to ask twice and in a flash I was kneeling behind that shapely butt, hands cupping the heavy breasts as my cock went back up her. 'Yessssss,' she sighed, sinking her weight back so my cock went all the way to the root. Then we were fucking, harder and faster this time. I started squeezing her nipples as I pistonned my hips, taking her grunts as encouragement. After a couple of minutes I let her dugs loose and leaned back, watching as my cock slid between those splayed buns. I could see the full length of her crack and the little purple anus pulled slightly elongated each time I thrust home. It was surrounded by damp wispy dark hairs and glistened a little with either sweat or our juices. I slid my thumb down her crack and pressed against the starfish. She looked back over her shoulder, flicking a strand of hair from front of her eyes. 'That's not part of the deal,' she said sharply, though her eyes were humorous. The rosy spots on her cheeks were larger and brighter and she was breathing heavily. 'I'm just touching,' I said that and returned her big smile. 'It looks so sexy.' 'Well,' she relented. 'Touching is OK, I guess. But that's all.' I amused myself for a moment, rubbing that sweaty pucker as she rocked on my cock, then I leant forward again, grabbed those tits and humped away. We were fucking pretty hard and she was pushing back to meet each thrust, both of us grunting and panting. Having already cum once, I lasted longer this time, but not by much. Again she managed to disengage just before I came, strong fingers reaching back and guiding my cock, the semen this time splashing onto her lower back, mixing with the sheen of sweat that had formed there. 'Oooohhhhh, nice, lover!' she panted, looking back over her shoulder as she squeezed my dick, milking the last couple of drops. As we dressed, she told me she was at the flat most afternoons and evenings and to come around anytime. Although I've paid for sex a number of times since that night 30 years ago, that busty bottle blond is the encounter that I remember most.

Loving Her

I slid the key into the lock of Joanne's front door, twisting it and pushing gently. I knew that Keith and their daughter were on their way to her grandmother's and that he would not be returning until late the following afternoon. The door swung open, silently, revealing the darkened hallway. All of the lights downstairs were switched off and the rooms were still and silent. Closing the door carefully, I took the few paces to the bottom of the stairs and began to climb, placing my feet carefully on the treads. On the landing a thin sliver of light shone from beneath Joanne's bedroom door. The door opened to the gentle pressure of my fingertips and I could see her, wearing a long robe of ivory coloured silk, sprawled across her bed, reading. Her long hair fanned across her back and shoulders, catching the soft light from the bedside lamp and seeming to glow with its own light. Joanne felt the slight breeze from the opening of the door and lifted her head, smiling as she saw me and rising onto her hands and knees. Swinging her legs around, she stood up and almost flung herself into my arms, her hands sliding around my waist as she hugged me to her. I could feel the points of her nipples pressing against my chest through her robe and my thin cotton shirt. She lifted her head and offered her mouth for me to kiss. Her moist lips opened and my tongue slid into her mouth, like a snake sliding into its lair. She pursed her lips around my tongue and sucked gently on it, drawing it into her warm sweet mouth.I drew her closer, pressing her against my body and feeling her full breasts and rounded belly as we hugged tenderly. Joanne turned her head and rested her face against my chest, listening to the thunder of my heart. I held her for what seemed to be an eternity between heartbeats, as she caught her breath.“I've missed you,” she murmured, “I haven't been able to get you out of my mind.”“I've missed you too,” I replied, “everything reminds me of you.”Easing back, she slipped her hands between us and began to pluck my shirt buttons undone, one by one. She pushed the thin cotton aside, so that she could run her cool fingers through the dusting of hair over my chest. My breath caught in my throat as her caress ignited sparks of desire that ripped through my body to set a fire in my belly. I groaned quietly and was rewarded by the feel of her lips against my chest, curving into a smile. Her hands slid lower, until her fingers were tugging at my belt, unfastening it and opening the fly of my pants. She slid her fingers inside and over the bulge of my stiffening cock. Even through my briefs, I could feel the cool caress of her fingers as she traced the outline of my erection. “Mmmmm,” she whispered, “is that for me?”