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She was a dream-come-true… Certainly, for me.I arrived late to my best buddy’s can’t-miss annual hedonistic Halloween party. I showed up as the Johnny Depp buccaneer from Pirates of the Caribbean, owing to several missed haircuts and a rebellious goatee. I hadn’t been with a woman since I graduated from university in the spring and my raging hormones had me hunting for a hookup.A swirl of long tousled red hair swiftly caught my eye. Straight out of the Little Mermaid, “Princess Ariel” carried a glass of spiked punch as she sauntered between groups of costumed partygoers with grace and warmth like a gentle tropical sea breeze at sunset. She radiated an infectious vitality irresistible to both genders, laughing and chatting, interested in everybody and everything.I stepped back into the shadows and followed her with my eyes for a few minutes. I decided she must be available because she seemed to be doing the speed-dating routine with each solo guy she encountered. Good news for me since her splendidly curvaceous figure – spotlighted by her snug aquamarine pencil skirt and purple seashells bikini top – already had my libido meter moving into the oversexed zone.Princess Ariel scanned the room probably looking for her Wicked Witch wingwoman when her eyes met mine, and she smiled. A man could lose himself in those brilliant pacific baby blues. My stomach tightened and my groin tingled. I grinned back with amorous intent, then screwed up enough courage to approach.The stereo soundscape switched to the sweet electric guitar chords of an Elvin Bishop Group bluesy pop ballad as the princess also moved toward me, making a show of giving me a long look. Down. Then up. Her breasts bounced enticingly with every step. She must have outgrown her bee-shells some time ago. I noticed… What can I say? I’m a hopeless boob man.“Being frank and earnest,” I said, smiling, tongue-in-cheek, “do you think we both belong in the same Disney fairy tale?”“Hmm, I’m not so certain, Captain Jack,” she said, her voice distinctively mellifluous and so damned sultry. “Does that mean you’re ‘Frank’ in Fantasyland but ‘Ernest’ in Adventureland … like every other flighty Peter Pan?”“Ah, not quite… I’m frankly earnest wherever we go for a ride…”She snickered at my wry reply. I figured that was a good sign.“But I don’t know you, sir. Why would I cum on a ride with you anywhere?”I laughed. “Well, in that case, princess, my friends call me Austen.”“I’m Bree.”Okay, yeah, her actual name was Brianna but – not wanting to be confused for French cheese – she spelled her nickname “Bree.” It had been more than three months since she broke up with her ex. Even longer for me. We’d been out together twice. The romance had progressed physically from some amazing first base to stealing some second base. She said dance class had bounced her around a lot in high school and college, so breast frolics didn’t do that much for her. Besides, after her awful last relationship, she wanted to go slow. I didn’t mind. We had enough chemistry that I knew something substantial was brewing.She was well worth the wait…Then I landed a once-in-a-lifetime job 3,000 miles across the country and had to leave right away. Of course, for her own career and family reasons, Bree wanted to live life on the East Coast and that was pretty much that. I packed up bursa escort bayan my car; I was ready to go. Our third date would be our bittersweet last.I took Bree to a nice restaurant for a movie date. Great conversation, fine wine, and fun attitudes; same sense of humor. Still that incredible chemistry. She wanted to put her mind-fuck boyfriend behind her, this time with a really good guy. She also confessed that when she first saw me at that party, she’d thought my smile lighted up the whole room. I explained how I’d lost my little brother a year ago and how that tragic death had led me to this fantastic new job. She got very quiet, paused for a long moment, and looked me in the eye with a sympathetic expression.My sad story clearly affected her.