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An afternoon with Stephanie

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I was a lucky boy. True StoryI was 17 years old; it was the early 80's in sun-drenched Southern California. I was a Junior in High School, had a very casual living arrangement that involved me crashing at my Dad's with his new (secretary) wife, and having a car of my own, with plenty of freedom outside of maintaining at school. Life was really just easy as hell.She... Wow...To borrow a line from AC/DC ..She was a fast machine/kept her motor clean... Stephanie was the kind of girl you look at and think trouble. Standing about 5'3" in 5" heels and weighing probably 95 pounds; prone to wearing black leggings (of the sort that hug the ass oh so nicely) and low cut tops with black bras peeking out from beneath (this was the 80's after all).She was older than you would first think, but when you spent a little time around her you could see it. She admitted to 34, but could have been as much as ten years older for all I know. Twice my age, very sexy, and French to boot! She had a wonderful firm ass, and gorgeous b-cups, with nice lift and her smallish areoles, with their firm cylindrical nipples, which were well positioned on the upper side of her definitively perky breasts.I'll leave the telling of her seduction of me to another story. This one concerns an "average" afternoon liaison during the time that we were lovers (and I was probably the most envied guy in school).It would be about 2:45 in the afternoon. I'd be driving from school towards home with the windows in my '68 Olds Delta 88 down and the tape deck connected to the Pioneer 6 x 9's was probably blaring TSOL, Social Distortion, or Suicidal Tendencies.As I would wheel the big old beast into the parking place outside of Stephanie's place the bulge in my Levis' would be very pronounced. At 17, a male can maintain a lot of excitement. I'd hit the end of my cig, crush it out in the ashtray, and meander up to the porch, where I would usually take a minute to "check myself" -- including a good feel in my pants, just because I could.Sometimes she would be waiting in a fancy piece of lingerie, or she might be in jeans and a T-shirt. Sometimes she might be fresh out of the shower and wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. Sometimes I might catch her "cleaning house" in an oversized shirt and (maybe) panties. It didn't matter a whole lot, as everything would come off pretty quickly. Sometimes subtlety is lost on youth.We always greeted each other with a deep kiss, and she would almost always pull my jeans down and grope my (very ready) package right away.. She always made a big deal out of feeling my hard cock and then bringing her hands to her nose and smelling them for any suggestion of another woman's scent. (Nothing seems to bring horny women out of the woodwork like the knowledge that a certain male is "taken" -- but that again, falls into the "another story" category).After the "sniff test", Stephanie would usually proceed to sucking on my very eager organ. Sometimes, she would just fondle me, squeezing my throbbing cock firmly in her small hands, while marveling at the swelling this would produce in my cock-head. I've never claimed to be the heaviest hung guy in the world, but I've hit 7 inches with "encouragement". Usually I managed a solid 6 plus inches, with respectable girth. I have fairly large hands, and something is always "sticking out" so to speak. In Stephanie's small hands, I felt like a giant.She was an eager cock-gobbler, with a pretty refined technique. She also never made the mistake of thinking that mouth action alone was enough. She would get her hand going in variation of the corkscrew twist, with her tongue and lips concentrating on the head of my cock. I would be speechless and helpless in her hands, half the time with my pants around my ankles, my hard-on raging in the wind, and she might decide to push my shirt up and play with my nipples. I usually came for the first time at this point. Sometimes she would simply take it all the way -- swallowing my entire load and sucking and massaging me for more. Sometimes she wanted me to come on her tits, which I was always eager to do. She would pump every last drop from me, and then start to lick the come off her own chest, using tongue and fingers to full dramatic effect.Fortunately 17-year-old males have a rapid recovery time. By the time my orgasmic shudders had ceased we would be in the bedroom, kissing passionately. We "French kissed" constantly, and it never bothered me (in fact it excited me) to taste my own come on her lips. I also loved to lick my come off of her breasts.Stephanie had wonderful breasts. Nothing huge, but very firm and very perky B-cups, with the nipples pointed to the sky.. She had quarter-size aureoles, and nipples that would put a pencil eraser to shame. I truly loved fondling and licking her chest, being sure to circle around the nipples and pay close attention to places normally untouched -- such as the area underneath the breasts, in that little crease that is ever so rarely exposed. She was very orgasmic, and could come from my skillful manipulations of her breasts and nipples. It was always very gratifying to feel the warm fluids running from her pussy as I nibbled on her erect nipples, or took the majority of her breast into my mouth while slowly tonguing the nipple. Sometimes I would simply grasp her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and bear down, gently at first, and then with more and more pressure. Then I found out about nipple clamps -- sorry another story opportunity.At this point I normally had a very hot, very naked woman squirming around and begging for my tongue or my cock. Since I had already had a release, I would be in the mood for some serious teasing now.I don't know if it is true about the French and Oral Sex; but Stephanie certainly taught me to eat pussy properly. With her all hot and bothered underneath me on the bed, I loved to kiss her from top to bottom. Sometimes I would spend 10 or more minutes sucking her toes or fingers before moving back to circling her nipples with my tongue. Often, merely blowing air across her nipples would cause her pussy to gush more of her warm, slippery fluid.She always tasted so fresh and clean that I was never put off or embarrassed to go down on her, I learned to suck and nibble her labia, how to