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Fuck of the Century
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Fuck of the Century I report for work at my new job early Monday morning. Since it’s a family business, the good-size staff includes my boss’s wife and and a host of nieces and nephews. You catch my eye immediately. You’re medium height with long legs and a full ass that you display proudly in very short shorts. You look like a classic cinema beauty with chestnut hair, bedroom eyes, and a pouty mouth. But your outstanding feature is your breasts. They’re enormous, dominating your otherwise-slender body. Although you don’t flaunt them during business hours around your family, there isn’t much you can do to hide them either. Many a male customer finds himself tongue-tied around you, struggling to maintain eye contact in the showroom. I constantly have to worry about my excitable cock betraying me when we interact. Since it’s a family business, we eat lunch together, and I often find myself sitting next to you at the crowded table, our hips or shoulders touching. Being a virile man, I often have to wait for everyone to leave before I dare get up from the table, trying to coax my erection to subside. One day after lunch, you and I and a couple of other (nonfamily) employees are sitting outside in the sun in folding chairs talking about this and that, and somehow the conversation gets around to dating likes and dislikes. It proceeds to get a bit racy, and I mention that after I’ve spent the night making love with someone, I like to make out in bed for a long time in the morning. As I say this, I notice you shiver, even though it’s quite warm, and my mind wanders to images of us doing just that. But I know that you have a steady boy-toy and are unavailable. So I put it out of my mind and, while continuing to lust after you, don’t think much more about it. That all changes when I hear the rumor that for some reason you and the boy-toy have broken up, and I notice that you’re flirting with me more openly. Our normal teasing banter is now accompanied by lingering eye contact and subtle “accidental” touches. One Friday I’m teasing you about having to spend the weekend hanging around your place “like a spinster.” For a while you don’t say anything. Then you step closer to me and say, “Well, then, why don’t you ask me out?” You have me there, so I do. We make a date for Saturday night. We have dinner at a nice Italian restaurant and have a great time. It isn’t like it’s really a date. I have no intention of doing anything other than having dinner and a few drinks. You’re wearing a thin scoop-neck top, and I can clearly see the lace of your bra as it strains to hold your big tits. You’re also wearing short heels and skin-tight slacks. During our dinner conversation, after a couple of glasses of wine, we both become more open. I tell you of my love of getting naked outdoors and how I spend lots of time at the many nude beaches on the coast. You blush and look away. When I ask what’s wrong, you just shake your head and say that you could never do that. It’s great fun, I assure you. I say everyone should do it at least once. You repeat that there’s no way you possibly could. I persist, and say that you’d look awesome. At this you look up and straight into my eyes, holding my gaze there for a long time before whispering, “Do you really think so?” I reach for your hand, give it a squeeze, and say, “Absolutely. Promise me you’ll consider it. We could go someplace very private and secluded if that would make it easier.” You say you’ll think about it. After we finish dinner and lingering over a couple more glasses of wine, I say it’s getting late and we should call it a night. You pout a little but get up and follow me to my car. We drive back to my place and go in for a nightcap. We sit beside each other on the couch listening to music. I have a roommate, but he’s out. We talk and laugh until you say you’d better get going. I don’t object, again thinking that this is a platonic date that has run its course. But I walk you to your car, and when we get there you seem kind of nervous. So I move closer to you and give you a quick, chaste kiss on the lips. Your reaction stuns me. You throw your arms around my neck and jam your tongue deep in my mouth. We spend several minutes tongue-kissing frantically. You grind your whole body urgently against me and moan while we continue kissing, until you finally break the kiss and murmur, “I don’t think I’m ready to go home yet.” I say I don’t think you should go yet either, and take your hand and lead you back in my apartment. Once inside, we kiss again, and you shove your big tits in my chest, moaning again while groping me. When your hand