A gasp escaped from Sara and her arms grabbed around Ron. She moved against him as he suckled at her tiny breasts, the flesh of her body straining against his. Her face brushed hard on his cheeks, the tiny pinpricks of his beard nubs against the tender sensitive skin of her face.
"Ohhh, Ron," she moaned. She licked on his ear, tracing the outline of it with her tongue.
He pulled his pants and briefs down at the same time.
As she gazed at his seven-inch long dick, she exclaimed, "Ron, it's curved!" Delight shone from her eyes as they met his, then looked back at his member.
"Like a banana," he added, gently tugging on it.
Sara giggled. "Yeah, that's just what it looks like. Ron's banana."
"Do you like bananas?" he asked.
"I like this one." She put her fingers on the root, right where it met the balls, and brought her hand slowly up to its head. Waves of delight rolled up her naked flesh as she gently, slowly, felt this guy's prick. Her heart sped up pleasantly and her mouth watered.
"Uh, Ron, do you have a . . .?" her voice trailed off.
He nodded and reached for his pants, then pulled a condom out. "It's mint flavored," he said. "I couldn't find one that tastes like a banana."
She giggled appreciatively.
As he rolled the rubber down his dick, Sara felt her pussy moisten. She opened her mouth like a fish trying to swallow as much ocean as it could. Then she went down on his erect prick.
Ron closed his eyes and felt her mouth cover it. His hips ground gently as she went up and down sucking. Even the air around them seemed to tingle. She went up and down, up and down, up and down and all the time she sucked hard, like she was trying to suck his cum out of his balls, like she wanted to drain the fluid, wanted it, wanted him. The throbbing in his cock surged through his whole body but he held back. He wanted this to last.
Sara's mouth went to his balls. She took one in her mouth, then the other, then the two together. Her tongue licked delicately along the wrinkles. A laugh of sheer joy escaped from Ron's lips as he lay back, eyes half-closed in a world with no words, only the purest most perfect sensations.
Her hands moved around his hips and he lifted them up so she could squeeze on his ass cheeks. "Ohhhhhh," he moaned. Her mouth went back to his engorged cock. Up and down, up and down, up and down she sucked mightily kindling flames throughout his flesh. Finally he knew he was almost there. "Suck, yeah!" he told her, a hand feeling her soft chestnut-colored hair and he shuddered from head to toe with an orgasm so strong it seemed like it could just about fling his soul right out of his flesh.
"Ahhhh, thank you, Sara," he said as she tossed the rubber into the little trash can beside the desk. Then she lay down by his side, his arm around her. Their eyes met and she kissed him on the lips, a close-mouthed kiss.
His hand went leisurely to her pussy: it was dripping and furnace hot. He pulled his fingers up and she licked her own juice off them. It made a cute slurping noise and they both laughed.
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Ron and Sara saw each other a few times after that. Sara did not usually cum during their encounters but she often did while alone and thinking about them. She had always been self-conscious and this guy desired her so much, was so horny for her, that remembering it made her have to masturbate.
Eventually the school year was about to end. Ron happened upon her while on the way to lunch. She was siting at a bench, wearing a baby pink blouse and a skirt with a dark background and floral pattern. She had no stockings on, only thongs.
"Are you coming back next year?" Ron asked. He didn't have to say he was hoping she would.
She shook her head. Again he thought of how attractive her rich brown hair was and how soft it felt when he ran his fingers through it. "No, I'm graduating."
"Oh."
Pressing her lips together, she looked up at the clear sky, then back at Ron. "Me and Troy are going to be married in a few months. After I graduate."
"That's good," Ron said, meaning it. "Good luck to both of you." There was an awkward pause. "I'll miss you," he said. He looked down at her legs: they were slim and shapely. She was such an attractive, sexy woman. It was too bad she was so self-conscious about being flat chested.
The next year he did miss her. He had no deep feelings for her and it occurred to him that if he heard she died, it would be no sadder than the death of a stranger. He just didn't know her that well. It wasn't too long before he stopped missing her. He moved on to other women, some whom he truly cared for. But he never forgot Sara Newlin. When the thought of her passed through his mind, he felt an arousal so acute it was almost pain. For years afterward, the memory of her exclaiming, "It's curved!" and then sucking so hard like she was trying to vacuum out his cum, taking his balls in her mouth and licking so hungrily, grabbing his ass cheeks and pulling, never failed to make his prick stiffen and pulsate.
One day Sara was in her home and at loose ends. It was a day off from work but her husband was at his job. She and Troy had no kids. It wasn't close to when she needed to start dinner. As she often did when she had nothing else to do, she took out a notebook and pen. She began just doodling, then started writing a short story. Pretty soon she saw that it was going in the direction of erotica as her stories often did. The main male character was a young man with a dick curved like a banana. Suddenly she put the paper and pen aside. She would write more later but right now she had to put her fingers on her pussy.