apply pressure (with my hand, thigh, knee, or chin) to her pubic mound, and when to engulf her engorged clitoris with my mouth and tongue. A favorite "move" of mine was to come up from driving my tongue into her soaking pussy and kiss her as deeply as possible. She loved to taste herself off of my lips, and I could usually feel her hips gyrate uncontrollably.I really came to love the taste and feel of a woman. The silky smoothness of her inner thighs. The scent and taste of an aroused woman. Looking up at her as she shudders in delight and her breasts heave with orgasm while I can feel her pussy contacting around my tongue and her hands on the side of my head pulling me in closer. Those amazing involuntary hip movements that speak louder than a thousand books.Now that I had Stephanie all "hot and bothered", I loved to insinuate myself gently between her legs. I always took plenty of time to pay attention to those heaving, sweaty breasts, and on occasion I might slip my hand between her slick thighs and give a quick feel, rub, or penetration. She loved it when I would scoop up her juices and let her suck them off of my finger. I loved it when she scooped up her juices and had me suck them off her finger. Or when she would reach down and take her pussy lube and spread it on my cock.Now, I, a 17-year-old boy, had a very worked up woman on my hands. I can't begin to explain how hot this made me. I would place my mouth over one of her delicious nipples, and slide my hips "just so "so my throbbing cock lay along her beautiful slit. I could bear down on her nipple with my mouth, tongue, and teeth, while sliding my very excited cock along her hot, moist slit. I loved it when she would pump her hips in an attempt to maximize the friction on her clit. Sometimes I would let her get the head entrapped in the warm, delicious folds of her pussy, and then pull back before I actually slipped into her. One of my personal favorites was when she would grab my throbbing cock and rub the head (particularly the slit) against her clitoris. Between the pleasures I was giving, and the pleasure I was getting, I might just come at this point. Again, at 17 erections are easy to come by.Now for the main event. Stephanie is more than ready for me, and I am aching for her. I let her wiggle her hips into place, and feel my cock separating the outer labia. At this point, my cock is lying on top of her dripping slit, with the ever-so-sensitive underside brushing against her clit and her trimmed bush. I now have to pretend that I don't want to just drive my meat into her willing body. Maybe I'll allow her to rub her clitty against my head, and start to grind for pleasure, but I'll pull my hips back just enough to disengage. She might reach down and begin to drive her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, but I will grab her hand and divert it to my mouth. Sometimes she would even grab me around the hips in a scissor lock and grind against whichever part of my body was available. The longer this would go on, the hotter we got.Eventually, my will would wear out, and I would allow her magic fingers to guide me directly to the gates of paradise.I can only attempt to capture in words how that first slide into Heaven feels on a throbbing erection. Think of cool water on a hot and humid day. Think of a delicious meal when you haven't eaten for days. Think of ice cream. candy and popsicles. All fall short. Gliding my overheated cock into her even hotter pussy was the best thing that ever happened to me. (Fortunately it happened over and over again). Because of a certain "bend" to my anatomy there was always a moment where the thickest part of my cock "popped" through the exterior vaginal muscles and I would slide all the way in to the hilt. Pure bliss.Once I had a moment to enjoy that very special "pop", I would usually let my cock settle into position, while shifting my (and her) hips around a bit to get solid contact between out genitals. A very real benefit of my slenderness and hers was that we could "grind" with exceptional sensitivity. With me solidly between her legs, raging hard-on fully engulfed in her warm and willing pussy, I could then move my mouth and hands back to other parts of her body. To have one breast in my mouth, one in my hand, and my other cupping her buttocks, while I "rode" her mons pubis was pure heaven. I could usually get 3 or 4 orgasms out of her (I told you she was very orgasmic) in this manner.By now, my poor cock is crying out for some release. Now I can really let my instincts fly and do my best to screw the daylights out of this woman. My thrusts become more insistent, and I pull further out on the backstroke. I want to feel cool air between us for a moment before I thrust back in to the hilt. I take my thrust to the fullest, trying to make that contact with her pubic patch as firm as possible. Feeling our hairs curl together for a moment with the juices of our bodies shining in the dim light -- ahh, what ecstasy. Pulling slowly out of her with my sweat dripping off of my chest onto her, pausing for a moment to smile at each other before I plunge back into her magic box, staring into her wide-open eyes the whole while.Sometimes I could go on for a long time, but usually the pleasure would overwhelm me, and I would be on the brink of coming. Stephanie always loved it when I came: she seemed fascinated by it. Sometimes she wanted my juice pumped deep in her pussy, and sometimes she wanted to swallow it. I liked it best when she wanted me to come on her. Please, come all over my tits!Yes baby, glad to please. I'd stroke her deep and hard until the tingling in my balls grew unbearable. Then I would pull out and she would jump to get my tool pointed at her chest,. If I thought I needed it I might stroke myself a couple of times, but usually just the sight of her underneath me, sweaty breasts heaving, hips gyrating, and eyes glazed with lust would be more that enough to bring me over the edge. She loved to grab my cock just as it started to spurt and aim the head directly at her nipples. She would usually wrap her hands and/or lips around my raging hard-on and milk every last drop out of me. A smiling, sweaty, and very well fucked woman who is dragging her fingers across her hard nipples to remove the last of your eruption, before sucking her fingers dry is not a sight to be missed.I was a very lucky young man.

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