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 Title: High School Hottie


Summary: Scoring big with the hottest girl in school.


Keywords: erotic



   Glenda.

   To this day, the mere mention of that name brings back images of a tall,
straight-haired brunette goddess.

   It was high school, senior year.  I had turned 18 during the summer. 
Glenda had transferred in the previous year when her family relocated, and
immediately the gossip started.  It was true that she had failed a grade
somewhere along the way, and she was a year older than I.  Some of the guys
said they called her 'FedSex' at her last school, as in 'when you
absolutely, positively need to hit that overnight', paraphrasing the ads
for the shipping company.  Some of the girls called her 'Glendie',
referencing her dimensional similarity to a certain child's doll.

   You see, she was tall, as I mentioned before, with an impossibly narrow
waist, tight ass cheeks, and loooong legs, made longer by her trademark 6
inch heels.  The real impossibility about Glenda was not her waist though;
it was the twin volleyballs moored to her chest, which, despite the fact
that she was as likely to be sans bra as with one, rode proudly sag free.
All of that led to her other nickname, bestowed by other girls who weren't
so fortunate : 'Zero G Glenda'.

   Generally speaking, the only contact I had, or could hope to have with
Glenda, was limited to a nod passing in the hallway, or maybe a chastising
look if I got caught leering at her a little too long.  She seemed out of
my reach.

   In French class, however, jeneralement pas applicable.  The alphabet
ruled the seating plan in Miss Vaitonia's French class, and alphabetical
proximity put her right in front of me, every day, for 45 minutes.  Which
is how we ended up finally connecting.

   Regular conversation wasn't getting the job done.  She was polite, but
cold.  Then one day, we had a test that she obviously had not studied for.
We were told to pass our papers back one to grade them, and when I turned
foward, Glenda was placing hers on my desk, practically pleading with her
eyes.  She tried to smile, and the tip of her tongue grazed her lips.

   Message received and understood.  At this point, I would take almost any
advantage to get closer.  I wouldn't get her an A, but I wouldn't let her
fail.  As it turns out, her own effort was almost enough.  Almost.  I only
had to fix four mistakes to make it respectable.  She saw what I did, and
when the bell rang, as she collected her books, she looked at me and
mouthed a silent 'thanks'.  She was lost in the crowd by the time I reached
the halls.

   Next day, while I had my feet extended under her seat, I hooked my heel
into the book basket under her chair.  She looked down, saw my foot, and
scribbled a message on a scrap of paper, which she folded and stuck into my
shoe.  You've got mail!

   I nonchalantly scratched my ankle, retrieving the message as I did. 
When the opportunity presented itself, I unfolded it.  "Thank you.  I owe
you one" it said.  An immediate reaction from my crotch.  Apparently, my
dick was learning to read.

   As I left the classroom that day, she was waiting in the hall.  She made
eye contact.  A subtle cock of her head led me to believe I should approach
her.  As I came closer, she looked up at me.

   "Thank you for what you did yesterday..." and she proceeded to tell me
about how she forgot to study, yada, yada, yada.  I was too busy staring at
her tits to really listen.  Despite her obvious sexiness, she usually wore
high necked tops, so there was rarely any cleavage to ogle.  Today was the
same, but from this range, I could see that she was wearing a bra today,
something she didn't always do.  It appeared to be a very small, light duty
foundation garment, thin straps, thin fabric cups.  Her nipple bulges could
be seen.  How she kept those things up, I don't know.  I tuned back in just
in time to hear her say "so if you want to stick a cheat sheet on my back,
under my hair, you could do that".

   Stick a cheat sheet on her back?  Genius!  I would never have thought of
that in a million years.  Of course, cheating was not the subject I wanted
her help with, and notes were not what I wanted to stick her with.

   "Thanks, Glenda.  I'll think about those...  er...  that" I said as I
pulled my eyes from her gorgeous round tits, with great difficulty and
great sorrow.

   "Okay, well, see you tomorrow then." she said as she tottered off down
the hall.  I watched her tight ass sway all the way down to the corner.  As
she turned, she looked back at me, still burning eye holes in her butt.  I
saw her smile, then flip her hair.

   The hair flip...  she did the hair flip!  That's what we call a 'buying
signal'.

   Anyway, time went on, French class happened over and over, and I
continued to help her whenever I could.  I never took her up on the cheat
sheet thing.  I had something else in mind.  We were certainly getting
along better.  We talked more, even outside of class.  The year was closing
out soon, and as it was our last year, we would soon be parting ways.

   One day, I was by my locker, and looked up to see Glenda, perched on her
high heels, tottering toward me.  She wasn't walking by ; she was heading
straight at me.

   Brushed denim jeans so tight you could clearly see her camel toe encased
her legs.  A matching vest did its best to surround her massive boobs, but
several top buttons were gaping.  Under the vest, a white satin v-necked
tank top stretched across those melons, revealing more cleavage than I had
ever seen her show.  The obvious bounce factor led me to believe this was a
bra less day.  Up scope!

   "Wow, Glenda...  you look great!" I said as she got close enough.  She
did a little pirouette to show me the back end was as yummy as the front.

   "Thank you, sir," she replied, a mock curtsey allowing an even better
view down her top.  "I want to talk to you later."

   "What?  When?" I called as she walked away.  My eyes caressed her
mouthwatering ass.

   "After French," she called over her shoulder, swinging her hips in
emphasis.

   "But Glenda...  what's it about?" I called after her.

   She stopped in her tracks, pivoted on her heels, and looked me in the
eye.  "After French," she repeated.  This time she squeezed her arms
together, enhancing her cleavage, and puckered her lips.  When she
continued to walk away, she ran her hands over her ass.

   This exchange did not go unnoticed by my friends.  They all watched her
walk away, then turned to look at me in unison.

   "What are you looking at?" I growled at them.  They all laughed, and
scattered to their respective classes.  Even Terri was grinning at me.  We
were not mutually exclusive, just kind of friends with benefits.  She
closed her locker door and slowly walked past me.

   "Good luck with that one, pal.  You'll have to tell me what all the fuss
is about later" she said, knowing she would be the only one I would tell it
to.  No one knew about her and I.

   French class took forever to arrive.  I was in my seat first.  When she
walked in, all eyes followed her, even the girls.  She locked eyes with me,
did a subtle booby squeeze in front of me, and sat down.

   Did you ever notice how time can almost stop when you are maybe gonna
get laid in 45 minutes?  I mean, Glenda's tits were almost big enough to
have their own gravitational field, so maybe relativity has something to do
with it.

