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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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