Life Of Paul Pdx Ch 07

All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.

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December 1999

"Almost there," I told Maryanne as I slowly made my move. "Just relax."

"It's feels so god damn big; how did it ever fit in there," she said, agitated more than a little.

"Just a little more," I said, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"Just do it," she demanded. "Make it quick and I'll deal with the pain later."

"Alright," I said, taking a breath myself.

"Ow, FUCK," she yelped at the sensation.

In one swift motion, I'd quickly pulled on the tightly held tweezers, moving out and away from her eye. The culprit, a feather from my down pillows, came away cleanly and intact.

"Oh my fucking god," Maryanne yelled in relief. "You have got to get some new pillows."

She rubbed her eye roughly, trying to get the gunk out and feeling back into her blue-grey orb.

We'd been having sex and, at her insistence, giving anal another try. She had been practicing with a dildo at home, and things were going well; she was in doggy position, I had inserted about a third of my generous length into her tight, lubed up ass. Her head was buried in a pillow so her cries were muffled but audible, and I had just started to get a rhythm going when she screamed in sudden pain and jumped off of me. Which resulted in her screaming again, but in a different kind of pain.

After ten minutes though, the crisis was over. She could see clearly, no pain was present, and she was still wanting to continue our session.

"OK," she said, settling back into missionary position, pulling her knees back towards her shoulders to allow me to enter. "Until you get new pillows, you're just going to have to face me when you fuck my ass."

With Maryanne in this particular position, waiting with her legs spread open, her pussy and ass just mine for the taking, I couldn't help but appreciate such an exquisite beauty such as she presented.

"Well," I said, settling between her spread open legs. I gave my cock a stroke and played the head along her ass, pleased to see that the lube was still wet. "It will be nice to see your face when I push in, that's for sure."

I started to apply pressure to her hole, working the head of my cock into her ass gently. It popped in and we both had a moment our breath caught in our throats.

"Oh, damn," she said, looking down at the action. "It looks impossible to fit in there. But its so hot to think how good it'll feel when you work it in all the way."

She looked back at me with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety. "How does it look?"

"Fucking spectacular," I said as I pushed in further.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she called out, squeezing her eyes shut as I impaled her deeper. Maryann started rubbing her pussy with one hand, putting pressure on her clit with her palm and working her fingers around her entrance. Her other hand had a light-pink nipple of her C-cup breasts in an absolute death grip. The nipple in question was turning purple as she pinched it. Even with this assault, her nipples were, for lack of a better word, perfect. Shape, color, size, placement, they were wonderful to look at and even better to lick and nibble on.

I withdrew and pushed in again, going even deeper. Her ass was incredibly tight and difficult to push into. We'd only done anal very rarely, but Maryanne was determined to take it all today. She said she'd been working with a dildo in the shower, trying to train herself to take something as large as my cock. She'd made progress, but that still didn't make it easy for her as I pumped my long, thick cock into her ass.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was in an O shape. I was going slowly but that didn't mean she liked it.

"How're you holding up?" I asked.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me.

"I'm going to cum so god damn hard I might explode," she said breathily, her pussy-rubbing hand moving even faster.

"Push that bus-sized meat into me all the way. I want to take it all."

I withdrew most of the way. I reached over and applied a large dab of lube at the point of our joining. I worked it in a little to make it as easy going as possible for her. She nodded her ascent and I pushed slowly into her. I didn't stop until I had bottomed out inside her gloriously tight and hot ass.

"Oh fuck me," I said as I thrust into her, "that is phenomenal". I let her get use to the size for a few moments, but I could see that she was building up to a pretty solid orgasm. Her eyes were still on me, but her mouth was back into the O shape, breathing quickly.

She nodded again and I began pumping into her ass at a slow pace. Her hand was still moving quickly over her pussy, her other hand switching to the other nipple to squeeze.

"Faster," she said in a near whisper. I increased the pace, which increased the sensation. As I watched her masturbate while I fucked her ass, the sight of it all got my orgasm built up faster than I expected.

"Holy shit, I'm going to cum soon," I said after only a couple minutes. I started pumping into her faster, but still trying not to hurt her.