   Eventually, the bell rang.  She got up, collected her books, and walked
away.  When she got to be door she stopped, slowly turned her head and
glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, before continuing out.  It was
subtle ; no one who wasn't looking for it would have seen.  Problem is,
several of my friends who had seen the hallway exchange were also in this
class, and they were watching.  One by one, they looked at me like it was
the last time they would see me, and walked out.  Gee, guys, I'm not a test
pilot going upon a dangerous mission, I'm just gonna get laid.  Maybe.  My
dick was definitely volunteering to find out.

   Terri and I were the last ones left in the classroom.  "Boldly go, baby.
Boldly go..." and she left me alone.

   I had gone from 'I can't wait' to 'I am scared shitless' in record time.
The only part of me that was sure was my dick.  "Okay, this is it" I said
to myself as I walked out.

   It had taken me so long to get moving, almost all the traffic was gone
from the hallway.  Except Glenda.  She stood, leaning against her locker
waiting patiently.  When I came out, she walked over to me, wrapped her
arms around my neck, and kissed me slowly.  The contact between her huge
tits and my chest was indescribable.

   "I was beginning to think I scared you out the window." she said with a
smile.  Taking my hand, she started to pull it up toward her breast, then
stopped, wagging her finger at me.  "Not here.  Your car please."

   I don't know how we got there, but we were soon in the car.  Another,
longer kiss, followed up by an address and directions.  We arrived at her
place a few minutes later.  She kissed me for almost the entire elevator
ride to her apartment.  Once we were inside her place, she locked the door,
and turned to face me.  The vest was fully open now.  The darkness of her
very large areolas was quite evident though the satin.  I was sitting on
the couch, trying not to explode, as she walked over to me, kicking off her
heels along the way.  She bent to kiss me again, allowing me to gaze right
down the neckline of her top.

   "Glenda, not that I don't appreciate your company, but, why me?" I know
I was looking a gift horse in the tits, but I had to know.

   She crawled up, straddling my lap, and planted a wet tongue kiss on me.
Her arms around my neck, she crushed her big jugs against my chest.  When
she broke the kiss, I got my answers.

   "Actually, there are several reasons.  Terri and I were talking," (I
froze...  how much did they talk about?), "and she convinced me that you
were different than the other guys...  She really likes you by the way... I
only listened to her because she's different than all the other girls." You
got that right...  I wonder if there was a referral fee for getting your
fuck buddy laid by someone else.

   "She doesn't call me names behind my back, or shoot daggers at me with
her eyes.  After you helped me with my French problem, I expected you to...
uh,...  demand payment, for your services.  Everyone else does, and whether
I, uh, 'pay' them or not, they tell all their friends about it as if I did.
But you didn't, even if I could see in your lustfilled eyes that you wanted
to." I was if you pardon the pun, busted.

   "I can't help it if I am...  let's say, built differently," gesturing to
her chest, "than other girls.  I used to try to hide it, but gave up and
started to use my looks to my advantage.  You'd be surprised what my boobs
have got me."

   "Anyway, your difference from the other guys got me interested.  I
figured, if you wouldn't send me an invoice, I would make a donation, with
interest...  as it were."

   She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it off over her head.
Yep, just as I thought, no bra.  My dick was craning up for a look.  My
mouth went dry.  Her chest was populated by two perfect breasts, each one
quite the handful, and I have BIG hands.  They stood proud, crowned by rosy
pink nipples, with darker pink rings of puckered skin about 2 inches
across.

   "Glenda, I am by no means the greatest expert on the subject, but in my
humble opinion, those are nice tits!" I said.  Her giggled response shook
the magnificent globes mere inches from my face.  "They are real...  I
mean, it doesn't matter to me because they are...  magnificent...  but,
they are real, aren't they?"

   She looked hurt for a second, but it was a ruse.  She smiled.  "Why
don't you tell me what you think," and pulled my face to her deep cleavage.
I nuzzled, I rubbed my face on them, I fondled them...  I performed every
test I could think of, including a taste test that was approved by little
mewling noises from Glenda.  No doubt about it, those are niiiice tits, and
they are one hundred percent original equipment.  My dick nodded in
agreement.

   She was grinding her crotch against mine now.  My hands were all over
her ; on her ass, her tits, anywhere I could explore.  She seemed
especially pleased when I caressed her inner thighs.  She slipped off my
lap and knelt in front of me.

   "Show and tell time.  You've seen mine, now it's your turn."

   She levered down my fly, unbuttoned the top, and skinned my jeans over
my hips.  Pants and underwear hit the floor at the same time, leaving my
quivering rod right in her face.  "Wow!  I would ask it it's real, but I
think I will perform your tests on it", she was grinning mischievously from
between my legs.  Her hands caressed me, and her lips parted over the head.
In one slow move she swallowed my sword almost to the hilt.  Her head began
to bob on my shaft in a delicious rhythm that was bringing my cum to a
boil.

   All I could do was stand there, watching her brown hair fly, while she
enthusiastically vacuumed my cock.  I could feel her melons against my
thighs.  Her tongue was doing little circles over the head of my rod when
she would pull her head back.  She clearly had done this before, but my
dick didn't care.  The referee issued the two minute warning to let her
know that time was short.

   "Glenda...  better stop...  feels so good, but better stop...  gonna
blow my top" (hey, poetry!) I struggled to warn her.

   "You like it when I suck your cock?" she asked rhetorically, pulling my
saliva coated shaft from her lips with a pop.  I nodded.  "Good.  Feels
good does it?" I believe I covered that already, but...  I nodded.  She
pumped her hand along my length.  "Good.  You're gonna cum soon?" Nod, nod,
nod.  "GOOD"

   Her lips closed over my shaft, and she began to run the hurry up
offence. No time outs, no sideline patterns, she just went long, right down
the middle.  Touchdown!  And the crowd goes wild!

   My cock twitched and spasmed as shot after shot of goo blasted down her
throat, and she milked me for every drop.  She didn't even gag.  Such
skill.

   The couch caught me as I stumbled back, pulling reluctantly from her
mouth.  My head was spinning, so it took a few seconds for me to focus. 
She was sitting back on her haunches, still half naked, smiling at me while
she licked her lips.

   "You were yummy.  Now get over here and eat my pussy," she commanded. 
She knew what she wanted, and it was me.  Not a bad way to die, really.

   Bending over she began to remove her jeans.  They hugged every curve of
her legs so perfectly that removing them entailed numerous little tugs,
first one leg, then the other.  Each tug made her hooters jiggle.  The
jeans finally lost the battle.  The remaining garment, a tiny pink thong,
she pulled up tight between the lips of her hot pussy, before dispatching
it as well.  She now stood before me, totally naked, and did her little
turn.  My mouth was hanging open again.

