Chapter 10

When I look back, I notice that I always seemed to be getting into, and I do mean getting into, certain types of women or sexual experiences. There were older women, then threesomes, then encounters while traveling.

Then, like Samantha, there were blondes. And there was one more of those before I made that my type for keeps..

I was at a football game with some buddies, when I noticed her sitting in the next row down. She had feathery blonde hair, a pretty face, and a curvy body in a black sweater, blue jeans, and brown boots. It was a mid-season game, sunny but chilly, and I noticed that she was shivering.

So, not being shy, I introduced myself and offered her my jacket.

"I'm Marcy," she said, turning and smiling, laying her arm on the seat back. The way her full breasts stuck out and her firm ass shifted made my pulse rate climb. "Thanks."

I draped my team jacket over her shoulders. Then I noticed that the seat next to hers was empty. Certainly not being shy, I asked if I could join her.

"Sure," the thirty-ish blonde replied. So, as my buddies gave me the thumbs-up sign, I found myself with a date for the afternoon.

I put my arm around Marcy, and we talked, hitting it off real well. After the game, we walked out of the stadium together. Our team had lost, but I knew that I'd won!

"Want to stop at a bar, or grab some food?" I asked her.

"No," she replied, with a not-too-mysterious smile. "Let's skip that part."

"Wow!" I grinned. Then we found our cars in the parking lot, and drove to her place. I cursed the traffic every step of the way.

Once inside her door, we were on each other like gangbusters. I did stand back for a moment, feasting my eyes on her full, jutting breasts in the black sweater, her trim waist and curvy hips in the jeans, and even the sexy cleft between her luscious thighs. But then it was a race to get naked.

Quickly, we were down to my shorts and her black thong panties. I was holding her big breasts in my hands, nuzzling them and tickling the pink nipples to hardness with my tongue. Her fine tits didn't sag at all, pointing straight outward in a way that would drive any man wild. I just had to kneel down to get a view from below. And when I did, I found my face right next to her humid snatch.

So I peeled off her panties, having to gasp when I saw her moist blonde fur and her wet pink seam. Her pussy was just as fine as her breasts, not to mention the rest of her sexy body! I didn't mean to objectify her; instead, I meant to praise her. And I wanted to make her happy, which I proceeded to do.

Separating her labia with my tongue, I began licking her joy button. At the same time, I ran my hands over her smooth round buns and her curvy thighs.

"Oh. Oh, yeah!" Marcy sighed in response. She quivered with passion, and her fingers clutched my hair.

I kept on eating her, and she grew hotter and hotter. Then I tore my mouth away, stood up, and stripped off my shorts. If I'd gasped when I first saw her pussy, she did so now at the sight of my super-erect, pointing rod!

After I'd made myself safe, she knelt down, smiled dreamily up at me, and put her pretty red lips on my sensitive cock tip. Soon she took more and more, arching her neck and bobbing her blonde head. Before I came, though, I helped her up and we headed for the bed.

We started with her on top, and boy, did she know how to ride! Her strong thighs hugged me, and I held her trim waist as she lowered her hot, dripping vagina onto my throbbing, vertical dong.

She was wonderfully tight inside, a real dream. Putting her hands on my chest, she started riding in long strokes, exciting my whole pulsating length. Her large, firm, hard-nippled breasts jogged in a way that drove me mad, while her smooth and springy ass felt wonderful when it met my straining thighs.

"Ooo. Ooo. Oh, yes!" Marcy squealed, tossing her blonde hair. Her mouth was open, her eyes were closed in passion, and her whole naked body was squirming, simply charged with sex. "Yes!"

Again, though, I urged her off me before either of us came. Having her get on her hands and knees on the bed, I moved around to put it to her pussy from behind. While she waved her ass in the air, inviting me and waiting for my meat, I paused to get a better look at her fine, wide-open quim. It was absolutely tantalizing, with its soft yellow fur and tender pink folds, not to mention the opening that had already given me so much pleasure. With a thrill, I watched closely as I pushed my rod back in.