grips my hard cock through my shacks, I hurry you down the hall to my bedroom. As soon as the door is closed, you’re on me again, pulling at my fly and pushing my pants to the floor. Since I’m commando, as soon as my pants clear my hips my hard-on jumps out. You grab hold of it and groan, “Mmm, I want you in my mouth.” Dropping to your knees, you immediately take the head in your hot mouth and begin the most amazing blowjob I’ve ever received. Still fully clothed, you suck me voraciously, grunting and drooling, giving every ounce of your attention to what you’re doing. In minutes my balls are churning, and I know it’s just a matter of time before I come. I reach to touch your shoulder to let you know. You turn your big eyes up to me and say softly, “Come in my mouth.” I groan, and you resume sucking me. Just a few more long, sloppy strokes, and I blast your throat with a load that feels like it’s coming out of my toes. You keep swallowing as I refill your luscious mouth, ejaculating more than I can ever remember. When I finally stop, you look up at me with unabashed lust in your eyes. You stand up and I ease your slacks down over your full hips, leaving you tiny black lace thong in place. You pull your top over your head, revealing your mammoth mammaries encased in a heavy-duty black lace bra. As I move to unhook it, you give me a strange look of apprehension and say in a wavering voice, “Now you’ll see why I don’t go to nude beaches.” I kiss you as I slide the heavy bra off. Your tits fall in my hands, and I’m astounded at their size. Each is as big as a cantaloupe, hanging heavily on your chest. Knowing you’re self-conscious about them, I lift each to my mouth and gently suck and kiss them all over. Your pink nipples are as big as my fingertip and incredibly stiff. I work the first one over with my tongue, and when I switch my mouth to the other boob, I roll the first nipple between my fingers. You shudder and moan. “Oh, Steve,” you coo, “that feels so good!” I ease you down gently on my bed, sucking and licking you as you squirm and wiggle beneath me. I stop for a moment and work my way down your body to your damp thong, which I peel off slowly. Your cunt is beautiful–fully waxed with a narrow strip of pubic hair above your lips. My cock is hard again, harder than I’ve ever felt it, and when you reach for it, I arrange myself over you in a 69 position. Once again your hot mouth closes over me. I lower my face to your beckoning pussy and pull the lips apart. I hold you wide open, just looking at you, remembering all the times I’ve admired your bulging mound in tight shorts or jeans and thought about licking it. Now here it is in front of me! To make it even better, my cock is buried in your mouth. I drive my tongue in you and hear a guttural grunt that I feel around my cock. I flick your stiff clit and lick and suck you until your juices are flowing. “Steve, please,” you gasp, “put it in me! Fuck me now! Please!” I spin around quickly and climb on top of you, lining myself up with your buttery opening. As I fall forward on your pillowy tits, you reach between your legs and guide me in. We easily fall into a rhythm and are soon fucking like we’re longtime lovers. Your ample hips hump up at me with each thrust, and you sling to my neck, whimpering and squealing. I catch your bouncing jugs and push them together, sucking and licking them as I ride you. As our coupling grows more urgent, your long legs go from being spread wide open to pointing straight in the air to being wrapped tightly about my waist. I feel you start to come. “My god, Steve,” you cry, “I’m coming! Ohmygod!” You throw your body at me as you climax in a frenzy, your eyes blazing with lust and arousal. I look down at your body, your wide hips and tiny waist, my wet cock sawing in and out of your clinging pussy, watching as you keep coming and coming, sweat flying off you and your hair tangled around your grimacing face. As you come down, I realize I’m not even close to coming again. I’m in one of those zones when I feel like I’ll stay hard for days. It’s such a shocking development being here with you in the first place, as untouchable as you’ve always been. Now, having you writhing in ecstasy under my plundering cock is a<b> wet dream </font></b>come true. I’m determined to make the most of it. As you struggle to catch your breath, I pull out and roll you over on your knees with your big, beautiful ass in the air. You swing it back and forth, seemingly unable to hold still. Your legs are trembling, and your inner thighs are drenched. Your pendulous tits swing heavily underneath you as you look back at me, your eyes still glittery and wild. “I love it like this,” you whisper. I look down at your gorgeous ass spread out