I flew home on wings of desire, and the next morning I managed to get in a four-mile run, despite the importuning animal lust that had overwhelmed me during the preceding hours. There was an ulterior motive. I would arrive raunchy and disheveled at the pool, and subsequently beg to be allowed the use of her shower—not alone, I hoped. Turning up at the pool early, I quickly jumped in and let the water wash over me. Eventually she made her entrance into the pool area, resplendent in a tan poncho and carrying a long-necked bottle of red wine, a good sign, I hoped. Removing the poncho, she eased down next to me clad in a red two-piece bathing suit that did nothing to calm my lust. The sight of her enormous, half-exposed tits provoked the no-doubt-intended reaction, and my first impulse, which I obeyed, was to swim around behind her and press my body to hers, clinging like a second skin.
Trisha laughed. “You’re real hard,” she said as she began to undulate her amazing posterior against my thinly clad nether region. Our liquid environment made our embrace all the more intimate, and it was all I could do to maintain my composure.
After a minute she wriggled free and turned to face me, offering me a swig of wine, which I accepted. “I still don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” she murmured.
“Do you want me to tell you?”
She grinned at me. “Not so fast, buster. I came down here to swim.” And swim she did, propelling herself through the water like a sexy speedboat. For a while I tried to keep up with her, mostly unsuccessfully, then gave up, resting by the side of the pool until she tired and drifted over to me, with hardly any difficulty breathing.
“Where’s the wine?” she asked me.
“Finished,” I said, not telling the truth; I had dumped the remaining contents of the bottle into a planter at the edge of the pool. “But I bet you have some more up in your apartment.”
“I bet I do,” she said, grinning. “I could go up and get it and bring it down.”
“I’m tired of swimming,” I told her. “Besides, I could really use a shower. You have a shower, right?”
She just looked at me then, with those eyes that said No and Yes at the same time. In that moment my life seemed to tremble on the brink of catastrophe. But the gods were with me. A minute later we were taking the elevator up to her apartment.
Her place was small, basically just one large room, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. Her bed was relegated to a corner of the living area. There were mirrors on the ceiling, mirrors on most of the walls, mirrors nestled in the free spaces between the wall and the bed. Here was a woman who loved looking at herself—and with good reason.
She saw me looking at her as she again pulled off her poncho. “You really think you’re getting something today, huh?” she said challengingly, but before I could reply she led the way into the bathroom.
The sexually charged atmosphere didn’t exactly seem conducive to good housekeeping, yet Trisha set about cleaning the tub in preparation for my entrance. Watching her on her knees was more than I could handle. I reached over her head, turned the water on, and dropped my shorts to my ankles. My cock sprang free of its confines, standing at its full eight inches, nearly discolored from the strain.
Trisha regarded me strangely. Then she reached out and grazed my throbbing knob with her fingertips. This seemed to make up her mind for her. “Wow,” she said. “Not bad for a white boy. Get in the tub, white boy.”
I stepped in and stood beneath the steaming water. Trisha kept her eyes on me as she stood up and removed her top. Then she pushed the bottoms down and stepped out of them, granting me my first unimpeded look at her body.
The bathroom seemed somehow smaller as she moved to join me in the tub, taking her rightful place under the showerhead. Her hand immediately sought my cock, pumping it deftly while I explored her with my mouth. I luxuriated in the opportunity for leisurely discovery, sucking her nipples while I stroked her breasts, grazing my teeth along the nape of her neck, and moving in for a first kiss that was half lip, half tongue, and all heat. My cock was a buffer zone between our bodies, resting on her lower abdomen as she continued to manipulate it with expertise.
“I think I need to taste it,” she said, and with one fluid motion she crouched down so that her eyes were level with my navel and took nearly half of my dick into her mouth. I rested one hand on her head and the other on the wall as she went to work, her nimble tongue flickering across my shaft, my glans, and the spot where they met. She knew just what to do, prefacing each deep stroke with a generous helping of lip and tongue. Before long I could feel my balls tightening ominously. I pulled her up, and we proceeded to bathe and masturbate each other simultaneously, while the water poured down over our fevered bodies.
Then, freshly washed and insanely horny, we made our way into the other room and to her bed. As I lay down she set herself between my legs and resumed her oral assault on my quivering member, and soon I was being sucked to within an inch of my life. Helpless in the face of her mind-shattering skill, there was no way I could continue to hold back, and I came hard, without warning, directly into her mouth, crying out as I filled that mouth with rope after rope of hot spunk. Trisha, to her everlasting credit, took it all in stride, swallowing each spurt without complaint and without spillage.
She glanced at me happily as she let my drained but still hard dick slide gently off her lips. I knew then that this was going to be a lengthy night.
Trisha got up languidly to fetch another bottle of wine, which we passed back and forth for a few minutes. Then I slipped on a condom, turned her onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind. Her pussy, tight as a clenched fist, was sopping wet and pulsing rhythmically, massaging my cock with every stroke. As I continued to pump into her, her supple ass rose higher in the air while her upper body shifted downward, until her groans of delight were muffled by the bed pillows. I loved watching my dick slide in and out of the moist crevice of her amazing pussy.
We fucked in various positions over the next few hours, moving from the bed to the futon, then back to the bed. The snugness of her cunt literally snatched the rubber off my dick more than once. After my initial orgasm, I dedicated myself to pleasing Trisha any way that I could, bringing her to climax again and again, until she was begging me to come inside her.
After several hours of nonstop animal rutting, our collective energy had begun to ebb. We again relocated to the futon, where she lay languidly blowing me while I straddled her face. Then she drew her mouth away.
“One more time,” she murmured, and turned over onto her knees again. Doggie-style was her favorite position.
So we did it one more time, and then we collapsed. “Go home,” she said as I started to snuggle against her.
“I thought I’d stay the night,” I told her.
“I know you did,” Trisha said, and she wriggled her ass against me. “Go home now.”
The woman was maddening, but I couldn’t get enough of her. “What about tomorrow?” I said.
I heard her laugh softly. “Meet me at the pool,” she said, “and we’ll see.
”—F.W., Trenton, New Jersey
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