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Once Upon A Time (MF, affair)
by Anonymous Author

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     She had just turned nineteen, and was very pretty.  She
had long blonde hair, large brown eyes, much like a doe's, a
slightly turned-nose and a nice smile.  Slight of build,
with long, shapely legs, she walked proudly and seemed
pleased with herself.  I found her to be very nice, and as
she told me later, she found me very humorous.  She turned
me on, but what could I do?  What could she want with me?
     About two weeks after our first encounter I met her
outside the supermarket.  I helped her with her groceries
and she invited me in for coffee.  As she reached into the
cupboard for her cups, she was stretched on her toes and her
mini-skirt rode high on her perfectly rounded ass.
      My blood was pounding, and I had the hardest boner of
my life.  Here I was with this mature young women, who had
been alone for the last five weeks, according to her, and
she was now offering me coffee.  She may not of had any
intentions, but I had!
     Quickly turning the conversation,  I asked her if she
was happy with how her life had turned about.  She said that
it was not all she hoped it would be, and that occasionally
her life was very dull, very dull.  My last boyfriend didn't
seem to think I was intelligent.
     "He's crazy!  Your a great conversationalist, and very
pretty"  I said.
     Getting up, I took her hand, asked her to stand up, and
led her to a full-length mirror.  As I stood behind her, I
told her to appraise what she saw.  I complimented her on
her lovely hair, beautiful eyes, and gorgeous figure.
     "Do you really think so?" she asked.
     "I do.  And I've only seen part.  I'm sure you're even
prettier in your natural beauty."  As I said that, I
unzipped the back of her dress.  Slowly, I pushed it off her
tanned shoulders and let it drop to the floor.  Wow!  What a
beauty!
     There she stood, in bikini panties and mini-bra.  She
was all pink and tan from a summer of sun bathing.  I took
her in my arms and held her close, pressing my rampant
hard-on against her beautiful round cheeks.
     She trembled, said she didn't know what to do, and that
maybe I should go.  As she said this, she turned to face me.
Pointing to my crotch, I said,  "Yes, if you wish.  But, you
can't let me go like this."
     "No," she replied, "Let me see it."
     She dropped to her knees, and while I undid my pants,
she took my zipper down and gently reached in to hold my
cock and pull it out of my pants.  The thrill of her cool
hands, her face ,so close, the uniqueness of the moment, had
me throbbing in her hand.
     "It's so long and thick, so pink ,so hard and yet so
soft," she said, as she planted a kiss on its head.
     She gently slipped me back in between her "O" shaped
lips, which she closed gently, and started to slowly take
all of my prick into her mouth.  I shivered, and holding her
head gently, rocked a few times until I had come right into
her mouth.
     She continued sucking, turned me ,so my back was to the
bed, and gently pushed me ,so that I sat and then lay back
on the bed.  She pulled her mouth away for a second and
said,  "Please, lie still.  Let me love you.  You've been so
good to me."  I could not, and did not, protest.
     She went back to sucking my cock, which had started to
wilt, but soon had it raging hard again.  It stood up
straight.  She cupped her hands on each side, kissed the
tip, rolled her long hair around the shaft, and slowly
masturbated me.  It was divine!
     "Come lie by my side," I said.
     She did, and I held her in my arms, kissed her, and
told her that what she had just done was the best thing that
had ever been done to me.  As I spoke, I moved down and
caressed her thigh, round breasts, kissing them in turn.  I
kneaded her flat tummy, and moved on down to the short light
brown triangle.
     I opened the small outer lips slowly, and slipped my
tongue into the pink slit.  She lifted her ass clear off the
bed, and groaned.  I sucked and sucked, until her little
twat opened up like a tiny rose.  She was thrashing and
moaning, gasping and moaning, but I followed her.  I stayed
with her pressing my face into her lovely crotch, and using
my tongue and lips to bring her to orgasm.
     She started to moan as she clamped my head between her
beautiful hot thighs.
     I quietly placed myself between her legs and aimed my
cock at her pussy.  Her vaginal muscles were even stronger
than her mouth.  She stuck her heels in my ass cheeks and
pulled me deeper into her.
     Afterwards, we slept for an hour or so, and I left her
house never to see her again.