Jennifer smiled and quickly unbuttoned my pants sliding them down my legs and kneeling in front of me. Her movement freed my cock with such force it swung smacking her right in the face as she took my pants to my ankles. I was so embarrassed. Here I had this gorgeous fox undressing me and my dick just slapped her in the face. I could feel the warmth of embarrassment rising in my face. Jennifer, looked up holding her cheek looking right into my eyes. As I went to apologize she just giggled, “Get hold of yourself man, aren’t we all anxious.” I again tried to apologize and state it was ‘out of my control’ when kneeling before me Jennifer placed both of her nimble hands on my cock. My mouth partly opened to retort just closed right away with the powerful pleasure shooting through my dick. No female had touched me since Kristi and damn, now I had this wonder young lady kneeing before me with both hands slowly stroking my pole. I had the infamous raging hard-on by this point my nutsack taught against me as my cock seemed to draw blood from my toes to fill its gorges. With each pump of Jennifer’s hands it seemed that more and more my cocked hardened, its head deep purple. I moaned in ecstatic bliss at her attention to my length and each of my moans seemed to drive her further. As I looked down she brought her face into cock range again, bold move I thought, and then she kissed my purple head with her wonderfully soft lips, dancing little butterfly kisses across my cock head. This was a first for me and I loved it. “Oh, damn Jennifer,” I howled as she looked up at me and smiled divinely. Next she parted her lips and her tongue darted out tasting my helmet, again the attention as mind blowing, I could hardly believe it and was sure I had just died and Jennifer was an angle. Jennifer adjusted herself again before she opened her mouth and sank her head onto my cock. I was enthralled with the feeling of her wet mouth around the end of my shaft, her tongue flattened to the base of her mouth by the intrusion and her lips firmly around my shaft. Because of the girth of my cock I could also feel her teeth raking along my manhood. It felt so damn good and wanted to just drive the length of my cock right down her throat. I guess my thoughts must have made some movement as I could feel the back of her throat and she quickly spit me out. Then adjusting her hand she took me back in her mouth again. Jennifer started to suck off the end of my cock as her other hand continued to stroke the bottom half and caress my tight nut sack. After a while in which I felt myself building on this siren’s assault on my member, Jennifer stood up smiling at me with a deliciously erotic look. I stepped out of my slacks, boxers and loafers in one step and she finished undressing me by removing my polo shirt. Jennifer then turned around lifting her hair the zipper to her dress visible. I grabbed it quickly and sent it to fully open. As I passed her bra I could see the most magnificent black lace under her dress. Jennifer turned again and slid out of her dress giving me the first full look at her underware clad form of alabaster beauty. Her bra was one of those strapless lace types, I have no idea how it stayed up on her demure tits and her panties were a short number, nearly see through. As I gazed at her crotch I was presently surprised to see a dark bush of hair as black as night. Jennifer smiled again grabbing my hand and taking me over to my bed, where she pushed me down onto my back. Climbing on top of me Jennifer gave a demure look before removing her bra. My cock was flopped onto my belly as she lowered her tits until they made soft contact with me dick. Despite not having much in the tit department Jennifer used what she had and her nipples turned rock hard shortly. She would rub her tits while sucking the head of my cock in her mouth the pleasure riveting inside of me. Shortly Jennifer rose up and lowered her panties slowly and with a nice rocking motion that just drove me crazy. Her bush was dark yet well trimmed. Slipping out of her panties she spun her body around placing a leg on either side of my chest. She grabbed my cock with her hands again lowering her lips to it and then lowered her vulva toward my mouth. I guess I didn’t get any vote in the matter with her bobbing on my cock her pussy deliciously wet my nose taking in her full musk. I flicked my tongue assaulting her labia and Jennifer moaned around my cock. My tongue gave her long lashings, assaulting her hardening clit, and then I drove my tongue deep into her velvet folds tasting her sweet honey. Damn I wanted to cum right there and felt I could spend the rest of my life with this woman on my cock her pussy lips kissing me. Jennifer slowly took her head off my cock after a few good thrusts in which I swear I felt my head dig into her tonsils. I was assaulting her pussy with my mouth and consistently rewarded with her moans of pleasure and stiffing of her body. When I sucked her outer labia into my mouth she went right over the top shaking, waling, and finally collapsing on top of me. Jennifer remarked, “Damn that was good.” With my hard cock underneath her, my pelvis still was grinding and balls looking for a release, “Yeah, my turn.” Jennifer turned her head, “Got a glove lover boy?” I nodded toward my nightstand where she quickly dug into a box of magnums. Sliding a rubber on my dick Jennifer slid over still on top but now her face next to mine. A deep kiss with tongues dancing