She melted into his arms as he entered. Brent Richards felt the soft loveliness of his exquisite blonde press warmly against his body. Damn! She did miss him while she was gone. The anger and hurt he had felt at her constant refusals, then at her unannounced leaving, were forgotten. She was wearing the filmiest hostess gown he'd ever seen.
The touch of her body beneath the thin nylon left no doubt that she had practically nothing under it. She might have panties on, but nothing else. He could feel her hard nipples against his shin. His hands fondled her back, then stole down to her ass. No! She didn't even have on panties. Damn!
"It's good to be back," she breathed quietly as she pulled her face back from his. She kept her tits against him, though. She looked up at him, her tits and pussy pressed against him, her lovely leg tightly against his own. Damn! Brent was trembling at her beauty. He had to control himself. He couldn't risk another scene like the last. He'd never expected her to call him, not after the way they parted and the fact that she had left town without a word to him.
She had called, though. She had invited him over. She would have dinner for him, she said. Damn her, anyway. She could drive a eunuch crazy with that body of hers. Maybe she would agree now to marry him. He wanted her. He wanted her enough to marry her. She was the first girl he'd ever felt that way about. Shit! He wanted to marry her even if she'd fuck him anyway. That was really something new to him.
This girl was worth it, though. This little, soft piece of loveliness was the finest thing that had ever come into his life. He wanted her. He needed to feel her in his arms. He looked down into the soft eyes, feeling the invitation in them and unable to believe it. Brent swallowed the lump she brought to his throat. He had to get himself under control. He could ruin everything as he almost has last week. This time he would be more careful, no matter how much she sent those surges of passion through him. He kissed her gently on the forehead and tried to step back from her.
"That all?" she asked.
She held him against her. Her leg came slowly up his thigh until it pressed against his cock. It was hardening rapidly. Brent felt panic running through him. Damn her! Didn't she know what she was doing to him! Was this some test she was putting him through? Did she enjoy this or was she seeing if he could be trusted to treat her with more respect and less desire?
"That's all, unless you want us to have another fuss," he answered her. "Look, sweetheart, it's hard enough to keep control of myself as it is. You keep doing that and I can't make any promises. I'll try to do my part. I'll try to hold myself down. But you have to be a little more careful than this. I'm only a man, Sheri. I can't take this much woman without getting a certain feeling inside."
"Do you have it now?" she asked, her eyes soft and misty. "DO you have that feeling in there?"
"Hell yes!" he panted. "God, woman! You think I'm made of stone?"
"In one place, yes," Sheri laughed. "At least that's what it feels like. Tell me, Brent, is it really that hard?"
Sheri watched the shock spread across his face. He actually blushed. Horny old Brent was blushing! The blonde laughed and pulled his face back to her lips and kissed him deeply. She ran her tongue into his mouth and taunted his own tongue as she twisted her tits luxuriously against him. Her thigh rubbed sensuously against his cock, her nylon gown falling open enough to give him a clear view of her heaving tits as she finally broke the kiss.
"Brent," she said softly. "I'm the one who has an apology to make. I was awfully unfair to you last week. I had a problem I hadn't worked through. To be honest, I had one hell of a sexual hang-up. I hope I'm rid of it now. I'd like you to help me find out."
"Anything, baby," he told her. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," Sheri answered. Just like that. That was what she wanted. That was what she told him. "I want you to fuck me, now, tonight."
Brent stared at her in shock. He'd been trying for this month after month. He'd tried wine and soft music. He'd always struck out. Now, all of a sudden, she had simply invited him to screw her. The poor man's body trembled at the thought. He looked down at her luscious body, his eyes lingering on the full, ripe tits she had exposed almost to the nipples for him. He had never seen a girl more beautiful, more completely desirable. He met her eyes once more and smiled hesitantly.
"You sure?" he asked. "You really want to?"
