It’s the Friday evenings I enjoy most, work is done for the week, and after I wrap up a good workout at the gym my plans to relax can finally come to fruition. What comes as a surprise to most who know me is the fact that my weekly routine includes spending a lot of my weekend at Barnes and Noble. The solace of a good book among the thousands available offers the capability to lose myself, so off I head in a near rush so I can let it all go. The barista practically knows me by my drink; not that its hard being a stiff black coffee and all, but it’s the second one that I enjoy toying her emotions around a bit as I decide between green or red tea. Even with all the extreme excitement of the second drink choice, I’ve usually powered my way sufficiently through a book to the point to know whether I am taking it home and then moving on to find another. Sometimes, I end up finding one that I cannot seem to put down no mater how hard I try. They know me here; well mostly, so its cool.
My mind hadn’t been satiated by the time I settled on a sure bet, so I decided it best to browse a little more. Full cup of rooibos tea in tow, I had all I needed to ensure my quest would be successful. It was as I rounded the fantasy section, I certainly found something that caught my attention. It was in certain need of further research to say the very least. She was the cutest little brunette I had laid eyes on in a long while. It wasn’t her petite stature at perhaps 5 and some change feet tall or that she couldn’t be 110 pounds, soaking wet, fully clothed that really drew my attention. It was the quarter sleeve on her left arm that for whatever reason became the deciding factor that made me move in for further inquiry. It didn’t take but a few moments of pontificating between the two of us regarding a couple books from separate series we both had the opposite opinion as to which should be read first that Gemma and I hit it off. She wasn’t shy about allowing me to catch her checking me out a few times before we made our way to the couch together. “Derick, it just surprise me to see a guy like you in here”. Quick with the wit as always, “you mean one that is not with seeing-eye-dog in hand instead of tea?” “Yeah, those guys are constantly overcrowding the optometry section” I finished. Gemma’s smile was precious. The way it enhanced her entire aura was astounding. Going out on a limb a bit, I felt my chances were high for success, “something about the way you smile, brightens this whole place just a little extra” I said flirtatiously, lacking the sarcasm of earlier. Her eyes melted as she processed my compliment, being completely corny from its roots. She smelled amazing, it was purely natural and something about it had me hooked on Gemma, so I went a little crazy suddenly, which is out of standard character for me I must maintain. I brushed her hair back a little off her shoulders. “What are the odds of my seeking the thing I really needed to find tonight at the bookstore being you, such a sweet and good girl?” I asked. Gemma suddenly whimpered a little as she gasped a sudden breath. It wasn’t as much a panicked reflex as something else enjoyable to her completely. This became suddenly apparent, “no one…no one has called me that in such a long time” she said as she shook out a small tremble, obviously trying to be kept to herself. “Crazy idea” I said, “why don’t you tell me more about you and we can get out of here”. Her precious little puppy-dog looking eyes melted me to the core. “I am incredibly interested in all that is Gemma” I must say as I offered my arm in the truest of gentleman fashion, “please do tell me more.”
We each read like an open book to one another with smooth and effortless conversation carried along as we walked. Before I knew it, we had walked damn near back to my place, by no fault or intention on either our parts. “Crazy how easily research can get one lost, huh?” I asked in rhetorical fashion as I went on to point out we were less than a block from my condo. “May I invite you in so that we might continue this conversation on yet another couch?” I asked facetiously. Gemma’s chuckles said more than words could possibly. I offered she make herself comfortable as we walked inside together. My place was no standard single dude pad, I’m teasing with 40 more and more each day and as it turned out Gemma hadn’t given her first thought to 35 as it was still a bit off for her. My attention had been our conversation since the moment it started up until the moment her lovely smell again tickled my nasal passages as I sat beside her on the couch. Our eyes seemed to subconsciously know what the pheromones were already signaling as they locked the instant I sat comfortably next to her. Only the smallest pause stood before our lips first met. She allowed my lead, so we proceeded delicate and sweet in our quickly growing passionate kissing. My caress on her shoulders brought forth additional shivers. Her body language was clear as the desert sun, but I felt something special was afoot and not about to let this rush to culmination. With the final dispatch of the tips of our tongues’ dance together I proceeded to kiss her neck. Her smell was intoxicating to me though it still bore no conscious scent, just pure and unadulterated Gemma. ‘This shit has got to be bottled’ I thought. By pure happenstance it was when I brushed over the clavicle of her left shoulder she again released a shiver, of greater magnitude than any before. ‘Noted’ I thought to myself as I gave the rest of her collar bone the attention it desired with the delicate tip of my tongue and subsequent kisses. Gemma’s breaths became more labored and intense with each moment, but I stood my ground, ‘this was going to be immense!’ I told myself. I caressed her delicate skin around all my kisses with the tips of my fingers as I made my way down her tattoo and then back up. If I were a betting man, I would wager that Gemma had not been properly taken care of in at least some time. “My sweet little good girl” I offered my hand, “please take it and follow me to a more proper setting” as I led her to my bedroom.
