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Gingerly, her hands went to her brown shorts. She pulled it down and wiggled her waist as she did so. By the time it got to her knees, I could see that she was not wearing any pantie. Slowly, she pulled the shorts to her feet and stepped out of it.

She stood upright to stare at me with her hands akimbo. Her genitals were almost clean-shaven. Though on the short side, she had cute figure. The statistics of her chest, her boobs, her waist and her hips would be impressive. I liked what I saw, no doubt.

“How do I look?” she asked, still smiling.

“Fantastic,” I replied.

“You really think so?”

“It’s not just what I think. It’s the fact on the ground.”

“You’re not bad looking too, Alex. As a matter of fact, you’re very handsome, and I love your body.”

“Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say.

She moved to the bed and crawled to me. “This your organ is gearing for action, isn’t it?” She pointed at my prick.


“You can say that again,” I replied with a chuckle.

Her right hand rubbed on my thighs briefly and moved to the dick. She scooped it in her hands and rubbed it gently.

“You’re going to like it, Alex,” she said. “You’re going to like what I will do to you.”

I nodded. “Carry on.”

She leaned over on my genitals, spat on the dick and encased her mouth with it. Like someone licking a lollipop, she teased and sucked on my
dick. It was expertly done. She really sucked on the organ, giving it a deep-throat thing. I closed my eyes and allowed her to have her fantasies.

She continued her act; from cock-sucking to scrotum-licking. From my lying position, I could sensation mounting in me and threatening to reach its peak. Just then, she stopped doing what she was doing.

She moved up to my chest. I could smell her hair and breath. Like a mother who wanted to breast feed a baby, she shoved her right breast in
my mouth. I reacted like a baby who had long been expecting that. I ran my tongue round her areola sucked the nipple. It tasted like she had
smeared some chocolate on it. After some moments, she removed the boob and brought the left one. Again, I did what I did to the first boob.
She closed her eyes and moaned softly. I was sure she enjoyed my act as much as I did.

After some moments, she stopped that one too.

“Let’s move to another level,” she said. She spread her legs over my face and deftly positioned her body such that her spread vagina was on my
mouth.

“Now, suck, baby,” she intoned.

Gladly, I did as she said. Her vulva, clits and other genitals received tongue-caressing and –licking of a life. That was the day I had the longest
time of doing this kind of passion. She rubbed her left hand on my head and mumbled delightedly to herself.

After some minutes, she stopped the act too. There was no doubt that she was indeed in charge of the situation. Her domination was striking.
Was this what she did with guys, or was she just experimenting with me? I could not ask her. That was the least important thing for now.

Evelyn moved down to my mid-section again. rubbing my manhood in her hands, she spat on it once again. it was a prelude to her sitting
astride me and inserting the manhood inside her vagina. Her cunt was lubricated enough to take in my full big cock. She gasped all the same
and smiled.

“You have such a big dick,” she commented.

I grunted in reply. Slowly, she started grinding me. I wished my hands could be free so that I would grip her butts or run my hands on her boobs.
Sorry, that would have to be another time, I told myself.

Her grinding was slow, steady and rhythmic. It was like a scene I had watched on a blue movie. Now, I was witnessing it live. She did it like a professional and I soon found myself on the way to peaking up again. She let out a moan as she climaxed. Seconds later, she led me to my own climax. She must be a good judge, for she removed my dick from her pussy just in time before the ejaculation of semen.

She collapsed on my chest. My body shook a bit as a result of the let-out passion. After some seconds, she stood up from me.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked.

I smiled. “Sure. That was a wild one.”

“Good. Just one moment.”

“Won’t you untie me, now?”

She smiled. “Oh, not just yet.”

In nude. She left the bedroom. About two minutes later, she was back, but with another lady.

“What!” I said in surprise. “What’s going on?”


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I definitely loved this body. I loved these kind of boobs and had always wanted to feel and caress them. Now, Vivian was seriously fanning my embers of passion:

“Suck me, suck every part of my body," she enthused.

I did as she desired. I cuddled her back, waist and bum with my mouth still busy on her nipple. My fingers moved to her belly and then her cunt. It was incredibly wet and I soaked my hand in it and then massaged her belly with it, reached down for more and then massaged her breasts with her own juices. Then I ran my hand down and up, slowly, gently, caressing her now sticky breasts and belly.

"Oh, yes, sweetheart, it’s so incredible that I'm so hot,” I cooed. “I’m so hot and I love it."

“You’re sweet, baby,” she replied.

"Hmm, baby, I love your body. This is an erotic dream come true."

"Tell me, sweetheart, what style do we do?"

I thought for a moment. I caressed her breasts and pressed my naked prick against her lovely ass cheeks as I appeared to think over what she
said.