“Darling, I'm all yours, every bit of me.” I assured her.“Good. 'Cos I'm so horny.” she giggled.I moved my hands around to the opening of her robe, sliding them inside to rest on the curve of her belly, a little rounder now it was filled with the baby we had made. She was still slender breasted, though her nipples were more sensitive and her breasts fuller than they had been only two months ago. My hands slid over her smooth skin, caressing her beneath the material of her robe and moving gradually higher, until I was cupping the swell of her bosom, her nipples trapped between my fingers. She moaned, quietly, as I pulled gently on the hard buds with the tips of my fingers, drawing them out, so that they stretched from the tender aureoles. Joanne moaned in my ear and slid her hands inside my briefs, cradling my balls and circling the head with her finger and thumb. I turned towards her and kissed her mouth, sliding my tongue between her teeth as she slowly ran her fingers along the shaft of my cock. Easing my briefs over the head of my cock and down to my ankles, she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and slowly drew the foreskin back, using the tip of one finger to smear my pre-cum over the head. As she felt the shaved skin of my sac, she pulled away and looked down at my swollen cock.“You've shaved your balls,” she giggled, “Oh god! It makes your cock look huge.”“You shave your pussy,” I replied, “so I thought you might like me all smooth down there. And it's you're fault that I'm this big.”I untied the belt of her robe and pushed the slick material over her shoulders, so that it slid down her arms to the floor. The edge caught on her hard nipples, the material sliding over her breasts like exotic oil, making her moan in the back of her throat. The robe fell to the floor and she was naked, in my arms. I pulled her closer to me, feeling the points of her nipples against my chest and the head of my cock pressing against the smooth skin of her belly.“God,” she breathed, “I'm so fucking horny.”“Is it al right.” I asked.“To fuck?” she interrupted, “Yes, I need fucking so badly. It's your fault.”“Mine?” I asked that with one eyebrow tilted.“Yes, I've been this horny since you got me pregnant. I can't help thinking about us together.” she replied.Joanne lowered herself to the edge of her bed, sliding her hands onto my waist, so that she was sitting in front of me, my cock pointing straight at her face. Looking up, she smiled wickedly and took the base of my cock in her hand, curling her slender, elegant fingers around the shaft, just behind the swollen head. She pursed her lips and blew gently on the glistening, purple glans, then leaned forward and sighing, slipped the plum-coloured flesh between her moist lips. Her mouth was hot and wet as she slid my cock over her tongue and closed her lips behind the head, trapping me inside. Slowly, Joanne wound her tongue around the shaft and over the head of my cock, lapping away the droplets of pre-cum that oozed from the eye. I could see her rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out as she sucked me to the back of her tongue and still sucking slid her mouth back along to the head of my cock. Her hands circled the base of my cock and cradled my shaven sac, massaging my heavy balls. She sighed contentedly, the low hum muffled by the head of my cock, as she worked me in and out of her mouth. She sucked noisily on my cock, then slipped it out of her mouth, so that she could plant a row of fiery kisses along the length. I groaned quietly, as she slid her mouth over my balls, taking each into her mouth and sucking it gently, massaging it with her tongue. My cock was hot and throbbed as she ran her hand back and forth along the shaft, pulling the foreskin back over the swollen head and capturing the sensitive tip in her fingers. She opened her mouth again and slipped my cock inside, moving her mouth slowly along my length, taking me deeper into her mouth. I could feel her breath on the skin around the base of my cock as she snorted through her nose. I watched her head moving slowly on my cock as she sucked me further into her mouth until I could tell that she had the tip of my cock right at the back of her tongue. I felt a ripple in her mouth as she swallowed and, with a loud gulp, she took the head of my cock right into her throat. I could feel her breath on my balls as she snorted through her nose, getting used to the feel of my cock in the back of her throat. She swallowed again and again, making her throat ripple against the head of my cock, caressing it with every gulp. Joanne slid her mouth along my cock, keeping her lips firmly sealed around the shaft until the head slipped out with a loud plop. A thin string of spittle trailed back to her lips as she