She nodded her head. The soft, blonde hair caught the light and sparkled before him. Her body seemed to sway exotically. Her waist looked no larger than he could hold with the fingers and thumbs of both hands touching. Her hips swelled out invitingly. The thin gown clung to her thighs and legs. He could look over her back and see the exciting protrusion of her firm and provocative ass. Damn! She was the most tempting woman he'd ever imagined. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted him to fuck her. Brent discovered he was trembling in anticipation. He pulled her back against himself. This time he went after her, no longer afraid of arousing her anger. It would be her passion he was arousing now.
Sheri let her body melt against him. She felt the heavy pounding of his heart against her tits. She felt the throbbing strength of his cock, the demand of his tongue. She kissed him back just as eagerly, just as sensuously. She let her body submit to his hands. Her tits thrilled to the hand that slowly moved over them. Her legs shivered as he ran his leg in between. Her pussy shuddered in delight as his thigh raise up against it.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Ooh, that's better. This is the way we should have been months ago. It was all my fault, Brent, and I'm sorry. Tonight I'll make it up to you."
Her gown fell completely open as his hand reached inside to fondle a tit. He cupped the tit with infinite adoration. His finger explored the nipple softly. He teased his fingertip in slow circles along the areola, then caught the tit once more in an affectionate clasp.
"I do have a bedroom," she whispered to him. "I made the bed up tonight especially for us."
Brent looked down at her and lifted the bundle of loveliness in his arms. Sheri nestled contentedly against his chest as he carried her through the door. The room was lighted by candles on her dresser. Soft, feminine scent hung in the air. The satin sheets and pillowcases lay shimmering in the candlelight. Sheri felt the thrill shake Brent as he stepped inside with her. She had worked for two hours to prepare the room. She'd picked up the candles this afternoon, scented with her favorite perfume. She had sprayed the same exotic fragrance over the bed, letting it drift down over the satin. The room was ready. She was going to give him a fuck he'd never forget.
"Ohhhh, sweetheart," he gasped. "It's beautiful. It's so feminine, so soft and lovely. It's like you. I'd have guessed it as your room wherever I saw it."
He stepped to the bed and laid her gently down.
His eyes looked reverently at her as she lay waiting for him. Her tits were bare as the gown had fallen completely open. The skirt lay partially open, displaying her long, lovely legs against the silvery blue of the sheets. Sheri watched the worship that spread over his face. She had a moment's fright. It looked for one moment as though he wanted to kneel beside her and pray. That would have been the most hysterical ending she could imagine. Here she lay, panting to have his cock in her pussy, and he wanted to pray to her as some sort of Goddess. Still, it did send a thrill rippling through her, the way he looked on her with such pure adoration.
"Why not join me?" she asked, moistening her lips in sensuous movements. "I could get awfully lonely here by myself."
Brent gasped, then stepped back and slipped out of his clothes. He turned back to her, his cock rearing before him in pulsing expectation. Sheri smiled affectionately at the lunging tool. She reached for it as he slipped in the bed beside her. She grasped his cock firmly and began pumping it steadily as he cupped and sucked her tits.
"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Love them, Brent. Kiss and suck my tits until I'm humming with passion. Oh, sweet lover, use my body however you please. I want to satisfy you. Mmmmmm."
"You satisfy me," he whispered to her. "Damn, but you satisfy me. Oh, God! Sheri, you are the most beautiful vision I ever saw."
He sucked at her tits while his hands roamed freely over her body. The blonde felt a soft tingling sensation stealing gently over her body. His touch had her glowing. She lay back, yielding and submissive. She would not be too lustful, not yet. There was time for that. At first she would accept the gentle devotion he was offering her. That was what she needed. More than anything else she needed that. After the stench and the filth of her last fucks, she was glowing beneath his reverent caresses. This was the way people ought to fuck, with careful preparation, with complete agreement.
"Ohhhhh," he gasped as she felt his emotions begin to surge. "Ohhhh, I love you! Sheri, I adore you! Uhhhhh, you're sweet enough to eat."