"There was a movie I once watched. In the movie, a lady took charge in the sex act. She pressed the man down on the bed and then she climbed
over him. Not on his cock but his face. She sat on his face and said, 'Eat it, lick it, use your tongue on it. What about that?”

"Hmm," she said. "I like it."


That was the first part of the deal. I turned and lay on the bed and throwing back my head until to rest on the pillow. Looking up, I could see
her beautiful moist cunt lips. I reached up and gently put pressure on her hips until she came down on me.

"Face-Bleep me, baby!" I called out just before I felt the crush of her hot wet cunt splashing on my face and grinding into my mouth. My tongue
went into action, probing, licking sucking as she moved her body so that her cunt swooped down and around my face and returned to my eager
mouth.

"Oh, baby, baby, tongue-Bleep me, eat me out, suck, lover-boy, Bleep me that way!" she said in lust. I sucked and licked until my mouth was so tired
I thought I would not be able to go on.

It was the end of that session. She moved off me.

"Baby, we can do something else?" she suggested.

"What is that?" I asked, as I held her gingerly.

“Let me show you.” She climbed on me again but this time around, she sat astride my mid-section. She held my dick and slowly inserted it into
her vagina.

“Hmn,” she moaned softly. “You just lay back while I do all the work.”

I nodded and did as she said.

She must have watched a lot of blue movies. Her maneuvers reminded me of steamy scenes I had watched in movies. She twitched her bum,
jiggled her waist and wiggled her hips. They were all sensational moves to give the best of coital sex.

I fondled the big breasts on her chest. She thrust up and down, twitching deftly. I left my right hand hanging on her boob while the right hand
went to her bum. The place was wet with sweat and that made the whole game exciting.

She went on and on and my whole body shook in ecstasy. Some minutes later, I could not stop the eruption of semen that came from my prick.



* * *

On Sunday of that weekend, I returned to Abina in the afternoon. I had had such a fun-filling time with Vivian and I looked forward to another time of passion. I could see now that for the time being, Kay’s apartment would be our best rendezvous. I got to Abina about two o’clock in the afternoon. My intention was to go and see Bukky by four o’clock. I had hardly settled down when her call came through.

“Hello, honey, how are you?” I asked.

“Fine. Are you back?”

“Yes. How’s everything over there?”

“Dull. I’m so bored. Can you come over, darling? I terribly miss you.”

I grinned to myself. “Alright. Give me fifteen minutes. I’ll be over there.”

I moved over to her place. As usual, she hugged me as if I was away for months. I sat on the couch and placed her on my laps.

“Oh, I miss you. If not that you said you would be busy on Saturday, I would have gone with you.”

No way, my dear Bukky, I thought. “I’m still planning on getting my apartment,” I reminded her. “Then, there would be no inhibition about you
being with me.”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

I held her waist. “What is that?”



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She yelped when the flat of his hand connected with her backside. That was not what she had expected, and no one had ever spanked her before. The first slap left her arse cheek hot and stinging, but the pain quickly subsided as he held his hand against her flesh, as if he was absorbing some of the pain back into his body. She almost laughed with surprise. It was the sort of action that she might have considered silly if she had thought about it in advance, but Cyril was not a foolish man, and it was difficult to take him anything other than seriously.

She sucked in her stomach and bent her spine like a cat’s, lifting her arse even higher into the air
His hand came down hard on the other side and Joy whistled between her teeth. It was a curious sensation. Both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time. Like walking a knife’s edge between one feeling and another. She focused hard on the feeling, employing her logical, reasoning mind to decipher this new sense, and found that the more she focused her gaze on the impact of Cyril’s palm on her butt the more everything else disappeared until it seemed almost as though she was floating.

It wasn’t that she was disconnected or unaware of anything else but that other things disappeared, including the ache that had begun to develop in her forearms. She was flying above all of the trivial things, all of the banal thoughts and unimportant discomforts, balancing on that mysterious place that existed between good and bad, desired and undesired, desire and repulsion.

More than that, she was fiercely, fiercely aroused. “You’re dripping,” Cyril said. The tone of his voice had changed. It was full of sex. Rich, deep, throaty, almost a growl. Something else too. Cold, mocking.

“You love it, don’t you?” He sounded pleased, but not surprised. Like someone who has finally affirmed a fact that they had all along believed to be true.

Joy opened her mouth, but she could not find her voice to answer him.

She felt the pads of one of his fingers pressing a line firmly along the inside of her thigh. Scraping up the moisture that was now running down her leg. Then his finger was in her mouth. She sucked, instinctively, tasting both sweet and sour, the very particular sea salt tang of sex. He pushed his finger to the tip of her throat until she felt that she might begin to cough or choke and then rubbed his fingertips over her mouth, pulling at her lips, pressing his palm against her cheek in a rough caress.

