There Was

Kippie Chiquita and Lenora Block could have been twins, in a negative positive reversal kind of universe. Even though I didn’t meet Lenora for years after I first met Kippie.

One hot summer twilight as I was moping, or as a teen I identified it as hanging around, the park bench where I usually socialized. Alone or sometimes with friends at that age. As now, I did some of my best socializing on my own. It was the time of day when the public park had a shift change from younger children and their mothers, to sub tweens venturing out on their own, into the twilight of the teens.


Alone or in packs.

Across the park, through the playground jungle of slides, swings, and even the insidious teeter totter I spied a hint of yellow in motion. A fluid, hypnotic dancing motion of sorts. A very vibrant hint of yellow that moved through the park in my general direction. Almost like the last rays of sunshine of a day.

What began as a slight visual cue slowly blossomed into full tilt visual stimulus. What started as an object of yellow slowly revealed itself and morphed into a person. Not just any person, but a very lithe young woman. Prancing with pointed toes. Cantering with very light blonde curly permed hair bouncing about with an added spin or two for effect. I could barely make out the other person with her. Her accompaniment walked with that sulky directness that could only be identified as mopey.

Just like me. 

Unlike me, female.

Unlike Kippie, very nondescript and working very hard at staying that way.  

As Kippie danced her way onto my turf details began to take hold. She was wearing a very yellow and bright kind of pant suit halter top combo platter that clung tightly to her shapely legs, around her round behind, and a halter that flounced gingerly over her spare breasts. Clinging just enough to reveal the firm lusciousness which were the Telos of her tits without giving nary a clue to the fullness of those obscured delights. The halter top tied off around her slender neck with a simple hand tied bow that peeped out from under her flouncing blond bob.

Her skin was so white that she almost disappeared under the glare of her yellow jumpsuit giving her overall presence a glow as she flitted about her glum gray friend. This friend always seemed to accompany Kippie in our encounters to come, but she was so forgettable that I am unable to recall her having ever given her name. I can only refer to her as Not Lenora. Nope, indeed Lenora would not appear for quite a few years hence.

Once Kippie and company finished traversing the length of the park it only took moments for her to be chattering away gaily about this and that and the other thing in my ear. Sometimes roaming about my park bench, sometimes sitting either way to near, or way to far on the bench. She spoke of many things. Many things that sent my imagination reeling and put my heart racing. I would focus on her face which shimmered when she spoke. Her expressive eyes of cerulean blue twinkling as the sun set and the night cooled. Her lips had a dash of pink about them as did her cheeks. Either her natural coloring or the lightest touch of make -up were equally suspect. Who knew? Who cared? She spoke and I listened. She laughed and I smiled. She would rise up and again prance on the park path before me and I would follow her movements, not just with my eyes, but with my whole being.

All I recall is being totally enchanted by everything she said or did on that evening, yet unable to reasonably articulate or recount a thing she said because she communicated in a language that was only gilded with words. Her message to me was buried in the sub-carrier vibration that fill the space between all matter and glues all together despite the perceived void.

Her yellow halter hid from me the mysteries I sought. Her tight yellow pants, so shear as to allow her energy to breath in the summer heat while containing all the mystery my young mind could muster.  Her blond hair crowned and poised upon her delicate featured face as she shared unrevealed wisdom of all that I could ever wish to know.

Her familiar lurked.  Still afoot, though I knew not where. Nor cared. Kippie was this night. In the spotlight of the twilight she touched my cheek lightly. Her charge filled me with light, and she flitted on her merry way, all prance and canter and spin about her lumbering gray host as they left the park. My eyes followed, but I did not. I had not been invited to join on this night.

Kippie would own many a night that summer, but only if Kippie wanted to take possession of that time slot. I would find Kippie in the park at the strangest times. She would come out of nowhere. Almost seemed like she lived in the bushes. She claimed she went to the schools I went to, yet no one I knew knew her. She knew the names of many of my friends and teachers , yet none seemed to recall her. She seemed to know every nook and cranny of our neighborhood. It’s Folklore and rampant rumor of all the goings on in the neighborhood that made up my universe at this time were within her purview. I had no interest in the larger world. She shared my indifference of events abroad in the city other than our immediate location. My indifference inflated as my infatuation grew. I lived for our chance meetings in the park. I learned that the presence of Not Lenora was of no concern to me. She seemed to be there when Kippie wanted, and not when Kippie did not. I was starting to view my existence as such. Kippie. No Kippie . That was all the data I required.