laid back, pulling me closer so that I stood between her spread thighs. Kneeling at the bedside I ran my fingers along the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs, feeling the muscles trembling beneath my exploring fingertips, like a thousand trapped butterflies. Joanne lifted her feet onto the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs and I kissed the skin along the inside, feeling the tremor of her nerves beneath the skin. The tendons at the top of her thighs were taut and she whimpered as I kissed them, my tongue flickering against the taut skin. I moved my mouth closer and closer to her pussy, teasing her with thousands of tiny butterfly kisses. I caught the light citrus smell of her perfume and a musky tang from her damp pussy.Joanne reached down and threaded her fingers into my hair, pulling my face closer to the tender lips of her pussy. I could see that they were damp with pearls of her sweet-tasting nectar glistening like pearls along the length of them. I touched her smooth pussy with the tips of my fingers and very slowly opened the soft petals of her labia. I could feel the slickness of her juices, oozing from her opening to moisten my fingers. I leaned further forward and touched the tip of my tongue to her tender pussy, running it along the edge of her lips to the tiny hood that sheltered her erect clit. Joanne cried out, a cross between a gasp and a stifled scream, and a flood of sweet liquid gushed from her pussy. She pressed her hands against the back of my head, drawing me closer, until the tip of my tongue flicked across the hard nub of her erect clit. Her scream, this time, was full throated and her body convulsed against the bed. As she bucked, she pressed my mouth harder against the sloppy wetness of her pussy, trying to force her clit between my lips. It was hard and swollen, like a tiny red pearl and, pursing my lips, I sucked gently, drawing it into my mouth. Joanne stiffened, as though an electric current had shot through her body and she arched off the bed, all of her muscles locking as she strained to contain the sensations that ripped through her. With an explosive gasp, she collapsed onto the bed, her legs collapsing as she moaned wordlessly in the back of her throat. She thrust her hips weakly upwards as I suckled on the sensitive gem of her clit feeling it, still hard, between my lips. Slippery juices flowed from between her lips and coated her thighs and her buttocks with a film of glistening nectar.I lifted my head and kissed the bald mound of her shaven pussy, letting my lips roam freely over the damp skin. Joanne moaned incoherently, her tone pleading me to stop the torment, as I teased her gently and she thrashed her head against the bed, her hair whipping from side to side. Gradually, I moved my mouth higher and higher, swirling my tongue into the moist pit of her navel and planting rows of kisses across her belly. Inch by inch, I kissed trails over her belly to the gentle swell of her taut breasts. I could see her swollen nipples, plump and juicy as fresh summer berried, standing proudly erect. Her chest heaved as she panted for air between her whimpers of frustrated need and the points of her nipples quivered and grew bigger and harder with each kiss. I lifted myself onto my arms and slowly lowered my lips to her nipple, taking it gently between my lips and then pressing down and catching it, very gently, between my teeth. The lash of my tongue against her tender nipple made her stiffen as though my tongue were electric and she arched her body beneath mine, pressing her belly against me as she clutched the back of my head and tried to force her nipple deeper into my mouth. I sucked harder, feeling her nipple filling my mouth and lashing the tip with my tongue. I opened my mouth and released the hard, pink, bud, Joanne rewarding me with a sob as I moved my mouth to her other nipple and sucked hard upon it. Her whole body bucked against me and the room was filled with the scent of her hot sweaty pussy as I sucked gently, at first, then harder, until her nipple was purple and swollen with excitement.“Oh God!” Joanne whimpered, “Darling, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”“Are your ready to be fucked, Jo?” I teased.