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The address I got from Sparkle Pony’s text was in an area I was familiar with. It was near campus, within easy walking or biking distance. Was she a student? It was crazy how little I knew about her, but she’d captured me. I stopped my car a block up from the duplex. She was in unit A. I took several breaths before getting out and walking through the cool night air. Still damp from my earlier adventures. I hoped she had something I could drink. Besides her.
I giggled. “Yes, I’d like a tall warm glass of whatever comes out of your cunt.” I muttered to myself, conscious someone somewhere could overhear.
I stepped up to the door and rang the doorbell. The one window at the front of the house had a light on behind it though it looked more like candle or oil light than electric. A rapid series of three clicks and the door swung open. In the dim light I could see her. She wore a short robe, barely more than a swimsuit cover-up.
“Come in, my Blue Eyes.” She gestured for me to cross the threshold.
Knees weak, I did as she asked. I closed the door behind me and the scent of lavender with an undercurrent of what had to be my lover’s arousal filled the air. The living room was simply furnished, one loveseat on each of the walls to my left. The wall to my immediate right turned into a hallway after being broken up by two doors. Across from the doorway stood a set of built-in dark wooden shelves crammed full of books and things which could be knick-knacks or sex toys or both.
“Have a seat.” She pointed to one of the love seats to my left.
I stood dumbly for a moment, taking her all in. I could see now her robe was silky and looked like a watercolor print of some sort. Her legs were full and shapely and she had curves to spare. I’d seen her before, of course, but every time she filled my gaze it was like I’d seen her for the first time. I started to sit down.
“Stop.” She held up one hand. “I want you to be comfortable. Would you like to take off your clothes first? I think you would.”
I had stopped mid squat and then nodded dumbly. Getting naked seemed like the best idea ever. I grabbed the hem of my long shirt.
Following her command, which was little more than a whisper, I moved with deliberation. When my shirt was over my head I saw she’d undone the robe’s tie. My nipples poked over the cup of my demi-bra, the light blue lace revealing dark areolas. I ran my hands up my flat stomach and flicked at them lightly. They wouldn’t get any harder, but I hissed at the sensation. I made undoing each of the front hooks a production.
As I did, I watched SP cup her own, much larger and fuller breasts through the silken robe. She let out a shuddering moan.
The sound was echoed by a much higher pitched mewling cry from my own mouth. “I want to bury my face in your warmth.”
“We’ll get there, my dear. Right now, be grateful you’re here and undressing before me.” She slid one hand down the front of her body teasing shadowed flesh.
I nodded. And held my arms back so my bra would fall free from my arms and shoulders. I bent over to take off my shoes, cursing that I would have to take my eyes off of her glorious softness. Fingers worked at stubborn laces and I removed one and then the other socks and all, noticing as I did she’d come closer.
“Turn around, but don’t stand up.”
“Yes.” Somehow I managed to execute the turn by shuffling and staying stooped over.
Well-manicured fingernails slid under the waistband of my tights. She drew them down over my hips and legs so I could step out of them. The nails slid over my skin drawing gooseflesh in their wake. She left my underwear intact. Soaked as it was, I might as well not have been wearing it at all.
She knelt behind me I could feel her breath on my moist skin. “So beautiful.” The puffs of air from those words bathed me. I felt her fingers on my ass cheeks. She spread them apart and blew a warm stream of air over my crack.
“You’ve done so well for me following my commands. I think you need to be rewarded don’t you?”
The only answer I could muster was a groan and a nod.
“But what might your reward be?” Her tongue started near my left ankle, the trail of saliva left on my leg felt like a mix of fire and ice. When she reached the back of my knee her tongue swirled the tender flesh there. I nearly lost the ability to stand at the sensation. I was usually incredibly ticklish but wasn’t in the right headspace.
She continued moving up my leg and when she reached the point where my thigh stopped and my ass started she began biting in earnest like she wanted to eat me. These were not the playful nips part of me expected. I would wear these marks for days or perhaps weeks. But still, I pressed into them moaning.
She pulled apart the rosy pink lips between my legs so the string fell in and disappeared into its hot wet recesses. Again she blew. I’ve never in my life before or since been a squirter. If I ever were that would’ve been the instant I would’ve bathed her face in my essence. She didn’t stay there long, instead moving down my other leg just as she had moved up. Biting at the beginning and ending with tongue and lips near my feet. Tears streamed down my face in a mixture of ecstasy and frustration.
I wanted to be fucked.
I wanted to be used.
I wanted her to throw me down on the floor and have her way with me.
But none of these words made it past my lips, instead insensate whimpering and mewling were all I could muster.
She got her feet again and backed away. “You can stand and then sit on the couch. “
Having been bent over for the better part of what felt like ten or fifteen minutes, coming back to a standing position turned out to be tricky. If I moved too fast, I’d get dizzy. Instead of sitting gracefully as I’d hoped, I nearly fell onto my side. She didn’t move to catch me but stood to watch me fall like a creature fresh out of the egg.