I was beside myself whether lacking full Kippie Chiquita immersion or with her full intention.

It was my digital reality.

1= Kippie.

0= No Kippie.

Was this a healthy state of mind?

Highly unlikely.

Had I found my bliss?


I recall spending hours making out on the park bench that summer. Her curvy bottom in her yellow pants wriggling on my lap while we french kissed. Our tongues danced a Tarantella as her yellow halter top loosened enough to tease me with glimpses of  forbidden pink nipple. Taut and needy.  Our tongues dared each other to submit. Our breath mingled. Or lips pressed. Teased. Introduced. Demurred. Interlocked. Coaxed. Cajoled each other into accepting our desires.

Then feasted.

Devoured each other.

Time passed.


Functionally Disfunctional

In the morning

In the evening

She would be waiting

She would be on her knees

In a jiffy

Taking me in her mouth

Taking me with swirling tongue

Sucking lips

Slurping in between gagging reflexes

She sure knew how to suck my cock

But then her tight little cunt would call me

I know some women don’t like that word

I don’t care

She loved it

Demanded it

I obliged

I would talk about her cunt

How it felt to be in her cunt

How her cunt felt on my fingers

Her whispering cunt

Her tasty cunt

Her wet cunt

Her tight cunt

She would come on the spot

From me talking cunt

Then I would push into her cunt

With my stiff cock

Hard at the thought of her cunt

Harder than ever

Harder than Chinese Algebra

My cock splitting her cunt wide open

She would come again

And again

Fucking her between clenching orgasms

Could be challenging

Because she came a lot

Clenching orgasms

Shivering orgasms

Screaming orgasms

Oh how she came

Because her cunt was



I would come too

Und jetzt

On her knees between my legs

I’m in her mouth

Again she would suck me

Lick my balls

Her fingers would stroke

She wants me to come in her mouth



Begin the Beguine again

5. Debbie Do

5 Do What You Will


As my fingers danced around Debbie’s delightfully moist cunt I gazed down upon her still sheathed breast. The nipple concealed under the fabric were just beginning to harden and protrude amidst the large brown aureole of her hefty breast. I wanted her completely naked now. So I reached down and pulled her gently towards me by her shoulders to a sitting position and lifted her sheer black gown over her head revealing those voluminous treasures beneath. Debbie yielded as I revealed her short shorn head of black hair and I gasped in admiration of her full olive skinned nakedness, She seized that opportunity to push me and send me sprawling on the floor. With that she pounced.


Debbie positioned her now flowing pussy on the knob of my cock and rotated her slim hips on it’s tip. I looked down and saw her streaming juices flowing over the shaft of my throbbing cock which glistened in the candle light. “Now I’ve got you,” she hissed and began to apply her weight to engulf me into her. But there was more resistance on the massive knob of my cock than either of us expected and we looked at each other with wide eyes. “Oh my,” she rasped.

As I looked up at her form I was transfixed. There she was, poised on the tip of my dick. Huge heaving boobs with large dark aureoles swaying gently with each breath. Her swarthy skin glistening with a light sheen of perspiration, and her delightful box drooled over my cock.  She was the everything all those months of office fantasy promised and more. I reached out with both hands to her soft belly and ran them slowly to her hips and around her thin waist as I ogled her full bosom. I ran my hands up under those glorious tits lifting them and then cradling them with my palms. So much territory to cover and all the time in the world to appreciate their softness. My fingers found her growing nipples and I tweaked them gently.  I could feel her cunt slowly inching over the knob of my cock, but still she seemed hesitant to force her quivering snatch all the way on to it. I couldn’t wait. I rose on my heels, bent my knees, slid my hands to Debbie’s waist, and gave an upward thrust with legs, knees and hips, and buried myself in her. She was wonderfully tight and yelped with delight. I began pumping into her with abandon. With each thrust my knees pushed her higher to the heavens and as my hips fell to earth my Debbie’s tits would bounce as her twat hungrily squeezed and tightened around me in her downward fall to earth. She had great muscle control of her pussy as she rotated and pulled up to the knob in anticipation of my next thrust. Her snatch seemed to suck along the shaft of my cock and spread over the head outmaneuvering the best blow job I had ever received. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts full against my chest and began to work her tiny bottom up and down for a close quarter furious fuck. I could only submit and enjoy.


