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Susan stood, finding her balance on the stiletto heels. She led the way down the hall. There was a large, curtainless Palladian window over the front door. She paused to gaze out. Snowflakes flew. She covered her breasts and hurried down the stairs.
He said, "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. You're beautiful." There were two mugs set out on the counter. White mugs with Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street enameled on them. Susan swayed slowly over to the coffee maker and poured the steaming hot liquid into the cups.
Johnny stood, nearly blinded by the shimmering, long dark hair down her back. And the big tight ass. And those legs.
"You want milk and sugar?" she asked.
"Yep." He felt blood rushing back into his loins. "Where'd you get those panties? And the shoes? God, you're an angel and a devil all fired in a big cauldron of cum."
Susan turned, smiling. She brought the cups to his small round oak kitchen table. She set the coffee down.
He said, "Move your hair back. Don't cover those tits."
Susan nervously moved her hair off of her chest. Tits wasn't a word she'd ever actually heard spoken to her, about her. She noticed the tip of his penis was exposed, extending out of the bottom of his boxer shorts. She wasn't interested in coffee.
"Baby, where'd you get the clothes?"
"Huh? Oh, Victoria's Secret and Etienne Aigner."
"Remind me to open you accounts at both places." He blew on his coffee and took a swig. He grinned over the top of the cup, noticing she'd seen his hard on. "You want some more of me?"
Susan blushed. And nodded.
"Drink your coffee first. I'm gonna hop you up on caffeine."
She tasted a sip. The milk had cooled it enough to swallow.
He said, "As I recall, you wanted some salty cream in your cup."
She smiled.
He swiped the coffee from her and set it on the table. He pulled a bow-backed chair out. "Kneel on the chair. Facing me. Hold onto the back."
"Why?" She said, panicking.
In a low throaty voice, he said, "I'm gonna fuck your tits."
"No. Why are you talking like that? I thought...I thought you loved me?"
"Oh, I do, sweetheart. Susan. Can't you see that I'm a man?" He grabbed his crotch. You've gotta be able to satisfy all of my needs. Now that you're my only woman and I am the last man you'll ever know. You are both my virgin in white and my siren in red. The moment we met, your spirit captured all of me. My heart and my darkest sexual desires. There is nothing to be afraid of. I would never hurt you." He stroked her face. "I've got so many erotic delights to bestow upon you, my love. You just don't have any idea all the ways you can be pleasured by me. We're fulfilling each other's erotic destinies."
A cool draft blew across the room. Susan trembled.
"But...but I just want you to make love to me. Nice and easy. Missionary style."
He smiled and ran a finger across her pouty lips. "Don't worry, baby, you'll get me how you want me. But not yet. There is so much I will teach you, sweet innocent Susan." He brushed a lock of bangs from her forehead.
She exhaled and licked her lips. A feeling of sexual surrender enveloped her.
"You've never been properly fucked before, have you?" his voice was low and hungry. "I'll show you how."
He guided her onto the chair, then leaned down and fed on her breasts.
Her breath quickened as she felt and heard him suckling. He was so good at it. She ran her trembling fingers through his damp hair.
He stepped out of the boxer shorts and slid his cock in between her breasts. He squeezed them together and rubbed the raspberry nipples with his thumbs. In and out, he fucked her tits.
Susan went along with it. He seemed to be so turned on. She was turning him on. He liked her breasts so much, that not only did he play with them to pleasure her, he got his own.
And he told her so. "Baby, I love your tits. Love fucking your tits. I'm gonna come all over them."
Susan held tighter to the hard wood chair. She moved with his thrusts, staring at his rippling eight-pack, letting herself go. She said, "Rub it on my nipples."
Johnny stopped. She grabbed his cock and ran it in circles over her left nipple. Then the right. Another drop of pre-ejaculate. He leaned down and licked it. She gasped at the desire in his eyes.
"That's it, baby. Rub my big fat cock all over your nipples. Have a fuckin' titty orgasm." He twisted his balls.
She hesitated. "What? Is that possible?" She felt so stupid for asking.
He said breathlessly, "Yes. But some other time. I'm about to pop." He placed her hands on her breasts. "Play with them."
She kneaded her breasts and threw her head back as he guided his cock in between them, one hand sliding up and down his shaft. Susan then shoved her right hand into her panties.
He grabbed her other breast and squeezed it against his cock. He dropped his hand to twist his balls as he feverishly fucked her tits. He grunted and let go of his balls. He slid his left hand up and down his cock, faster, harder at the head. Johnny groaned, "Oh, yeah." He let go of her and grabbed a coffee cup. He caught the first squirt of ejaculate in it and dropped the cup back on the table. Coffee sloshed out. He shoved his cock between her breasts. Then over her nipples. Susan caught splatters of the remaining pulses in her mouth. He continued to moan, milking the last drops out. He finally exhaled.