until she broke, “Let me do this, OK.” What could I say, “OK” and nodding in agreement. Jennifer squatted over me, her tight cannel waiting my exploration. With one hand on the wall next to my bed and one on my dick she lifted up the pole and rubbed the head against her opening. With each stroke against her labia I could see her honey tasting moisture wicking the head of my cock, damn rubber. Slowly Jennifer sank her body onto me and I could feel the intense heat and tightness of her pussy clamping around my cock. She took about half of its length straight in sheepishly grinning at me. “Dildo,” she stated matter of fact as she lowered herself to her knees and started rocking her pussy up and down my cock. I could feel her muscles gripping my cock even harder and she started to pant heavily ridding me. Damn, I wanted more in and I decided to help her some pushing up. Bad news, I bumped hard into a knob inside of her pussy and she shrieked. Jennifer stopped all movements but she did not pull out. “Ok,” she looked me sternly, “as I said this is the deal, I’m in control here. I got to take you at my pace or you will hurt me.” I was ashamed, and her shriek brought up the memories of Kristi crying when I tried to fuck her. I nodded OK and stated, “I am so sorry, you just had me so riled up and I really want to go all the way in.” Jennifer smiled, “I don’t know if I can take all of you and I need to take you as I can handle it. Don’t assist, just lay back and enjoy the ride.” Lying on top of me Jennifer kissed me deeply, her tongue fencing with mine again then slowly started rocking again. “You threw me off, now I have to start all over again,” she cooed. Jennifer rocked her hips wiggling her ass, I grabbed a full hand of each cheek and she moaned in appreciation. Soon she was pumping my cock in her tight little cannel each thrust adding another centimeter into her. I was in pure heaven, as my hands could grab her ass, I could lick her small tits or have deep kisses with Jennifer. The lust I felt for her was pure and seeing this beautiful woman taking my cock into her was just breathtaking. Jennifer rose back up onto her knees and I could see my fat cock had her labia spread far apart. She had all but the last few inches buried deep inside her, the heat and tightness threatening to milk the cum right out of my balls. The view of her as she leaned back and placed her hands on my knees was nearly too much. Her wonderful dark cover mons, gash wide open invited my touch. Quickly finding her bud I flicker her again and she let out a loud “YES”. I was sure the neighbors heard us but did not care and continued to flick her clit… “YES… YES…. YES” Jennifer roared and I could feel her pussy squeezing harder around my cock. She was taking long strokes now and it was not long before I could feel the bubbling from my balls move to the base of my cock. Then powerful streams erupted from my head. With the first shot Jennifer must have felt it right through the magnum and wailed loudly her whole body shacking hard. It felt like my cock was taking forever as each spurt welled in my balls, up to the base of my cock and then launched out with force. Each launch striking the thin skin of the condom, yet sending shudders through Jennifer’s body, her cannel tightly griping my dick milking my cum. With the intensity of my explosion over I felt for sure we were done, I could not imagine anything more releasing. Jennifer just popped her cunt right off my long cock then flipped around again. She shoved her pussy into my face hard, ripped the condom off and drove her mouth on to cock like a mad woman. I did not even get a chance to get soft as she sucked on my like a woman in need. Jennifer was smearing her pussy all over my face. When I released my tongue into her now well spaced hole she fucked it hard. I nibbled on her pussy lips and she pushed harder against my cock. Soon another welling and I deposited a load into her mouth, not as hard as the first shots but well enough. Jennifer mewed and moaned as she stroked my cock, jisim everywhere. She pushed her pussy hard against my face, her own hand flicking her clit now as she slowly lapped the remaining cum off my dick. Soon Jennifer was wailing again, her body stiffening and her labia fluttering against my lips her warm sweet juices flowed into my mouth. This was the first time I actually looked back up at Samantha, who sat quietly through my entire recitation, sharp nubs clearly visible against the thin material of her white dress. I guess whatever bra she was wearing could not completely contain her excitement. Seeing my eyes locked on her body Sam shuffled in her chair nervously, “Maybe we should get a coke or water,” she dismissed. I continued to sit on her sofa, “You go ahead I ain’t moving for a bit.” Samantha smiled again, this one seeming more pure, “Would you like something….. to drink.” “Diet Coke,” I replied. I watched her little ass wiggle out the door despite the white dress still visible, or maybe that was my imagination. I took my mind completely off Jennifer and Samantha and used one of the many tricks I learned to tame the boner. Removing sex completely out of my mind I concentrated on stuff like detailing the assembly of the bumper and winch I completed earlier today. By the time Sam came back with a Diet Coke and a Dr. Pepper my cock had returned to at least a semi flaccid state so that it was not painful. “So you and Jennifer, sounds like you found a way to enjoy