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HESTER
by Friar Dave
friar_dave@mhbbs.com
Part One:
Hester and I had been seeing each other for about seven months when
the subject came up again.
"I wish I didn't have that hangup about -- you know."
It had been so long since we'd talked about it, I *didn't* know.
"What?" I cuddled her closer, savoring our mutual dampness.
"About, well, you know -- taking you in my mouth." She was laying
atop me and mumbling into my chest. My limpening dick was still
inside her.
"You do take me into your mouth, lots. And I like it, lots." I
squeezed her pert buttocks. It had taken some getting used to,
being in bed with her. I usually favor tall, well-upholstered
women. Barely five feet tall, very slim and with petite breasts, at
first it had been a bit too much like being with a young teen.
Especially since she the curling mass of her fine, dark pubic
hair was so compact. .
"No; I mean having you cum in my mouth." She tilted her face up
toward me. Her doe-shaped brown eyes were wide and soulful.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm cheating you." When she was really
concerned and intimate, enough of her native Georgia crept into her
voice to make her sound almost like a young girl, too.
I grinned at her. "That? Hey, I'll trade away that for what we've
got any time at all." Which was true true true. At 30, Hester was a
wildcat in bed. Sleek, lithe and firm, she threw herself into sex
with the same passion as everything else -- completely. Unlike a
lot of women I'd known, Hester was not afraid of simply
surrendering herself to pleasure, no matter how intense.
"Still..."
So what if those lush, full lips of hers and her slightly over-
generous mouth looked as if they'd been designed for cocksucking?
She *did* suck cock, and quite wonderfully. She simply didn't want
me cumming in her mouth. She said she loved to feel me cumming in
her sweet little pussy and -- sometimes -- her narrow little butt.
Hey -- no problem!
"Still what?"
"Well, I remember how you got when you told me about Elly...I
dunno. I guess I just don't know what's wrong with me."
Oh, yes -- Elly. The petite young Pole from the old neighborhood.
Elly -- who'd gone from overweight teenage pudgeball to a svelte
20ish doll who had only one flaw keeping her from being the ideal
vest-pocket Venus: her tits, which had ballooned out to something
like 32-DD. Elly -- who had loved swallowing cum so much that she
came herself when she got a mouthful. I was beginning to regret
mentioning Elly, though it had been with the best of intentions --
namely, to convince Hester that I'd rather be in bed with her and
her reluctance to suck me off than Elly and her hangups about her
own orgasms being shameful.
"Nothing's wrong with you. In fact, everything is just terrific
about you." Except your self-doubts and self-deprecation, I added
mentally.
"You're sweet," she answered, nuzzling my chest hairs. Then she
looked up into my eyes. The dim glow seeping into the bedroom from
the living room lamp emphasized her high, finely chiseled
cheekbones. She had cheekbones most models would kill for.
"You're also not telling the whole truth about it," she whispered.
"I remember how hard you got when you told me how she got off just
swallowing semen. You wish I was like that, too."
"Not if it means changing anything else about you."
"See? You do miss it."
"Not really."
"But you wish I was like that."
I squeezed her butt, hard, and felt her pussy tighten around my
dick. "You know what I like best, Hester?"
Her eyes were half-closed as she enjoyed the feel of my cock slowly
reinflating in her cunt. She slowly shook her head. "Mmm?"
"When you use your inside muscles to hug me and get me hard again."
A flush was growing on her cheeks. I could feel her nipples
stiffening against my chest.
"Like this?"
I groaned as her pussy began pulsating on my prick, pulling and
squeezing me. The first time we'd made it, I'd been a bit concerned
about her small twat and her small frame taking my fairly thick
dick. As tight as she was, though, she'd stretched easily and
enjoyed every fat inch. But when she'd begun clamping down on my
prick, I'd wondered if she really was a 14-year-old somehow
passing; the stricture was amazing.
And incredibly arousing.
"You like it when I do my kegels with you inside?" She grinned
evilly. The flush had spread to her neck. Beneath my hands, her ass
had begun slowly churning, around and up and down. Not a lot -- but
combined with what she was doing inside, she had me right back at
full erection.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!" she grunted, grinding her mound against me and
cumming.
I tried to dig my fingers into her butt and humped up at her.
"Gonna make you cum in me!" she gasped.
Her pussy flexed and spasmed, milking at my rigid prick.