Her breasts against me and the cooch job she was doing on me had me close to coming so I used some muscle control of my own and bore down to keep from spewing fiery jizz up in her. When Debbie felt the spasms of my first dry orgasm she leaned up and back to give me the full view of her delightful body in frantic full frontal cowgirl gallop. The sight was incredible as she continued to ride and bounce above, but since my dick stayed hard after she thought I came she gazed down in wonder. She continued fondling my cock with her snatch in abandon but demanded between plunging, “I thought you came”


“Yes I did,” I said with a grin. “But this is no time for small talk.” and seized the moment to grasp her ass and lift it to the divan for further explorations of her cunt with me on top now.


I looked down at her breasts as they fell to the side of her delightfully compact body and began to furiously fuck my raven haired wench who had teased me with her delights for so long in the office place. With each downward thrust I felt her hips reaching up to meet with the moist smacking sound of ecstasy. I would rotate my hips clockwise and she would spin hers counter swirling my cock in her clamping cunt. I was grunting as I lost control of my breath and groaned loudly. I would pull out and feel the prodigious knob of my prick spread her tightened pussy lips. Those tender lips would greedily clutch as they spread over my tip only for me to force my way back in to Debbie as she cried out with delight. Yet I did not give up the jizz, pausing to shiver and shake in internal ecstasy, only to take up the full thrusting assault on Debbie’s insatiable quim with vigor and resolve. Debbie was delirious in the depths of desire and discombobulation. I was sweating as I immersed myself in every sensation of this insatiable fuck.


As I had Debbie sprawled on the edge of the divan my hands were free to roam those massive tits which I desired for so long as I pounded into her delicious snatch. Her nipples were solid and firm between my fingers. My hands were full of Debbie. With each push I felt her getting nearer and nearer the edge as we wailed in unison about fucking her deeper and harder. I gazed down upon my little Debbie and watched her body reverberate in quivers as she lost control and said those magic words.


“Do whatever you want to me”


I may never know exactly what Debbie meant by that. But I do know over the next few minutes, hours, days, and year, I would. But then again she did too.


But this was a moment to gain confirmation. So I hiked up a bit and pulled her little behind into a more advantageous position. I pulled my cock out so only the oversized head of my dick was poised barely touching her now sopping snatch and used my free hand to massage her engorged clit. “What was that,” I asked?


Debbie was way too distracted at first. She was writhing under my attentions, but her eyelids parted and what she had said seemed to dawn on her. She looked at me with glazed brown eyes. I moved my hips slightly to maintain a periodic gentle parting of her gash while still working my thumb gently over her responsive clit.


“No time for small talk,” she moaned, “You know what I said.” With that I took her ass in hand and pulled her to the floor with me. As she impaled herself on my steely rod we were face to face , eye to eye.


“Yes I do Debbie,” I said. We then commenced the sort of face to face Kama Sutra fuck that odes are written about. Her ass in my hands. Her tits in my face. Our sighs  bounding into the void of the wee hours of the night. But the words “Do what you want to me,” gushed in my head just as my load was gushing into Debbie.

The Easter Bunnies Cumming


It was a different time. It was a younger time. It was a cumming of age time. One might say cumming was on mine and Rene’s mind all the time. Sensitivities were different. Knowledge of many things were different and learned slowly, intimately, often with great effort and reticence often brought about by the shyness of youth and reservations of opening up to the ignorance we wallowed in.


The major characters in this moment of time were myself, Rene, a lovely though politically insensitive black and white rabbit fur jacket, and a big plush pink bunny suit. All hopped down memories bunny trail to fatefully meet smack dab in the middle of the cosmic basket of my life.