“Oh God! Yes, I want you to fuck me, I need your cock in my cunt.” she begged.I moved to cover her body with mine and guided my cock between the lips of her pussy. The tip of my cock slid between the tender lips as though I was sliding it into oiled silk. I could feel the heat and bubbling juices surrounding my cock as I sank easily into her pussy. Gently, as slowly as I could, I pressed my cock into her pussy but, as soon as she felt the head settle inside her passage, Joanne bucked upwards, engulfing my cock in her dripping pussy. She was incredibly tight, but so wet and ready that my cock stretched her easily and I filled her pussy with my cock in a single stroke.She scissored her legs around my waist and pulled me as deep inside her as she could. I felt our skin sticking together as I pressed against her mound and I groaned softly in her ear. We kissed passionately, tongues thrust in and out of each other's mouths, as I began to move inside her. The rustle of bedclothes mingled with wet sloppy sounds as I drove my cock into her pussy. She thrust her hips upwards and dragged her nails along my bag, urging me to thrust hard and deep. She grunted into my ear with every thrust.“God yess!” she hissed, “Take me, fuck me hard.”I could tell that slow gentle love-making was for later, the morning perhaps. Now Joanne wanted me to fuck her, to possess her, and make her cum hard and loud. I thrust faster and faster, stabbing my cock deep into her pussy until our bellies slapped together. I could not hold back and as I felt the cum bubbling long the length of my shaft, she flung herself against me. My cock jerked inside her, starting to pump cum along my cock as her pussy tightened and gripped me in a rippling embrace. She screamed and bit into the muscle of my shoulder as her pussy went into uncontrollable spasms, her whole body tightening and my cock began to spray thick sperm against the opening of her womb. Cum gushed over my cock and ran in a sticky stream between her legs to make a gelid pool beneath her ass. I could feel her pulling me deeper and milking my cock with her pussy until my balls were emptied inside her and my sac hung limp and empty. Slowly we cooled down, or breathless pants became sighs of pleasure as we lay together, my half-hard cock still lodged in her pussy. Gently I slipped out of her and took her into my arms, wrapping her in my embrace. Pulling the covers over us, not caring whether we were along or across the bed, we embraced and kissed. Sleepily, Joanne looked into my eyes.“Go to sleep, darling,” I coaxed, “I'll be here when you wake, and I love you.”“Good,” she whispered, “I love you too.”

Best Friend's Wife

In some people's opinion, I would be something of a rat. I mean, seducing your best friend's wife is hardly the sort of moral, upstanding behaviour that you would commend to your children and making love with her while her daughter, my goddaughter, slept in the next room is almost certainly guaranteed to ruin a long-standing friendship.I never really meant to seduce Joanne. I admit that I fancied her so much that it would drive me crazy at times, but she was my best friend's wife. We flirted and joked how things could be different but, for a long time nothing more came of it.One evening, everything changed. Joanne and Keith were supposed to be going out to dinner. I had been pressed into service as babysitter for my goddaughter, Christine. I arrived early, to give them time to change, and spend some quality time with my rather beautiful goddaughter, who was just learning to walk, at the time. Joanne opened the door and led the way into the lounge, but there was no sign of Keith. I assumed that he was upstairs and would be down when he was ready. Picking Christine up from the floor, I lifted her high in the air and was rewarded with her usual bubbly giggle.Joanne sat on the sofa and watched me playing with Christine, for a few moments.“I'm sorry, Peter, but we've ruined your evening for nothing.” Joanne apologised.“What's wrong?” I asked that concerned.Joanne said nothing, for a moment, just sat on the sofa with tears running slowly down her face to lane, wetly, on the shiny silk of her robe. I went over and, putting Christine on the floor, sat on the sofa next to her. I slid an arm around her shoulders and held her as sobs wracked her body. I tried desperately hard not to think of the way her slender body felt through the thin material, or the way she smelt as she leaned against me. Gradually, she calmed down a little and straightened up, dabbing at her tear filled eyes.“I'm sorry, it's silly of me. Keith and I have had a huge row and he's gone out, I don't know where, but he won't be back tonight.” Joanne apologised, “He always does this if we row.”“Do you want to tell me what it's about?” I asked.“It's stupid really, I said that he took me for granted and didn't help enough with Christine. I have to look after her and the house as well as my job, he comes home from work and does nothing to help. He told me that he hadn't wanted a child yet and I'd ambushed him to get what I want. Then he stormed out, like every other time we fall out.”