Terri started yelling, “Oh stop, stop, STOP, FUCK STOP.” She was heaving against me and pushing hard to make me get off of her. I guess a little too much getting her off. I looked down toward Terri’s face and could see her panting hard like she just finished a marathon, my cock bouncing against her breasts her saliva dripping off of it. I was rock hard again. I stood up over Terri and offered her my hand, “Oh fuck I can’t” Terri pleaded. “You’re not leaving me like this,” I hissed back at her. Terri took my hand and I pulled her up off the ground, tiny stones of gravel falling off her back. I picked her up and took her to the back of my Jeep where I opened the tail gate, set her down and rolled the ‘roll and tumble’ seats forward. Terri had a pleading; ‘don’t’ look on her face as my cock bounced in front of her. I pushed her diagonal into the Jeep back and climbed on top. Her last words to me were, “Fuck Dave,” as I plowed my cock right into her pussy. She hollered out with an “awwwweeee,” as my cock parted her lips and quickly chugged down her love tunnel. I felt the my head bumo hard into her cervix but I just keep pumping that wonderful wet pussy. Terri started chanting, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck aaawww, Oh fuck,” over and over again. What was really amazing to me is that Terri’s cunt was not tight as other women. Hers was more like putting on a comfy pair of pants, well if they were made of silk and glided across your legs like quicksilver. Terri’s cunt started to flutter and pump at my cock, I could actually feel the movement and not just a tight squeeze, damn I now knew what heaven felt like. Even after five years of fucking Michelle hers was never like this when I first shoved into her. Only on the rare occasion of a double fucking would I get to enjoy this and I never felt the fluttering. I continued to pound into Terri bouncing off her cervix and she wailed and yelled wrapping her legs around me encouraging me to continue. With a hard pull of her legs, Terri shoved my cock in to the hilt, my balls bounced off her rosebud ass. Terri’s eyes just went glazy and I could feel tightness in her cannel as I continued to pump long hard strokes into her. After a minute Terri went loose all at once as I continued to fuck her ravished worn cunt. I was hallowing, grunting and groaning. Soon I felt my jism fire another hard round of salvos into Terri’s cunt and I buried myself to the hilt and fired away. Terri’s mouth just widened and shut in tune to each of my rounds striking her cervix. I just held Terri in my arms for a long time as my cock slowly retreated and cum came pouring out of Terri’s cannel. With my flaccid cock still in Terri she just lifted up and kissed me softly on the lips. “Thank you,” she said, “I haven’t been fucked like that… well…. In forever.” I replied, “Oh no, thank you, I’m the one who needed that.” We ate lunch and then fucked a third time before dressing and taking her back to the coffee shop. I asked, “So do I get your number?” Terri replied, “It doesn’t work that way, but I am here every Monday through Friday at 1030.” When I am in town, I meet Terri at the coffee shop nearly every weekday. We are close friends and fuck buddies. But, Terri wasl worried that I have not moved on. I yelled Michelle’s name out a few time during a good fuck and I even made the mistake of comparing Terri’s cunt to Michelle’s pussy. “Oh my Gawd, you didn’t”, Samantha sauntered. “Resulted in me having to give her detailed explanation of the differences. Which then of course led to sex. I think Terri may have a bit of bi-curious in her,” I stated. “Oh she does,” Sam nonchalantly stated. I think Sam was a little bit tipsy and I noticed her glass was drained. “Another,” I pointed to her glass? “Oh what the hell,” she slightly slurred. Chapter 5 I poured Sam another glass of wine and when I came back into the room I found her gazing off her hands on her breasts. “Your wine,” I stated and Sam lifted one hand to take the wine while still leaving one hand to stroke her breast. She gulped down a huge draft of wine and looked at me with a mix of buzz and vixen wanton. I sat back on the sofa and noticed that Sam had pulled both legs up into the chair, but she was now sitting where I now had a plain view of her tangerine covered mons. In the very center of the thong I could see just the barest dark spot. ‘I got my sex therapist wet,’ I rejoiced. My eyes did not move from that spot and it seemed that Sam was in no hurry to cover herself up if she even realized she was giving me a peep show. I heard her take another large mouthful of wine as I blurted, “Did my story of Terri and our first fuck get you all horney.” Sam had to control spitting