In the Book Store, Part 2

“Oooh, God! This is crazy.” Angela’s slender fingers with bright red nails glided up and down shallowly in her split. She tossed her head, and I liked what that did to her brown hair, whipping it around her shoulders. She leaned back, her lips parted, and for the first time in awhile she was not looking directly at me.

I continued to stand in front of the desk, half leaning back against it, my right hand curled loosely around my erection as I stroked slowly. I am un-circumcised, but my foreskin is loose, pulling all the way back of its own accord when I get a hard-on. A foreskin makes for better masturbation because it rolls up and down across the ridge of the corona, which is the most sensitive part of a man’s cock. Especially an un-circumcised man. Those who have been circumcised tend to lose some of that sensation. Anyway, the point is that I was gliding my foreskin up and down on my rod as I gazed at Angela.

“What do you…want me to talk about?” She panted as she used her fingertips on her clit.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” I prompted.

She stared at me once more. “I am thinking about your cock. Do you mind?”

“No. Please go on.” I continued stroking myself as I watched her pinch and twiddle her slick little love button that poked out of its velvety hood..

“I like how long and stiff your cock is,” she breathed. “I think it would feel good inside me.”

“How many cocks have you had inside you, Angela?” I kept stroking myself while she watched.

“In my whole life?” Her eyes had turned a bit glassy, and her lips were slack.

I nodded, and she went on: “Well, a boy in school took my cherry when I was 15. Then there was my uncle, that lousy son of a bitch, and two…no, three…guys in college, then a guy I lived with for three years and…ooh, shit, I’ve lost count.” Her middle finger, slick with pussy juice, delved deep into her hole.

“But you’ve never been married?”

“No. I have a…good career…lots of travel. Ooh, God…!” She stroked her slippery finger, now two slippery fingers, across her emergent clit, in and out of her cunt. “Anyway, I’m through with men.” She was breathing hard. “I mean, to get serious about. I thought of going lesbo. I’ve tried it. But fuck, I need a dick!”

“Sweet baby,” I growled, and stroked myself harder.

“Do you mean that?” Her eyes were anguished.

“Yes. I want you, Angela.”

She stopped playing with herself and stared at me. Suddenly she laughed. “Look at us! We’re like fucking adolescents, afraid to really do it.”

“We just met,” I said. “Also, I’m married.”

She paused in her diddling. “And you’ve always been faithful despite no sex at home?”

“Hell, no. I’ve had women. I want you now. Christ, I want you so fucking bad I can taste it!”

“Come do that!” she boldly begged, spreading her stocking-clad legs wider. She held her panty crotch aside. Her labia, swollen with excitement, were parted in blatant invitation.

“God help me,” I murmured, and began to approach her.

“So you’re religious and that’s it.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of her.

Angela reached out with both hands, running her fingers into my hair around the back of my head. Slowly but surely, she drew me to her. Her panties had snapped back to cover her cunt. I resisted a little–not very damned much–then gripped the backs of her thighs, above her gartered stockings, boosting her legs high in the air and wide apart. I kissed the crotch of her panties.

“Oooooh,” she sighed, writhing pleasurably.

Licking the nylon of her light-blue panties, I got a taste of her and a teasing scent. It was fresh and good. I growled deep in my throat. Turning from side to side, I hungrily attacked her inner thighs, licking and sucking at the smooth, soft flesh. Angela whimpered and squirmed. Still holding her legs high in the air, I moved to the outside of a thigh and seized one of her garter straps between my teeth. I snapped the elastic against her tender flesh.

“Oow!” She exclaimed, but laughed to let me know she didn’t mind. She had only one hand in my hair now and the other was pulling her panty crotch aside once more. There was her hot little pussy, just inches from my nose. I loved the subtle scent of it. Moisture glistened on her labia.

I growled again, savagely, and smacked my face into the center of her cunt. She gasped, then squealed with delight as I ate her like a starving man attacking a Big Mac. I chomped and sucked on her pussy lips, tugging them out and letting them snap back. I sank my tongue into her succulent flesh and lapped up her honey while I all but drowned in the taste and scent. I love pussy!

My tongue foraged up and down Angela’s soft, moist folds, flicking her clit, then delving into her slippery grotto. “Oh…oh…oh…!” I could hear her panting, as she bumped her crotch against me. I lapped and slurped noisily, then seized her clit between my lips and tugged on it, sucking hard.

“Ooh, Christ, I’m CUMMINNNG!” Angela cried, and jerked spastically. Fresh moisture gushed into my mouth. I gulped it and raised my head, panting.

“Kiss me…kiss me…kiss me NOW…” she said rapidly, grasping me at the back of the head and pulling me to her face. Her tongue swabbed my upper lip, right under my nose, then back and forth across my mouth. She was licking her own juices from me. Our lips finally locked as her tongue sank deeply into my mouth. Our tongues writhed together like snakes in heat.

“Stretch out on the couch,” I said in a raspy voice, as soon as our kiss broke. “On your belly,” I added.

She looked at me strangely. “You’re not thinking of…?”

I chuckled. “No. You’ll like this, and so will I.”

Angela did as directed, and her plump bottom quivered to a stop in her blue nylon underpants. My hard-on throbbed powerfully. I placed the palm of my hand against her ass and shimmied it. “You’re crazy, do you know that?” she laughed.

I bent and kissed a springy soft ass-cheek through her panties. I did the same with the other one, then turned my head from side to side, brushing my face back and forth across her bottom. She was dainty there and I was eager with anticipation for the pleasure that was to come. I began to pull her panties down…

(Part 3 follows. Ladies, let me know what you think, and thanks for reading.)

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  1. agirl1970

    Keep it cummming

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  2. nurselori

    how fucking HOT was that! I am wet and can’t wait to read the rest. thanks, Lori
    ps, hope she gives good head as good as she got

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  3. GYPSYGRL67

    Hi, love your story! I’m 35/f/delaware, please email me anytime :)

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  4. miyaishot

    I want more, i want so much more! i canT wait. iM so wet

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  5. Nytewhisper

    Hmm..perfection…only for me the “to be continued” part happened on a coffee table…lol

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