Melissa and Bob Lange had been high-school sweethearts and lovers. He had broken her cherry when she was fifteen, and they had dated the rest of the way through school.
Then Melissa graduated and went to photography school. Slowly they had drifted apart, seeing each other only now and then. They still made wild love together, but it was different, freer. They didn't need each other as much as before.
Then Bob got a job in a big advertising firm in L.A. and left the small Midwestern city where they lived. Melissa, seeing Bob's success, was even more determined to forge a career for herself as a commercial photographer.
She missed Bob and she missed their sessions of fantastic sex.
But then she had met Carl West. Carl headed his own architectural firm. He was twice divorced, very rich, very handsome, and a great deal older than Melissa. Perhaps, for that reason, he had literally swept her off her feet.
They had three dates before Carl even tried to touch her, but on the evening of the third date, he not only tried, he wouldn't take no for an answer.
That was the first night he had taken her to his house. To Melissa it was more like a mansion, or a castle.
"You're even more beautiful tonight than ever," he said, his voice low and even.
"And you're more handsome," she said, "than the man I used to dream about as a little girl. I knew you'd come someday and carry me off to your castle."
"How would you like it to be your castle?"
"What?"
"Never mind," Carl said, his handsome face breaking into a wide grin. "We'll talk about that later."
Her body seemed to be flowing as she moved into his arms. Their bodies molded together as if welded by the heat of their mutual passion. He could feel her hard nipples burning into his chest.
Her arms went around his neck and his hands wound themselves in the silkiness of her hair, pulling her beautiful face toward him. His kiss was like fire as his tongue found hers in quick, darting movements. She returned the kiss with his own ardor, probing and searching his mouth, tasting its pent-up desire and sweetness.
Her body moved against his, lost in the rapture of her desire. Her movements became more intense; her hands moved across his strong shoulders down to the small of his back, kneading the flesh as they explored. She unfastened his belt and zipper, then fondled his hard cock. His meat virtually leaped into her caressing hand, throbbing and pulsating in the heat of his need for her.
He kicked his pants off, swept her into his arms and moved to the rug in front of the fireplace.
Gently, he set her on the rug and straightened to remove the rest of his clothes. When at last he was naked, he stood above her, the firelight dancing across his body.
The hard beauty of him drew her like a magnet. Melissa kissed his legs as her head moved upward until she was on her knees before him.
"It's mine," she breathed, smiling up at him.
She captured his prick with her lips, her head bobbing, moans of pleasure coming from her full throat, until Carl thought he would burst and it would be all over, at once.
He let her continue, gently moving his hips and caressing the back of her head. The softness of her lips and the darting tongue had driven him to the point where further endurance was impossible.
He pulled his cock from her thirsty mouth and slid to the rug beside her. He kissed over her body. The sight of her white, nude body writhing against the rug sent a surge of lust through him. Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at him and smiled.
"Do anything," she said. "Anything you want to, Carl."
"I want all of you. I want to feel you, I want to taste you."
"Then do it. Do it," she murmured.
Slowly, Carl parted her legs and moved his head downward, kissing her firm white skin. Wider and wider he spread her legs, his hands on her ankles, until, at last, she felt the soft pussy hair on her cunt tickle his chin and lips. Gently he probed until his tongue found its target.
He flicked outward with his tongue, teasing her cunt-lips. He parted the hair-fringed slit and, delving directly into the hole of her pussy, started licking and sucking her soft flesh. The hard tip of his tongue explored from the hole of her ass to the bud of her clitoris and then back clown again. Back and forth, back and forth, he slid his tongue, exciting the walls of her inner cunt and making them ooze more and more of their honeyed juice.
Beneath him, Melissa began to squirm and moan. She pulled his head hard into her gaping cunt.
"Oh, Carl, my God, I've never been sucked like this before – never! Oh, yes, suck it! Eat it, Carl! Take my pussy up into your mouth and eat it!"
Carl rocked his head from side to side, matching the rhythm of her hips. His tongue became a hot flame shooting through her cuntlips, sending her again and again to the peak, without pushing her over. He was careful to keep her just at the peak of pleasure.
At last she arched her back, driving her hips against him, grinding her wet, gooey cunt into his face.
"Yes, yes! Now!" she cried. "Now! It's so good, my darling! Now!"
She raised her legs, freeing her ankles from his grasp, and locked her thighs around his head. Tighter and tighter she squeezed and then she relaxed with a long, wailing, ecstatic cry.
"I love you," Carl breathed, his eyes roaming again over her body. He leaned down and smothered her mouth with his.
Melissa returned his kiss eagerly, again awakening the fire in both their bodies. She trailed the outline of his muscular arm to the tips of his fingers. They kissed again, his tongue driving into her mouth.
"Ohhh," she moaned, her hand squeezing his huge prick, its head now purple with lust. She pulled on his massive cock, urging it toward her clasping, hairy cuntlips. "Ohhh, Carl, it's so good! It's so big, so big! Give it to me! I want it, darling! Please, I want it now!"
She reached for his cock as he gripped her hip and rolled her body toward him. Her hand closed around his cock as he flattened a hand against her cunt. She arched toward him, letting the smooth curves of her belly, thighs and tits press against his body. He dipped a finger into her moist and ready slit.
"I love you, Melissa."
"Oh, I love you too, Carl!" Her hands closed on his shoulders as he moved over her. She smiled happily up at him.
He lowered his weight to her body, filling the empty gap between her legs and letting his cock angle into the entrance of her cunt. He felt her warm moist cunt-lips open up to take his meat, and when she brought her knees up to clasp his waist he eased into her.
"Ohhh, yes, yes! Oh, God, you feel so wonderful, darling!" Melissa moaned, tightening her grip on his shoulders and his hips. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
His long cock drove into her depths. He plunged against her. He pressed on as Melissa cried beneath him, forced her to open her cunt.
She moved herself so that her legs were hooked behind his neck and her cunt was right in line with his prick.
"You're beautiful," he rasped.
"You're beautiful," Melissa replied. "And I think you have a very fine cock."
"Thank you," Carl responded. "And I might say that your cunt is quite admirable, too."
They laughed at the ridiculous conversation.
And then they both came together in a blinding orgasm.