“After so much loss and death,” she said in a soft soothing tone, “you need lots of fun and life.” She reached out and gently placed her hand on top of mine, then dipped my forefinger into her rosé, and enthusiastically and expertly sucked the wine off my digit as though she were sucking my … well, you know. She told me she had a special going-away gift for me and that we should skip the movie.Now, I’m no super-muscled superhero by any stretch… Still sporting that goateed pirate look. Yet, believe me, absolutely no Mr. Macho Man could have flagged down that waiter and bum’s-rushed him faster than I did that night so I could pay the bill and leave.My near-desperate animation made Bree giggle… When we got back to her apartment, she immediately ordered me to close my eyes. She led me several paces into her apartment then told me to sit in a chair, but to keep my eyes shut tight. I complied, of course.I sensed a lot of rustling and scurrying about for a time. Suddenly I heard the soft slow opening chords of the golden oldie cock-rock ballad Fooled Around and Fell in Love, sung by haunting high-reaching crooner Mickey Thomas, the tune that had been playing when we first met at my friend’s Halloween party. “Open your eyes,” she told me at last.Bree stood before me the very vision of a heavenly angel bathed in starlight through her bedroom window in a see-through pink negligee, her light rose-colored nipples erect. Her eraser-tip stems poking proudly upward and outward, her clear blue eyes gleaming, her satiny red lips moist and formed into a lovely smile, and her comfy bed conspicuously a few feet away.I started to rise but she shooed me back down.“Aht-aht … ahh. Not yet,” she insisted, gracefully starting to move to the music. She leisurely opened her negligee, quickly twirling on her heels and whirling the designer garment through the air like a rhythmic ribbon dancer, letting it float to the floor. My eyes bulged from their sockets, straining to absorb the full erotic beauty of her feminine charms. I struggled to keep my gaze on her eyes, but GAWD DAMN … no hot-blooded hetero male could possibly.I now openly gawked at her astounding tits … God, I love tits! Buoyant. Jiggling. Succulent. Their size and shape inflamed me.I glanced at her entire body, too. Slowly up and down… Glowing skin everywhere. Taut and toned. Luscious boobs, full and firm, and swaying and rising with her every breath. I almost could not speak. She lifted both her breasts in her hands, görükle escort squeezing them softly, tweaking her nipples, and rolling them between her fingers, never once taking her eyes off my face. She waltzed forward in sync with the smooth melody, seeming to offer them to me, then slapped my hand away when I reached out. “NOT yet!” She giggled. Bree turned her back to me, gave me a coy look and a grin over her left shoulder, then SLO-O-O-W-WLY, rhythmically, lowered her pink thong, revealing the beguiling, white, toned cheeks of her beautiful behind with as much tease as any up-class gentleman’s club pro.I breathed in deeply and smelled the soft, floral waft of her perfume.Standing there now in her altogether, her movements still fluid with the music, she kneeled atop her bed on all fours, coyly looking over her shoulder at me again, and waggled her fanny at me as though inviting rear-entry doggy style.I let out a long breath through my nose and stood again, raring to go. “Aht!” she chided. “Hold your horses, cowboy.”Finally, she turned around, sat down on the bed before me, and opened her legs just a slight making, my eyes fight to see the twinkle of her glistening slit.“My farewell gift to you …” she said with a huge warm smile, “… is me. My body. To do with as you please until dawn. Whatever you want, I will do… Provided…”Then she paused, her beautiful face filled with resolve, but her eyes misty like the morning dew. She brushed aside a strand of red hair and, seemingly, peered straight into my core.“Provided?” I asked. “Provided you agree to stay. Don’t go West, young man.”“You know I can’t do that.” “If you don’t stay, then it’s not a good time.”I froze, staring her in the eyes for a long moment, almost unbelieving, before my mouth widened into a lusty grin.“In that case, princess,” I said, pulling off my shoes, “you’re getting ridden hard and put away wet.” “Does that mean you’re staying?” “No. And you didn’t mean that.” “But I just told you we can’t do anything tonight if you’re leaving… But you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”“Yep.” I stood up.“Don’t I get a say?”“Nope.” I unbuttoned my shirt. “Absolutely none.”“Then… I’ll just lie here like a dead fish.”“No, you’re going to be a really good girl for me.” I yanked up my shirt and tossed it off.“You mean, you expect things from me?” “Umhmm,” I purred, unbuckling my belt. My voice turned serious. “I’ve fancied you since the first moment I saw you.”