out the wine and I heard her swallow it hard. She still did not cover up her crouch. Sam then just drained her glass of wine, “A little bit,” she admitted. “Just a little I asked,” still staring at her crouch. “More wine,” was her reply. I walked over my cock fairly stiff from all of the sexual tension and clearly outlined in my kakis. “I think you may have had enough,” I tried. She shoved the glass into my hand her other hand defiantly rubbing her breast with flicks across her nipple, “More wine, please.” I drained the second bottle for the evening and went back to the living room. Samantha had maneuvered herself so that her innocent little sun dress was slightly hiked up and she was rubbing her pussy right in front of me. “Your wine,” I said dumbfounded. “Over there on the coffee tables,” she moaned. I placed the wine next to my glass and turned around to her still rubbing herself, “Need help,” I asked? “Ye… Yes,” she moaned. I walked over to Sam and she just reached up with both hands and pulled me closer by the waist. I could start to smell the musk wafting off her pussy. “Lest see what this nonsense is all about,” she purred as she unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and lowered my kakis. Samantha dropped to her knees in front of my and gently and slowly pulled down my boxers, gasping as she revealed my engorged cock. I stepped out of my pants, boxers and shoes as I could feel Sam’s breathing on my cock despite her being a good foot away. She lifted the head in her hand seeming to weigh it, then slowly and gently started to stroke it. “It’s absolutely gorgeous,” Sam mewled, “A perfect specimen of masculinity.” Sam continued to stork my penis as she spoke softly, “I think Terri may be a little off, I’m guessing closer to nine.” With that Samantha, my therapist, dropped her soft moist lips onto the throbbing aching head of my cock. She slowly and deliberately placed butterfly kissed up and down my cock and my balls. When she was satisfied that she completely covered my pole with kisses she shot her tongue out and started giving it a sponge bath. First her warm soft flesh licked my balls one at a time. Then she moved us closer to the coffee table, took a deep draft of her wine and continued licking my cock. This is one of those moments in which I wished my cock was much shorter. Sam was working at an antagonizing pace covering each surface with fresh wine salvia. If she thought she missed a spot she would back and redo from that part back up toward my head. I swore it took a half hour for this neurotic sylph to tongue bathe my cock before she finally reached my slit, dipping the tip of her tongue into it slightly. “Damn,” Sam stated seductively, “Terri’s right, you don’t have precum.” I looked down into her eyes as she continued, “Maybe I just need to try again.” Then she reached over and downed the rest of her wine. “God NO, woman,” I bellowed. “Someone feeling a little pressure in his balls,” she mewed tickling my balls with her French manicured nails. “Yes, Yes, Yes,” I exclaimed. Samantha then casually licked the head of my cock hard taking in all of its tastes before opening her beautiful lips and placing it right at tip of my cock. “Do you want me to give you a blowjob?” she asked in the most seductive voice I ever heard. “Please,” I desperately pleaded. Samantha expertly set her hand about four inches down my cock and took that length into her hungry moist mouth. I felt an explosion of pleasure as she sucked my shaft. Sam slowly rocked my cock in and out of her mouth, giving little mmms every now and then. Every so often she would pull it nearly all of the way out and flick her tongue across the slit. Disappointed, she would move her hand down another half inch or so and return to sucking my cock. It did not take long before my cock hit the back of her throat. I tried to give it a little nudge in and she stopped me quick with a little nibble. “I am not Terri, you just cannot violate my throat with that thing. Now if you want a deep throat I can stop, you can call Terri and you two can do this her way. However, if you want me to continue you have to let me do this my way.” I just nodded at Samantha, I wanted to fuck her, I wanted her, it was all about her. The musk from her pussy was driving me insane I needed her. “Yes Samantha, I want you.” “Good, now that we have that sorted out.” Samantha removed her hand completely from my cock and continued to suck. Every now and then she would bump my cock head against her tonsils, pull my cock out till just the head was in her mouth, glance up at me, and then continue to suck me off. I never thought to ask her if I called Terri would she stay… or even join in. My cock seemed to stiffen even