“Tell you what, let's put Christine to bed and then I'll keep you company.” I suggested.I carried Christine up the stairs, changed her into her night clothes and brushed her teeth and then sat on the end of her bed to tell her a bed-time story. Watching her eyelids droop, I realised that she was exhausted by her Mom and Dad's fight as well. I pulled the covers around her chin, gently kissed her forehead and slipped silently out of the room.Joanne had brewed a pot of tea and was curled up in the corner of the sofa, her hands curled around her big, earthenware mug. A matching mug was gently steaming on the corner of the fireplace and I picked it up and sat in the armchair opposite, trying not to notice the way her robe accentuated the curve of her hips and her firm, breasts. She had curled her long, elegant legs beneath her and was sat, like a cat, curled gracefully. The shimmer of the robe seemed to be caught in her eyes, bright but no longer tearful. She sipped her tea and looked at me, over the rim of her mug. Her greeny-blue eyes seemed to deepen in colour, until I could imagine that I was looking into the depths of a Mediterranean sea.“I couldn't imagine anyone taking you for granted.” I told her, sincerely.“I wish you could convince Keith that he does.” she sighed.I looked straight into her eyes and, suddenly, nothing else mattered. I stood up and took the three steps that crossed the gap between us, then leaned down. She tilted her head to me and parted her lips. Our mouths touched and I felt her tongue brush against mine, tip to tip. There was a jolt, a spark, whatever you would call it and I felt as though someone had punched the air out of my lungs. I have no idea how long it was before we remembered to breathe, but it seemed as though the whole world had stopped between heartbeats.I sat beside her on the sofa and reached inside her robe, expecting to feel bare skin beneath. Instead, my fingertips brushed against a silk corset, trimmed with lace and cut so that her breasts were pushed inwards and upwards to create a deep valley between her breasts. I ran my hands along her sides, over the tightly laced bodice and cupped her breasts, feeling the hardened points of her nipples pressing against my palms, through the silk cups of the corset. I leaned over to whisper into her ear.“Did you start fighting while you were getting ready?” I murmured, a little puzzled.“No, these are for you.” Joanne whispered back.I pulled on the sash holding her robe closed and pushed the material off her shoulders and down her bare arms. Underneath the robe, she was wearing a dark blue satin corset, tightly laced and fastened by a row of tiny hooks and eyes at the front. Suspenders attached to the bottom of the corset were fastened to black silk stockings. I ran my eyes down her body, noticing that she had not bothered with panties and I could see her neatly trimmed pubes as a dark smudge between her thighs. Her dark auburn hair tumbled around her shoulders and her eyes glowed like green jade.She looked into my eyes and seemed to read my thoughts. Leaning forward, she kissed me slowly, flicking the tip of her tongue against my lips and running her hands through my hair. I slid my arms around her narrow waist and opened my lips, pressing my tongue into her mouth for her to suck on. Reaching up, I started to unfasten the front of her corset, one pair of hooks and eyes at a time, working my way slowly downwards. Unfastening the suspenders, I spread the silk panels wide, like unwrapping a delicate birthday present.The cool milky skin of her sides and belly was marked with scarlet lines, where the stays of the corset had pressed against her body. Her small, pert, breasts flattened a little and her nipples sprang to attention, swelling like ripe berries. I cupped her breasts in my hands, capturing the points of her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them slowly and gently, feeling her nipples harden further. She pulled my shirt tails from the waist of my pants and plucked the buttons undone, one by one. I could feel the cool caress of her fingers against my skin and I growled in my throat as I felt my cock jerk inside my boxers. I squeezed a little harder, drawing a soft groan from her throat into my mouth.Breaking our kiss for a moment, I nuzzled the base of her neck, tasting the sweat of her excitement as she began to undo my pants, flattening her hand against the bulge in the front of the cloth. Easing the zipper open, she slid her fingers inside, curling them around the shaft of my cock. Slowly she dragged her fingernails along the line of my stiffening erection, pressing just hard enough to feel it twitch and jerk under her caress. I moved my lips lower, onto the gentle curve of her breast, moving my lips closer and closer to her nipple. She arched her back, lifting her breasts nearer to my mouth but I held back from plunging my mouth onto it, teasing her with gentle kisses around the dark circle at the base. Suddenly, sh hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and drew them down, past the head of my cock, along the shaft and over my swollen balls. My cock sprang free, jutting out, and pointed towards her pussy.Joanne pushed me away, almost tripping me with my boxers still around my ankles. Sliding off the sofa, she twirled me around and pushed, so that I fell onto the cushions. Swivelling around, she knelt in front of me and, grinning wickedly, took hold of the base of my cock, circling it with her fingers. Slowly, she began kissing the inside of my thighs, working her way closer and closer to my aching cock. Her hand was busy too, sliding the skin up and down, revealing the swollen, purple head and then covering it again. I could feel the clear pre-cum bubbling out of the eye and oiling the head of my cock, as she caressed me and licked and sucked closer and closer.I could feel the tickle of her breath on my cock as she poked her tongue out and rant the tip of it over the end of my cock, lapping away at the slippery pre-cum that she had spreads all over my swollen knob. Moving closer, she looked up at me and then opened her mouth wide and pushed her hair away from her face. I watched as she slid the head of my cock between her lips and into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the head, swirling it all over my throbbing cock until I thought I would cum right then. She sensed my cock swelling in her mouth, ready to spurt thick slimy cum into her throat, and bit at the head, gently, to calm it. Then she pushed her head further down onto my cock, until it filled her mouth. I clenched my hands into fists, fighting against the urge to grasp her head and force it down onto my cock. She moved her hand away from the base of my cock and bobbed her head up and down a couple of times and then pushed my cock right to the back of her throat. I heard her gagging a little as the tip of my cock slid over her tongue but she did not pull back, but swallowed, taking my cock deep into her throat.Joanne swallowed again and again, the muscles in her throat rippling caressingly against my throbbing cock and starting the familiar ache, deep in my balls that meant I had to cum. I tried to croak out a warning to her, so that she could pull back, but I could not find the strength and she did not seem to be listening anyway. She carried on bobbing her had up and down on my erect cock until I could do nothing to hold back the hot spurting cum. I felt my cock spasm in her mouth and throat, pumping jet after jet of thick sticky cum into her throat and mouth until she dribbled some of my load down my cock and over my balls.Sliding my cock out of her mouth, she whispered, huskily, “I've wanted to do that for a very long time. I've watched you looking at me and I wanted to tell you that I'd do anything you want.”I slid off the edge of the sofa to sit next to her and turned her to face me. Stroking her hair away from her face, I leaned closer and kissed her mouth, tasting my own cum on her lips She sucked my tongue as greedily as she had done my cock and I felt my balls tighten a little as the blood pounded back into my shaft. I so wanted to fuck this beautiful, sensuous young woman, but first I was going to return her favour.Pushing her to the carpet I began to kiss her breasts, moving around her nipples, taking one, then the other, between my lips and licking at the tips. Joanne trembled as she felt the caress of my tongue against her skin. Releasing her nipple I kissed lower on her breast making tiny trails of damp kisses over her firm belly and down toward the neatly trimmed thatch of hair that concealed her pussy. I could smell the tang of her juices as my lips edged closer and closer to the opening of her fragrant passage. The neat thatch of her curls glistened wetly, where her pussy juice had seeped from between the lips. Running my fingers along the inside of her thigh, I pressed gently, spreading them and opening her pussy.Lowering my head, I blew gently across her pussy, as I used my fingertips to spread the lips to expose her bubbling pink vagina. Her clit was hard and erect, glistening with the juice that had already bubbled out of her and matted the silky pubes. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the tight opening and lapped gently, moving my tongue along the length of her tender lips, almost to her clit, which was peeping out from its protecting hood. Then I stiffened my tongue and slowly ran it back along Joanne's now dripping slit, down between her buttocks and flicked the tip against her asshole. She groaned and bit the heel of her hand, so that she did not cry out loud as she trembled, her whole body shaking. I paused and then took her clit between my lips, holding it there while I lashed the tip of my tongue over and around the sensitive nub. Sweet fluid gushed over her thighs, moistening the tops of her stockings and trickling between the cheeks of her ass. She bucked against my mouth and I reached between her thighs with my finger. I pushed it slowly into her pussy turning it a little from side to side, feeling her gripping it as I gently stretched her. She whimpered when I slid my finger out of her but sighed contentedly when I pushed two fingers slowly back inside. A last flick of my tongue against the tip of her clit had her cumming over my fingers and shrieking, heedless of whoever might hear.I released her as she lay, panting, her chest heaving and her nipples bright red and swollen, and lay beside her on the floor, murmuring into her ear;“I've wanted to do that with you for a very, very long time.”“And what else have you wanted to do? For a very, very long time?”“Make love with you, feel you in my arms with me inside you.”“Mmmm, that sounds wonderful.”I pushed, gently, so that Joanne laid back on the floor and grabbed a cushion from the sofa to slip behind her head. She rested her feet on the floor, her knees bent and let her legs fall open to offer her sweet pussy. I knelt over her, my newly aroused cock pointing between the lips of her pussy and grasped the base. Slowly, I rubbed the head of my cock along her juicy lips, covering it with a shiny layer of her pussy juices. Joanne moaned, deep inside her throat as the tip of my cock brushed against her hard, erect clit. I could see her nipples swelling like ripe berries and she stroked her breast, pinching her nipples, squeezing them until I thought they would burst. “Darling,” she begged, breathlessly, “Don't tease, take me now I need you so badly.”I leaned forward and my cock slid easily into the silky wetness of her pussy, stretching her very slowly as I filled her tight passage. She sighed as she felt the tight curls of my pubes tangling with hers. I saw a tear in her eye as I pressed my cock as far into her pussy as I could, savouring the tight grip of her pussy, as I thrust slowly into her. Slipping my hands behind her thighs, I lifted Joanne's legs and draped her calves over my shoulders, lifting her hips so that I could drive my cock a little deeper into her pussy. She gasped when she felt the tip of my cock pressed against the opening to her womb. A momentary flash of panic crossed her eyes but she relaxed as she realised that she had already taken my entire length. Her tender pussy gripped my cock like oiled silk as I began to thrust and withdraw, settling into a long, slow rhythm. Every few thrusts, I shortened my stroke, making sure that my cock brushed firmly against her clit, and then followed it with a deep, pounding, stroke, right to the mouth of her womb. She shivered all over, every time I followed the shallow strokes with a hard, deeper one, crying out as she felt my cock penetrating the depths of her pussy. The air was filled with the scent of our juices as they seeped around my cock to trickle between the cheeks of Joanne's beautiful ass. Joanne slid her arms around my neck and pulled me closer so that she could kiss me. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, matching the rhythm of my cock in her pussy. I showered tiny kisses on her eyelids and down her neck, bending to take her nipples into my mouth and suck on them until she moaned. Joanne thrashed her head from side to side, her hair fanning like spray across the floor.“Oh fuck!” Joanne screamed, as the grip of her pussy tightened, “Peter, I'm coming OH Goddd!!”“Joanne, come for me, I want to come inside you, I want to fill your cunt.” I groaned“Yes, Yess, Oh YESSS!”I stopped thrusting and held still, while my jerking cock sprayed my sperm into her womb. I could feel my cock pumping more strongly than it had ever done before as I emptied my balls deep inside her pussy. I held her tight, as i felt the last spurts of cum jetting from my cock, kissing her deeply, my tongue sliding into her mouth. I eased her legs down slowly, keeping my softening cock deep inside her. Gradually, it slipped out, leaving a thin trail of cum from her pussy to the inside of her thigh. I held her close, feeling the dampness of her tears on my shoulder, as she sobbed quietly. Eventually we both dressed, Joanne pulling panties and jeans over her sticky pussy and hiding her breasts and still erect nipples in a sweatshirt. Keith stayed out all night and, when we were sure that neither he nor Christine would suddenly appear to disturb us, I took Joanne up to her own bed.That was the first time, but it certainly has not been the last. There was, however, one unexpected result of our passion. Christine now has a baby brother, Jonathon Peter, who is just the right age to have, possibly, been conceived on that first night.