   She swung her hips seductively (like she needed to seduce me... 
blowjob, naked goddess...  I was hers) as she went over to a large
wing-back chair.  She looked me right in the eye while she perched on the
chair.  The eye contact continued as she leaned back and spread her legs
wide, draping her knees over the armrests.  Two fingers of her left hand
spread the smooth shaven lips of her pussy, and her right hand began to
caress the inner folds.  She was craning her neck to look at me over her
mountainous tits.  What a view!

   Taking a position between her thighs, I watched her play with her pussy
from very close range.  She was peeking at me through her cleavage, a
lascivious grin on her face.

   This close to her sex, I could smell her, and clearly see the moisture
clinging to her lips.  Time for another taste test.  I plunged my tongue
deep into her pussy, over and over, fucking her with my taster.  I licked
her lips, inner and outer, sucking them into my mouth.  I then concentrated
my assault on her clit.  Aural consent to my oral attention greeted my
ears. This was a great chair for pussy munching, perhaps a selling point.

   Glenda was grabbing my head, pulling my face deeper into her wet, gaping
pussy.  My tongue probed her sweet depths.  Her thighs were beginning to
quiver now, and her breathing shortened into rapid hisses and gasps.

   "Nnggh!  Nnggh!  Nnggggonnaaaaacummmmmmmm!" was the last thing I heard
before her thighs clamped around my head.  And I mean 'clamped', with a
skull crushing force unexpected from such slim legs.  She was also twisting
her body as she was caught up in the throes of her orgasm.  As her pleasure
subsided, her legs released their grip on my head and she slipped off the
front of the chair, straddling my lap.  Her back was arched, head laid back
on the chair, and in this position her already prominent breasts took on
new significance.  She was breathing hard, and her tits were heaving, and
they were right in front of my face, and I was getting hard and horny
again, and...  well, what would you do?

   I grabbed her left breast and latched on to her nipple, suckling as hard
as I could.  I was groping and sucking her stupendous rack ravenously, and
her head was lolling back and forth on the chair.  She was moaning loudly.

   I hooked my arms under her knees, lifting her hips up level with the
seat of the chair.  Her shoulders were now resting on the chair, her back
unsupported, and I was holding her up.  My newly awakened erection was
aimed right at her dripping gash, so I drove it home.  Her cunt was tight,
but wet enough for easy insertion.

   "Oh...  Oh you bastard!  You big fucker!" she said, clutching me with
her muscular sex.  "Fuck me with that thing!  Give it to me!"

   Okay...  I began to pound my cock into her warm wetness.  Her boobs
began to bounce and swing with each thrust.  It didn't take long for her to
acquire the pre-orgasmic glow, and a few strokes later, her legs clamped
down again.  So did her pussy.  If my dick had been coal, it might have
come out a diamond.  As soon as she relaxed her grip, I resumed fucking,
and she clamped again.  So, Glenda does multiples!  Cool!

   When she relaxed this time, I pulled out and rolled her over, lifting
her hips so she was on her knees.  I grabbed her ass and slipped myself
back into her quickly, resuming my rhythm.  My thighs slapped hers loudly.
Since my dick has a slight downward curve, I was now in contact with the
little rough patch of her spot.  Her boobs were hanging free, swinging in
circles, slapping together each thrust.  She had her head thrown back,
shrieking, when I grabbed her hair.  That set her off again, but this time,
I just grabbed her hips and kept pounding her clutching, oozing cunt.  She
had one continuous orgasm for the next two minutes, while I thrashed her
without pause .

   Her pussy grabbed me one last time, then just went slack, along with the
rest of her body.  I continued to fuck her for another few strokes, but
decided it would be much more fun if she was conscious.  Withdrawing, I
picked up her limp form and laid her gently on the couch.  She looked like
a sleeping angel, except for the dripping pussy and F cups.  I bent over
and kissed her.  There was a slight physical reaction, and a groan.  She's
not unconscious, after all.  Her eyes opened slowly.

   "That was different," she breathed.  There was a glow of sex sweat
covering her body.  She sat up slowly, and I sat beside her.  We sat there
in silence until we were both breathing more normally.  Her hand went to my
crotch, grabbing my still mostly erect cock.  A few caresses from her
brought it back to life completely.

   She deftly swung her leg over me, positioned my dick at her opening, and
impaled herself.  In this position, I had both hands free to use while she
bounced on my cock like a woman possessed.  I kissed her, sucked her boobs,
and grabbed her firm ass, urging her on.  Finally, after she came one more
time, I felt the fuse burning in my loins.  She could see it in my eyes,
and started to grind her cunt on me harder.

   The lusty look in her eyes as my seed rocketed up her velvet pussy was
incredible.  She ground down more, while I filled her with hot cum.  When I
was finally finished, she kissed me once again, a long slow deep kiss,
before exhaustedly climbing off and standing before me.  Balancing
tenuously, she ran her hands though her matted, tousled hair, while a glob
of my cum oozed out of her pussy and began to run down her thigh.  Pretty
much the dictionary definition of the 'just fucked look'.  Then she wobbled
away to the bathroom, and I heard the shower start.

   I followed the sound.  Entering the bathroom, I could see her through
the steam covered glass of the shower.  I sat on the toilet and watched
intently.  When she sensed my presence, she pressed her wet tits against
the glass.  Uh oh.  There was a stirring down there.  I opened the shower
door and joined her under the warm spray.

   "Hello there", she said, soaping her luscious body.  "Fancy meeting you
here".  I moved closer.  "Oh, shit!  It's back!  Haven't you had enough? 
Get away!  Get away!  Get...  a...  oh, hell, get over here and give it to
me again!"

   *****

   The next day at school before class, I was hanging out around my locker,
as usual.  My friends were grilling me for info on Glenda, but I wasn't
sharing, so they automatically came to the conclusion that I chickened out.
Several 'clucks' were heard, directed at me, and I was laughing along with
them.  I didn't see Glenda sneaking up behind me.

   "Guess who?" she giggled, putting her own special spin on it by putting
her hands, not over my eyes, but rather over my crotch.

   I looked down, laughing, as she patted my dick through my jeans.  She
moved around in front of me and gave me an incandescent smile, rocking back
and forth on her heels.  The accompanying jiggle that gave her spectacular
bust was obviously intentional.

   "I was thinking about you all night," she whispered, ignoring the small
crowd of stunned gawkers that had formed around us.  Glenda's lips found
mine, and it wasn't for any peck of token affection.  Her mouth opened,
presenting me with her tongue and offering mine a place to go.  We remained
joined for several, long seconds.

