Impressing a Womanby Morgan Grayson
The first time I tried to impress the blonde I fell off a skateboard, smashed my nose into the lawn and bled like a stuck pig. The second time I tried to impress her was when I ignored my fear of heights, allergic reaction to cats, and in general lack of fitness to climb a tree to rescue a stuck kitty. The little furry assassin wasn't stuck, hated people, attacked me, sent me halfway back down the tree before a branch broke. I fell the rest of the way, smashed my nose into the lawn and bled like a stuck pig. The third time I tried to impress her was with a fancy sports car borrowed from a guy at work. A nice but financially challenged guy as it turned out. The car was repossessed right in front of her and her friends, but not before Bruno the car yanker popped me a good one in the face, knocking me down and causing my nose to bleed like a stuck pig. This is where an intelligent man would have given up, but a good case can be made that an intelligent man never would have developed the hots for such a bikini bimbo in the first place. Thought I was going to say "tried to impress a woman?" didn't you. Nope. "Impressed women do it better," I still say. However, I do recommend doing something that genuinely impresses women worth impressing over the skateboard type fakery that appeals to bikini bimbos.
Saturday is "run around like an asshole doing all the shit you didn't get done during the workweek" day in my world. I pull myself away from the cartoons, and arm myself with my "to do" list, then go forth like the hunter to stalk clean laundry, foodstuffs and toilet paper. I gradually became aware that some of my fellow beings had the same items on the hellday "to do" list, because I kept seeing them at my stops. I noticed one of them in particular. A woman, about my age, my height, with short cropped brown hair, steady gray eyes and a t-shit that said "Your village called. Their idiot is missing." I think I noticed her because she was so distinctly not my usual type. (I know that sounds asinine, but I'm the one that went up the tree to impress the bimbo, remember?) I had a tattered piece of paper in my hand. She had a day planner. I depended on the emporiums to provide me with bags. She had a collection of canvas totes covered with ecological symbols. I either didn't keep the receipts, or tossed them out with the bags. She filed hers in the day planner. I said hello to the "dry cleaner guy," the "produce guy," the "health store chick." She said hello to "Mr. Atherton," and inquired after his new granddaughter. She said hello to "Doug," and asked him how Marie had enjoyed the concert. She said hello to "Sapphire," and nodded politely and took notes while Sapphire rattled off a recipe that included ingredients of which I had never heard. Outside the health food store I looked up in time to see the toddler dart out into the street. I think...and I am a bit foggy on some of this...that I dropped everything, ran into traffic, snatched the kid, ran like hell for the opposite side of the rode, stuffed the kid at a total stranger, who wrapped the kid up safely and backed up just as a car bumped me and sent me airborne. The paramedics made me go to the hospital, which examined me in several expensive, undignified ways, then let me go home to nurse my amazingly minor wounds. She was sitting on the floor with her back against my apartment door when I got home. She smiled at me tenderly, got up and handed me my day's purchases, which I had completely forgotten about.
Her name was Kathleen, she was alarmingly intelligent, and had an obvious case of hero worship for me. It turned me on, and I held a throw pillow in my lap to try and hide it. It wasn't right to take advantage of this nice woman. It was just wrong. It would be sexual bliss incarnate, and my balls ached, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't. No matter how much my cock wanted it, I just couldn't... "What?" I asked. She knelt beside the couch, smiled and pressed lightly on the pillow. "I said you always showed such dignity when you ended up broken and bloody. It was hell to watch you go through that. You never even noticed me then." I blinked at her. Half her age fell off her suddenly...she melted into a bespectacled waif with limp brown hair and a serious expression. In the background. Always in the background. Kathy. The quiet best friend. I thudded back to the present. "Shit." I said out loud. "It was all worth it for this moment." Something flamed up out of her and the warmth flowed out of her eyes and I surrendured to it eagerly.
She was a strange combination of caregiver and savage sexual huntress. She got me comfortably arranged on my back, then mounted me, impaled her tight hot cunt on my hard cock and fucked the hell out of me. I held on to the headboard and stared at her in disbelief. Her concentration was total, her gray eyes almost black with lust. She had locked her knees around my hips, and clamped her tight pussy around my cock. Sweat poured off her as she grunted with satisfaction, driving herself closer and closer to exploding. Her back arched suddenly, and she grunted like an animal, her tits bouncing as the spasms took her. I felt her cunt milk my cock. I groaned involuntarily, and she flashed a grin at me. Her eyes gleamed insanely, her dark hair was soaked with sweat and plastered against her head, and her face was swollen and blotchy. She was the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. Her mouth descended like a weapon, took my right nipple and sucked hard.