"Do it," she commanded through gritted teeth. She stopped her rubbing and used her fingers to spread open her flushed, beautiful pink pussy.

"Fire off in my ass. But pull out and spray me. I want to masturbate with your cum."

"Oh, shit, you are so fucking hot," I said as I started to slam into her with lust and need. I had only gotten a dozen or so more strokes in before I felt the dam break.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" I called as I felt the first spasm hit. Maryanne screamed pleasure and pain as I pushed into her hard, firing off a jet of cum deep inside her ass. After the second powerful shot, as requested, I pulled out and tried my best to aim the rest of my cum at her pussy. She moaned as I pulled out of her, partly in discomfort, but mostly in longing.

I shot a rope that went clear past her crotch and landed on her face. She reflexively opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, just in time to catch most of the next rope across her lips and tongue and cheek. I aimed more down, but not before a shot went up to her chest, catching the hand still pinching a nipple.

As I finished pumping out the rest of my orgasm, the fingers on her pussy started rubbing the cum around her vulva. She pushed some fingers into herself, running circles with her hand. It didn't take long for her to finish.

"Oh, fuck Paul, fuck, I'm cumming from your cum. OHHhhhhhhhhh FUUUUUUUCK," she called as her orgasm hit her. She absolutely shrieked as I slid my cock back into her ass. Her body gyrated with the shock of it, here eyes flying open at this new intrusion. Her breasts jostled and her hips thrust upwards; her moans were loud and long. She was shaking uncontrollably from the painful ecstasy of a quality orgasm. The feel of her was near painful from how tight she was, with the spasms of her orgasm clamping down on my sensitive member.

As I felt the last drops of my orgasm escape and fill her poor abused asshole, her orgasm was subsiding. I withdrew fully and collapsed backwards, landing breathless on my back.

I could hear Maryanne moan softly as she came down, her hands moving more towards fondling her breasts instead of trying to twist her own nipples off. After a few minutes, she sat up, her hands propping her up. She looked at me with an expression of bliss mixed with... I'm not sure what. But it looked like she was high on something.

"That was amazing," she said in a somewhat dreamy voice. "It was a little painful, but such intense pleasure too, so it was a plus overall. And your thrusting so deep in me... and then back into me, I couldn't even... shit, I'm still shaking from it all."

She laid back with a contented sigh. We took a quick cat nap, maybe fifteen minutes before I felt her slender hand stroking my stomach.

"Hey," she said, kissing my cheek. "Let's get a shower. I am absolutely filthy."

"You are certainly a glorious mess," I said, kissing her in return.

"I suppose that's better than a hot mess," she said, rolling off the bed. As she walked into the bathroom, her pert ass swaying from side to side, I couldn't help but stare hungrily at her form. We'd just finished having some hot, intense sex, but she looked like lust itself given form. Desire rose up in me, however it didn't quite restore my ability. I thought perhaps a shower with said walking sex icon may help with that.

Long story short, it did indeed, however there wasn't time.

"I gotta go get ready for a flight," she said after our shower, while searching around for her panties. Finding them, she got dressed and gave me a hug and a kiss.

"Believe me, I'd love to, but my ass needs a rest," she said.

"You are more than your ass, you know," I responded.

She laughed and kissed me again. "I know, but that needs a rest too. Sex with you is... intense. Amazing, yes, but if I don't pace myself I'm liable to break something."

"That's fair," I said, trying not to sound too egotistical when she said I was intense. I dressed and walked her downstairs.

"Oh, I just remembered; Alina is done with her internship and will be back in town in a few weeks. So expect a call from her."

Maryanne moved to me and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed goodbye, our tongues playing over each others. When we broke, she put her mouth to my ear.

"And you should definitely pick up the phone when she calls. She's more than capable of handling... intense." She nibbled my ear, opened the door, and fled.

As I stood dumbfounded in my entryway, the phone rang.

'Geez', I thought, 'that was quick'.

It was, instead, Eva calling.

"Hey," she said brightly over the phone. "I wanted to make sure that you can make our Sunday appointment."

I could almost hear the smile of her wide, full lips over the phone.