yourselves, how long did it last,” Sam stated rushing memories back into my mind. “We dated the rest of the year, fucked like rabbits every time we got a chance. I enjoyed her for so many reasons, but despite her fucking and sucking me to death it was always ride ‘em cowgirl with her on top. I tried many times to mount her missionary style and almost had her cornered doggy style once but she quickly retreated. She was always on top, she was always in control.” Sam took a deep draft of her Dr. Pepper. “OK, and when did it end?” “I went off the college, Embry Riddle, to study aviation and become a pilot. Guess it was not meant to last over long distance. She expected me to stay local in a state school, but I was determined to become a pilot. That summer with her was about the last time I played the trumpet. “ “That is so sad,” Sam responded. “Why don’t you play anymore?” “Didn’t get a scholarship for playing trumpet and my studies moved on to Aviation. I took up martial arts in college as well, finally getting involved in some sort of sport. Just never felt it and after putting down the trumpet for so many years it was difficult to play. My embouchure has weakened over the years and I just cannot play the way I could. Tried picking up the horn a few years ago, just embarrassed myself.” “Embouchure,” Sam asked. “Yep the shape and strength of my lips, to play the trumpet I had to have strong and well controlled lips. You wonder why the band chicks were always so happy?” Sam nodded in agreement. “Strong well controlled lips, we horn blowers know how to buzz our lips and flick our tongues. Ever had your pussy trumpeted,” I asked forgetting that I was talking to my therapist. Sam also seemed for the moment to forget that she was my therapist as you could see the gears in her head turning, a sparkle in her eye, “No, can’t say that I have.” Despite this sexual innuendo between not quite patient and therapist I seemed to be able to keep my cock at bay as it continued to shrink to its hand sized flaccid state. “What about that ride,” I asked? “What,” Sam stammered. “The ride in the Jeep. Haven’t ridden until your tops down and doors are off,” I jested. Sam looked at the clock on the wall, past six and the demure white dress that she was wearing. “I don’t think I am dressed for a Jeep ride today, Dave, but thank you.” “I laughed, tuck the skirt baby,” opps did I really just call my therapist baby? Sam did seem offended by that, “Not today, Dave. Now our session is complete. Are you available tomorrow?” “Sure,” I replied, rejected, “Five.” “No patients tomorrow afternoon, how about one and we will make this an out of office session.” “Out of office,” I asked? “Yes, sometimes getting in touch with outdoors is good for your energy and psyche. I assumed that if you drove a jeep, topples and doorless, then you enjoy the outdoors,” Sam stated. “Humm, yes, yes I do, where to,” I asked? Sam again gave the honest warm smile, “You surprise me.” Chapter 3 I always listed to Terri’s morning show on the local FM radio and once again we met at the local coffee shop afterwards. Today I wore my Panama Jack Jeeper look with tan outdoors shorts and a dusty button down. Sipping her coffee Terri remarked, “Well don’t you look all rustic.” “Sam has me scheduled for an out of office today at one,” I happily replied. “Out of office, is that code for you want to nail little Samantha,” Terri jested. “Her, idea,” I stated the sexual innuendo not lost on me. “Ahh ha, and do you always do what women want?” “Humm, let me think… seems to work out OK, I rang your bell,” I smiled. “Bite me,” Terri huffed. “I did, you liked it then you swallowed me,” I stated innocently. “Dave, Dave, if you are not careful you won’t make it to see Samantha today,” she winked. “I thought you didn’t like that during the weekday. Embarrassing when you have to hobble into work the next morning,” I reminded. Terri just burst out laughing, “Thanks for reminding me. I don’t want to make that mistake again,” Terri stated with a big emphasis on the word don’t. “You tell your therapist that you want to nail her yet,” Terri continued. “No.” “Well you’ve got her out of the office today, what a better time,” she winked. “Where ya taking her?” “I know a trail up to the lake, wonderful little lookout.” Terri’s eyes gleamed, “Hey I know that little lookout.” I just smiled, yes Terri knew the lookout I was talking of, it was one of the first places I took me when we tried dating, before we decided that a friendly fuck and good conversation was better for us. I picked up Samantha in front of her office at one o’clock sharp. She was just locking up and saying goodbye to a tall blonde. “See you next week,” is all I heard before the tiny waisted flaxen haired woman trotted off. Sam was wearing the most adorable green caprices and pull over dark blouse with flower embroidery. She wore a pair of flats. I walked up to her and I guess she could tell that I was looking her over. Sam just gave a quick spin before facing me with her joyful smile. “OK for Jeeping,” Sam asked? “Well the flats might not have been the best choice,” I started. “No problem,” as she held up a bag with another pair of shoes. Sam pulled out a tan pair of lightweight crosstrax running shoe beaming as she showed them to me. “Well they are much better than flats,” I replied. Her lips quickly gave me the little pouty face, damn she was so beautiful with that look. I laughed, “They’ll be just fine.” “Good. Or you would have to take me