Joy could feel Cyril’s excitement rising just like hers. She knew, somehow, that it was not what he was doing but the way that she was reacting to it that aroused him so much. Toying with his senses pleased her, made her feel powerful. She shuffled her knees further apart and dipped her spine into an even more exaggerated position so that her legs were now spread wide, inviting.

He didn’t utter a word in response. His breath came in short, ragged growls. She felt it then: his bare cock nudging at her opening, just resting against her lips. He was rock hard and large.

Joy knew he wasn’t wearing a condom. She hadn’t heard the telltale rustling of a wrapper opening or noticed the awkward pause of him breaking out of the moment to find protection. She could feel the warmth and smoothness of his skin against hers, and the hesitation as he waited, prone, for her to give him some kind of sign that she desired him inside her just as he was, without any barrier between them, no matter the health benefits.

She pushed back, taking his full length in one thrust. He let out a groan that emanated deep from his throat and half fell forward on top of her.

“Joy,” he said. The sound he made was like the cry of a bear caught in a trap. He grabbed hold of her hair and pulled. Her head snapped back, controlled by the grip of his hand wrapped around her long tresses.

He pushed harder into her and deeper with each thrust, ramming his cock inside her with such force that she could barely hold herself upright. Her hands, forearms, elbows all ached from resting on the wooden floor, but the discomfort was nothing, not even a pinprick in her consciousness, in comparison with the exquisite pleasure of Cyril’s cock filling her so completely. She pushed back against him, meeting every one of his strokes with her own until they were moving back and forward with the precision of two metronomes meeting in sync and it was impossible to tell which of them was the driving force.

His movements became imperceptibly faster and faster, more desperate, until she felt the weight of him pushing her forward, flat on her stomach on the wooden floor and she collapsed under him, unable to hold herself up beneath the bulk of his body. He let go of her hair and his hand moved across her back, pressing her down and then wrapping around her mouth, preventing her breathing. He released his grip only at the point when she was frantic for air and even then only allowed her a brief, desperate gasp.

There was a rhythm to his movements. He was counting, Joy realized. He knew how long she could hold her breath for. Perhaps he was guessing, or acutely aware of the signs that her body made, the difference between desiring to breathe and needing to. Perhaps he had counted the seconds between each breath she took when she swam.

She relaxed, feeling safe with this knowledge. Somehow this man she barely knew already knew her body well enough to take her beyond the edge of comfort but not into harm. She let go. Allowed him to carry her into that place where she was no longer in control, not even of the air that entered her lungs.



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She drove the gleaming Rover carefully to the Goldies Club. It was about thirty minutes’ drive. To pass the time, she played some music on the car DVD drive. When she was close to the place, she put a call across to him and he picked his call at the first ring.

“I’m at the car park,’’ she informed. “I’m in the silver color Land Rover.

“Okay,” Cyril replied with excitement in his tone. “Wait, I’ll be there.’’


Without further ado, he left the club bar to go and meet her. The BMW was not far from where he parked his Honda CRV. He opened the front
right door of the car and slid inside.

“Hello, lady.’’

“Hi.”

“I miss you,’’ he muttered.

“I miss you too,’’ she echoed.

He was very happy about the turn of event. He was glad that he indeed took the steps he had taken. But he was also aware he had to be very
discreet.

“See, this place is not the best for us to meet. We need another rendezvous.’’

She nodded. “Okay, where do we go?’’

“There’s one small hotel at Maryland. The place is neat, decent and discreet. Let’s go there.’’

She nodded again in agreement.

“My car is the Honda CRV over there.’’ Cyril pointed at the car. “You will have to follow me bumper to bumper.’’

“Okay.’’

He got out of her car, went to his car, started it and backed out of the parking space. He drove slowly so that she would not lose his tail. Some
minutes later, they arrived at the HillTop Hotel where he used to take some of his ladies to.

“Yes, I can see that it’s quite discreet,’’ Joy agreed.

He booked a room for one hour and steered her there. Once in the privacy of the room, she clung on to him. There would be no need to waste
time. He swooped kisses on her waiting lips. From the lips, his mouth soon moved down to her bust and her pussy. Her mind went into state of
excitement as the sensation of his mouth on her pussy lips made all other thoughts to be irrelevant.

He dragged the flat of his tongue along the top crevice of her inner thighs. He then brushed his lips over her mound. Joy gasped. Cyril paused
for a brief moment. He did this so she could catch her breath back. He resumed, this time licking and moving closer to her nub. He stopped
briefly to nip her labia between his teeth.

Joy’s legs began to tremble, as the pressure of his tongue flicking against her clit made all the muscles in her body to become tense. She put her
hands on his head, first just resting them there and then, as he continued to lick, she moved her fingers into his hair and pulled him against her,
grinding her pussy against his face. He clasped each of her thighs in one of his hands, spreading her legs wider and using her body as leverage
to keep his balance as he thrust his nose inside her. His breathing was labored now, and he filled his lungs in short, swift bursts, keeping his lips
on hers in an open-mouthed kiss and sucking the air in sideways.