   "Okay, we get it...  Now get a room!" one of my friends quipped.  Glenda
giggled.

   "Get your own!" she laughed in reply, kissing me again.  When she
stopped this time, she leaned closer to my ear, so that only I could hear.

   "If it's okay with you, I'd like some more.  Lunchtime quickie?" she
breathed, cupping her hand over her mouth.

   I may not be a genius, but I'm no moron either.  I nodded.  She smiled,
and turned walking away, but she stopped when she saw my 'special friend',
Terri.  They did a little secret whispering, back and forth, then both
laughed, and she continued to walk down the hall.

   "Bye, boys," she called over her shoulder, waving her fingertips in the
air.  She gave her hips a little more swing than usual, teasing them, as
she knew they were all watching in awe.

   Speaking of awe...  that pretty much describes the looks I got when they
all turned back towards me.

   "What?  No more clucking?" I laughed.

   Lunch finally rolled around, with agonizing slowness despite my trying
to will the clock faster.  I raced down the hall to my locker, where Glenda
was already waiting, twirling her hair.  When she saw me, her beautiful
brown eyes lit up, as did her smile, and she welcomed me with another
steamy kiss.  I only had one word to say when she finished examining my
tonsils.

   "Where?" I put my books in the locker and closed it.

   "I think I have just the place, but we'll have to be quiet."

   "Well, I'll try to control myself..." I giggled, poking her in the ribs
as we started down the hall.

   "Okay, you...  I know I'm the noisy one."

   We hustled over to the gym, where we had to wait for a few minutes for
the area to clear.  Once it did, we ducked across the hall, and through the
door, going up the stairs to the storage loft above the boys gymnasium.

   "No one comes up here during the day, unless there's a basketball game
on.  I come up here for a nap sometimes, and never been caught.  Even
better," she said flopping back on a high jumping pad that was hidden in
the corner, "we have a bed!"

   I joined her on the 'bed', and we immediately started making out. 
Glenda was pretty, as well as stacked, and her lips were so deliciously
soft and pouty that kissing her was becoming my new favourite hobby.  I
could have spent the day here with her, but she reminded me that this was
supposed to be a quick fuck, not a lengthy dalliance.

   She wriggled out of her jeans while I watched, followed by her blouse.
She was wearing a bra today, a pretty red one that matched her almost
non-existent thong.  Both joined the rest of her clothes in a neat pile.  I
was so enthralled watching her strip...  I hadn't.

   "Ahem!" she giggled softly, tapping her imaginary wristwatch, before she
laid back and started to play with her pussy.

   I think I set a new record for speed stripping, and took a position with
my face inches from her snatch.

   "Oh, no...  No you don't!  Take my word for it.  My pussy is quite wet
enough, thanks.  Unless your goal is to attract attention, keep your tongue
to yourself!  Remember what you did to me yesterday?  I don't think I could
remain quiet through one of those orgasms!" I pouted.  Glenda reached down
and touched my face.  "Oh, baby...  don't worry, you'll get another chance
to lick my kitty.  I do appreciate that you want to give me pleasure, but
we need to be quick.  I'm already very much in the mood...  so just let me
wet that big dick of yours, and then let's put it to use." I crawled up so
she could lubricate me, which she did by enthusiastically sucking my cock
for a few seconds.

   'Put it to use', she said, so I did, impaling her smoothly.  She was
right ; her pussy was very much wet enough for action.  I realized that, as
much fun as we had yesterday, we hadn't done this in the old standard
missionary position, and I liked this.  I was buried to the hilt in
Glenda's juicy cunt, and she had her legs wrapped tight around my hips. 
Her magnificent pleasure globes pressed firmly into my chest, and I was
able to kiss her at will.  That pretty much covered three of my favourite
things in the world.

   She was moaning, very softly, and since the gym below us, visible
through the open loft wall, was now in use, we needed to fuck like ninjas
walk.  Silently.  No flesh slapping, no bed squeaking (vinyl, in this
case), and definitely no screams of passion.  The first two I could control
by shafting her gently, but number three was still a bit of a question
mark.

   Slow, smooth strokes, deep into the warmth of her moist recess were met
with little mewling sounds from Glenda and a look that would start a forest
fire.  I have to admit, this quiet stuff was kind of fun, because I had to
pay close attention to her beautiful eyes in order to see her enjoyment,
and she had an impressive repertoire of sexy expressions.  She was
whispering sweet nothings in my ear as well.

   "Oh fuck, your cock feels so good," she breathed.  A few seconds later.
I could feel her starting to shiver.  "Oh, yessss," she hissed, her voice
quivering with her escalating passion.  "That's it...  Ooooooo...  Oh... 
Yess!"

   She didn't say anything else, burying her face in my neck, but then
again, she didn't need to continue speaking, because her body was
screaming. She was vibrating under me like a tuning fork, and her pussy was
twitching, grabbing at my probing dick.  Finally, her legs locked around my
waist, while her arms did the same around my shoulders, pulling me as close
to her as humanly possible.

   Glenda's big tits were crushed against me, transmitting the motion of
her ragged, gasping breaths to my body as she came, but that was it.  She
had successfully silenced her orgasm.  When her arms relaxed, and leaned
away and looked at her face.  Her eyes fluttered open as I did, and she
smiled.

   "Oh wow!" she giggled quietly, "didn't think I could do it, did you?"

   We laid there for another minute or so, kissing while I gently fucked
her some more.

   "Okay, I've had my fun, so it's your turn." She opened her mouth and
flicked her tongue at me.  "Fuck my mouth."

   She didn't need to say it twice.  I pulled out of her dripping pussy and
moved up, spearing her face immediately.  She caressed my balls while I
fucked her mouth, and it wasn't long before I felt the pressure rising. 
Glenda moaned softly.  She knew I was close to filling her mouth with cum,
and she wanted it.

   I gritted my teeth, and managed to keep my volume down.  That's my
auditory volume I'm talking about.  My volume of cum was definitely not
down, and Glenda had to swallow quickly to keep up.  I pulled my wilting
dick out of her mouth and laid down beside her while she licked her lips
clean of my residue.  We cuddled for a few minutes before she kissed me
again.

   "Thank you, baby.  I needed that.  My pussy is getting very accustomed
to the nice orgasms you give it.  C'mon, let's go get some lunch.  We still
have time."

   We dressed quickly and skulked out of the loft, down the stairs, and
into the hallway, unseen by anyone.  Five minutes later, we were sitting
together in the cafeteria, innocently having lunch.  I had a tray full, and
was ravenously stuffing my face, needing to refuel after cumming in
Glenda's mouth.  She was less hungry, having swallowed my deposit, so was
eating slowly.  She was also resting her chest on the edge of the table and
smiling at me.

