After Rose, my next submissive was Mary, a dark-haired woman with deep brown eyes. Her face itself was not striking -- she had more of the woman next door look, but her body was quite curvaceous. Her breasts were large, with rather long nipples from nursing her only child, a daughter who had now grown up to being an obnoxious teenager. Breastfeeding caused Mary's tits to have a little sag, but they had a pleasing, soft, creamy texture when fondled. Mary's generous hips practically begged to be grabbed and held.
Divorced, Mary was a single parent now, and the aforementioned daughter's behavior had caused Mary to sign up with some online dating sites to try to have some fun in her life, and relieve stress. That's where I 'met' her. Sometimes the profiles and images on these places are complete misrepresentations, but Mary had been honest. Her picture was a current one, and she was aboveboard about her divorce, daughter, and stress. I found her straightforward explanation of her situation refreshing.
She apparently liked what she read on my profile, so we met over lunch -- a less charged situation than going out to dinner might entail. We quickly felt at ease with each other, with mutual interests in books and movies, and a similar sense of humor. Mary relaxed as we let our shared laughter over personal anecdotes light up our conversation. Seeing the changes in her moved me to speak about them.
"I have an observation I'd like to share, Mary," I said.
She raised one eyebrow, trying to look serious, but in reality, looking quite endearing. "Oh? What's that?" she asked.
"As we've been talking and laughing, I've noticed how it drains the tension and stress from your body, causing you to look even younger and more attractive than when we first met," I stated.
Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. "Thank you. Being with you makes all the difference. You make me laugh, and forget about my cares for a while."
We agreed to meet regularly, first at lunches, then at dinners. After a few dinners, Mary said, "You know, I've never seen your place." She had a twinkle in her eye as she stated this.
"Oh? You want to see it?" I asked.
"More than you can imagine," she replied, with something in her tone of voice that make my cock stiffen in my pants.
I'm no fool. I acted on the cues she was giving off. We immediately went to my home. We'd no sooner gotten the door closed behind us when Mary turned, moved into my arms, and kissed me with fervor. She kissed me hard, her arms around my neck, pressing her body firmly against mine. I felt her warm breasts pillow themselves against my chest. Placing my hands at her waist, I pulled her hips forward more, which molded her pelvis against my rapidly engorging manhood.
Mary gasped into my mouth as she felt my cock throbbing against her sex. Not wanting to break our kiss, she nodded, and her mouth opened so her tongue could seek mine. Her arms came off my neck, moving her hands to the top buttons of my shirt. My hands were busy pulling the bottom of her blouse free from the waistband of her skirt. Once it lifted, I moved my hands to the hot, smooth skin along the sides of her torso, sliding them upward under her blouse.
Mary broke off our kiss, not because she wanted to stop me -- because she wanted access to my lower shirt buttons. Since she'd moved our bodies a little apart to achieve this, I took advantage of this distance to slip my hands up to her breasts, resting my palms against those magnificent globes, still trapped in their bra. Her nipples surged forward, pressing through the thin material into the hollows of my hands.
Once Mary had all my buttons undone, she started opening those on her blouse. Her hands were shaking with need now, or maybe they were shaking because my thumbs were busy toying with her very prominent nipples, stroking across the material covering them. As her blouse opened all the way, she pushed its yoke away from her neck, and off the top of her shoulders. I could see that her bra had a front hook, so I flicked its catch open. Mary dropped her arms as the bra cups parted sideways, and both blouse and bra dropped to the floor.
I slid out of my shirt, baring my chest, which was only fair since Mary's chest was now bare also. We each ran our hands over the other person's smooth, hot skin, touching and caressing. It caught me by surprise when Mary's fingers began manipulating my nipples, making them tingle delightfully. I returned the favor, grasping her fully turgid nipples in my fingers. They were so large and long that I could use my thumb and first two fingers to trap and rub them softly -- amazing nipples. And sensitive. Mary began moaning with delight as I toyed with her tits.
"Suck them, please," she whispered hoarsely.
My mouth claimed first one, and then the other, tasting those nipples and their areolae. Mary's enticing scent filled my nostrils as I nursed at her chest. To my surprise, I could bring both nipples together at the center of her chest to get them both in my mouth at the same time. Mary grabbed my head with both her hands to hold me in place as she 'fed' me from both her tits simultaneously. I couldn't see anything other than the base of her throat, but I could sense the movements of her body, and she was apparently thrusting her hips forward and back as I suckled, as if she was already fucking herself on my cock.
She must've decided to make that a reality, because her hands lifted, signaling me to move my head up away from her breasts. As my face came level with hers, she planted a torrid kiss on my lips, and then started kissing her way down my neck, chest and abdomen. I looked down at her crown of dark hair as she knelt by my feet. She tilted her face up, giving me a smile heavy with lust, as her hands undid my belt, and opened my pants. Showing admirable restraint, considering her now frenzied state of mind, she lowered my pants carefully, and helped me step free, pulling off my shoes and socks at the same time.