Johnny moved the coffee cups to the counter. He picked Susan up and set her on the kitchen table. She felt the warm coffee under her back.
He shoved his index finger in her mouth. He moved it over her swollen lower lip, so turned on by the red makeup smeared on her face. He plunged his long finger deep into her mouth. In and out, as he licked his come from her tits, neck, face and ohhh...from her hair. He couldn't wait to come in her hair properly. Long, black silk just begging to be creamed.
Pulling his finger out of her mouth, he knelt on the black and white vinyl checkerboard floor. He'd picked it to match her kitchen floor. He sucked through her panties, running his hands all over her thighs.
She writhed around. Grabbing his head, guiding him. Nearly insane, she tried to wriggle out of the panties. He wouldn't let her. She whimpered again.
"No. The panties stay on...for now."
She reached down and forced the crotch seam to one side. He let her. She held it taut.
At the sight of her jet black masterpiece, he felt an electric surge in his loins. He parted the damp curls with his nose, inhaling deeply. Johnny licked around her vulva and shoved his tongue deep inside, enjoying all of her juice. He whispered on her pussy, "You're sooo clean. You smell sooo good."
Susan trembled at the touch of his words. She pulled his head up and guided his mouth onto her clitoris.
He slowed his tongue down and teased, little tiny laps. His prickly beard caused a pleasure/pain feeling. He pressed one finger, then two inside her, until they were deliciously juicy. "So tiny and tight."
As he withdrew his fingers, he sucked her clit. She wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed his face with her thighs. He sucked harder and faster. He rammed a slippery finger up her ass as she came. He felt the forceful contractions.
Susan screamed. She hadn't expected that. What a wonderful new dimension it added to the orgasm. Again, she was embarrassed. She unclenched her thighs, trembling.
Johnny gently withdrew his finger and lips as he stood up and wiped his wet face on the back of his sweaty arm. He offered her the coffee.
Susan looked at the cloudy swirls. She said, "Needs to be stirred." She stuck her finger inside herself, pulling out a long strand of lubrication. She dipped it in the coffee then removed her finger. He licked it.
Johnny smiled as he gulped the caffeine. He knew she was trying so hard to act experienced.
Susan tasted a sip of her coffee. She drank half of the sustenance down before he grabbed the cup from her and finished it.
Johnny placed the two empty cups in the sink. "So, how'd you like all that?" He searched her face. "Was the coffee sensual? Did you enjoy me gettin' off on your tits? Did I stimulate you enough that you felt the special connection between your breasts and womb? You do know it contracts when you come? Your uterus, vagina, and sphincter all contract when you come. You're too early in your new cycle. We'll wait until you've got P.M.S. When your tits are all big and swollen and sore. The hurts-so-good time. I'll get you off without touching your precious little pussy. And I'll make sure you don't touch it, either. Tits only." His voice deepened. "And how'd you like my finger rammed up your big, tight ass?" He tried to judge her response.
She blushed. "This is just all so new. No, I mean..." Susan was trying to rewind all the stuff he'd said about breast orgasms.
He grinned. "What, so you've done it all before?"
Susan strolled over to the sink and turned on the water.
Johnny's brain answered the question. No way. Not with straight arrow Brandon. Missionary and oral was probably the extent of her experience. And he'd seen him in the locker room. Brandon had probably been just big enough to get the job done. She had the smallest pussy he'd ever licked. And tightest. He'd have to get her foaming like a Maytag before he penetrated her. No way was he gonna hurt her. He might not get his big fat cock all the way in. He could probably shoot his wad in half a stroke. Gotta have restraint. She had to come first. Three. Four times. She thought that was her fantasy. Missionary. Wait until he converted her to the Temple of Firefighter Newman.
Susan rinsed the soapy water from the cups and set them in the beige vinyl dish drainer. "Where are your towels?"
Johnny opened the bottom drawer near the refrigerator. He procured a yellow gingham dish towel, dried the cups and put them away.
Susan casually swayed back over to the table. Her thighs were slippery. When they rubbed together, little bubbles formed.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Um...I think I need a towel, too."
He ran his eyes down her body. The gorgeous tits looked dry. Nipples had gone soft. Stomach was a little crusty with his dried cum. Her aquamarine panties were a shade darker. Then he saw her glistening thighs. His cock reacted.
Johnny glanced at the clock on his range. The green LED indicated 10:44 a.m. He walked over to Susan and ran a finger from her bangs, down the side of her face to her chin. "There's so many ways I need to fuck you. And make love to you. But there's no time. Not today."