   "So, are we doing something this weekend?  she asked quietly.

   "Glenda," I replied, swallowing my burger, "are you asking me on a
date?"

   "Well," she laughed, "Yes.  I know that...  normally...  people don't
have sex several times before going on a date, but I'm not normal."

   "No you are not," I answered, glancing with obvious intent at her ample
chest.  That made her laugh, and I joined her.  "What did you have in
mind?"

   "Oh, I don't know...  How about dinner, maybe a movie where we can
snuggle and make out, then a night of sex that makes my toes curl.  How's
that sound to you?"

   "Sounds like I'm going to need to eat more if I'm going to live through
it," I laughed.  She was standing by the time she responded, leaning over
the table so I could look right down her blouse.  She had undone a few
buttons to maximize the effect of her huge tits hanging in the cups of her
red, lacey bra.

   "Well, then I'd better take it easy on you for the next few days, huh?"
she giggled, shaking her boobs in my face.  "I'll see you in French class,
stud."

   With that she buttoned up and left, swinging her sexy ass for my
benefit. She paused at the door and made eye contact, smiling as she
disappeared around the corner.

   The next morning in the hallway by my locker, I found out what Glenda's
version of 'taking it easy on me' was, as she repeated her performance from
yesterday, minus the 'guess who bit', as I saw her coming.  Oh boy, did I
see her coming.

   She was wearing a bra today.  It wasn't doing much to stop her boobs
from bouncing deliciously, or hide her erect nipples for that matter, as it
was very sheer and lacy.  It was covered by a white t-shirt so tight it was
like a second skin, and just opaque enough to avoid indecent exposure
charges.  Her jeans were likewise hugging her ass in a snug embrace, which
I confirmed by holding her butt while she gave me my good morning
tonsillectomy and melon massage.

   "See you at lunch?" she asked when she decided I had been sufficiently
resuscitated.

   "For lunch or...  lunch?" I asked.  She just smiled, and licked her
lips, running her hands up over her breasts.  A wink.  Message received.

   After another quick lunchtime rendezvous, Glenda and I sat down for what
had become our traditional post-fuck feast.  She'd had another silent,
shuddering orgasm in my arms a few minutes before, and had coaxed a load
out of my balls with her mouth again, so she was radiating sexuality out of
every pore as we sat together.

   We talked about our plans for the weekend, and she kept giving me this
cryptic little smile, kind of like the Mona Lisa, but wouldn't divulge the
thoughts behind it.  Given her sexual appetite, it was both intriguing and
frightening at the same time.  I was eager for Friday night to arrive.

   When it did, I dressed for a night out with my new...  girlfriend...  I
guess is as good a description as any.  Casual, but nice.  I jumped in the
car and went to pick up Glenda at her parents apartment.  I rang up from
the front door.

   "Hello?" she answered.  Her voice was even more alluring than usual as
she let me in.  When she opened the door, my eyes nearly popped out of my
head.

   I'd seen Glenda naked, obviously.  I'd seen her at school, usually clad
in something very tight.  Jeans, t-shirts, etc.  I'd never seen her, as far
as I could recall, in a dress.

   "Wow!" I gasped.  "Glenda, you look fantastic!" It was an
understatement. Her hair was up, in a somewhat Grecian style, and she was
made up nicely, more pretty than sexy.  Other than her lips, which
positively glowed with a ruby redness that I was anxious to taste.  She was
wearing a little black dress, softly pleated, just above the knee.  The top
half had a scoop neckline, but it wasn't tight, blousing out to camouflage
both her large breasts and narrow waist.  Other than the display of
deliciously deep cleavage, the overall effect was demure, a stunning
contrast to her school attire, which some would describe as 'slutty'.

   "Seriously, you look gorgeous!" I reiterated.  She smiled.

   "Thank you!  You really like it?" She held the skirt out from her leg,
like a little girl showing off.

   "Yes, Glenda, I really like it!" She stepped forward and kissed me.  Her
lips were every bit as yummy as they looked.  Since she was ready to go, we
stepped out into the hallway, locked up, and walked to the elevators, arm
in arm.

   Sitting in the soft light of the restaurant, she looked so beautiful.  I
was transfixed by her lips as she ate her pasta, and she knew I was
watching, so she made a show of it, teasing me with her tongue as she
sensually sucked in the noodles.  I was in awe.

   We went from dinner to the movie, arriving early enough that we could
sit in the quiet theatre and talk.  Okay, so we didn't do much talking.  I
tipped the intervening armrest up out of the way, put my arm around her and
pulled her close.  We made out, ignoring the few people who were joining us
in the theatre as showtime approached, but cooling it as it began to fill
in.  She leaned her head back on my shoulder, turning her face to me, and
smiling.  Moving closer, she whispered in my ear.

   "I have two surprises...  First, I'm not wearing any panties..." she
giggled, then continued, "...  and second...  My parents are away for the
weekend.  Care to spend the night with me?"

   I guess that explained the cryptic smile during the week.  I nodded, and
kissed her again.

   "I'll let my parents know I'm staying with a friend...  they're good
with that...  I just won't say which friend." The movie was starting, but
was losing its importance to me.  I asked her if she wanted to bug out.

   "Down boy.  I'm enjoying our date.  Don't worry, the offer doesn't
expire at midnight, and it won't take me long to get naked when we get
home, so just relax and hold me." Her eyes sparkled.  "You may feel me up,
if you wish.  I promise not to scream." A playful giggle.  "Honest."

   Throughout the movie, Glenda rubbed her thigh against my leg.  I draped
my arm around her, cupping the side of her breast softly with my hand.  She
smiled at me, cuddling even closer.  I could get used to this.  Her hand
rested on my thigh, agonizingly close to my stiffening dick, but she
refrained from making the contact I yearned for.

   Finally, mercifully, the credits began to roll.  As the audience filed
out, she turned toward me and leaned in for another kiss, which I was happy
to provide.  This kiss was different, though.  Scorching hot, it signaled
the end of her patience and control.

   "Home.  Now.  Fuck me." She stood, taking my hand in hers and pressing
it over her breast.  "I need you."

   She led me out by the hand, pulling me along in her wake.  She virtually
ran to the car.  Once inside, she hiked up her skirt, and started to rub
her clit.  I paused to watch.

   "Drive!" she hissed, rubbing harder.

   I didn't argue, just turned the key and hit the gas.  Fortunately it was
a short drive back to her apartment, and I pulled into the parking lot
before she finished getting herself off.