before me, your crinkled pucker winking at me, with your slick lips parted and gleaming below. I can’t resist kissing it. I plant wet kisses all over your soft cheeks and then press my tongue against your brown star. I make my tongue rigid and press harder, gradually entering your tight passage. Again I hear your soft voice. “Oh, Steve, put it in me! Put it in me!” I push my rod up against you, slide it up and down your damp crack a few times, then place the head still slippery from your pussy at your asshole. “Oh yesssss!” you cry out as I enter you, holding your hips and jerking your body back and forth. Soon that isn’t necessary, though. You take up the motion and fuck yourself vigorously, slamming your big ass back at me over and over. You’re the most vocal woman I’ve ever had, and build quickly to another orgasm. I hold your hips as you groan and yell and swing your ass in a circle, moving relentlessly. You temble and shake again as it rips through you, your juice dousing my balls and running down your thighs. You’re really into it by this point. The blushing girl has turned into a cat in heat, and you barely stop moving as you come. I have an idea. “Get on top of me,” I say. “I want to see you. I want to suck your beautiful big tits while you fuck me.” You groan your approval, and I fall back to lie on the bed beside you. You scramble to straddle me. Your asshole seems to just inhale my aching prick. You put your hands on my chest and sit up, wriggling your hips back and forth ceaselessly, unable to get enough. “God, it’s so deep in me!” you moan. Your movements widen and soon the bed is banging on the wall while you clutch your bouncing breasts, squealing and pinching them on top of me. I take your tits in my hands, squeezing and pinching them. I’m delirious and light-headed. Finally I roll you over so I’m on top and re-enter your ass. I want to be looking you in the eyes when I come. I’m very close. As I pound your writhing body, the room is filled with the sound of our wet flesh slapping together. At last I groan that I’m going off. You wrap your legs tightly around my waist and beg me to fill you up. “Do it, Steve! Shoot it in me! Shoot your hot come in my ass!” Holding your shoulders for leverage, I slam in you a few more times, then shout and stiffen as jism surges up my shaft and into your bowels. I must convulse a half dozen times as you yelp and gasp, clinging to my shoulders and thrusting your hips. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the fuck of the century. I know I’ve never experience anything like it. I plead with you to stay the night, but you won’t, fearing that your family would find out somehow and it would create a problem at work. In the weeks that follow, we flirt constantly at work, and I spend half my time hiding in the back of some distant storeroom trying to deflate my erections. We date a couple more times, and although it’s never as volcanic as the first time, it’s still some of the best sex I’ve ever had. One day at work, you tell me that you and your boy-toy decided to get back together and that this night will be our last date. In your place that night you put on a sheer white baby-doll nightie, and we spend at least an hour with foreplay before rutting like animals. The sheer top makes your giant tits look like the white cliffs of Dover, and I’m blown away, playing with them constantly through the material. You scream and yell and fuck me, both our bodies wracked with pleasure. Then you lift yourself off me, kneel between my legs, and look up at me with those big bedroom eyes. “Now,” you whisper, “I want you to come in my mouth.” I say I’ll do my best, and after ten minutes of another astonishing blowjob I do just that, filling your gulping mouth with so much come that it overflows and splashes down onto your tits and runs in thick streams down your neck. It’s quite a send-off. I never got you to be naked on the beach with me. But I’ll never forget those few weeks when I had the most amazing sex of my life. I fantasize about your tits to this day. Soon, I hope, you’ll tire of your boy and come back to your mature lover.  ~ Patience, Passion, and Pleasure ~  "The older the buck, the stiffer the horn." One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. |
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Thank you baby for everything you pour  into your stories. You make me so wet with anticipation as I read your every word to the climax!I hope that these are real life stories you share with your avid readers. You are one lucky guy! Cin
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I was hoping these things all happened to YOU! lol I want them to be my life too!
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