The sofa was warm against my heated flesh. I don’t know what the material was but I hoped it was scotch guarded because I was leaking effusively. “Can I taste you now? “
She dropped her robe to the floor. I had mentioned before she was curvy, full-figured, voluptuous. Whatever word you use it’s useless when confronted with a beauty like this. Her skin was like a ripe apple tight and shiny with oils. Succulent flesh waited just underneath for me to have my own turn at biting. Her breasts, full and soft like pillows, were held high thanks to excellent posture. Her stomach was soft and round like a belly dancer, solid muscle undulating underneath. She danced for me to music only she could hear.
“Soon, my love.” Her skin glowed in the soft light with glitter exploding here and there like supernovas. Her broad hips rolled towards me and she leaned back, shimmying and undulating. I ran my hands down my own body, not wishing it was like hers, but wishing it was hers. My own core opened to my touch as I watched her spread before my eyes. She’d walked her feet out to the sides for balance and to give me a glorious preview. Her thighs were damp with her desire.
I reached behind me and turned up the little hurricane lamp whose light I’d seen from the outside. It let me see her body in greater detail. While she moved for me, I slid one finger into my heat. Thoroughly slick thanks to the show and the attention she paid me, my nerve endings sparked and flickered. I pulled at my nipple. “God, please I want your body. I want you to own me, make me what you want.”
Those were the words she must have been waiting for. She ended her dance. “Play Blue Eyes playlist.” Low jazz streamed from a speaker on her bookcase. She stood before me, my eyes level with her belly button. I saw a silver ring there. “Please me.”
I leaned forward and put up hands on her round hips. Rather than drawing her to me, I was pulled in like a meteor to Earth’s atmosphere. I could burst into flame and die now and I would be happy. I fell to my knees in front of her and let my tongue find the silver navel ring. Her skin tasted like coconut and tropical fruit. I lapped at her navel, like a huge cat. As I did, I let my fingers find that round ass and massaged it. As I’d imagined, the roundness hid a strength of body in addition to delicious softness. She was a creature of extremes.
“Yes, worship my body.” She worked her fingers into the short hair crowning the top of my head. Nails raked at my scalp, drawing lines of flame across my skull. She pushed downward and I needed no other urging.
My tongue circled over her mound, the skin as soft and delicate as I imagined. Trying desperately not to rush, I still encountered the top of her slit well before I expected to. Her engorged clit peaked out from the pouty pink lips of her vulva. I sucked at it with just the barest amount of pressure and only the very edges of my lips, like I imagined you’d drink the finest champagne. I was rewarded with an explosion of flavor and a thin trickle of her essence.
Our moans sounded together as my fingers found the crack of her ass. I drew her against my face, nose pressing against firmness as my tongue delved into her for the first time. I say this with no hesitation. Her cunt was easily the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. As I searched its depths the best I could, I felt my own pussy open even further. I knew it wasn’t so, but I felt for sure I’d be sitting in a pool of my own making. I wanted to drown in her. I wanted to dissolve now that I finally had what I wanted. Her cries and shouts of joy played counterpoint to the saxophone and bass. Time held no meaning but I knew we had come to a different song. I must have been lapping from her for several minutes and felt her quiver against me time and again.
I broke free from the gravity well that was her body long enough to gaze up at her enraptured face. “I made you a promise if I remember.” My voice was thick with lust, chin and vocal cords coated with her juices.
She looked down at me and nodded, her voice as stolen as mine had been earlier.
I got to my feet and moved behind her. It was my turn to take her. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She supported herself by her elbows on the couch. “Take me. Oh my god, please.”
I spread her ass wide and could just make out the dark pink bud waiting for me. I buried my face between mounds of flesh and wormed my tongue into her tightness. She must have readied herself before I got there as I could still taste the coconut over her own natural flavors. While my tongue plunged deeper and deeper into her, I slid one finger after another into her molten cunt. While I slowly fucked both of her openings, the thumb of my free hand found her clit, which had to have been half an inch long now.
Ragged grunting and glossolalia were all SP could manage at this point. She would try and swear or beg or command, but it was nothing more than a mélange of breathy sibilants.
I felt her body begin to crescendo towards her next orgasm. I pulled my mouth from its happy home and eased my body beside hers so I could continue working my whole hand into her while speaking into her ear. “I want to fuck you like this every night. I want to bathe in your essence. I want to come to know every sexy square inch of you. I want to fill our nights with passion and music and fucking.”
My SP threw her head back and screamed at the ceiling. “Yes, oh fuck yes. Oh my sweet blue eyes. I want to fuuuuu. Uh. Uh.” She clamped around my hand, almost up to my wrist. When I’d remarked on her muscular strength earlier I wasn’t overestimating. The contraction molded my hand into a new shape and I managed to pull it free before she crushed it all together.
I threw my body against hers from behind, connected by nothing but skin on skin and desire. She ground her backside against me and it felt for a moment like we were bound on a molecular level. Our skin had fused from heat and sex and love. With a motion equal parts desire not to collapse on a hard floor and one gravity well moving on another, I managed to pull her onto the loveseat and we curled there as best we could, a tangle of heaving breasts and limbs.
Our sessions over the phone would continue and after that night we would find many ways, places, and new and exciting scenarios to enjoy our bond. In this moment of union though, I had claimed her and she had claimed me, one for the other, hopefully without end.