by the shoe store,” Sam cautioned. I walked my therapist to my Jeep and she expertly hopped right up grabbing the ‘oh shit’ handle and hauling her demure frame aboard. “Where to,” she asked. “I know this place out by the lake,” I started. Sam interrupted, “That would not be the spot you took Terri and plowed her, is it?” Can you say busted? Rule number one when trying to hook up with your therapist, don’t take her to one of the spots where you shagged one of her patients and close friends. “No, of course not,” I sheepishly lied. “Why would I take my therapist to where I shagged someone else?” “Too bad, I have heard Terri’s side I would be interested in hearing yours. Maybe another day,” she stated in that professional voice of hers. Spoiled again, OK revamp that maybe you do take your therapist to where you shagged her friend, I was so confused. I felt like she was a cat and was playing with me before pouncing for the kill. The drive to the lake was pleasing; she prevented her hair from becoming a tangled mess with one of those scrunching things. I offered her a hat but she refused. As we left the highway I shifted the transfer case into 4 high and powered up the dirt trail. OK a Jeep is like a ride on a wooden roller coaster it is anything but smooth as a suspension designed stiff for off roading bounces you around hard. The driver has the wheel and can anticipate some of the bouncing, the passenger, well not so much. Soon Samantha had to hold an arm across her tits and hang on with a death grip on the ‘oh shit’ handle. I should have told her to wear a sports bra. There were more than a few times I hear a squeal of excitement from the passenger seat. During a few of the less rambunctious parts of the trail she provided me her psychoanalysis of yesterday’s session. To sum it up she basically felt that Jennifer and I had a healthy relationship. She was a little concerned with my feelings on Jennifer’s demanding style in the bedroom though. To get to the spot I had picked we needed to climb up a rocky hill. I set the transfer case into 4 low and the Jeep’s engine roared in high RPMs as it crawled up the rocks. I could tell that Sam was not as comfortable with this as both hands were now on the ‘oh shit’ handle. Soon the TJ ascended the peak and we emerged on top of a knoll with pine forests all around and the lake down far below. Ok, Ok yeah I brought her to the lookout. I pulled the emergency break and shut down the engine of the Jeep. I unfastened my seat belt and just looked over at Samantha. Her normally perfect look was disheveled with bits of hair coming loose from the scrunchie and a fine layer of dust sparkling on her skin. She just smiled at me. I reached over and plucked the scrunchie out of her hair and she shot me an indignant look. Whoops. “Your hair was coming out at odd angles, I thought you might want to remove the pony tail,” I tried. Sam, just looked at me, “You have a mirror?” “Yep, one in the sun visor,” I stated.” Seeing the locks of hair all over the place Sam seemed to relax over my intrusion, then smiled back after tucking and pushing ringlets. “Yeah, it’s a mess,” she finally admitted. “A lovely mess,” I tried. We just looked at each other for a long time. Then Sam continued, “So Jennifer and you broke it off once you started college. Did you meet any women at college?” ‘Damn, right back to her therapy, I can’t get ahead with this woman’ I thought. “Yea, off and on. No one I really stuck with for any length of time. Unlike high school I stayed at the same college for all four years. It did not take long for the few woman who studied aviation to spread my ‘rep’ around. You see aviation is a bunch of type A personalities all shoved together.” Sam giggled, “I did study psychology for six years and have started my doctoral.” ‘OK new flash of the obvious.’ “Well it did not take long and I think some of the women just dated me to find out if what they heard was true. Some took it as a challenge, but for the most part college was one date after another.” I fell into my reciting: I entered and once again felt like a small fish in a big pond. I signed up for the professional pilot’s program so my classes were separated with traditional humanities, science, and classroom aviation studies and the flight line; flying airplanes. When I was not studying or hanging out at the Union I also took Aikido at a local dojo. I asked a few women out on dates and it did not take long to get hot and bothered with one. She went to rub my crotch and was surprised to find my double hander waiting for her. The petting ended right there, but she soon told her girlfriends. Then I had dates to confirm the rumor and then I had dates to conquer the beast. I was OK for awhile; I mean who wouldn’t like have women asking you out. However, it seemed just so shallow, and I started to want something more, I missed the relationship that I had with Jennifer and was looking to replace that. Late into my junior year we had a transfer student. A woman by the name of Michelle who reminded me so much of Jennifer. Michelle however, had strawberry blond hair and was defiantly aviator wearing the typical leather bomber jacket and Ray Bans. Michelle also had a wonderful pair of breasts that were shaped more like a supermodel than something you see on a woman on the street. Michelle did have a light skin, but I guess her blond hair seemed to accent what little tan she had and there not the creamy alabaster of Jennifer.

Watch out for part 4