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Desyre comes home later than planned...

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Tom49 Posted on: 05 Jan 2004 1 comments
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Desyre returned around 10:30pm from her trip and was sincerely apologetic for being so "tardy" after having promised to be back before dark. She knew I had missed a date but I assured her it wasn't a big deal...Desyre returned around 10:30pm from her trip and was sincerely apologetic for being so "tardy" after having promised to be back before dark. She knew I had missed a date but I assured her it wasn't a big deal. For me, just being able to see her up close with her clothes on was a treat. I had jacked-off so many times to the Polaroid images of her cum-cover tongue and cum-slick breasts that I knew every inch of her closely shaved pussy, her perky darkly nippled tiny breasts and her luscious cum-loving lips and mouth from memory. She asked how the children had been during the day and then told me about her trip and about some home furnishing items that she had purchased. I offered to help her carry them in, but she noted the late hour and told me that I could help her in the morning. She continued that it was much too late to pedal my bike back to the campus and that she would make up the bed in the spare room upstairs. I could feel the blood rushing into my penis as I thought about sleeping in a room next to "the bed" where the debauchery displayed in the Polaroid pictures had taken place. She insisted that I accept her offer since it was too late to wake the children to drive me back to the frat house and she admitted to being too tired, as well. She then asked me to join her in the living room where she proceeded to pour us each a glass of Travarsky, a sweet orange-flavored liqueur. Though at that age I only drank beer at the campus bars, I readily accepted her offer and was soon downing my third glass of the sweet nectar. Desyre had excused herself to check on the children and when she returned, she had changed into a quilted house coat and scuffy low-heeled slippers. My sort-of fetish for heels and bare feet and legs must have made my hard-on turn to steel as she sat on the floor cross-legged not more than four feet in front of where I was sitting on the couch. She told me the kids were both sleeping soundly and that she had turned down the day-bed in the old nursery next to the master bedroom and had put some of her husband's pajamas on the bed for me to wear. She then asked me if I wanted to take a bath before bed and then without waiting for an answer, she got up and moved over to the couch and sat down on the opposite end, facing me with her legs tucked under her to the side. Her legs were toned and smooth and she wiggled her slippers until they both dangled from her toes as she sat across from me. "Tom", she asked, "Would you like to take a pair of my panties to bed with you?" I was speechless. She continued, "I've noticed that after you baby-sit for the kids you like to waste your virile love-juice in my panties". I stammered that she must be mistaken, but she added, "You can't fool me young man, I've found my wet and cum-stained panties nearly every time you visited, and by the fragrance of your spunk, I know it's not Robert's cum". Now I was squirming and sweating as she smiled and asked me if I had ever seen the pictures that were in the cigar box in her panty drawer. I knew I was busted and she did too. I admitted that I had looked at them a few times and that I had also watched the 8mm films that the Professor had in the box in the closet. "Did you like what you saw", she asked? It didn't take me long to confirm the fact that I loved looking at the pictures of her that were in the box and that I looked at them every time that I had visited, except today when I was there during the daytime. She then slowly untied her robe and opened the front exposing her perfectly formed A+ cup breasts with their almost brown nipples sticking up like pencil-end erasers. Pushing the robe down off her shoulders she leaned forward and reached down to unbuckle my jeans. I didn't say a word as she popped the metal button and unzipped the zipper. Sliding onto the floor, she pulled the jeans and my jockey shorts down and off of my legs as I lifted my butt off of the seat cushion and kicked of my sneakers. She was now kneeling between my knees as my throbbing cock thumped against my stomach. She moved her hands up under my Izod jersey and helped me pull it over my head. I was now lying back on the couch, nude, except for my white crew socks, and she was totally naked except for her light blue low-heeled slippers. As she dropped my shirt on top of her housecoat on the floor, she leaned down and began to lick my balls and gently touch my pulsing cock with her tiny hands. She couldn't grip entirely around my dick with one hand so she placed both hands around the base of my penis and folded her fingers like she was praying. She began to stroke my cock with a gentle squeeze and release pumping motion as she continued to lick my ball-sack. I was flexing my legs as she licked and pumped, licked and pumped bringing me to a peak and then squeezing tightly around my cock-head until my excitement subsided from a peak. She certainly knew what she was doing and seemed to enjoy getting me close to orgasm and then slowing down her stroking as she tightened her double-fisted grip around my rigid cock shaft. I told her that I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer and she just smiled a shy smile and eased herself up high enough to place her mouth directly over the tip of my prick. With a simple sinking move of her mouth she slipped her lips over the head of my cock and in one unhesitating move let the entire length slide down her throat until her nostrils were buried at the base of my dick in the tangle of my pubic hair. I had seen the movie "Deep Throat" but this was the first time I had met a woman who could truly suck the entire 7-inches of my penis down her throat. It was wonderful. Desyre continued her deep sucking and fondling of my scrotum until I could no longer hold back the eruption from my gut. I had my eyes wide open as I watched her bobbing head quicken the pace, not going as deep, but instead concentrating on biting and sucking my cock-head where it was most sensitive. I didn't tell her I was about to cum and would have enjoyed seeing my cream shoot onto her face, but I didn't complain as the bursts of my orgasm pumped out of my pee-tube and down her sucking throat. She truly didn't stop sucking until the last spasm shot its salty gooiness into her stomach. She looked up at me and releasing my cock from between her lips, she said, "Tom, that was most excellent". And, that was only the beginning of the night.