Then I was thrusting once more, in hot, urgent strokes, while she lunged back at me in rhythm. Her tight sleeve felt like it had been custom-made for my long, slippery tool. As I fucked, I rubbed her smooth white ass; I held her trim waist; I stroked her velvety back; I reached underneath and hefted her shaking breasts. Her every curvy contour looked and felt fantastic as she writhed sinuously, balling to her heart's content!

That was when I had an idea; or maybe she'd already invited it. There was a bottle of scented oil on the bedside table, and I used it. Pouring a generous amount on her back, I rubbed it all over her. Now her female flesh was slick and shiny, like that of the older redhead I'd once fucked with oil. She looked even better if that was possible, she felt even better than that, and she herself was even more turned on! She looked like a blonde sex goddess, her mind on hold, and conscious only of my big dick moving in her.

Marcy and I got wilder and wilder. We moved into other positions and slid around on each other, there in her apartment after the football game. If we'd met at an athletic event, then this was active, athletic sex at its best. And if she'd been chilly then, she was sure hot now! We were both lusty sports fans, and this was the best sport of all.

Then Marcy came, lunging her pussy at me so hard that I thought it would swallow my cock. Her whole body went stiff as shudders of ecstasy ran through her and a rush of warm juice flowed out of her hole. My cock was awash with it as I kept plunging. She reached down and stroked her clit, heightening her orgasm, her fingers also exciting my sliding dong. I gripped her tits and ass, helping her cum until she was done.

That took me over the top as well. I felt a major orgasm start at my cockhead, then run back my shaft, then down my legs and up my spine. My head throbbed, and my fingers and toes curled as it lasted for a good long time. Then I began to pump and shoot. I pulled my dick out of Marcy and whipped off my rubber so that she could watch me spurt. She did, with hungry, sex-drunk blue eyes.

"Touchdown!" I couldn't resist shouting, as I shot strand after urgent white strand of jism. "Score!" And, laughing at how good it had been for both of us, we collapsed into each other's arms.

But we were still covered with the oil, so we soon got up and showered together. And that led to an encore performance!

I was standing under the warm spray, lathering Marcy's large, jutting breasts, when my cock sprang to attention again. As she took hold of it and soaped it, my hand wandered to her wet blonde pussy hair, and my middle finger into her slit. We both began to sigh and shudder happily.

Then she grasped the shower rod and raised one shapely leg, planting her foot on the rim of the tub. In that position, and after getting a rubber, I was able to slide my dick up and into her, which I certainly did!

It was great to be fucking as the water rolled off our bodies. Where our first time had been frantic, this one was slow and easy as we gradually built to a climax. Her lusty loins felt wonderful on my probing cock.

Our free hands were working, too, all over each other's soapy form. The sensation of her wet, sex-charged flesh seemed to spread from my hands through my body, all the way to my throbbing dick. If it was great to be felt, I knew, it was just as good to feel.

I pulled out, moved around in the tub, and slid back into Marcy's pussy from behind. Now her firm ass was pressing my front, and I was able to hold her fine breasts and stroke her tensing tummy. I felt like I could go on forever with this endlessly stimulating woman. A series of tingles went through my probing rod, almost as good as a real cum.

But then I did cum, and so did she. There in our watery world, we took the slippery ride together. She yanked on the shower rod so hard that she bent it, while I hugged her for dear life and we shuddered in unison. It was a struggle to keep our footing on the slick porcelain, and I was afraid we'd fall and hurt ourselves. After all, most accidents occurred in the home!

But what we had was no accident. "Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh!" we shouted, as we lost ourselves in a long, strong climax. We'd gone for sex, and we'd won.

"Quite a game today," blonde Marcy joked as we toweled off and got dressed.

"Yes," I laughed. "Plenty of scoring!"

Then I chased her, clad only in her panties, around her bedroom, watching her breasts and bottom jiggle.

"Can't catch this runner," she teased.

"Oh, yes, I can," I replied, as I gathered her into my arms. "Now let's grab some food, and then we'll kick off for a night game in bed!"