Chapter 4
Annette turned and waited for Larry to close the door. "Where's your bedroom?" she said softly.
"You don't waste time, do you?"
"Not since I found myself on my own and learned that I have to go after what I want," she said with a faint smile. "If you don't have the same thing in mind, why did you ask me in?"
The foyer light highlighted the front of her enchanting body. Her full, firm breasts played provocative peek-a-boo behind the deep plunge of her gown. The white, body-hugging fabric was a sharp contrast to her olive-colored skin and emphasized her gently rounded curves. A waist-high slit on the side revealed the full length of one shapely leg. He had tried unsuccessfully all evening to decide if she was wearing panties.
"I'm just trying to save you some time and trouble, dear," she continued. "We can do it standing up, if that's what you want. But my knees get weak when I cum, so, if I have my druthers, I would druther lie down. Or, I can sit in a chair, and let your knees get weak."
"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered.
"Larry, you are a handsome man with good manners and an excellent mind. Although I couldn't tell tonight. I've been offering you a little bit of heaven all evening, and you've totally ignored every signal I sent."
"You look so radiant right now," he said softly. "You are a very desirable woman. To tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to accept when I invited you in."
"Well, here I am. Either you take it now, or I'll go home and do it by myself. Cumming unscrewed isn't half as much fun as fucking, but it's sure better than nothing."
Larry chuckled softly. Her barefaced proposal that he take her to bed right then and there delighted him. Her earthy language made his blood sing. He cocked his head to the side and grinned. "Is cumming unscrewed what I think it is?"
"Masturbation, dear. Finger-banging. Jacking off. Which is what I'll be reduced to if you don't fuck me. You've missed, or ignored, all my subtle signals, so there it is in plain old colorful everyday English."
"You're very candid." He smiled uncertainly. "I like that in a woman. I didn't miss your signals. I thought I was misreading them. You always acted so prim and proper."
"Because I had to, dear. My darling husband, God rest his tightfisted, narrow-minded soul, had a hissy fit if I even said damn. I know I'm being brazen. I feel brazen. I often did before, but couldn't show it. Now, I'm giving you one last shot. I can understand that I might not turn you on. If I'm not your cup of tea, just say so. I deserve that much."
She had taken the initiative and asked him out. She even paid for dinner. Then, even though the hour was early, she declined his suggestion of going dancing and subtly led him into asking her home for coffee. His cock quivered. He gazed into her eyes with unmistakable hunger. He got lost in her deep brown eyes and her subtle musk fragrance. His head was spinning as he pulled her toward him.
"You deserve a lot more than that," he said softly as he put his arms around her. "You deserve my best effort, and I promise to give it to you."
"If 'it' is your cock, I accept," she chuckled sexily.
She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. She moaned as their mouths met. His tongue darted between her soft, sensuous lips. His congested cock rubbed against her plush mound through the thin fabric of her gown. He picked her up and carried her down the hall to his bedroom. She clung to him and sucked on his tongue until he put her down.
She leaned over and slipped off her sparkly evening shoes, and her superb tits spilled from her gown. She straightened up, smiled seductively and pushed the top of her gown off her shoulders. Self-possessed, she pushed it over her hips and paused, letting him admire her up close. She looked around, spied the table lamp by the upholstered chair, and turned it on.
He saw why he couldn't tell if she was wearing panties. The insignificant garment consisted of a narrow band around the waist and a minuscule triangle that tried vainly to cover her hairy mound. She picked up her dress and turned to drape it over the back of a chair. The narrow strap on the back of her panties passed between the cheeks of her ass, leaving both buttocks totally bare. He wondered why she bothered with something so skimpy.
She got in the middle of the bed and stretched out on her back. "If you want what's under my panties, you have to take them off," she said quietly, her voice hoarse with lust.
His hot eyes drifted slowly up and down her tantalizing body as he undressed. The light from the single lamp cast provocative shadows over her and the bed. Hard and ready, his love lance stuck straight out from his groin. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the tip.
"I'm glad you want the light on," he said huskily. "I like to look at you." . "I like to be looked at," she replied.
He lay down and turned onto his side facing her. "I haven't been to bed with a woman lately. Guess I've been working too hard to look."
She pushed herself up on her elbow. "All work and no play makes Larry a dull boy." She caressed his cock with the tips of her fingers and chuckled. "In your case, a very hard boy. Beautiful cock. So big and hard and hot. And tonight, it's all mine."
She leaned over him. Her heavy tits resting on his chest made him shiver inwardly.