Holy fuck shit. She sucked the hell out of my nipple as her hips kept up the relentless pounding. Her pussy was so fucking hot. Juicy fuck sounds filled the room. She was a machine. An incredible fucking machine. My entire body felt like one giant hardon. It was the greatest sex I'd ever experience...actually, probably the greatest sex anyone had ever experienced. I wanted it to go on forever. She wanted it to go on forever. My cock wanted it to go on forever. My balls wanted to unload, and they won. I shot my wad hard, bucking like a bronco, completely unaware of any earlier injuries to my body.
I hadn't known that I'd wanted a cum filled cunt to sit on my face until Kathleen quite matter of factly did it. I rubbed my face all over her, licking and sucking her creamy lips. I lapped at her, then lubricated all ten fingers and let them explore. They found her hard clit, her wonderfully tight cunt, and her little pink pucker. I fingered her ass and cunt as I rubbed her clit, watching my fingers work. I felt the muscles in her thighs tighten. Her silent, rigid, helpless orgasm was just as erotic as the noisy one had been. I had her helpless, and feeling of power shot through me and snapped my cock up so fast and hard I nearly put the poor woman's eye out. I refused to let up, even after her helpless whimpers told me she couldn't take it anymore. She was mine, mine, mine, and I wanted her to cum forever. She did not, and indicated so by closing her teeth with determination on the head of my cock.
I immediately stopped tormenting her clit and ass, but kept two gently in place in her creamy cunt. She accepted that, and moved against them gently as she slid her lips up and down my shaft. With each stroke, she took my cock a bit deeper. Her breathing became even and regular, her muscles relaxed throughout her body, and finally I felt my cockhead slid into her throat. I didn't move. I didn't dare. One extra bit of stimulation and my engorged cock would have exploded. I desperately didn't want to repay her efforts to give me her throat by strangling her with my cum. She experimented, and took it as deep as she could for as long as she could. When she finally raised her head to nibble on my balls, I whispered "thank you. Oh, thank you, that was wonderful."
Warm tears splashed on my thigh. I rubbed her ass with one hand as I kept up the slow, easy movements of my fingers in her pussy. I didn't have to tell her that no woman had ever gone to that much effort for me before any more than she needed to tell me that no man had ever appreciated her efforts before. She just kept going with the ultimate blowjob.
Kathleen was well aware of all the interesting little places down there that love stimulation. She nibbled gently on my ball sack, her teeth causing the thrill of pleasure/fear that makes me twitch, then gently sucked my right nut into her mouth, lovingly caressing it with her tongue. I groaned loudly and helplessly. She sucked both my balls in turn, then went into a ball, cock, ball rhythm with her mouth and one hand. The other slid under my ass, fingers gently prodding into my ass crack. She tapped my hole with a finger tip. It was exquisite torment. I wanted her finger up my ass so damned badly. I had wild visions of being on my hands and knees with her behind me wearing a strap-on, fucking the hell out of my ass. I pressed my open mouth against her thigh to try and hold off announcing that fantasy at the top of my lungs. She chuckled around my cockhead and I surrendered.
"Damned mind reading witch," I said helplessly. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me and suck me! Do it all to me! Oh, shit this is so fucking goooooood!!!" She wiggled her fingertip in deeper, back and forth, up and down...sliding in to my suddenly starved hole. I wanted her to finger fuck me hard, so damned hard, take my ass, Kathleen. Fuck my ass. Grow a cock and screw my ass now. I want to be your bitch. I want to be your fucktoy. Take me. Fill me with your hot cum. My ass is a cunt and I want you to screw my pussy. Slam your cock in me, Kathleen.
She had two fingers up my ass, pumping hard, the rest of her fingers oddly mimicking what I decided balls must feel like. Her mouth was everywhere on my cock, sucking hard and covering me with demanding, hungry grunts. I tumbled toward the edge, trying desperately to make it last forever...partially because I believed that the intensity of this orgasm was going to kill me. I managed a coherent announcement...well, some kind of sound that prepared her...then the planet exploded. Put simply, I came. Big. Very big. Very big indeed.
I paid for it the next morning. My body was in agony. Kathleen took care of me. Very, very good care. My new best friend.
© Morgan Grayson 2005
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