My dimly lit bedroom highlighted Gemma’s striking body with each piece of skin exposed and article of clothing removed. Maintaining my own control as to not allow this to speed from passion to lust was near unbearable. Our hands were all over one another as we rolled back and forth across my bed kissing. The difficulty of self-control grew exponentially as both our shirts came off. Gemma was slim, stacked and smoking hot under her loose shirt. I homed in on her belly button like a guided missile the moment she laid back. Her diaphragmatic breathing was more than prevalent as I licked in and around her belly button and slowly up toward her chest. I tried to keep the focus on my pleasuring her and not on the fact that she was already grinding my right leg as it kneeled between hers on my journey of further pleasureful exploration. Kissing around her magnificent cleavage and further caressing her shoulders and neck, I popped her bra’s clasp with my left hand, though did not remove anything further. My excitement to behold what was beneath the cloth imprisonment was nearly off the chart. ‘Control…control’ I kept reminding myself as I directed the removal of her bra with still more kisses. Her phenomenal breasts were even more impressive than the reveal of her lean tummy. Her nipples, rock hard, were given each their separate appreciation with tickles and sensual licks of my tongue. Gemma’s eyes had long been closed, but I could tell now that they were rolling back in her head. “Baby girl, you are being such a good girl, aren’t you?” I asked in rhetorical statement allowing it to double as a check on my own progress. With only than moans in rebut, I knew she was well primed. I quickly threw off my own shirt and shorts leaving only my boxer briefs in place with a quick return to her sexy stomach and belly button. I inched my way down her waist with kisses as I simultaneously inched her yoga shorts off at the same speed. The heat from her pelvis was already radiating through the fabric and still her smell grew past an intoxicating level, seeking to drive me mad with lust.
This striking vixen lay before me in only red sateen panties barely housing her radiating sexuality. I took a moment to grab a tie from my closet. Teasing her skin from the mid-thigh, carefully up and over her tummy and onto each her breasts. Kissing her neck as I got close to I whisper in her ear, “trust me sweet thing” and proceeded to wrap my tie around her head as a blindfold. The way in which she bit her lip and held it clinched dropped the throb of my heart directly into my cock. My fingers sensually tickled her magnificent body from each side of her neck, down her sides and rallied at the center of her stomach where they met the continuation of my kisses. Nibbling a bit at the waist band of her panties, I started to truly tease her. The wallop of my own heart could nearly be heard echoing through the room as I rubbed the tip of my nose down the midline of her panties to meet her clearly engorged clit beneath. Blowing tiny bursts and exhaling loads of hot air onto the clear outline of her cliterous through her panties nearly drove her to orgasm. Gemma’s body contorted and abs flexed as I delicately inched her panties downward. Kissing each area of newly exposed flesh, I methodically removed her panties over the next 60 seconds. Gemma’s tidy little bush and tiny pink pussy reveal rocked me like an avalanche. Barely able to hold back the wash of my own mouth’s watering, I proceeded to gently kiss and lick up the center of her delicate thighs, inching my way slowly upward. By the time my tongue first connected with her throbbing clit, Gemma erupted in orgasm and coinciding moans. Up and down and from side to side I licked teasingly the outside of her already sobbing wet vagina’s pink lips. From just beneath her teardrop opening, I slid my tongue in deeply and began working my pleasure skills. From as deep as my tongue’s reach back out and onto her cliterous, I worked my first track of cunalingus. It took only a few repetitions before her orgasmic juices again flowed, washing over my tongue. I focused all my attention at the top of this second orgasm on her clit. Licking, teasing, tickling…I proceeded systematically to intensify this orgasm and build momentum for follow-on. I licked Gemma’s pussy as if it were exotic ripened fruit for nearly the next hour straight in this same way, bending and molding my movements to her pleasures.