"I felt like a young man going on his first date when I asked you to dinner," he said.
"Believe me, I know how you feel, dear" she whispered. "When I started dating again, I was scared to death. But you know what? Fucking is like riding a bicycle. You never forget how. You might be a little rusty if you haven't been on one in a while, but I won't let you fall off." She kissed each of his nipples.
"Annette.. . "
"Shhh! Don't worry if you cum right away. We have all the time we need." She fondled his balls. "Nice balls. So full of cum. And I know ways to get it all. Do sexually aggressive women make you nervous?"
"Far from it," he replied.
"Then relax and let me make love to you."
He couldn't relax. Her dynamic tongue and warm lips set his nerves on edge. His cock felt as if it was going to explode at any moment. It felt bigger than ever before-at least a foot long and as big around as his wrist.
She hadn't seen an uncut cock in a long time. His shaft was so hard that about half of the knob protruded from the foreskin. She licked the bare portion, slicked up the droplet of pre-cum and swallowed it. She circled the shaft just beneath the head with her thumb and forefinger and stripped the foreskin back, baring the whole knob. She slid her hand down to the middle of the shaft and engulfed his cockhead with her soft, puffy lips.
He moaned out loud and trembled. His hips jerked up forcefully, shoving about half of his prick into her mouth. Before he could make even a half-hearted attempt to control himself, his cum started spewing into her mouth.
Annette slurped and swallowed audibly. She didn't have to suck or stroke his ponderously throbbing cock. Her mouth provided all the motivation he needed to give her his full load. Just for good measure, she squeezed his cock and slid her hand up to milk him, to make sure she got all of his rich cream.
She lifted her head and smacked her lips. "Good to the last drop," she murmured. "Loads of tasty yummy for my tummy. I like to eat cum."
"Damn, Annette, I'm sorry!" he lamented.
She bent over him. Her passion-swollen tits dangled enticingly. Her tumescent nipples grazed his chest. "For what?" she said huskily. Her eyes glittered with gratitude for his conspicuous ardor. "I wanted you to cum, dear, to take the edge off your excitement. Now, we can enjoy the rest of the evening."
She kissed him tenderly. He reached up and gently kneaded both of her full tits. The kiss became passionate and she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She caught his leg between her thighs and started scrubbing her pussy up and down roughly. He could feel the moistness of her lust. He sucked her tongue avidly and squeezed her firm tits.
She lifted her head a few inches and ran the tip of her tongue over his lips. "Whew! It took a while for you to get started, dear, but you sure come on with fervor once your fire is ignited. I love the way you kiss. I knew I would."
"You aren't upset that I came in your mouth?" he asked apprehensively.
"God, no! I love cum. When a cock swells and explodes in my mouth, I nearly go crazy. She giggled. "Believe it or not, when I had to struggle to make that damn store successful, I thought about becoming a high-class call girl. I figured I could make a good living just giving blow jobs."
"You might have something there," he said. "I'm glad you didn't. I probably couldn't have afforded you."
"Oh, I would have given it away to my friends," she laughed.
"I want to taste you," he said. "Will you cum if I lick your pussy?"
"Have I got a clit?" she exclaimed.
He chuckled. "I suppose so, but I can't swear to it."
"Yeah, you haven't had a chance to look at it, have you? Well, we can remedy that!" She straddled his chest and held her snatch over his face so he could see it.
He put his hands under her ass and caressed her solid buttocks and stared into the hairy junction of her thighs. "Open your pussy," he whispered breathlessly. "I want to see all of it."
She smoothed the thick brown hair away from her slit with her palms. She pressed down and spread her cunt lips wide, exposing the secret sex flesh and her erect clit to his covetous gaze. There was hope for him. Now that she had his motor running, he was getting with the program.
He ogled her succulent seam. His nerves tingled. A profusion of soft, dark brown curls covered her plump mound. Her slit was long and deep and pink. Her clit looked like a tiny nipple. Her honey hole was small and juicy.
"Exquisite," he whispered. "So pretty. So delicate. So intimate. It looks so appetizing. I love the coral-pink color on the inside."
Now, she knew there was hope for him. Other lovers had told her that she was beautiful, that she had a good pussy. No one ever asked her to spread so they could scrutinize her so intimately, much less told her that her pussy was beautiful. He made her head spin. She was already giddy with lascivious desire. She couldn't remember feeling more lewd. She loved to feel and act lewd in the proper setting.
"Show me what you do to your clit when you jack off," he said softly.