He spread his fingers, brushing each of his thumbs against her hip bones and pushing up the fabric of her swimsuit so that her arse was
exposed. He ran his hands over each of her cheeks, kneading her flesh beneath the soft pads of his fingertips, pulling her closer against him. Joy
let herself go. Cyril was strong. Strong enough to hold her weight and keep his balance as she thrust against him, fucking his face.

She came in juddering bursts, her whole body pulsing with the force of the orgasm that tore through her like a wildfire, leaving not destruction
but renewed energy in its wake. Every one of her nerve endings felt as though it had been woken at once. She was buzzing.
Her limbs continued to twitch for a long while after she had reached her climax. She gasped with each successive aftershock until her body
eventually relaxed. Joy sank down on to Cyril, not caring in the slightest whether her weight, now unsupported by the door, would be a burden
for him. It was not far to fall to the floor, anyway.

But Cyril had not finished, and did not allow her any respite. He lifted her up as if she weighed no more than a child and flipped her over onto
her front. Joy flailed, ungainly, but instinctively caught herself on her forearms before she hit the wooden floor. His floorboards smelled of
lemon, she noticed, smiling to herself at the inanity of noticing such a thing at a time like that. Joy had heard – and read – about people who made shopping lists in their head, or thought about all the chores on their to-do lists while they were having sex. She had never been one of
those people. Sex consumed her whole being. There was nothing on earth so important that it couldn’t wait for lovemaking.

She shuffled her knees closer to her chest so that most of her weight was leaning on her forearms and her arse was lifted in the air. “Doggy
style” – a term she hated. It seemed to Joy a crass and demeaning way to describe one of her favorite sexual positions. When positioned in that
way, she thought of herself as offering a gift, not simply awaiting entry like a dumb animal.

She yelped when the flat of his hand connected with her backside. That was not what she had expected, and no one had ever spanked her before. The first slap left her arse cheek hot and stinging, but the pain quickly subsided as he held his hand against her flesh, as if he was
absorbing some of the pain back into his body. She almost laughed with surprise. It was the sort of action that she might have considered silly if
she had thought about it in advance, but Cyril was not a foolish man, and it was difficult to take him anything other than seriously.





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She sat down and pressed me down to my knees in front of her. I leaned forward and into her breasts.

"You’re my baby right now,” she said. “Come and suck, baby. Show baby how you suck," she whispered into my hot ear.

My mouth found a sweet soft luscious breast and suckled it. I moved my still-sticky cock up to her mouth and looked up at her as she sucked it while I sucked her breast. I paused, "Oh baby, we love to suck, don't we?"

"Hmm, honey, this is crazy, crazy, but wonderful. I can't believe this is happening. Make love to my succulent breasts, sweetheart."

I sucked and sucked, first one and then the other, licking the swollen areolas and nibbling at the nipples.

After minutes, I adjusted my position such that she grasped my hips and moved me toward her. She ran her hand up and down my pubic region. I could see her ogling my long and erect prick.

I took the yoghurt pack, now half empty and poured some of it over my eager organ. Then I moved toward her mouth.

She enveloped my prick and sucked it deeply into her mouth. The slow deep throat action she had undertaken on my cock had been the practice session for the passionate sucking that now began.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the physical love my babe now gave me, now here in reality was the dream episode that I had always had.

"Oh, baby, I used to dream about doing this sensuous thing with a babe," I said, wondering if maybe I should not have admitted that as I felt her stop and my prick go cold outside her mouth.

"Baby, I understood that, and you were not the only one," she replied.

She blushed again as I looked down at her, sitting there on the bed and holding my cock before her lust-enflamed face.

"Oh, baby, baby," I called out in joyous delirium. "I used to dream of being so free with boobs like this, sweetheart.”

I definitely loved this body. I loved these kind of boobs and had always wanted to feel and caress them. Now, Vivian was seriously fanning my embers of passion.

“Suck me, suck every part of my body," she enthused.

I did as she desired. I cuddled her back, waist and bum with my mouth still busy on her nipple.

My fingers moved to her belly and then her cunt. It was incredibly wet and I soaked my hand in it and then massaged her belly with it, reached down for more and then massaged her breasts with her own juices.

Then I ran my hand down and up, slowly, gently, caressing her now sticky breasts and belly.

"Oh, yes, sweetheart, it’s so incredible that I'm so hot,” I cooed. “I’m so hot and I love it."

“You’re sweet, baby,” she replied.

"Hmm, baby, I love your body. This is an erotic dream come true."

"Tell me, sweetheart, what style do we do?"

I thought for a moment. I caressed her breasts and pressed my naked prick against her lovely ass cheeks as I appeared to think over what she said.




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