"Gonna suck you off inside me!"
Flex-flex-flex. My balls were pulling up tight.
"Whantcha ta fill me with it!"
She pushed herself up on her arms and slammed her convulsing cunt
up and down on my prick for about two inches.
"Do it!"
I did it. The semen swelled through my prick.
"Yes! YES! EEEEE!"
And as always, when she felt my cock throbbing inside her, she came
too -- and came hard. My balls churned and another shot bolted
through my cock, squeezing past the constriction caused by her
orgasmically tightened pussy and bursting into the sheath of her
rippling cunt.
"EEEEE!"
I came again and again, draining my balls till they ached. When my
surges finally stopped, her cunt convulsed rapidly on my cock,
drawing up the last drops of cum and then some. I think my nuts
were dusty by the time she let herself collapse atop me again.
As our breathing slowed and I kissed the top of her head and
caressed her face and shoulders, she tilted her face up. She
studied my expression.
"I'm gonna find a way to do it, Dan."
"Huh?" I gasped wittily.
"To get over my hangup. I want us to have it all."
"Stop it, Hester. This is so good the way it is, I don't want to
change any of it."
"No! I want to do it all!"
"Sure, baby, sure." I patted her butt and decided that was as good
a place as any for my hand -- covering most of one rock-solid little
ham. I let myself doze, not knowing what her determination was
going to mean.
A few days passed. We spoke briefly once or twice. It was a busy
time for both of us. Hester was assistant marketing director for a
local cable station, and I was an ad copywriter. We'd met at a
fund-raiser for an AIDS home care group when both of us ducked
outside simultaneously for a smoke. It was only after we realized
how well we hit it off -- especially in the sack -- that I told her
exactly what I did and for whom. Some of my agency's clients were
among the biggest sponsors on her network, and one of them
sponsored the highly rated evening sports segment.
Anyhow, with sweeps week concluding and me just finishing off a
series of spots for a major local utility (which shall go nameless
except that fans of "The President's Analyst" may find a hint in
the initials "TPC"), we were both very busy little urban
professionals.
On Thursday, Hester left a message on my answering machine
reminding me that she was going to be away for the weekend at one
of her self-improvement retreats and telling me she hoped we could
get together the following Monday evening. That made me smile.
The smile and the promise almost weren't enough for me, though. On
Saturday I had to attend one of those dreadful family gatherings.
They were bad enough under the best of circumstances -- which is to
say, when they were brief and relatively limited -- but this was a
very tough one: a wedding. My cousin's oldest daughter, a girl from
New Jersey with huge hair and huge tits and a huge opinion of
herself, had roped a computer programmer. As I understood it, the
poor soul had a mammoth IQ, about a dozen key copyrights on code, a
ton of money and about as much experience with women as you'd
expect from a prime example of nerdis extremis.
What made it worse, though, was Alicia. The bride's younger sister
decided to see how much of a rise she could get out of me by
teasing me mercilessly. Like her sister, she had huge hair and huge
tits, which made it tough enough, except she also knew very well
how to tease -- and she was 15. It rapidly became apparent to
me that she was using her attentions to me to madden a 17-year-old
from the groom's party. Nothing I did or said made her stop until I
whispered into her shell-like ear that I couldn't wait for us to be
alone so she could feel seven thick-as-her-wrist inches up her cute
little butt.
Naturally, I was in a great mood by the time I got home to my empty
apartment Saturday night, and a Con Ed crew drilling the pavement
at six on Sunday morning put a cap on it. I finally went to the gym
and put in a half-hour on the heavy bag to work off some of the
tension.
When Monday evening finally rolled around, I had almost become
human again, and I was looking forward eagerly -- and then some --
to spending some Quality Time with Hester, i.e., fucking our brains
out. She showed up her standard 20 minutes late, a tote bag
slung over her shoulder. She was wearing high-heeled boots, skin-
tight faded jeans and was clearly braless within her white blouse.
With her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she looked like an ad
for statutory rape.
"Hi, lover," she cooed, and launched herself into my arms. We
sucked face ferociously as she dropped her bag and wrapped her legs
around my hips. I cupped her tight, denim-sheathed butt in both
hands and kicked the door shut.
Two minutes later, we came up for air. She climbed off me and
giggled. Her nipples were swollen through her blouse. "Miss me?"