   She was right; once we made it upstairs, it hardly took any time at all
for her to get naked.  Me neither.  I chased her around the apartment naked
for a few minutes, until she let herself get caught, giggling wildly.  She
plastered herself to my chest, wrapped her legs around my waist, and kissed
me so hard I thought she'd break my lips.  She was pretty light, so I had
no problem holding her up.  When she broke the kiss, she unwrapped herself
from around me and bolted off again, laughing as she ran down the hall to
the bedroom.

   I followed, and she ambushed me as I came around the corner, tackling me
onto the bed.  She rolled on top of me and immediately kissed me
frantically.

   "Oh god!" she hissed when she pulled back, "I am so fucking hot right
now...  if you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to lose my mind!  Please!"

   She kissed me again and forcefully rolled us over, so that I was on top.
I felt her hand close around my hard cock, and she aimed it at her gash,
nestling the tip inside her dripping wetness.  She let go, and brought both
hands onto my ass, along with her heels, pulling me deeper, obviously not
willing to take no for an answer.

   "Now!  Give it to me now!  Please, I need it!  I need to feel all of
your cock inside me!"

   Her desperation was flattering, and contagious.  I pressed home, sliding
all the way in to bump her cervix.  Glenda screamed.

   "Oh, fuck, YES!  That's it baby, give me that big cock!  FUCK ME!  MAKE
ME CUM!"

   She had dressed conservatively for our 'date', and been much more
subdued all evening.  I had thought she was teasing me, by making me wait,
but it appeared she had teased herself as well, and now she was beyond
horny.

   I relented, and started to plough her, hooking first one leg, then the
other over my forearms, and folding her thighs back against her giant,
quivering breasts.  I slammed her cunt hard, with long, hard strokes,
pounding into her and crashing down against her clit with each insertion.

   "Ngaaaaahhhhhhh!  Ohhhhmyyygodddd!" Glenda screamed.  "That's it... 
Gimme that cock!  Fuck my pussy!" She threw her head back and bellowed
again, expressing her joy while I fucked her with as much energy as I could
muster.  The room was filled with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh, ragged
breathing and shrieks of passion.

   She suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, and stared deeply into my
eyes.

   "I'm cumming, baby...  Please don't stop...  Keep fucking me!  Oh god
yes!  Keep fucking me!...  Fuck!...  Fuck!...  FUCK!" she gasped as her
orgasm hit her.  I kept pounding her, feeling her cunt grab at my cock as
she came.  It pushed me along, and I got caught up in her wave.

   "Oh fuck, yes!" I grunted, gritting me teeth as my dick spewed it's load
of hot cum into Glenda's receptive pussy.  She felt it.

   "Oh yes baby...  fill my cunt...  cum deep inside me!" she hissed,
twisting her body under me as she rode her own orgasm.  Both of us
shuddered and fought for air until the last spasms of erotic joy wracked
our bodies, then we wilted into each others arms.  I released her legs, and
collapsed against the slippery, sweat coated volume of her breasts.

   We rested quietly, breathing hard, while we recovered.  Glenda finally
broke the silence.

   "I'm glad you..  did that to me..  here," she panted, "because I think
they...  would have heard me...  in the gym!" She giggled softly.  "Maybe
they heard us from here!"

   I rolled off her body, admiring the soft curves of her tits as they rose
and fell with her breathing.  She slipped out of the bed and raced to the
bathroom, her hand cupped over her oozing pussy as she went.  She returned
a few minutes later, smiling at me as she joined me under the sheets,
burrowing into my embrace.  Not a word was spoken for several minutes.

   Glenda was cuddled in tight against my side, her head on my shoulder.  I
was smelling her hair when she started to speak, in a quiet voice.

   "I want to tell you something...  something contrary to what you may
have heard around school about me.  I don't screw around," she smiled, "oh,
I screw, obviously...  you can see I like to have fun...  but, I'm a one
man woman." She turned a little in my arms, and I looked into her eyes.

   "I know I have a reputation, mostly because of my appearance, but you
always treated me with respect, even before we got together.  Oh, sure...
you were always staring at my tits," she giggled, "but, you're a man, not a
Monk, so I don't hold that against you." She laughed again at the irony of
that statement, as she was actually holding her tits against me.

   "So, I just want you to know that I'm yours, exclusively," she
whispered, looking at me with her big, brown, expressive eyes, "that is, if
you want me to be." I was surprised, but happy.

   Glenda was the 'it' girl in our school, the one every guy lusted after,
but few even thought they had a chance with.  I had always thought she was
out of my league, as well, but now she was offering herself to me...  to
only me...  for more than just a very physical roll in the hay.

   "I don't know what to say, Glenda.  Thank you, and I promise to be
yours, exclusively, as well." It seemed like a good time to 'seal it with a
kiss', and I did.  She kissed back with equal dedication.  When we finally
pulled apart, she giggled softly.

   "You're okay with giving up Terri?  Should you talk to her before you
make a commitment to me?"

   Shit, they really did talk, didn't they?  Terri and I were 'friends with
benefits', but had no emotional involvement, other than friendship.  She
would be happy for me and Glenda, but there if I needed advice.

   "Terri is a friend, nothing more, emotionally at least.  I gather that
you two have had a talk, and that you know the situation between her and I,
so yes, we have slept together a few times, but we have an agreement.  She
won't be an issue."

   "Good.  So, could I interest you in round two?" she asked, smiling her
provocative smile at me.  "Now that we've taken the edge off, I'd really
like a long, slow one."

   "Is this the way it's going to be with you?" I laughed.  "Fuck me
hard... Fuck me slow...  Fuck me now...  Jeez, talk about demanding!"

   "You forgot 'eat my pussy', 'cum in me', and 'let me suck your cock',"
she giggled.  "I know...  I'm a difficult girlfriend to get along with. 
How will you ever deal with it?"

   I shrugged.  "I guess I'll just have to give in to your every desire," I
replied, with equal humour, moving between her supple thighs.  Just being
around her was enough to get me hard most days.  Having her proclaim
herself my girlfriend guaranteed it, and I slid gently into her well
lubricated snatch.  She pulled my lips to hers and moulded her body to
mine, wrapping her legs up around my waist and giving me maximum access to
her pussy.

   "Your cock feels soooooooooo good inside me, baby, and you grind on my
big clit soooooooooo perfectly.  Are you sure you don't mind?" she smiled,
looking deep into my eyes again.  She batted her lashes demurely, feigning
as much innocence as she could, given that she was naked, with eight inches
of hard cock buried willingly in her cunt.