Rene loved that fur jacket. Her long straight blond hair framed her delicate features and came to rest pleasingly upon her accented fur covered shoulders. It soon became a favorite amorous prop of hers.  The jacket would end perfectly above her heart shaped derriere. Her slim waist and sometime incongruously bare midriff despite the weather’s necessitating a fur jacket were beside the point. Once we were snuggled in our bunny hutch she hopped about in tiny lace panties and furry bunny jacket. This tableau often had me bursting early and often. My own personal fears, though Rene would fulsomely claim otherwise, was way too early way too often. But that chapter of irrational youthful exuberance was drawing to a close as spring time approached.


Still memories lingered back to the Christmas morning when I gifted dear Rene with that bunny jacket. She actually squealed with delight at un-boxing this furry delight. She hugged it tight to her firm young bosom until her wintry robe fell to the floor and the jacket took over her short teddy nightie.


She found a full length mirror and preened to her heart’s content while I enjoyed the view with rising anticipatory erectus. Her long legs exaggerated by the hefty furry enrapture was an optical illusion to my roiling limbic system’s delight.


Soon her legs enwrapped me as I licked her quivering bunny snatch while my eyes peer over her blond fringed bunnies mound as she hugged my primitive gift of animal fur close her her pitter pattering heart. I could feel her heart thrumming through my tongue as It glided hippity hoppity through her flowery flowing furrows. But when I pierced her molten snatch I burst forth almost immediately in my heated lustful excitement.


Far from appearing disappointed, she covered me in sweet kisses and affections until it was time for us to make our holiday rounds.


As I drove to her parents house for our big Christmas dinner Rene was unusually snuggly next to me crowding my end of the long front bench seat of my big ol Bonneville. She felt warm and soft next to me as the big V-8 engines heat exchange kept the car interior toasty. Good thing because she worked my stick out of my holiday suit and played with my four on the floor intently and lovingly all over the river and through the woods.  By the time we pulled up to grandmother’s house her sweet blond head dropped to my lap and swallowed me whole forthwith.. Because of my highly charged state from her holiday drive handy work it just took a couple of bobs in her tasty mouth while I caressed her bunny fur covered back for me to cum copiously in her mouth. She swallowed me all up deftly leaving nary a drop on my holiday finery. As she reclined back resplendent in her fur she brought to mind Guinevere in her winter coach being delivered to King Arthur’s Court in the movie Camelot. She was every bit as fine as Julie Christie as she straightened her make up in her compact mirror. She smiled sweetly and asked slyly, “Ready for Mummy and Daddy?”


After the grilling from her family and their marked disapproval of me spending my money on such an extravagance of a fur jacket, bunny or not, we had a good meal , gift exchange, and libations. A good time was had by all.


Fatigued and on our way to my family’s Christmas Night light supper and gift exchange Rene was more subdued during that drive, but just as lovely. My parents being older than hers I think she felt more sexually repressed in their expectant presence as only more antiquated  generations can deliver.


So when we arrived at my place with bellies full and plum tuckered out from the day we fell into sweet dreams in each others arms with little more than a lick and a promise of future follies.


It was the next few months of cold winter snuggling that made me realize that the gift of animal pelts still cut deep in the thoroughly modern psyche of young woman of that time. Or at least it clearly hit Rene right smack dab in her libido.


To say the least, her interest in sex was altered. Frequency, variety in locations, positions, amazing feats of daring do, not to mention trying new things too. Was it the jacket? Was it the times? Was it her growth as a woman? I will never know. All I know is our sexual detente menu went from me cajoling, coaxing, and sometimes down right pleading; to her staking her claim as a full appetite sexually wanton being.


I was in heaven.


She would show up at my door at all times. The fur covering her usually scantily clad top with either hip hugger jeans  poised perfectly on her full womanly hips below. Sometime a peasant skirt with nothing else underneath was the temptation dujour. When weather started to warm the fur coat was only thing between the world and her sweet swelling protruding pink nippled breasts. Of what joy it was to unwrap her on those occasions.


Or I would come home to find her curled up on the couch wearing only brief black panties, fur jacket open enough to tease the swell and curve of her champagne glass sized boobs. We would spend hours petting, fondling, fingering, kissing, and  licking each other. Sadly even with all this action, the excitement of my newly unbridled nymph, when I entered her what little control I had once had was gone and I would cum buckets full of rich creamy jizz deep inside my beloved. She was always discreet about her orgasms, but now they were shivers at best from my penetrating efforts. Still she seemed satisfied from our oral and sleight of hand communions.