"And how!" I growled, reaching for her. She danced away, holding up
her hands to ward me off.
"Just you wait a minute, buster. I've got something for you."
"Souvenir of the weekend of self-improvement? What was this one all
about, anyhow?"
"You'll find out soon enough," she said, smiling slyly. She was
rummaging through her tote bag. "Ah!" She stood and handed me a
small squeeze-bottle labeled as coconut-scented massage oil.
"Thank you," I said. "We can massage each other and -- "
Her smile broadened.
"What?"
She sat on the couch, still smiling, and held up one leg. "Boots
please, sugar?"
I grinned, not knowing why, and fell into the ritual. I tugged off
first one, then the other of her fine, leather calf-high boots. She
continued to smile.
"Come on, Hester -- give."
She stood and motioned for me to sit. "This is something I've been
wanting to do for a long time. First, put a little of the oil on
your hand -- just a smidgen."
I uncapped the bottle squeezed a tiny drop into my palm. The aroma
of fresh coconut was intense. I set the bottle aside and rubbed the
oil all over my palms. "Okay?"
She took my wrists and brought her hand up to her face, closing her
lovely eyes and inhaling deeply. With her eyes still shut, she
said, "Now, what's sweeter than sugar?"
What the hell was going on? I wondered, but decided to play along.
"Ummm....honey."
"Mmmmmm." Her eyes opened, and I recognized the look. If her nipples
had been stiff before, now they resembled spikes. Still holding my
wrists, she used her legs to pry mine apart and sank to her knees
between them. She put her hands on my thighs and said, "Now you just
sit still, sugar."
Hester quickly unfastened my belt and opened my zipper. She pulled
my stiff prick out, leaned forward and plunged her mouth down over
the knob. Her lips tightened on my shaft, and she began to suck
while using her tongue on the underside of my glans.
"Wow! Dammit, that's sooo gooood," I moaned. "Oh, honey!"
When I said "honey," she seemed to turn up the suction. She began
alternately tightening and loosening her lush lips on my raging
cock and moving them up and down just a bit on the shaft. And all
the time, her tongue was fluttering wildly on the underside of my
glans. She kept making these hungry little groaning noises. Her
right hand came up to grab the base of my cock, and she began
slowly pumping it. Her left hand went between her legs, and she
started grabbing the denim-covered chub of her cunt.
My balls tightened, and I had to make a conscious effort not to
buck my hips at her. "W-w-watch it, baby -- I'm gonna cum soon!"
She moaned deep in her throat. She sucked all the harder, her hand
began tugging on my shaft urgently, and her hips began to lurch
just a bit. She palmed her cunt urgently.
I felt the pressure building. "I'm gonna -- gonna -- honey -- "
She again turned up the suction and the tongue work, groaning deep in
her throat. The vibrations were the last straw. The jism blitzed up the
length of my cock and spurted into the hot. welcoming cavern of her
mouth. She swallowed and sucked for more, I fired another blast, and
her hips bucked and trembled. She was cumming!
Seeing her get off as she greedily sucked my cock and swallowed my
semen caused something inside me to let go. I sighed and relaxed
and just let the cum flow. My loads were larger than usual, it
seemed, and they just kept detonating. And with each big burst of
my sauce, she just seemed to cum all the harder and suck all the
more urgently.
When I finally finished emptying my nuts into her mouth, she
released my cock with a long, gently loving suck. Hester settled
her butt on her heels and lay her head on my thigh, panting. I
caressed her head and her face and finally pulled her up onto the
couch with me, cradling her in my arms.
She tilted her still-flushed face up at me. Her lush lips were
still slick with my cum. I bent and kissed her, tasting my semen on
her soft mouth.
When we broke the kiss, she smiled. "I can't believe how much I
came," she whispered.
"I loved it. But I don't understand."
She blushed and lowered her eyes. "My self-improvement course."
"You practiced cocksucking?"
She giggled softly. "Un-uh. Self-hypnosis. I learned to plant a
suggestion. In this case, I'd get so hot to suck you off and
swallow your semen that when I finally did, I'd cum. And keep
cumming as long as I could swallow it."
I understood, then. "And it's a double-trigger: the smell of the
coconut and the word -- "
She put her finger on my lips. "I can still smell the coconut, so
don't say it until you're ready to deliver."