"Of course," I replied. "I know things have been crazy lately but it's mostly settled now. So we can resume our... meetings."

"Good," she said. "See you Sunday then. And," she said in a lowered voice, "make sure to wear something...easy. I'll do the same. No sense in wasting time with buttons or zippers or underwear."

She hung up the phone. It was two days until Sunday but I couldn't wait to see Eva again. I was left wondering, once again, what I did in this or some previous life to get this lucky.

Deciding not to tempt fate, I started cleaning my house in preparation for Eva's visit.

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Sunday dawned but it was not as bright as it could have been. Actually, with winter in Portland in full swing, the forecast called for grey skies and rain. Which is exactly what was happening.

However, I found a great solution in the form of my basement space littered with several dozen bags of fine sand, a couple heat lamps, a daylight lamp, a kiddie pool filled with warm water, and some other accessories to make it feel like a day at the beach. I laid down a bunch of tarps before I spread out the sand since I didn't want to ruin the freshly finished space.

Once I was done laying everything out, complete with two beach chairs, a cooler of drinks, and two stereos (one playing music, the other with a CD of ocean waves on repeat), you'd swear you were on a sunny beach. I'd even found a potted palm tree to add to the mix, though it was only two feet tall.

Silly? Perhaps. But I was missing my old stomping ground and this was a nice way to cope.

In preparation for Eva that afternoon, I'd left a note on the door to come on in. I'd been working on the 'beach' all day and finished shortly before she arrived at about 5pm. I was blissfully enjoying my pseudo beach when I heard the basement door open and close.

"Hello?" she called down.

"Come on in," I called back. "The water's fine."

She came down stairs and started to laugh. "What is all this?" she said between outburst.

"I wanted to go to the beach," I said simply. I pulled down my sunglasses, just enough to look at her over them. "What? You've never been to the beach?"

"I have," she said, removing her shoes and walking across the sand towards me. "Although most people wear swimsuits to the beach."

She made a point of looking me up and down, staring at my semi-erect member before returning to her gaze to my face.

"I wanted to go to a nude beach," I said, pushing my sunglasses back onto my face. "You said to wear something easy, and 'nothing' is as easy as it gets. You're welcome to leave if you like, but rules are rules; no clothes on this beach, babe."

Laughing again, she deftly undid her jacket, revealing a very simple maxi-dress underneath. Turning away from me, she bent over at the waist, grabbed the hem, and slowly started to pull it up.

She took her sweet time with it, but the more she pulled up, the harder my dick got. Once past her ass, I could see that she decided to go commando. Pulling the dress up more, Eva also decided a bra was not needed, the sides of her breasts visible even from behind. Tossing her coat and dress aside, she turned back around to face me.

She was beautiful as ever. Although she had decided to shave off the small triangle patch of hair just above her clit, leaving her pussy smooth.

Once again, she stared at my cock, licking her lips as she did so.

"Far be it from me to break the beach rules," she said, stepping in front of me. I spread my legs apart automatically. My erection at this point was pointing nearly straight up, pulsing slightly with my heartbeat. The mini-show that Eva gave me was effective, to say the least.

"And since we're so big on rules today..."

Slowly she sank down to her knees and rested on her haunches, her hands in her lap. My folding chair was of a normal height so her firm C-cup breasts were tantalizing close to my thick, hard cock. If only she were to move a little close, her dark brown nipples could graze it.

"It is Sunday after all. And, as a good Catholic girl," she said, running her hands up my thighs, "I should be on my knees."

Evas roving hands played over my legs and stomach. It tickled, but the longing for her to touch other things overrode that sensation. Her hands went up to stroke my chest and shoulders. The motion allowed her breasts to graze my member ever so slightly. A drop of precum escaped and streaked her breast. Her face got very close to mine, the amused expression causing me to breathe a little faster. Her hands, finally, moved to my throbbing member, stroking it lightly with her fingertips.

"Tell me how much you want me," she said in a near whisper.

"I want you so fucking bad," I said in near panic. "I want your lips all over me. Your body against me. Right now. I want to feel you so badly it's almost painful."

She kissed me hard, our tongues briefly battling.