Of course the more I tried to not cum  it seemed the briefer our copulation encores became. Still every chance she would service me anywhere with her sweet rose bud mouth and I would slather adoration between her sweet gapped thighs at every opportunity.


Winter turned to spring. I was out killing time at second hand shops working on my fashion sense and searching for items that would fuel Rene’s new found delight in playing dress up fuck fuck games.


There it was.


A big pink faux fur bunny suit. Resplendent with floppy ears. Buck teeth. A fluffy white tail and a very thoughtful back trap door and discreet front button fly. I knew what I had to do. Being ever cautious about garments from second hand shops my first stop was a dry cleaner. After all the inner tag of the Bugs suit said dry clean only and the little woman behind the counter did not bat an eye when I presented her with her task at hand. Clearly she had stranger ducks on her counter than this pink bunny suit. It would be ready the Thursday before Easter. Perfect.


Thursday after work I made the bunny stop at the dry cleaners and went straight home. Rene was coming over per our plans, but I was not sure exactly when. All I had to do was strip down , shower, bunny up and wait. I was in my favorite chair waiting when I heard her key in the door. When she opened the door she looked like she had just stepped out of the iconic scene from “Pretty Woman” Knee high heeled black boots, booty short black mini skirt, topped off with her black and white rabbit fur jacket. For some reason she had also curled her hair into big hair territory. This was not your mama’s Rene from down the block. She was a full tilt fantasy. I could see her pause for a moment. At first she seemed unsure about being presented with a big pink bunny sitting where she expected to see me. I was not about to wait around for introductions. I stood and my stiff steely cock popped right out of the open button fly of bunny-land. With a glance she recognized me.


“Well hello Easter Bunny.”


As I made my approach her hand instinctively reached for the matter bobbing between us. I deftly sidestepped and smoothed her bunny fur cover shoulders and led her to our table. My hands slid between her open jacket front and smoothed her sides with just a glancing caress of her breasts as I took her by her hips and bent her over the table. A brief journey up her mini skirt found her panties which I pulled down too her ankles in one fell swoop. I pried the filly pantie from one booted ankle but purposely left it loitering around her other ankle for aesthetic effect. With her skirt up over her perfect heart shaped behind I ran my hands over the soft luscious bunny fur on her back as I entering her deep with nary a how do ya do. She was molten, viscous, and very ready. My hands moved under her coat know and found her delicious erect nipples while I cupped her perfectly formed tits in my greedy bunny gloved hand. I think the glove fabric rubbing her tender tits made her gasps and I felt an initial pleasure spasm around my still fully immersed cock. Her snatch was needy and clutching as I pulled out. Next thrust gave way gradually as if her cunt was trying to feel every slick throbbing measure of my intrusion deep down into her sweet swale swatch of heaven. Her distended clitoris caressed my balls each time I paused my plunge deep inside and stirred her steamy rabbit hole. Being inside Rene was glorious and I would dawdle deep with in her, stirring my prick inside as to whip her into a frothy frenzy. At first I felt her fingers playing with her clit from below. Then as I stirred the pot some more I felt them cradle my balls as they worked with her furrows. So focused was I on her moans and quivering machinations below I had lost all track of the fine furious fucking we were doing. I was in the moment. I was in Rene and all other matters dissipated. Then she came like never before. Soaking me, the table and the bunny suit. Never had she made such a ruckus while we humped.


I still had yet to say a word, but I know my moans were in harmony with hers. She took me by my still hard and unspent cock and led me to the bed. She fell on her back, the coat was open her blouse was unbuttoned, by which I mean all the buttons were now gone in my frenzied frolic, revealing to my eyes those perfect breasts and nipples to be fondled. This time with visual guidance more precision was achieved. She wailed as her feet found my shoulders with the white pantie flying from one leg as a sign of complete surrender.  I stumbled in deep from above. She came again leaving her eyes glassy. She began talking incoherent bunny filth about filling her basket, tweaking her pink jelly beans harder, make my peeps go squish, and ram that big white chocolate bunny into me all the way to its big clumsy feet.


“Oh thank you Easter Bunny!” she moaned to which we parroted our favorite Cadbury eggs commercial with a hearty ”Buck Buck.”