harder at that thought. It must have been another half hour of Sam harassing my cock in her mouth. If she felt I was even close to cumming she would spit out and return to the butterfly kisses. “Calm now,” she’d ask before continuing. She was deep into a cycle of sucking my cock when I felt her tonsils again and expected to be spit right out, but this time she sucked me even harder and the head of my cock popped right into her throat. She quickly spit it out again. “I’ve never deep throated,” Samantha admitted. Seeing about ¼ glass of my wine she grabbed, downed it then returned to my cock. Sam sucked me hard again and when it hit her tonsils she sucked at it hard and the head slipped into her throat. It was absolutely amazing as I could actually see her throat puff in the area my cock was and I could feel the swallowing action of her esophagus trying to pull it down. Sam spit out my cock again, took a deep breath and sucked at it hard. I seemed to hit her tonsils and almost bounce off. Sam released her breath, sucked my cock into her warm mouth again, took a partial breath then sucked it hard and I could feel a good length slip down her throat. Sam seemed so please with herself as she grinned, well grinned as much as she could with a dick in her mouth. She allowed my cock to slide back up her throat then pulled it in again. She was soon deep throat fucking my cock. I had been building all night as Sam slowly teasing my cock was taking everything I had not to unload a torrent of jisim into her belly. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood to hold back my ejaculation. Sam spit out my cock again and this time I stopped her from touching me. “I got a load from hell sitting in the breach and if you do that one more time, or even blow on my cock, it’s going to explode all over you.” Samantha, gave me that devilish smile, “We don’t want that now do we? I have much better places for you to shoot you load.” Sam stood up and walked over to the sofa taking my hand to follow her. She laid down and then wiggled out of her panties flinging them right at my face. The crotch was wet and her deep musky smell was all over them. Pointing to her pussy under her sun dress she stated, “OK trumpet boy, show me your stuff.” I fell to my knees and dipped my head under her demure sundress. I was greeted with a dark tuft of her brazilian style trim with the rest of her cunt or was this a pussy bare. “Samantha,” I cooed. “Yes, Dave,” wondering why I would pick now, with me head under her sundress inches from her vulva to speak with her. “So is this a pussy or a cunt,” I asked? Samantha burst out laughing eventually stating, “It’s got hair so it’s a pussy. Besides I don’t like the word cunt.” Thinking about how many times I had just used the word cunt, “Sorry about calling Terri’s cunt a cunt.” “That’s OK darling, in Terri’s case it’s appropriate.” Did I detect animosity? With that resolved I took a deep waft of Sam’s pussy enjoying the smell permeating my nose before I kissed her slit, slowly working my way to her clit. Then as I reached her clit, I could tell in the jump in her body, I sucked hard for just a moment, gave it a good tongue lashing and as she arched her back into me I receded back up her slit. “You dick,” Sam hissed. Oh yeah payback would be a bitch. I slowly enjoyed teasing Sam’s pussy, I would lick her slit, buzz her clit, suck it hard then retreat. I’d lick along one thigh my nose brushing her soft outer lips then retreat to the other side. A few times Sam pushed her vulva hard into my mouth and I sucked and nibbled on her lips pulling them before allowing them to snap back at her. I would then give a few good full tongue lashes from the tant to the very top of her slit then back down again. I was not playing nice but the pace of Sam’s panting told me that I had the effect all the same. I finally gave her what she had wanted placing my mouth right over her cannel pushing my lips inside of hers and giving her a full buzz job. Sam just started moaning loudly followed by a few “Oh… Oh… Oh my Gawds.” With that I showed her the high notes by tighten my lips and she responded in kind. ‘Ahh the sweet sound of a pussy in love’ and I drove my tongue into her recesses. I finished with a crescendo of licks, nibbles sucks, and kisses on her labia and her clit allowing her to direct the music. I was so busy enjoying her pussy I did not even notice that Sam had been kneading and pulling her tits the entire time. I flipped Sam’s dress back up so I could see her. She had pulled her straps off and allowed both breast to feel the cool air in the apartment. Sam had the glazed look on her face one of a cat who ate the canary, well a cat who just got eaten by the canary. I