Smoke Signals
The smoke from her cigarette seemed to take forever to reach the ceiling. Standing behind her chair, hungrily sniffing her hair, I knew what was going to happen when that cigarette would have been put out. I was going to be the center of her attention. I knew all the conversation was over because we had known each other a long time. Yet somehow, deep emotions would inevitably always creep in when her cooch pressed against me.
In a common understanding, she is not very pretty. But she is feminine from head to toe. A well-rounded and proportioned face, with the cutest ears you could ever imagine, lobes that beg eternal kisses. A small mouth with the most versatile tongue I have ever encountered, standing in contrast with that wide and level forehead, preceded by a medium-length black hair.
The small, round and even breasts fit in wonderfully with the bland tummy, which is much more appealing due to perfect imperfections. The short, slim legs are saved by the smooth texture of her skin, and feet that are adorned with the most delicate little fingers. Her thighs are ever inviting, with the space around and between them being my resting place of choice.
Assorted Embraces
As I kissed her hair, she slowly took my left hand putting it around her waist, whispering that we should find our way to the bedroom. I followed her, remarking that a petite turquoise top and insignificant panties was all that separated me from her nakedness. I undid my belt and unbuttoned my shirt on the short walk. I brushed my lips against her eye-brows. She took hold of the situation and pushed me onto the bed.
With no words uttered, she took off my jeans revealing the fact that the tip of my cock was abandoning the waistband of my boxers. She let out a giggle of surprise while getting rid of her top. The terrifying thought of cumming right then and there seized me, however, she shyly covered her breasts as if she were a schoolgirl exposing them for the first time, momentarily calming my lust. Freeing myself from the constraints of the shirt, her panties were the only clothing item left in the world.
She made her way into my arms, engaging in a violent embrace as I was seeking her left breast with my right hand, the pillows with my left, and her mouth with mine. My left thumb was by now my only free appendage, and, with some effort, I managed to slide down the panties. I can recall now the instant sequence of embraces - her and me, us and the pillows, the bed embracing everything and everyone.
L'Adoration
Her time to lead was over. I sat on the bed leaning against the pillows and parted my legs. I positioned her with her back to me between my legs, beginning to fondle her all over, while gently moving my tongue across her back, from one shoulder to another. She was grabbing my calves with both hands, I was rapidly groping from her tits to her belly-button, while my hour-long hard, thick member was pressed against her spine.
The breaths were accelerating, and I realized that only a tempo reduction would be the key to an unforgettable session. I began slowly massaging her tummy, spelling "c-a-l-m" while chewing on her left earlobe, and she immediately kept her hands to herself. After this symphonic session of heavy petting, I muttered a ridiculous question. "Are you wet?" Chuckles of "come and see!" made me fix my palm on the pristine lawn between her thighs.
There are rare, blessed times when you are able to see and feel below the surface. This was one of those times. Covering her entire hole with my hand for several dozens of seconds, I could actually experience the blood flowing like a torrent. Seeing that I was enjoying the idle pace, she took my hand and started rubbing. "Touch my clit ... GENTLY!" she sighed. And I complied immediately, in the only way I know how: terrified that I wouldn't hurt her. But by then it was almost impossible.
I parted those heavenly lips with my fingers. Now I am not what you would call an adventurous guy. Yet, having some kind of history with the girl, I knew that there are few things she refuses. In goes the index finger, for the first time in her cunt. I was amazed by the pressure. My dick hadn't been subjected to that kind of pressure before. With me exploring the Promised Land, she sought behind her my titanic erection. It was time for the main course.
All About Eve
A happy pussy is a drenched pussy. I laid her on her back and again parted lips, this time with my tongue. The first moan made me want to tease her. I repeatedly licked all over both thighs, until she squirmed for my tongue to open her slit again. I licked long from the opening of her asshole up until the belly. She then demanded my prick inside her mouth, and naturally I couldn't refuse.
I knelt right above her burgeoning bosom and looked down. For the first time in my life, I was satisfied with the size of my cock, knowing full well that the minuscule mouth could not even swallow the whole head. I thought it was as thick as a baby's arm. She gradually turned her head towards it, and my expectations were confirmed. There was no more space in her mouth for anything other than her tongue and the head of my member. But this girl is always full of surprises!