"Hmmm." I kissed her ear. "What happens if you get triggered and
there's no source for relief? Ever thought of that?"
"Oh, I thought of it. On one of your phone messages, you say the
word. I took a sniff of the oil and replayed the message."
"And?"
"Pretty grim. I masturbated till my fingers were stiff, even tried
using my massager and inserting a small Evian bottle. No go. Got in
the tub and put the hand-held shower massager to use. No go.
Finally went to sleep, exhausted, stiff -- and still horny. Sleep
seems to release it. But you wouldn't believe the dreams I had."
"Sounds promising." It looked promising, too. Her nipples had gone
back to high beam. "But you do still like, um...other stuff, I
hope!" I slid my hand down to cup her firm little breast. She
sighed and pushed against me.
"Um-hmmm!"
"Good. I'm hungry."
"What do you want to -- EEEK!"
Her shriek was surprise. I scooped her into my arms and stood,
carrying her awkwardly -- my pants were still around my ankles --
into the bedroom. I dumped her onto the waterbed and then fell
alongside her.
"Sir, are you going to ravish me?" she whispered in her best
Georgia peach tones. She lay with her arms back, elbows bent, and
her legs slightly parted.
"You bet." I fumbled open the buttons of her blouse rather nimbly
and set to giving her firm little tits the attention they deserved.
When they were nice and wet with my saliva, I blew gently on them,
cooling them. She hummed softly and tunelessly -- until I gently
took one spiked nipple carefully between my teeth, eliciting a gasp
of pleasure from her. I rubbed the trapped tip with my tongue and
she groaned loudly and writhed slowly. When my hand reached her
crotch, I cupped and lightly squeezed her pubis. She ground it into
my palm. I slid my hand up and deftly unsnapped the waist of her
jeans, then pushed the zipper down.
As I released her left nipple and began suckling at the right one, I
began pushing the jeans down off her slim hips. She wriggled,
trying to help, but it wasn't enough; her jeans were too tight, She
reached down herself and pushed them to her thighs. She wasn't
wearing panties. Promptly, I began licking my way down over her
tummy and flat abdomen. I reversed myself on the bed and began
licking her upper thighs as she tugged my trousers off my ankles.
With her jeans holding her knees together, I had to stretch my
tongue down to reached her swollen, slippery labia. Her moans got
louder when I slid my hands beneath her to cup her small, hard ass.
I lifted her to my mouth and slurped at as much of her cunt as I
could reach. She was gasping fairly frantically now. When I slid
one hand a little farther and wedged a finger into her cunt, she
moaned loudly. Her pussy began spasming on that lone digit. I
pumped it slowly as I ran the underside of my tongue over her
swollen clit. She came, hard, grunting and then screaming softly.
As she came down from her rush, I rolled her onto her stomach,
turned myself on the bed lengthwise and crawled up over her. I
lowered myself, using one hand to guide my cock between her closed
thighs.
"Yes..." she hissed softly.
I fit the head of my prick into her cunt and let myself down on her
some more. The top of her head didn't quite reach my chin, and I
supported my upper-body weight on my elbows.
"Oh, yes...oh, yes...ohyesohyesohyessss..." she breathed as I
slowly pushed the length of my thick dick into her tight-made-
tighter pussy, stretching her wider and deeper until she had the
whole meaty cylinder. Her hips shuddered and I felt her cunt
spasming irregularly around my dick. Then she hunched her butt up
and back at me sharply. Her pussy clamped tightly around me as her
buttocks clenched in her cumming.
"Ravishing you," I whispered.
"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me hard!"
I ground my pelvis in little circles and savored her loud moans of
pleasure, then pulled halfway back -- only to slam down into her,
wrenching a yelp of enjoyment from her.
"Yes! Do it hard!" she demanded.
I repeated it, each time pulling back a little farther, teasing her
with just my knob still inside her, then slamming down deep into
her, grunting with the effort.
Suddenly, I rolled us both onto our sides.
"Pull your knees up," I wheezed. As soon as she did, I rolled us
both to our knees, still locked at the loins. She let her shoulders
down to the bed as I knelt behind her, grasping her hips. I pulled
ever so slowly back, looking down to observe the action. I did so
enjoy seeing my thick cock pulling out of her small cunt. As tight
as she was in that position, her cunt lips seemed to grasp my prick
and some of the inner lining of her pussy actually seemed to turn
inside out. Even her smooth little rosette of an asshole puckered
out at me when I drove my meat into her. Given her narrow hips and
tiny ass, it made my cock look huge by comparison -- impossibly
large for her to accommodate.