My erection was now bulging inside my underpants, and Mary actually nuzzled it with her mouth and cheeks, causing a wet spot to form, right near its swollen head. As she nuzzled, her hands disappeared under her skirt, doing something I couldn't see. Moments later, the mini-mystery was solved when one hand emerged holding her panties. Grinning up impishly into my face, she pulled the waistband of my underwear forward, and stuffed her panties inside, right against my cock. Her dampness mingled with mine as she rubbed her wet panties on my dick.
Her left hand started pulling my underpants down, while her right wrapped her panties around my cock, pumping it. It felt so erotically nasty, with the feel of her juices on my cock and their smell perfuming the air around us, that my cock engorged more than it had done in a long time. I wanted to fuck this woman so hard that she'd scream with pleasure! By now, I'd stepped out of my underpants, which Mary tossed aside. Her hand freed of that task, she used it to unhook and unzip her skirt, so as she stood up, it fell to her feet. She stepped out of her shoes, leaving us both naked.
"From the state of this cock," Mary started, giving it a squeeze, "I assume you want to fuck me, as much as I want and need to be fucked. Which way is your bedroom?"
I pointed, momentarily at a loss for words. It's rare when a woman is so open and clear about her sexual desires. She unwrapped her panties from my dick, tossing them casually aside. Taking a firmer grip directly on my cock now, she led me in the direction I'd pointed, both of us stark naked. When we reached the bed, I quickly stripped down the covers, exposing its sheet.
"Which way do you want me?" she asked, a slight catch in her throat.
"Several ways," I practically growled, watching her pupils dilate as she heard this. "But I want you to start face up, because I want to be looking into your eyes, the first time you orgasm with me." I could tell by the look on her face that she'd caught onto the idea that I planned to give her more than one orgasm. She didn't exactly throw herself onto the bed, but she was definitely eager as she placed herself on her back and spread her legs.
I love a woman's taste. The taste of her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her stomach. And I really love the taste of her cunt. Needless to say, as Mary presented me with her dripping cunt, I got onto the bed face down -- with my face down between her thighs, and started eating her out. I dined on her labia. I dined on her honey pot, thrusting my tongue in as far as I could, sucking out her juices. She made more. I dined on her clit, enjoying its warm throbs with my lips.
Mary was moaning and groaning with joy as my mouth explored her sex. But then she gasped, and called out a warning. "If you want to be looking into my eyes the first time you give me an orgasm, you'd better stop doing that, and get up here -- quickly!"
Laughing joyfully internally, I slid up the bed until our hips were almost level. I felt Mary's hand grasp my dick again, and blindly, but skillfully, guide it into the hot, wet tunnel that my tongue had recently explored. It was like sliding into smooth, warm, velvety butter as my cock entered to its full length, and my balls nudged her labia. She was wide eyed, looking right into my eyes, and I could tell from her expression that she was close to cumming -- very close. Locking eyes with her, and letting her see my lust and affection for her, I began a slow thrusting movement, to let her get accustomed to the feel of me filling her.
The rate of her breathing accelerated to almost a shallow panting. The pulsing blood vessel in her neck revealed the acceleration of her heart as she raced toward orgasm. Her thighs pressed harder against my hips. Her pupils dilated so much that I felt like I was diving into their black depths as she cried out, "Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming! Please don't stop!" Those were the only intelligible sounds she made as she climaxed on my dick. Because I'd asked her to, she kept her eyes locked on mine the entire time, even though her lids struggled to slam shut to contain her ecstasy. As it was, they remained open, sharing that ecstasy with me.
After she'd recovered somewhat, she said, shakily, "Oh my god! Thank you! That was fantastic!" She took a couple of deep breaths. "Now I want to suck your cock, if that's OK." Again, clearly stating her desires. I was pleased. It looked like I'd not have to guess what she wanted in the bedroom.
"Very well," I replied, flopping onto my back beside her. "But while you suck, I want your cunt on my face." Giggling happily, she assumed the position, straddling my face, and practically swallowing my dick. Even though she ate me avidly, I had the advantage. She was still aroused, in her post-orgasmic state, so very soon after we'd begun, she lifted her mouth free from my cock.
"Ahhhh!" she cried. "Oh shit! Here I go again!" she practically screamed. Her orgasm flooded my mouth, and spilled onto my face. I drank and drank, loving it all. As she slowed, I speared my tongue up deep into her cunt, and flipped its tip rapidly against her inner wall. She shrieked and mashed her sex down on my face, convulsing in orgasm again. My arms went around her waist to keep her from thrashing too violently during this one.