“I know.” She smiled. I looked her in the eye again, and then down between her legs at her spectacular shaved pussy and swollen pink labia.“Please don’t look there,” she said, abruptly closing her legs, covering her lady parts with her hands. My brows pulled together quizzically. “Why not?” She looked away; I didn’t. “‘Cause…” She hesitated. Then, “The bikini wax went badly. I’ve never been bald down there.”“Too late now, princess,” I said, letting my pants fall… “You’re really beautiful, you know. And not just down there.”“You don’t have to say that just because –” “– I love your body,” I interrupted. She looked up at that. Bree always had trouble taking a compliment. She probably thought I’d said that a thousand times. I studied her expressive eyes. “I’m not kidding,” I said. “You’re perfection, Bree.” I dropped my jockeys and – FWUMP! – my pink-and-white circumcised serpent leapt free, flopping in the breeze like a springboard. “For Pete’s sake!” she said startled, staring at my cock, transfixed. Not that I possessed an anaconda down there. I was a little longer than average and maybe thicker, but from her reaction, you’d think I was brandishing the world’s biggest schlong. Chubbier and hungrier than her ex’s, I supposed. Maybe bigger balls or something. She unconsciously licked her lips. “You want to suck it, don’t you, princess?” I taunted. She nodded. She was instinctively drawn to my cock. Moth to the flame. Unable to stop herself… Nor was I.“Say it, princess!” I stepped toward her, my spear point directed toward her mouth. “Say you want to suck my cock!”“Please, Austen. May I suck your cock?” she said sweetly, her eyes big. “NO!” I swiped away her mouth. “Not until my dick has tasted your pussy… Now get your sweet ass up on that bed.”Bree instantly scooted back but I couldn’t wait another heartbeat. I just had to have her. I scooped her up in my arms. “If you’re gonna cock-tease, you gotta cock-please,” I said as I flung her onto her back, her legs splayed. After weeks of wet dreams, I was finally going to have my way with her! My mouth sought hers and she responded with a soft wet deep kiss that clung to me in moist rapture. My whole body lit up like Bastille Day in the south of France. My heightened desire for this woman coursed through me with an unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation. I mean, I could feel and hear my pulse pounding in my temples.I sucked on her earlobe and kneaded her billowing breast, rolling its erect nipple. Her breath sharpened. I immediately plunged down and, looking up at her blue eyes, I touched my tongue to her pink nipple and flicked it. She huffed. I softly sucked on the tip – just the tip – soaking it with my saliva. She puffed.“Ohhh… No one has done that before,” she said, squirming beneath me, her floral scent even more intoxicating.I licked my fingers before I now inhaled her whole nipple into my mouth, licked around the halo, and suckled the stem while I fondled her other nipple with my wetted fingers, slowly circling, gently pinching, and lightly pulling. She yelped loudly and hugged my head, goosebumps suddenly running down her body. “I’m going to give you what you so desperately deserve,” I whispered. “Oh, please, yes!” she gasped.I rolled above her and she opened her legs. I quickly aligned my cock with her pussy. My pulse pounded louder in my temples; my cock so rigid it needed no guidance from my fingers. I rested it on her vulva. I wanted her to anticipate its weight and warmth, and my desire. Bree shuttered. I slid my dick tip just inside her tight warmth, not bothering to ask permission, not asking about condoms. My glans gently nudged apart her labia. Owing to all that teasing, her pussy felt like a delicious juicy wet French kiss on my cock… Only better. Ohmigod, the sensation was total Nirvana. I growled inarticulately from the yearning I felt for her body.I reared up above her so that I could see her pale face and her red hair spilling over the pillow. I let my weight come upon her as my body pressed against the length of her. “Mmmph!” she sighed. Her eyes closed, savoring the sensation. I could feel her cunt stretch to accommodate my width. Her slick pussy walls parted for me at first, but then I detected a slight resistance until her cunny quickly contracted around my cock, latching delightfully onto me, holding me snugly within her velvety heaven. Her kitty gushed and her legs shook.
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