   I fucked her the same way we had done it our first time in the loft,
slow and smooth, making sure to press hard against her clit at the bottom
of each stroke.  She didn't need to be quiet this time, which is good,
because she wasn't.

   "Oh yes, give it to me nice and slow...  I love it like this, holding
you close while you stuff my pussy full of that big, hard cock!" she said,
kissing me yet again.  She kept up a constant narration, letting me know
she liked what I was doing, and gently suggesting a course of action she'd
enjoy next.

   Glenda's body felt so wonderful in my arms, I would do almost anything
to keep her there.  We made love, slow and gentle, for nearly an hour. 
Given I had cum inside her earlier, I was getting a little weak, but she
was riding high, shuddering again and again, having several small orgasms.
Finally, she ran out of gas too.

   We cuddled together, me behind her, giving her the full spoon with a
handful of breast on the side.  She moaned, content, and soon we were both
asleep.

   At some point during the night, Glenda had turned in my arms, because I
woke to find her facing me, her angelic countenance inches away from me. 
Her breasts pressed softly into my chest, the pressure increasing and
waning with the rhythm of her breathing.  It was still dark, but there was
enough ambient light for me to see her beauty, and I watched her sleep for
a few minutes.

   She had hooked her left leg over my right hip when she turned, and her
flat tummy was snugly in contact with my stomach.  The combined touch of
her breasts, tummy, and leg, along with my imagination, was having a
predictable effect on my dick.  Before long, I was fully ready for more
action, and in extremely close proximity to the target.

   I pulled my hips back, freeing my cock from its trapped position between
us, and with my right hand, guided it to her opening.  She was moist, warm,
and her lips parted easily under minimal pressure.  I gently wiggled my way
in, deeper and deeper, until I was about halfway home.

   I looked at Glenda's face, where there was no visible reaction to my
intrusion.  Her breathing was smooth, and even.  It was time to announce my
presence.  I kissed her, and she stirred slightly, kissing back sleepily.

   I pressed deeper, sliding another inch or two into her well lubricated
snatch, and her eyes opened slowly.  The kiss that came my way this time
was wide awake, and passionately demanding.  She moaned, and rolled back,
pulling me over on top of her and spreading her legs wider.  Her right leg
joined her left, wrapping around my hips, and dragging me the rest of the
way in.  She undulated her hips, seating me fully, and then broke the kiss.
Her hands were stroking my hair as she looked up at me, a mixture of lust
and appreciation on her lovely face.

   "Mmmm, that's what I call a great way to wake up!" she whispered,
pulling my lips down to meet hers again.  Glenda was a spectacularly
expressive kisser, and we were immediately locked in a scorching embrace,
tongues tangling, our breathing becoming more ragged and urgent.  I started
to fuck her with equal urgency.

   "Oh yes, baby...  That's it!  I love your cock in my hot pussy!  Fuck
me! Fuck me hard!" she urged, grabbing my ass to pull me into her with each
furious thrust.

   Glenda kissed me again, moaning into my mouth while I pounded her juicy
cunt with long, hard strokes.  She kicked the covers off, and spread her
legs wider, extending them up, and grabbing her ankles.  She pulled her
legs higher, demonstrating flexibility I didn't know she had.  She finally
broke away from my lips.  She saw the surprise on my face at her ability to
contort her body like that.

   "Several years of ballet classes," she laughed.  "Then, I, uh... 
developed...  and that ended that.  You've probably noticed that ballerinas
with boobs like mine are pretty rare, but I've still got a dancer's legs
and ass!" Her legs were now up around her ears.  "I love getting fucked
like this.  So deep, so tight...  it always makes me cum huge!"

   From my own point of view, it made her pussy lips grip me more snugly,
and let me plough her to maximum effect, crashing had against her clit
every stroke.

   "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she screamed, "YES!  POUND ME!
HAMMER MY CLIT!  OHHHH GODDDD YESSSSS!" She managed to hold on to her
ankles, even though her body was being wracked by pleasure, as she came, as
she had described it.  Huge.  I kept spearing her feverishly, and she kept
shrieking, no longer making sentences, or even words, but there was no
mistaking her intended message.  Her pussy twitched and clutched my shaft
as she tripped through multiple orgasms, and it was bringing me closer as
well.  Finally, the circuit clicked.

   Glenda's shrieks changed pitch when she felt me gushing into her
blistering hot cunt, and she released her ankles, wrapping her legs around
my waist while she twisted her torso in bliss.  She pulled me close to her
heaving chest, crushing the full, firm, volume of her breasts against me,
trying desperately to connect her lips with mine.

   We both melted into each other's arms, panting sharply, exhausted by our
mutual orgasms.

   "Like I...  said...  Huge!" she hissed, smiling through the sweaty hair
that had fallen in her face.  "Fucking huge!"

   When I felt able, I pulled out, allowing Glenda to wobble towards the
bathroom.  I was still awake but just barely, when she returned, crawling
in beside me.

   "Hey, boyfriend?" she whispered.  I smiled, still giddy over that
designation.  She kissed me, then continued, "You make me feel wonderful.
Your cock does things to me that I can't describe.  Thank you." I felt her
sexy body press closer to mine, and we fell asleep again.

   I woke to the feeling of Glenda's lips on my cock, in the pre-dawn
light, as she sucked me to attention again, leading to a fourth coupling of
the night, another long, gentle session that left us both wasted.

   In the two weeks of school that remained, Glenda and I repeated our
gymnasium loft routine four times, almost getting caught the last time,
when someone came in to get something out of storage.  Only the intervening
racks of supplies hid our naked bodies from discovery, but the orgasm
Glenda had after the person left made it clear that getting caught was part
of the appeal for her.

   During the summer, we continued our torrid relationship, fucking each
other senseless.  One day, we went for a hike, on a local trail that led up
into the mountains, and across to the top of a huge waterfall.

   I had no question that we would be having some al fresco sex that day,
especially when I saw what Glenda was wearing.  Hiking boots.  Oh, and snug
fitting, stretchy black shorts, like volleyball players wear, that barely
covered her incredible ass, making her legs look even longer than usual. 
Up top, a skin tight yellow t-shirt, and that's it.  No bra.  With her hair
pulled back into a ponytail, and her shoulders pulled back by the straps of
her day pack, it was going to be a long hike.

   The trail was well marked, so I let her lead, which gave me the chance
to watch her ass wiggle ahead of me.  As fantastic as her chest was, her
ass was nearly equally mind-blowing.  She, of course, knew I was watching,
and had dressed accordingly.  I was content to follow her.

