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Subject: My True Sex Life 6/7 - Emma (mf, con)
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I met Emma on a short vacation to a town some five hours away from my
own. I struck up a conversation with her in a bar, where she had been
involved in consoling one of her friends engaged in a rather heated
argument with her boyfriend. She called her friend a taxi, then
returned to the bar and sat near me - I initated contact by telling
her, quite genuinely, how impressed I was at how she handled a rather
sticky situation. She laughed, said thank you and told me that she
often acted as the peacemaker between her warring friends and their
partners. The thing that struck me about Emma, apart from her
confident demeanour, was her beautiful face - she had piercing deep
blue eyes, long auburn hair and a smile that would melt hearts. In
hindsight, I'd say she looked a lot like Kate Winslet, and like Kate
she wasn't thin. But girls carrying some extra weight has never
bothered me, so I proceeded talking to her.

It was a discussion that lasted over two hours, and when the bar
closed I found myself walking alongside Emma towards the taxi rank, in
search of a car home. I offered to see her home, and she accepted, and
after a long wait for a cab we finally found one. She was staying at
her friend's house, and when we arrived I found myself actually
getting out with her - I didn't know how she'd accept this, but she
said nothing, so I followed her inside. There were several other
people in the house, and we ended up in a bit of a mini-party in the
loungeroom, drinking, smoking, chatting and watching music videos.
Before long everyone else either went home or went to bed, leaving me
and Emma seated together on the small sofa.

We kept talking, and I was surprised to find that we shared a very
similar taste in music, so this kept the conversation running. Then,
when everything was said, I moved close to her, put my arm around her
and kissed her on the cheek. She looked apprehensive at this, and it
appeared I was about to be rejected, when all of a sudden she pulled
me close and started to tongue-kiss me deeply, hotly and passionately.
Of course I responded in kind, exploring her beautiful lips and mouth
with my tongue, my hands roaming all over her ample breasts and
backside, my cock like steel inside my jeans. After ten or so minutes
of kissing, I ventured a hand underneath her blouse, which made her
cringe slightly. When I asked what was wrong, she mumbled something
about her weight, to which I replied "if that was a problem, I
wouldn't be here now" and told her how beautiful I thought she was.
Worse part was, I was being honest.

This seemed to relax her, and she let me slip my hand onto her
bra-covered breast, where I found some quite large mounds of flesh
capped by the biggest, protruding nipples I've ever come across. I
kept reassuring her, in between kisses, that I thought she was
gorgeous, which seemed to please her, as she said nothing when my
fingers unbuttoned her slacks and slipped inside both them and the
tight-fitting briefs she wore underneath. I found a veritable lake of
moisture in her tidy pussy, parting the lips and slipping two fingers
inside (I later found out that Emma had enjoyed more than a few sexual
partners - she certainly wasn't the tightest girl I've ever screwed.) 

After a few minutes of this, I asked Emma if she would like to take
her pants off. She did the standard hard-to-get line - "I'd like to,
really, but not the first time, OK?" to which I gave the standard
new-age-guy reply: "OK, I respect that. Sure thing." But I then
returned my hand to her waiting cunt, this time with more fervour and
determination, sliding two fingers inside and leaving one out to
stimulate her dilated clitoris. This had an immediate effect on her:
she started wriggling, writhing, panting and moaning, and before long
I was able to start inching her unfastened trousers over her thighs
and down her legs. I almost had them off completely, when she stopped
me and said "go find a blanket or something, just in case somebody
comes out here." Bingo, I thought, and I went and produced a large
quilt from one of the cupboards.

Within seconds of my return I had Emma's pants and underwear off
altogether, and my own bottom-half clothing shed also. She lay back on
the sofa, and I positioned myself between her legs - not an easy task,
as it only seated two people! - and prepared to enter her. My cock was
only half-hard at this point, the legacy of too much beer, but any
concerns I had were thrown out as Emma's welcoming pussy easily took
what I offered it, my seven inches sliding slowly but comfortably
inside her belly. She let out a long, lingering moan, and closed her
eyes erotically as I penetrated her cunt - the sights and sounds of
her face alone caused me to reach full erection, and I started slowly
pumping my new girl.

I went slow at first, but it soon became apparent that Emma was a girl
who liked to be fast-fucked, as when I picked up the pace she started
making an unusual squealing sound in my ear. Her juices were certainly
flowing copiously, as I could feel them not only all over my cock, but
flooding my pubic hair, groin and running down my testicles as well. I
whispered in her ear and asked her if she was enjoying what I was
doing to her, to which she replied "ooh S****, that feels soooo
good..!" Just the reply I wanted! I started to pump quicker, slapping
my balls on the cheeks of her large-ish bottom, my cock slipping
almost entirely in and out of her cunt with each thrust. Boy did this
girl like sex, I thought to myself.

In the end it all became too much for me, and I unloaded what felt
like a litre of jism into her womb. She looked me right in the eye as
I did it, too, and seemed to revel in my orgasm almost as much as I
did. We then dozed off for a little while on the couch, and when one
of Emma's friends left for work at 8am the following morning, we
promptly occupied her big double bed - a considerable relief after
four hours and that fucking couch! I fucked her twice more the next
morning, once in the missionary position again, which she seemed to
enjoy immensely, while the second time I got Emma to get on top of me
and go cowgirl.  Both times I blew in her pussy, even though she
didn't say she was on the Pill - this caused me some stress later, I
can tell you! Fortunately I later found out she was indeed taking
contraceptives.

Anyway we traded 'phone numbers, and saw each other about six times
after that initial meeting - every time ended with a long-winded but
hard and fast sex session. She actually came and stayed a weekend at
my place (I was at university at the time) and we fucked no less than
eight times in 36 hours, in between other stuff like meals, movies,
walking and talking. But her real passion was sex, she absolutely
loved it. Her only problem was that she felt embarrased saying so, and
would often very nervously ask for me to do certain things to her
without using the accepted terms. For example she'd say "can you kiss
me down there" when she wanted her pussy eaten, or "get behind me"
when she wanted to be fucked doggy-style. She was a quiet, shy person
generally who turned into a tiger in the bedroom, but still had
trouble asking for what she wanted. But I didn't complain - would you? 

After a while we drifted apart and I lost contact with her - although
I still have her 'phone number, it's probably best that I don't get in
touch, as she's probably found another guy to scratch her itch. I'll
always remember our last fuck, at her employer's house (she's a nanny
for a wealthy family) where I visited her one weekday while the
children of the house were at school. I bent her over the kitchen
bench, her head almost resting in the fruitbowl, then rammed my dick
into her hard, fast and deep - just the way she enjoyed it. This was
right in front of the open glass doors, so quite possibly the
neighbours in that posh, upper-class suburb were looking on. But I
didn't care, I just fucked and fucked and fucked her well-used young
pussy until I squirted jizz right up inside her. Then, when I withdrew
and she stood up, it ran down her legs onto the expensive tiled floor
of her boss's house. Fuck them, I thought. But, to this day, I still
miss my encounters with Emma: she had the face of a beauty queen and
she fucked like a fertile rabbit - what more could a guy want?



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