Christine lived in a small house on the outskirts of the town, overlooking the river. We went in. On the bus I had done some planning, time to retake the initiative I thought. "If you want to make love you'll have to strip naked first."
"What here, right now, in the living room?"
"If you're still interested, this very instant," I leered, but I did pull the curtains across. She, thought about it, winked and peeled off her blouse, turned her back to me, unfastened her bra then rotated slowly around with her arms above her head. Her breasts were fabulous, large and freckled with puckered red areolae and long erect teats, which were slightly darker. She stared into my eyes and flicked her nipples. I was transfixed.
"Like what you see?" When she dropped her skirt my eyes were riveted on her, she had stockings and suspenders on, but no panties. "A girl has to have some air," she husked.
"Now sit in the chair, legs over the arms and you can buy my clothes." I had figured that if she really was that randy a little teasing first would not go amiss.
"What?"
"You heard," I said, "my pullover costs a really long slow passionate kiss on the lips." She bought it. My shoes and socks cost her a comprehensive nibbling and sucking of her earlobes and neck; she considered this an excellent deal. She purchased my shirt and tie with her left nipple which was even more distended after a thorough sucking. Trousers cost her the right nipple, which I noted was the more sensitive of the pair.
"What's the price of underpants," she giggled.
"I get to lick and suck your fanny for as long as I like." I spread her pussy with my fingers and very gently licked her clitty. She writhed and gasped, her eyes glazed over and she began to pant. As her sighs and moans became louder I went more and more slowly, keeping her on the edge, but not pushing her over. Finally I had to stop or she would have come.
"Fuck me you bastard, fuck me," she pleaded.
"That's not very lady like, I get to lick and suck your fanny for as long as I like so you shall have to be punished for that." I slid a finger in and out of her sopping wet hole, really slowly, until again I had to stop. My finale was to lick the septum just below her vagina. It worked, her sex began to make little burps and squelching sounds all by itself dribbling copious amounts of white mucus. Now I established a rhythm, lick the septum, finger the fanny really slowly, lick her clit. Christine was practically delirious with lust. Finally, I relented, I knelt up and slid my, by now, aching member into her hot, wet hole. She came. When I slid it out she came again. With every thrust she cried out with passion and when her moans started to subside I began to suck her nipples. I have never known a woman to come quite so many times, Christine was the queen of the multiple orgasm, but eventually even she was sated. She was a mess, her hair was a birds nest, her body glistened with sweat, her stockings were laddered and her mascara had run, God alone knows how she was going to get the stain under her fanny off the chair.
"That was, that was... oh my God, but you didn't come. So now you can do me doggy over the coffee table and you can watch yourself shafting me, men like that." Christine got up and all but collapsed over the coffee table. She was right I could watch myself humping her, I could see my penis sliding in and out of her soaking wet sex and I lasted all of ten strokes before I came, and then spurted into her over and over again with almost violent thrusts of my pelvis. "We've still got nearly two hours, let's go up to bed."
There was no way that I could make love again for days. I was drained and Christine ought to have been, but she seemed keen to recover. "That was the best sex I ever had, you are such a tease: well that was the most intense sex I ever had, now let's do lovey-dovey, 'in bed' sex. Don't worry you'll soon be hard again, trust Auntie Christine.
We lay in her pink double bed. Her fantasy little girl's room; pink wall-paper, pink curtains, pink lampshades, lace trimmed pink bedspread, pink pillows, pink cushions, pink carpet, nothing was anything but pink, unless it hade white lace around it. Christine was pink, well except for her hair, green eyes, red nipples and red pubic bush. We kissed and cuddled, and then just for a change, cuddled and kissed. I was definitely coming round and Christine noticed, "if I suck your cock I'll bet you'll get hard again." As my cock was still covered in both my come and hers, I thought this unlikely, but that's what she did. She sucked on my rod and tickled my balls at the same time. My member soon stiffened so that I could mount her: the good old missionary position. It was a long slow screw but we both came, eventually. Afterwards Christine commented, "that was the second best I ever had."
I simply grunted, for me that second slow screw was the best ever. I had never come twice so quickly, before. I had fallen in lust. "Back to the real world" she said, "you have to go, I have to pick up the kids, would you like to make it nine-thirty, here on Tuesday evening?" Christine chortled, I had gained a third erection so she knew the answer.
