A note: I am possibly the luckiest writer here on Literotica, because I was able to find an amazing editor! Starting with Chapter 10, she has been a great help, offering guidance and her suggestions have upped the quality of the story in a substantial way. She requested to not be identified, so I'm sorry, but I can't name her. But I will offer her my heartfelt thanks. She has made me a better writer. Honestly, N, I can't thank you enough!
Also, any reader comments are greatly appreciated, I read every one of them and take them to heart, good or bad. Feedback is a great teacher.
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Lennie Loves His Girls.
Earlier in the evening, Lennie and Cindy went out on a date. A regular, normal, honest-to-god date. Cindy was dressed to the nines in a slinky, body-hugging dress that showed off her incredible curves but still was just this side of sexy and not slutty. Her hair was down over her shoulders, but she had curled it a bit, and it looked as classy as it was feminine. She wore her complete set of diamonds, given to her by one of her rich clients. Her stunning necklace, fat with dazzling stones, her large stud earrings, her tennis bracelet, and even her rock-sized wedding ring--she wore the entire set. Nearly every man who saw her would stop talking mid-sentence and stare at this amazingly beautiful woman who graced their presence. Women stared as well, some to look at the fabulous female form and others to focus on the massive diamond display adorning her beautiful body.
It was more than her incredible beauty; it was how she walked, holding Lennie's arm while her hips swayed back and forth with every step, the curves of her ass announcing that she had arrived. It was how she carried herself, slightly tilting her head when she listened to her date, and the bright smile and dimples on her gorgeous face when she playfully laughed at Lennie's comments and jokes.
Lennie truly enjoyed showing off his girlfriend to the crowds at the upscale restaurant they attended, as well as on the dance floor they visited afterwards. All evening men would come up to ask her to dance, many trying to ignore the much older man she was seated next to. Cindy would shut them down with a comment about disrespecting her date. She did it in such a way that they would all slink off, embarrassed at their failed request. One younger man, probably in his mid-twenties, went up to ask Lennie for permission to dance with the beautiful woman. He looked at Cindy meaningfully and then back at the young man.
"Yes, go ahead. You may be the youngest one here, but you're the only one with any manners."
The young man grinned from ear to ear and held his hand out for Cindy. They walked together to the dance floor, and he was respectful, even when dancing closely with her when the second song was a slow one. Cindy didn't mind, as she leaned into his chest and gave him a long touch of her beautiful breasts. At the end of the slow dance, she leaned in and gave him a slow but controlled kiss as she rubbed up on him. Lennie noticed that he had a tent in his slacks as he brought her back to him and smiled.
When Lennie's 'Expedition' cleared the iron gate and he parked near the front door, he opened her door and said, beaming, "This was a fantastic evening, Cindy. It was a normal, regular date. You were the perfect partner tonight. I had so much fun showing you off and watching the men gawk at you. Thanks, babe." He gave her a long kiss before they walked into his house.
When they broke the kiss, Cindy was grinning from ear to ear. "Truth be known, I love showing off like that, being subtle, but at the same time, no doubts what I'm all about, you know, sexy and showing off for my man." She had a lot of fun, too.
They had gotten home, and clothes were lying from the front door, up the stairs, and to Lennie's bedroom. It was a hot night of passion. Lennie vaguely remembered Cindy getting up off the bed but fell back to sleep. Once, he thought he heard a conversation between Cindy and other women but shut his eyes again. He slept soundly on his back and his thick, fluffy pillow.
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Lennie felt a presence but didn't move. Flat on his back and on his comfortable pillow, slowly he woke from his morning sleep. He opened his eyes and gasped.
Looking up, just above his face, was a beautiful sight. He smelled it before he saw it, opening his eyes at first to prove to himself he wasn't dreaming. He was assessing the situation. To his left, an inch or so from his left ear, was an alabaster thigh of the female variety. To his right the same distance was the other alabaster thigh. In between was a glorious red-haired pussy staring back at him. He looked up above the pussy and saw two arms hanging on to the top of the headboard and some underboob, but couldn't see much else. Above him, about four inches away, was a flaming-red, wispy-haired pussy, directly above his nose.
Groggily, he mumbled, "What's your pussy doing four inches above my face, Fiona?"
"Oops," she said as she dropped her crotch down. "It was supposed to be an inch. Sorry." She moved her hips, and the beautiful pussy dropped closer, just enough that he could still breathe. Her scent was intoxicating.
"Fiona, what exactly are you doing?"
"Do you like what you see, Lennie?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Do you like what you smell, Lennie?"
"Uh, again, yeah?"
"Okay then." She stayed in her adjusted pose, staring at the headboard, her pussy solidly in position for Lennie to enjoy the view.
He stared at the wispy red-haired slit, her little flowery labia staring back at him. It was so beautiful, a work of art. It needed to be stared at and observed. After a long while, it wasn't enough. That perfect pussy needed to be explored. It needed to be investigated. The draw of the incredible pussy had to be sampled by his touch and by taste.
Lennie tapped one of her thighs, and she lowered her pussy down until she felt it touch his nose. She felt a warm wet tongue licking her labia, faintly at first, until he started applying pressure, going to her clit and back down to her lips. He picked up a hand and slowly started to finger her with one, then two fingers. She started to get wet and began to moan, grinding herself into his willing face.
"Faster Lennie! Harder! Use three fingers! Bang me! Bang me! Oh yeah, like that! Yes!
Yesss!"
Her tunnel started to show streaks of thick, white cream, his fingers getting sloppy as he increased the speed and pressure. Lennie could taste it and eagerly lapped it up. It only caused Fiona to cream harder and faster. The pussy, that tasted like no other female, was drenching Lennie's face with the potent, complex scent. To Lennie, it was heaven.
"What a way,"
he thought,