Susan frowned.
He ran his finger down to her shoulder, then all the way to her left hand. He intertwined his fingers with hers and firmly squeezed around her ring finger, remembering the night he took Brandon's wedding ring off of her. "So, Susan, my goddess, it's time to unleash your fantasy. I'll be your missionary. Follow me." He held her hand, leading her down the hallway to the stairs.
She said, "I should clean up a little—"
He kissed her. "Sweetheart. Have you noticed my equipment? We're gonna need every drop of that. And maybe more. You've got the tiniest little pus—"
She was blushing.
"Sorry, I guess you don't like the dirty talk?"
He picked her up and draped her over his shoulder again. Fireman's carry. Her sex scent was intoxicating. What a fabulous high. World's best recreational drug.
Bent over his back, Susan's eyes transfixed on Johnny's rear end. She watched the glutes contract and expand. She'd never actually studied a man's rear end before. His whiskers felt rough on her bottom. He was nipping it as he ascended the stairs.
Quickly entering the master bedroom, he gently let her down in front of his dresser. He hurried over to the bed and sat down, legs outstretched, centering himself.
Susan walked toward him.
He said, "No, sweetheart."
Her eyebrows furrowed.
Johnny glanced into his lap. "He's interested, but tired. You need to do something to resurrect him."
She took a few steps forward.
"Push the track button on the stereo behind you. Up to track eight."
She did.
He said, "Sway with it."
A beautiful melody. Chimes. Guitar. Piano. So much percussion. Ticking. Soft and slow. Familiar. A man's seductive voice. Wait, Susan knew the song. She smiled and asked, "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?"
He nodded.
"But this isn't the Shirelles."
"From the Carole King tribute album. It's the Bee Gees."
He picked up the silk belt and strapped it around his balls. Pulling them up and down. He threw the cloth to her. She caught it.
He said, "Dance for me."
The song was long and really slow. Not like the original. The guy sounded like he was making love, singing in between long, gentle thrusts. Asking the girl if his performance was good enough so that she'd still be there in the morning. Begging her to tell him.
Susan made slow circles with her head. Running her fingers through her damp, tangled hair. She turned around and bent over. Johnny groaned.
She inserted the silk between her legs and slid it back and forth.
"Take your panties off. Now."
Still bent at the waist, Susan slipped her stretch lace panties off. She stepped out of them, now wearing just the shoes.
He grabbed his half-hard cock and his balls at his first full view of her big ass. Her sweet ripened pussy, laced in black curls. And the perfect little pink pucker. He stroked and pulled his genitals. "Come and stand over me. Sit on my face."
"I'll poke holes in the sheets with my shoes."
Johnny sprang out of bed. He held himself as he trekked over to the corner and sat in a square upholstered arm chair. "Come here."
She did.
"Give me your foot."
He stretched her leg out and placed her ankle on his shoulder. She leaned on the chair by his opposite shoulder. He licked her nipple. Johnny used his tongue to capture the aquamarine shoe lace. He held it in his teeth and untied the bow. He loosened the lace and removed her shoe. "Next."
They repeated the ritual. She stood in the chair, one foot on each side of his legs.
"Oh, yeah. Let me look at that. He grabbed her ass and squeezed her pussy into his face. No licking, just friction from his whiskers. Inhaling her sexual perfume.
She gasped.
"Hurt?"
"No." It did a little.
"You let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?"
She nodded. But no way would she let on. Only if it got unbearable. It hurt so good now and she didn't want to end this day without penetration.
"Get down."
She did.
"Bend over for me."
She did.
Her asshole. And pussy. Naked beauty. Much better than his dreams. His purple cock ached in full arousal. He ran a hand around her slippery thighs then juiced up his hard on. He wanted so bad to thrust it into her pussy, doggie style, but knew he'd have to wait for another day. Not today. And he'd have to really work her up to it. Because he knew he'd lose control. And he couldn't risk hurting her. He'd take his time. Tease her over the course of weeks. Tickling it from behind. Licking it. And her asshole. Ramming his well lubricated finger up there. Then teasing her with the tip of his big fat cock. And just a drop of pre-cum. Until she begged him to thrust into her pussy from the rear. And she would.
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Even from that position, Johnny was so skilled with his tongue. Flicking and sucking and rubbing his whiskers all around. Susan's legs trembled. She braced herself for another orgasm. She gasped as Johnny stood up. It wasn't fair to tease her like that.
He took her hand and led her to his bed. She lay back and he adjusted the pillow under her head. It slid easily on the sheet, silk against silk. Johnny gently splayed her raven hair over the white fabric, drinking in her beauty. He grabbed another pillow and told her, "Raise your hips up."