His bawdy request goaded her, pushed her passions even higher. With a deep sigh, she slid a finger into the top of her gash and moved it rhythmically up and down on her turgid love button. Her hips began to move in an answering tempo.
"Beautiful, baby. So stimulating," he whispered. "Does it feel good?"
"Ohhhhh, yes! Fantastic!" she moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue, darling!" She continued to strum her clit and shoved her cunt into his face.
His tongue slashed into her sultry crack. She hunched forward and his tongue disappeared into the feverish slickness of her sex channel.
"Ahhhhhh!" she moaned passionately. A sharp tremor shot through her body like a jolt of electricity. She grabbed the headboard with both hands and started scrubbing her cunt over his mouth. "God, lover, it feels so good!" she whispered. "Make your tongue go lickety-split!"
The delectable flavor of her pussy swept him away. He forgot about table manners and gobbled her flowing snatch boisterously. He tilted his head back and looked across the expanse of her flat belly and between her stately tits at her pretty face.
"A feast for the gods," he said with a playful chuckle.
"You crazy cunt lapper," she giggled.
His tongue slithered over her bloated clit, down her liquefied gash, into her savory hole, and back up again. His hands wandered resolutely up her trembling body, over the sumptuous swell of her hips, past her slender waist, and up to the elegant globes of her quivering tits.
She was a raucous fucker and even more guttural when she came. She thought the whirlwind of sensations in her cunt would drive her right out of her mind. She expressed her elation without modesty. Moans and ooohhhs and aaahhhs poured from her mouth, punctuated now and then by roars of pleasure.
His hands worked her tits with dexterity. He caressed and fondled the heavy globes lovingly and pinched her tumid tit tips into compact, stimulated points.
His tantalizing tongue centered on her clit and her head started whipping wildly from side to side in a frenzy of emotion. The sounds pouring from her mouth became more clamorous. His tongue flicked and fluttered relentlessly on her love button, driving her passion higher.
His fingers closed around her nipples. He pinched and pulled just hard enough to make the two ruby points get rock-hard. He alternated between licking her slot, taking the entire luscious mass of her brown-furred quim into his mouth and sucking it, and guzzling her prolific flow in gluttonous gulps.
"Ooohhh, yessssss!" she whimpered. "Suck me! Lick me! Suck the inside of my cunt out! Eat me whole! Oh, fuck, I don't care! I'm cumming, baby!" She shoved her torrid twat into his face and twisted her ass violently, making her pussy do the jitterbug on his mouth.
Her lust raced out of control. Her orgasm built like a menacing thunderstorm, seething and boiling in the very core of her being. Her body pulsated and tingled, simultaneously feeling hopelessly weak and fantastically strong. The bliss from his tongue completely absorbed her.
Her frantic movements slowed. His tenacious tongue coaxed the final measure of lustful delight from her and withdrew. Tenuous aftershocks of passion vibrated through her. She tried to speak and only croaked. Her throat was raw and dry from her constant squeals and squeaks. She cleared her throat and tried again.
"God, darling, you really did me! I was afraid I wouldn't stop cumming, and afraid I would!"
She slid back and her wet pussy left a trail down his chest. She lay down on him and kissed him passionately. Murmuring with ecstasy, she licked the residue of her juice from his lips and chin. She kissed his lips again, then sat up on his chest.
"You have a hair trigger," he said. "You started cumming as soon as my tongue touched your clit."
"Hairy trigger might be more correct," she laughed. She fluffed up her muff. "I hope it doesn't turn you off."
"Far from it," he assured her. He lifted his head and kissed her pussy. "I love it. A hairy pussy looks so much sexier, the way nature made it. I must be getting older than I thought. I don't understand the current rage of girls trimming their bush into a thin little strip."
"Oh? Are you speaking from personal knowledge?" she teased.
"No. Pictures in magazines. A movie now and then."
"Maybe we can watch some of those movies together. I used to watch them and copy what they did. Now, I just watch them for enjoyment and stimulation." She sighed deep, deep in her chest. "I have to be honest with you, darling. I didn't expect you to lick my clit very well. You really went after me with gusto. Your proficiency, your obvious fondness for eating pussy surprised me."
"Pleasantly, I hope."
She smoothed his hair back and caressed his cheeks. "Most pleasantly, most gratifying, I assure you."
"I've always liked to eat pussy. I think I still have to perfect my technique."
"Darling, if your technique gets any better, you'll turn my mind to mush! You almost did a few minutes ago. You did drive me halfway up the wall. I'm sure your headboard has little dents in it where I was hanging on."