Laughing we came again. We collapsed on the bed. She ripped my bunny head off and covered me in deep passionate kisses for the rest of that weekend. When we weren’t fucking like rabbits of course.  


Why hiding under a big pink bunny suit would help me out of my premature dilemma is another one of life’s many mysteries. Thank you Easter Bunny indeed.


First drafts may not be the best drafts but they sure are fun. P.S.

Aural Sex

TMI Tuesday: April 16, 2019

Hey, how are you? I hope this TMI Tuesday finds you well.

1. Would you rather get a spanking in front of your family or do a striptease at your workplace?

I would strip at my workplace. The ones I care about already know about my lascivious proclivities so no harm, no foul. Besides once I expose myself at work I would be sacked for sexual harassment,  so it would be time for the next chapter anyway,

2. You are a sexy blue cherub .

3. Hey baby tonight bathe me. Bathe me real good.

4. Would you rather have a rewind button or a pause button on your life?

A pause button so I could take a breath and plot my next move with an infinite amount of time to second guess myself.

5. Would you rather have noisy sex neighbors or nosy neighbors?

Noisy sex neighbors because I just adore aural sex.

Bonus: Would you rather mentally or physically never age? Why?

Physically never age so my present mind could stop making promises that my body can’t do.


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the a mind would stop makingpromisesthat bove TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

4. Debbie Do

4 Into The Breach


I was distracted all day at work. Not to mention prone to spontaneous hard ons throughout the day. I was feeling sixteen again. The promise of getting together with Debbie that evening had me wild with anticipation. I was finally going to be able to embrace that fully packed little body of hers and sample all of those delights. My mind was racing as the day dragged on. I had a quick lunch with a client whom I think was hoping for a long liquid lunch on the expense account. But I was not going to miss out on Debbie’s delights because of a misguided liquid sales effort. Even us ad whores have to look out for our own interests from time to time.


I got back after lunch to messages. Good thing I showed restraint because clients were headed over with more changes. The absent Executive Creative Director had a few things she wanted us to try. Oh well. More billable time was good. I just hoped we could get through it by a decent hour. The other plus was it would make the afternoon go quicker, rather than me sitting around with a hard on thinking of the evening with Debbie Do.


We finished up at seven so the minute the clients were out of the room I tried Debbie’s office line. It went to her voice mail so I immediately called her home number. When Debbie picked up she said, “I was hoping you would call. Are you done there?”


“Yes I am. I was wondering if you were up for some company”


“Company?” she queried. “Well, you called at just the right time. I have something I want to show you,” she said demurely.


“I’ll be there in a half hour.” I said


“Good,” Debbie said and hung up the phone.


I was glad she had something to show me, because I had a few things I knew I wanted to see. I finished up and was at Debbie’s door in twenty eight minutes exactly.


When she opened the door I saw a large candle lit room and caught the smell of incense burning. She was wearing a flowing black diaphanous garment. Even in the dim light it showed off her compact and curvy body in delightful detail. She walked away giving me the see through view of her small but extremely mobile derriere.


“Come on in and lock the door behind you,” she said over her shoulder, checking to see where my eyes were fixed. I closed the door and fumbled with the locks hurriedly. When I turned she was in the center of the room. The room was nicely appointed and decorated in an eclectic style. There were many tapestries on the walls and the windows were heavily curtained. It was furnished with a large modern sectional with expansive flat surfaces and pillows of many sizes and shapes. Also two large chairs obviously designed for comfort as well as functionality. In my mind I was thinking of the possibilities, which I suspect Debbie had also taken into account with the furniture choices. This was an entertainment room.


She spun around so I could watch the garment flow about her body and was impressed to see her large breasts held up firmly without the aid of any support. I was never good with cup and chest size estimates, but they had to be at least 38DD. On her small five foot two inch frame they were a sight to behold. As she faced me I drank in how the fabric clung nicely over the tops of her breasts and plunged down to final closure just above her belly button. I could see the outline of her large brown aureoles through the sheer black gown. I must have gotten lost in admiring her because she snapped me back to the moment by saying, “Are you just going to stand there gaping at me all night.”