"Fuuuuuuck," she moaned deep in her throat as I hesitated, only my
tip still inside her.
I rammed into her, hard and deep. She grunted and then began
thrashing her upper body on the bed. I plumbed her steamy depths,
pulled back and did it again, pistoning my meat in her tight cunt.
She shifted and slid her hand down to her crotch. I knew the
instant her fingers found her clit; her pussy went nuts.
I was pumping like a madman, sweating heavily and snorting. The
room was ripe with the aroma of her cunt juice. I tightened my grip
on her hips and lifted her knees off the bed, with her head and
shoulders still down.
"Yassss..." she growled, knowing and relishing what was coming.
Using main force, I held her before me and began yanking her back
at me in time with my thrusts. Her hands fell limp to the bed and
she let me rut at her, harder and faster and deeper. I felt the
rush start in my balls and then the lava surged the length of my
cock, swelling it deeper and thicker into her. I pulled her tightly
against me and let her knees come back down to the bed, and then I
was gushing into her. She squealed softly into the bedcover and
pulsed on me with every spurt.
The dregs eased into her sweet pussy, and with them went the last
of my strength. I half-collapsed down onto her, pulling both of us
onto our sides so we could nestle, spoon style.
"Oh, sugar," she breathed, hugging my spent cock with her pussy.
"That was so good, honey," I said, thoughtlessly.
"Oh, nooooo...." she groaned. "Why did you have to say that?" I
felt her nipples, which had softened, stiffen in the palms of my
hands. She wriggled out of my embrace, releasing my spent dick. She
climbed up on her hands and still-hobbled knees. "I have to suck
you," she whimpered. "Have to suck you off." She pushed me onto my
back.
"You mean -- "
"Gotta have it," she mumbled, crawling over me and slurping my limp
prick into her mouth. Her tongue was like sandpaper on my
ultrasensitized cock, and I let out a loud "Ouch!" as she struggled
to get any residue off my cock.
She raised her head and looked at me with desperation in her face.
"I gotta have your cum or I'll go crazy!"
Inspiration!
"I know where there's plenty." I sat up, groaning, and reached to
her crotch, still soaked with our juices. I stuck a finger into her
and withdrew it, slimed with our juices. "Here."
She devoured my finger, thoroughly cleaning it. "Yes!" she
breathed, rolling onto her back. We worked together to quickly drag
the jeans the rest of the way off her, and then she reached between
her legs with both hands and started scooping all the semen she
could from her cunt to her mouth. Suddenly, her hips shook and she
arched off the bed.
When she settled back, she was breathless.
"Are you okay now?" I asked, laying back next to her.
She nodded, panting. "Gotta be careful what you say to me."
"No kidding."
She rolled onto her side so her lovely little breasts were pressed
against my arm. "I have a confession."
"Yes?"
"I liked it."
"I noticed."
"No, not just the cumming and everything..." She lowered her gaze
and actually seemed to blush a bit. "The wantonness. Is that a
word?"
"It is now."
She smiled slightly. "Even -- even feeling slutty. Just wanting and
craving your cum in my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat, in my
belly..." She was half-gasping. "Living on your cum, feeding on it,
nursing at your cock and feeling it big and hard and pulsing in my
mouth..." She had one hand between her legs again. "I love feeling
your cock swell with each spurt." She closed her eyes and shuddered
slightly. "I feel like I can just let go and indulge myself. I
really think it's the most intense orgasms for me."
"That most erogenous of organs."
She nodded solemnly. "The mind does have a lot to do with it. You
don't mind it, do you?"
"Being sucked off and watching you cum from doing it?" I smiled. "I
can live with it as long as we keep doing other stuff."
"Oh, goody." She threw her small arm across my chest and nestled. I
kissed the top of her head. "What about food?"
"Not really hungry," she mumbled, half dozing.
"I wonder why?" I kidded, but she was already out. I ordered in
Chinese for delivery from a place that boasted of never adding any
chemicals to the food -- especially MSG.
Even without the MSG, though, an hour after dinner, Hester was
hungry again. I was too much of a gentleman to refuse.
[more in part two]
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