   We arrived at the fork in the trail, as good a place as any to take a
break.  It was a very warm day, so she had a good glow of sweat going,
soaking her shirt and making it more transparent.  When she turned and
dropped her pack, I could see just how transparent the front was.  Her
nipples were clearly visible, and I couldn't help licking my lips at the
sight.  Glenda stepped over into my arms.

   "I see you like my outfit," she laughed, pressing her lips to mine, and
her beautiful breasts into my chest.  We were alone, so I made no attempt
to curb my wandering hands, grabbing her tight, muscular ass with one, and
fondling her massive boobs with the other.  Her lips never left mine, and I
found myself being speared by her passionate tongue.  Our breathing ramped
up, matched by our level of arousal.  She moaned, finally breaking away.

   "We'd better get moving, or I'll fuck you right here," she said, smiling
at me.  "There's got to be somewhere more comfortable...  and less steep...
to have sex along here."

   "Yes there is, at the top of the falls," I replied.  "Go right, across
the bridge, and then just follow the trail.  There's a spot about twenty
minutes from here that's good for lunch." Glenda nodded, grabbed her pack,
and led off.

   For a girl with tastes that ran more in the urban vein, she was a great
hiker.  Those long 'dancers legs', so long, strong and lean, covered the
terrain easily.  I was so busy watching her ass, I hadn't noticed that she
had pulled the front of her shirt up over her head, resting it behind her
neck, so that she was essentially topless.

   This section of the trail wound up and down, traversing the ridge
through the heavily treed area.  It was cooler here, in the shade, and the
trail was wider, letting us walk side-by-side more often.  She had a smirk
on her face, feeling my eyes on her bare, bouncy breasts, and tall, erect
nipples.  The pack straps pulled her shoulders back more, providing more
lift and separation than the designers of the Wonder bra could have dreamed
of.  Then again, Glenda's huge tits were more than I could have dreamed of.


   We reached the overlook, where I had thought we'd have lunch, peeling
off the trail, and going down the cliff face a few feet.  I went down first
sliding the final six feet to the shelf.  I turned to help her down,
watching her wonderful boobs jiggle as she slipped down into my arms.  She
dropped her pack, and pulled her shirt off over her head.

   "Wow!" she gasped, stepping out onto the ledge.  The view was
breathtaking.

   "Wow!" I laughed, taking in the equally breathtaking view of her
curvaceous figure, silhouetted against the bright sunshine.  She looked at
me out of the corner of her eye, and blushed.  "Oh, you mean that view? 
Yes, something else, isn't it?  Wait until you see it from the top."

   It was beautiful.  About eight hundred feet above the trees and sea
below, with mountains looming on the other side of the inlet, the vista was
remarkable.  I had been looking out over the water, so it wasn't until she
stepped up beside me that I noticed she was now naked, save for her hiking
boots.  She had laid out her shirt and shorts in the sun to dry, or so she
said, but I knew of her fondness for public nudity.

   The ledge was about twenty five feet wide, and projected about fifteen
feet from the face.  It was tilted out a little, not quite level, with
thick carpets of moss closer to the back edge.

   "So, what's it going to be?  Lunch or...  Lunch?" she asked, cocking her
hips sideways.

   "Hmmm," I toyed, pursing my lips in feigned consternation, "perhaps the
latter, if that's okay with you?"

   As if to confirm her stance on the matter, she perched her pretty rump
on a cushion of moss and laid back, spreading her legs wide.  She crooked
her finger at me, beckoning me closer.

   "I'm hungry," she giggled.

   When I was within range, Glenda reached out, pulling my hard cock free
of my shorts, and engulfing it in her wet, drooling mouth.  I'd never had
my cock sucked on a ledge, eight hundred feet up a rock face before, and
I'm sure it was a premiere performance for her as well.  Her enjoyment of
public nudity, and sex with the risk of being caught, had been joined by
the excitement of sex with a true measure of physical danger.  This was no
place to be unsure of one's footing, and the compromised coordination that
often accompanied orgasm could prove more than just embarrassing here.

   She was satisfied that my cock was ready for action, and sufficiently
lubricated, so she released me and resumed her lounging position on the
soft, spongy moss, lifting her legs again in my new favourite position, her
'ballerina's V', which had been a standard for us since our first overnight
together.  Her pussy was slick with sweat and ambrosia, glistening in the
sunshine that beat down on us.  She gave me her best seductive smile.

   I carefully knelt on the moss, positioning my saliva coated erection at
her thick lipped vestibule, poised to spear her yet again.  Our sex life
had become the stuff of legend, at least among my friends, and even Terri
had thrown her hands up in surrender, no longer even asking what we were up
to.  Given the exploits we had shared, that spoke volumes.

   I leaned in, parting her tightly stretched lips slowly, and feeling the
muscular sheath glide smoothly down the full length of my shaft until our
pubic bones met.  Glenda had recently shaved me to match her, a process I
had been reluctant to let her complete at first.  Now, I was thrilled at
the sensual skin-to-skin contact it allowed...  and it made my dick look
even bigger!

   With my cock buried balls deep in her delectable snatch, she released
her ankles, leaving them resting against my shoulders, and wrapped her arms
around my neck, dragging my lips toward her own for a passionate kiss.  I
gave her pussy a couple of short, grinding stabs, pressing hard against her
clit.

   "Fuck, that's good!" I grunted, probing her pussy gently.  She had much
more to say.

   We've all seen shows on TV, or movies, where a loud noise makes people
whip their heads around.  I imagine that's what was happening to every man,
woman, child...  bear, deer, bird and woodchuck...  within earshot, as
Glenda's screams of glee bounced off the cliff face and projected out
across the valley below.  Loud doesn't begin to describe it.  She came
quickly, as did I, probably because of the potential death factor.

   We did have lunch, of the food consumption variety, afterward, with
Glenda sitting nude on the moss while we ate, letting my cum drip slowly
out of her pussy.

   "I'm sorry I was so loud," she said sheepishly.  "The situation just got
to me, and I lost control."

   All I could do is laugh.

   There were several more adventures in our future, but I began to feel
less emotionally attached to her.  There's no doubt the sex was remarkable,
but it wasn't enough.

   They say that sex is like oxygen ; it's importance increases as you get
less of it.  Well, I was getting an abundance of it, so despite Glenda's
incredible body, and willingness to share it with me, I started to look for
the things that weren't abundant in our relationship.  There was plenty of
lust, but no love, and that's what I was craving.  We drifted apart.

   There were a few very notable reunions, but we parted friends, with
enough hot, sweaty, cum soaked memories to last a lifetime.  She set the
benchmark for all my subsequent relationships, and it took me years to find
a partner that surpassed her.

   When I did, I married that woman.

   Maybe someday, I'll tell you about her.


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