whispered up to her, “Now the encore.” Sam pleaded, “No,” but made no attempt to stop me. I pressed two fingers into her pussy lowered my mouth to her clit and I started the search for that soft spongy spot that was the giveaway for her G-spot. Soon my fingers found it with a light stroke and she moaned in pleasure. I then began a slow come here motion and proceeded to lick and flick her clit. I guess that both clit and G spot stimulation was too much as her grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face from her pussy. My fingers she continued to grind to the rhythm. We continued to rock and rock and she wriggled and squirmed against me. Soon her body stiffened her face surprised and her pussy shot girl cum right at my face landing on my nose. She continued to contort and moan and pumped her clear sweet fluid like a cock spurring its load. “I….I.,…I never,” she huffed in exhaustion. “That’s new for me too,” I softly giggled. I’ve gotten girls juicy so that they spill out all over the place, but I never had one shot me in the face before. I climbed up using my dick to sopped up her cum which was still flowing in gentle spurs dribbling down her ass. If I wanted to try anal she was defiantly lubed. With my cock soaked with what juices I could sop off of her I placed the head against the still pulsing entrance of her love cave. “Be gentle,” she moaned. I kissed her as her own honey dew dripped off my nose and landed on her lips. It was sweet, very sweet. I lowered myself into position, nibbled on each nipple before stroking my cock slowly into her nest. Sam was so wet and smooth her wetness gliding me into her tight hot cavern. I could feel her inner lips ride over the head of my cock snapping down as the ridge passed her entrance. I could feel the soft spongy G spot racking across the top of my cock and the ridges of her birth cannel as they bump skidded over my slick cock. I made slow deliberate pistons into her and with a gentle nudge my cock head touched her cervix. Sam gasped as my head touched her cervix and I just held my place in her pussy. She responded with kegel squeezes against my cock. I placed Sam hands on my ass and she guided my movements in and out of her pussy. Ever so slightly she guided more and more of me in. I felt my cock head bump her cervix as my length plowed her womb aside. Sam’s eyes closed and her mouth opened in ecstasy as my length intruded deep into her belly. She continued to pull desperate to feed my entire cock into her and moaned in success when my balls bounced against her slick ass. Samantha removed her hands from my ass and I made small movements in her belly. She kissed me again and deep as I increased the lengths of the strokes. Soon I was fucking her with the full length of my cock and Sam become vocal with our lovemaking. With Sam’s hour long blowjob, my eating her pussy for nearly as long it did not take long for me to feel the well fill and my nuts transfer my fluid up stream. I was in such a torrent of lust that I slammed hard into Sam, with a verbal ouch from her before letting loose a huge flood of sperm. Sam was so tight there was no place for the flood to go but push up between my cock and her pussy walls and right out her pussy. My cock seemed to jump for five minutes after my initial release. We fell asleep embarrassing each other kissing, my cock buried in Sam’s pussy. Sam woke the next morning to me cooking breakfast for her. The typical, eggs, bacon, juice and coffee, the coffee she grabbed and nursed. She sat down with a verbal oh. I knew that sound from Jennifer, I bruised her innards. Sam asked, “You seen my thong?” “You mean it’s not a trophy, Dave concurred the therapist,” I joked. Clearly Sam was in no mood for my jesting, “Over by the sofa,” I stated hang dog. “Shower’s down the hall, clean towels….” And Sam was gone as I soon heard water running. We ate, talked and I explained that I would be out for the next week flying to Scotland and promised to call when I returned. I drove her back to her home and she did the walk of shame back to her home wearing the same clothes she wore the night prior. Within six months we were engaged and inside of a year we married. Life has been wonderful these last ten years. Sam got her PhD, so I had to call her Doctor, and I moved up to flying Gulfstreams, which meant more money. The really funny part was for Sam’s doctoral thesis her topic was ‘Ethics in the treatment of sexual dysfunction in members of the opposite gender.’ Hum, was she really helping me or was I field work? Oh and the comment she made about calling Terri, seems for my big 40 she planned something special. But that is another story.

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