My jaw and tongue were nearly numb by the time I climbed my way up toward Gemma’s left side in the bed, removing my underwear along the way. “You are such a good girl, keep that blindfold on, I have still more surprises for you” I whispered to her as I rolled her over slightly into my small spoon’s position. I allowed my now rock-hard cock to rub up the cheek of her tight little ass as I positioned it between her legs, over her plump little lips in this position. Her mouth but fell open by my action as I proceeded to tease her drenched pussy with my cock. She grinded against me in excitement further aiding her own excitement as I reached around my shaft and began fingering her lightly. ‘Holy fuck…’ I thought, “how’s that baby girl?” as I began to push into her incredibly tight opening. Gemma’s moans got deeper with each inch I pushed slowly inward. Caressing her breasts and rubbing up and around her stomach, then down onto her cute little bush and clit, my left hand worked as I continued stuffing her tight little pussy. I could feel her floor before I pushed near completely inside of her, so there I rested and added the kissing of her neck to the rubbing I was simultaneously doing to her body. Gemma was not only striking beautiful, but was also so incredibly sweet, I wanted to keep everything as sweet as she was. “Show me when your ready” I whispered to her as I removed the blindfold. Gemma immediately turned her head toward my face and shoved her tongue down my throat. I took this as the sign to begin my slow thrusts in and out, maybe two inches at most as she accommodated me still. As we made out, I ticked her delicate, throbbing clit with my left middle finger, hand over her belly. Taking only moments to gain a near-full range of motion, Gemma began to accommodate more than the seven or so inches I was able to fit into her initially. “Such a good girl” I repeated every time our lips broke contact for breath. I could feel the warm wet grip riding up the shaft of my cock until the sustained clinch and finally pulsating feeling of her next orgasm near explode. In this same way, I continued my sweet thrusts at moderate speeds until the end of her climax finally peaked. Pulling out abruptly, I rolled her into the fetal position, spread her sweet little cheeks and pushed back into her with greater force than my last motions were composed. Each time I hit her floor; she whimpered in pleasureful moans. As her protective clinches subsided some, I increased the speed and power of my thrusts slightly. Her state of extreme pleasure, ever building to the next orgasm negated any pain that would have otherwise thwarted my efforts to push harder. I spread her ass cheeks and toyed her pink asshole with my right thumb as my pelvis began to meet her butt bones in my thrusts. Harder and faster, I continued to accelerate as too, her pleasure demonstrated through her moans showed greater acceptance. My thumb penetrated her ass to the first knuckle by the time I was at full speed of plowing this petite vixen’s remarkable pussy. Gemma ripped out her next deep-bellied orgasm moments later as the claps of my balls echoed the wet flops throughout the room.
The choice had to be made to change positions or blow my own load as Gemma’s grip on my cock through her orgasm was near unbearable. As she finished, I ripped myself out of her and pulled her into the doggy position by her dainty little hip bones. I proceeded to bury my face and tongue in the devastation that was the swamp of her blasted pussy. In to out and up onto her ass, then back completely in I licked and teased her. My middle finger hooked in her and direct to her g-spot it drove. My right ring finger soon followed as I sloppily fingered her with the entirety of my wrist action capability. It took less than 2 minutes with this motion to initiate a deep, explosive orgasm from Gemma as she shouted in moans at its start. Gushing and dripping her sweet juices, nearly covering my chest and the entirety of her own ass cheeks, she blasted through orgasm. The intensity of my fingering increased throughout her gushing orgasm. I continued the near several minute orgasm until my wrist could take no more. I rolled and threw Gemma to her back on the bed. Grabbing both of her thighs, I pushed them back behind her head and drove my cock into her with the force of a jackhammer. My bottoming out had no sway as I violently thrusted harder and deeper with the entirety of the 8+ inches of my fat cock. Gemma’s screaming moans matched the intensity of my thrusts at the same momentum. “You’re a good girl that needs a punished pussy” I said repetitively as I proceeded in sheer violence attempting to pulverize her completely gaped pussy as savagely as possible. Gemma’s eyes had been rolled to the back of her head since the first penetration in this position and none but the whites have been seen since. The sweat, saliva and pussy juices caused such a loud wet, splattering sound between my cock and balls crashing against her ass. Having utilized every possible tool in my belt to hold out my own orgasm had been exhausted. My own nut was going to be monstrous and there was no holding back. Just as the last of my control had exhausted, Gemma’s moaning screams turned to full out screaming as the extreme clinching of my cock began. Moments of clinching and held breath later, Gemma explodes at the very moment I released that of a hydrogen bomb inside of her. Not slowing in any way, I plowed through the very last spurt of my own enormous orgasm that was already splattering out of her pussy with each violent thrust.
As I fell onto the bed next to her, both our legs widely gaped across the bed and each other’s, we lay gasping to catch our breaths. Between my desperate pants for air, I glanced at my wristwatch and rhetorically asked, “so how was the last 2 ½ hours for you” in the most sarcastic manner I could muster. The deep belly grunts of gasping for air were all that could be heard between the two of us for the next multiple minutes as there we lay, each in recovery and still in the state of pure ecstasy. Our hands each found one another’s and made their way together to Gemma’s chest to which she pulled close and cuddled as we eventually fell asleep together.
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