"Then use me like the dirty little catholic slut I am," she said in that same near whisper.

I roughly grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face down onto my cock. She obediently took me into her mouth, only going down a few inches at first, but more as I forced her head up and down my shaft.

"Suck my cock like a good little catholic slut," I ordered. Letting go of her head, she stated stroking me on her own, using both of her hands in time with her head bobs. Her full, hot lips were like heaven as she worked my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. She took a break now and again to spit on it, lubing it up, before plunging back down. She sucked and licked at a brisk and steady pace for at least ten minutes before I felt the dam about to burst.

"Oh, fuck Eva, that's gonna make me cum soon," I warned her. I, of course, didn't want her to slow down, let alone stop. So I was very thankful when she did neither. She sat back slightly, our eyes locking as her mouth was wrapped around my girth. The sight of her stretched out lips and passionate eyes did a lot to get me ready.

"Fuck, yes, Eva, I'm right there. Oh, FUCK!" I called out.

"Stand up," she said. I did so, Eva fully sat on her heels. Without breaking eye contact, she stroked my cock quickly and firmly, massaging my balls with one hand.

"Oh fuck yes!," she panted. "Give it to me. Empty these big, full balls into my mouth. Please, I can't wait any longer. I need that hot, tasty load between my lips. Just completely drain them into my slutty little mouth."

"Oh fuck, Eva, YEEEEES!" I shouted as my orgasm hit me.

Eva didn't stop stroking as my cock started hosing her down. The first shot wasn't as powerful as normal, but it was thick. Thicker than I'd ever shot. It leapt out and landed on her forehead and nose, with no small amount landing on her stuck out tongue. Eva, smiling even with her mouth wide open, aimed my spasming member all over her face, at her mouth, and down at her chest. Each stroke brought out another thick rope, coating her face and chest. The needful sounds she made as she drained me were erotic, and kept me cumming far longer than I thought would be possible.

After what felt like forever, and the world dimmed back down to normal levels, I could see the mess I'd made of Eva. Her face was covered, both eyes glued shut with cum. Her mouth and tongue were similar coated, which she swallowed audibly. Many cum streams ran down her neck and breasts, with a particularly large one ending up all the way down her stomach, sliding over her now smooth vulva and clit.

I collapsed back down into the chair, spent from the effort of the amazing blowjob Eva gave me. Still sitting on her haunches, she scraped the cum out of her eyes and into her mouth. It took a couple of swipes before she was able to see again. She made a show of licking her fingers clean before swallowing that down as well.

"Holy...fuck..." she said, looking down at her incredible figure at the mess I'd made. "That, I think, was the biggest cum shot you've ever given me. Like you were blasting me with yogurt."

"I told you before," I said, still breathing hard, "I cum as much as I'm turned on. And I think, perhaps, that is the biggest cum I've had... ever."

Eva started stroking her breasts, lightly rubbing the cum into her nipples. She looked at me with a little cock to her head, her smile more of a smirk and still utterly glorious.

"You mean this naked, slutty little catholic girl made your big, hard cock squirt all the sticky cum? Because I'm pretty?"

"Because you're pretty," I confirmed. She laughed lightly at my comment, giving her nipples a final pinch.

"You know," she said, getting up only to sit down in the other chair. Her breasts swayed as she did so, a hypnotic sight as always. She wiped off her face with a towel but didn't bother to clean off the rest of the cum that was still covering her body. It was quite raunchy display, and I loved how she looked. "I'm really quite flattered. I mean, you have a real gift for sex. Like a prodigy for making women happy."

"Thanks," I said, blushing. Since I was still naked, more of me than normal was turning beat red.

"So when I can produce those kinds of results in a virile young man... well, it goes a long way to boosting the ego of a middle aged woman."

"You're an amazing, beautiful woman," I said, "no matter what age."

The wine glass she'd poured herself was nearly touching her lips as I said this. The smile she had was wider and brighter than any I'd seen so far today.

"That," she said, looking at me side eyed, "just earned you a fantasy night. You pick your desire, and I'll do my best to fulfill it. Be it costumes, toys, or perhaps... company? You name it."