She did. He slid the pillow under her bottom.
"Why'd you do that?"
"To give me maximum depth. This is all for you, sweetheart. I'm making you a woman this morning. My woman. My goddess in white." He stared at his dream come true. He kissed her swollen lips. Gently, softly.
Susan had never wanted a man so badly in her life. He intoxicated her. She'd never felt hedonistic pleasure like the wonder of Johnny Newman.
He ran his hands down her body, stopping briefly on her breasts, then down between her soft thighs. He slid his fingers back and forth over the swollen lips. "Are you sore?"
"A little." Shoot. She didn't mean to say that out loud.
"I'll stop."
"No." She yanked him down.
He tugged away and straddled her face. "Lick me. Get me as wet as you can."
Susan closed her eyes and ran her tongue all over his pulsation. He withdrew. Spreading her legs wide, he gently started nudging her open with the tip of his cock. He placed a bit inside. She grabbed the sheets and moaned.
She said, "No. Wait. You forgot."
Johnny stopped and smiled. He kissed her. He stretched his arm to open the top drawer of his nightstand. He procured a sealed box of KY Jelly. And a blue velvet box. He rolled back over to her.
Susan asked, "What about protection?"
"A rubber?"
She nodded.
"No."
She started to sit up. "You don't have any?"
"I threw them out when we got back from Austin."
"But why?"
"Because I don't need them anymore."
"Well you're not coming inside me without one. You've been with dozens, probably a hundred girls. And they've been with thousands of men. I am not taking a risk." She tugged at the sheet under his feet. Struggling to cover up.
"Susan Cervini. I have never in my entire life fucked a girl without a rubber on. Never. Never had any slip off, or break. I have never had a cock up my ass or in my mouth. I have never put mine inside a man. I have never done intravenous drugs, nor had a transfusion. I am tested every year at my department physical. I'm not a carrier of HIV or anything else."
He exhaled. "I've been saving myself for you...Susan. I don't know what it's like to be unsheathed inside of a woman. To launch my seeds into the secret universe. But I'm about to."
He was making sense and he did have a point. And she needed a man. Johnny Newman. She lay back down, pulling him with her. She kissed him. Turning her head away, she said, "Wait."
"Now what?"
"Pregnancy. The other thing condoms protect against."
"You are on day five of your cycle. Sperm live twenty-four to forty-eight hours, tops. I feel confident the rhythm method is on our side. And if I'm wrong, I'll be the happiest new father in the world."
He searched her eyes. She should have been swept away by that confession. He exhaled. "Okay, after today, if you want, go and get some kind of pharmaceutical. No barrier methods. Oral contraceptives, the patch, injections. No, not the patch. I want every inch of skin available to me." He grinned. So did she.
He ran his fingers across her slit. Maybe with a little teasing she'd foam back up. If not, the KY was standing by. He slid his cock around the rim of her tight, hot womanhood.
Her hips thrust up to meet him. She grabbed his ass and tried to pull him inside. He resisted. She said, "Now. Please..."
He kissed her and rolled over, reaching for the blue velvet box. He said, "First, I have something for you." He opened the hinged lid, and pulled out a ring. A two-karat marquis cut diamond with a sapphire on each side. Twenty-four karat, white gold setting.
He held her left hand. "Susan, I've loved you from the moment I saw you. I cursed the fates. It should have been me who rescued you. But it wasn't. I couldn't betray one of my closest friends. He'd saved my skin a time or two. So I went on with the motions of my life. Never did I think one day I really would get the chance to have you in my life. In my heart. In my bed. You've so sweetly submitted to my fantasies. You'll never know how much that means to me..."
A tear trickled down his cheek. "I mean...you're a nice wholesome girl. And it must be difficult for you to let yourself go...to trust me. I hope I'm not being selfish, I've put so much thought into our coupling. I hope you are enjoying yourself just as much as I am?"
She blushed.
"Your body is responding like you are. I know a lot of it is probably new to you. But there's nothing dirty about our love. There's no need for you to be shy. I hope soon you'll feel secure enough to trust me and relax and just enjoy the ride. There are so many more ways I'll fuck you. In the name of love. Primal, natural as we were meant be. Soon you'll be begging me to. And all of the making love. I'll be the gentlest lover ever to have whispered your beautiful name...Susan, will you marry me?"
She bolted out of his bed and fled down the stairs. Yanked her coat from the closet and dug the keys out of her pocket. She flung the front door open. Freezing rain pelted her face. Susan jumped into her car and headed home. Naked.
The unresolved anger she'd locked away when Brandon died resurfaced as she drove. Susan shouted at the terrorists and at the New York City Fire Department and at the United States and then begged God for guidance.