“I was just taking in the view”, I said audibly catching my breath. I approached her DD4slowly while she posed patiently in the middle of the room. My hand found her cheek gently and caressed down to her neck and slid to the back along her hairline. Because of the height difference she leaned her head back while I bent down to savor our first tentative kiss. Debbie had full pouty lips and I savored their softness as our lips gently pressed. I lingered slowly on her lower lip and realized that this was the first time we kissed. I let my tongue tease those lips as I went back for a second taste, and she parted her lips ever so slightly and exhaled sharply when I pulled back. I cupped her face in both hands. As I looked down into her large brown eyes and now slightly parted lips I felt a passion rise in me that I haven’t felt since my first exploratory teenage kisses long ago. Her lips parted into a smile and I pulled her body close savoring her ample charms as our tongues met and roved freely in each others mouths. I ran my hands over the sides of her glorious tits and found her waist while Debbie’s tongue fully entered my mouth and we teasingly played a game of lovers tag. Feeling her breasts pressed full against me I felt my cock begin to harden as it pressed against her belly. I knew it was time to move to one of the divans. When we finally broke the kiss she placed her tiny hands on my chest and said, “We have to do something about these clothes of yours.”


With that she began to slowly unbutton my shirt while looking up at me. Her short cropped black hair framed her face, which was serene in the candle lit room. The flickering shadows played seductively along her jaw line and reflected playfully in her dark brown eyes. I enjoyed her hands delicately working my clothes off piece by piece. She undid my belt, pant button, and zipper and dropped to her knees as she slid them down my legs. Usually the large knob on the end of my prick tends to weigh it down but my excitement was so extreme that knob and shaft where standing parallel to the floor and brushed lightly against Debbie’s face as she was pulling my drawers down. She looked up at my cock with a hungry animal intensity I had never seen in a lady before. Her hands slid up my thighs, along either side of my balls, shaft, and she held the knob in both hands admiringly while she rose from her knees. Her eyes then locked with mine and we kissed again as I stepped out of my trousers that were now on the floor. Her hands glided up my stomach and chest and her fingers laced behind my neck. My hardened member was pushed up between us and the tip was pressing ever so lightly against the bottoms of her massive breasts which were squashed against me.

I maneuvered her back as in a dance towards the sectional with a twirl and flourish as I raised the flowing black gown she was wearing and placed her ass on the edge of expansive white cushions. Gently I placed my hand on her breast and pushed her back on the couch. My hands slid down her slender waist and with a quick squeeze of her delicately proportioned rump ran my hands up along back of thighs, knees, calves, till I grasped each delicate ankle. With that I spread her legs wide allowing me to gaze down upon my prize. Her full breasts still sheathed in filmy black fabric that now bunched around her tummy giving me a full gander of the neatly trimmed black landing strip that pointed to the pinkest, tiniest, and wettest beaver I had yet to spy. Her aroma filled my nostrils and senses. Like a bird of prey I swooped down on her snatch as I fell to my knees before her and buried my tongue deep into Debbie’s moist crevice.


I was blinded with desire for her. There was no skill or strategy to this head I was giving her. I was lapping her pussy frantically like a wild beast, devouring her lips, clitoris, and trying impossible extensions of my tongue plunging in a circular motion inside Debbie’s tight flowing snatch. Perhaps the lack of finesse was made up for with my abandon because she was responding famously with heavy sighs and groans and twisting hips as she grabbed the back of my head so firmly that I thought she was trying to pull my entire head into her.  As I worked and gnawed and licked both inside and outside of Debbie’s crotch I felt the tensing and flinching that resulted in her nearly snapping my head off with her strong thighs as her orgasm flowed richly into my mouth while she groaned long and loud to the heavens “I’m Cuuuummminnng!”


Debbie released my head from her grip and sprawled back on the cushions, one of her glorious breasts had popped out of the now totally disheveled black gown. Her olive skin was coated with a light sheen of perspiration that contrasted nicely with the white furniture on which she was trembling while catching her breath. I rose up on my knees which put my throbbing cock in perfect position to slip into my gasping Debbie. But instead I placed it on top of the sweet black landing strip and gently began to finger her sopping cunt. Her initial reaction was as to an electric shock, yet beneath slit glassy eyes her mouth gurgled, “Are you going to fuck me with that or what?”


“Not yet,” I said with a grin. Or was it a smirk?


Debbie groaned loudly as my fingers danced along her inner thighs.