The girl smiled sensuously at his words. Then eat me, she was thinking. Eat me or fuck me or do whatever you like. As long as he was treating her with this expert touch, she was willing to let him do anything with her.
She felt his face drop along her body and ease between her thighs. His hands came back to her tits and caressed them more finely as he began to suck at her pussy. His tongue ran inside and lapped her clit until her entire body was shaking with mounting desire. She slipped her body around so she could get at his cock. She kissed along the throbbing shaft and licked softly at the warm, bulging head. She hesitantly took the prick to her lips, kissing down over it until it came inside. She sucked his cock deeply, then held it tightly in her lips as she blew down upon it.
Brent's body jumped at the sensation. His mouth tightened on her pussy and answered her with an equal blow and suck. They sent messages of their passion back and forth, each sucking harder and harder as they began writhing on the bed. Sheri's tits glowed with ecstasy from his caresses. Her nipples were hard balls of burning passion. She wrapped her legs around his head and rolled him affectionately about the satin cloth. Brent began to thrust his prick at her mouth until the surging head would reach into the opening of her throat with each lunge.
"Ohhhh, my sweet baby!" he panted as he slipped his face from her pussy. "I want it in your pussy, not in your throat."
"Wherever you like, lover," she cooed. "You fuck me however you want. You do whatever turns you on. I told you I wanted to do something special for you."
"You're something special, sweetheart," he told her as he turned his body and brought his cock to the lips of her cunt. "You're the most special thing I ever wanted. I want to lay my load in your cunt. I want to feel your pussy grab hold of my cock and hold it while it unloads all its love for you."
"Yesssss!" she moaned. "Oh, yesssss! Fuck me, lover! Get that sweet meat inside my pussy and fuck me!"
She was throbbing as the cock spread her cunt and came proudly into her fuck-hole. Her pussy muscles contracted happily on his prick, sucking it deeper and deeper into her. She heard the sloshing of her lubricants, shivered at the delicious "pop" of suction as he drew back to thrust his luscious cock into her cunt with increasing fervor. The blonde rolled slowly beneath him, her body hunching itself in tempo with his fuck. She thrust her tits against his chest and rotated them in her most maddening way. She took his tongue as he began kissing her deeply. They sucked against each other's breaths while cock and cunt went into shimmering spasms of erotic pleasure.
Sheri locked her legs around his waist and let him drive his pecker into her cunt with growing demand. She felt the room begin to swirl about her. He adored her! That was important. She was not just being fucked, she was being worshiped in the fuck. She was his Goddess of love. She was his Helen of Troy, his Cleopatra. She could sense it from the passion with which he fucked her. She was all women to him, all women rolled into one bundle of tit and cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" he gasped, lifting his face and looking down into her eyes. "Ohhhh, darling! My beautiful Sheri! My soft, wonderful little blonde sweetheart. Ohhhh! I never knew it could be so sweet. I never knew there could be such a precious pussy in the world."
"Your little pussy," she told him. "Fuck your little pussy. It wants to take your cum. I want to feel your cock explode inside my cunt. Come on! Fuck me! Ride me, baby! Fuck the hell out of me!"
Now she would let herself go. Sheri stopped frying to hold back the throbbing ecstasy inside her. She let her body devour Brent. Her tits smashed against him. Her pussy sucked and clawed at his maddening cock. She pulled his face back to hers and let her tongue go after his mouth in rapid, sensuous darts. She sucked his breath. She rolled and writhed and shook on the bed as the room and bed became a swirling mass of passion.
"O!" she cried out. "Ah! Ride me! Ball me, baby! Let it go! I'm there! I'm coming! OOOHHH! WHAT A FUCK!"
She felt pinned against the bed as her orgasm took control. She lay shimmering in a soft pool of total enjoyment, complete pleasure. Brent fucked and bucked over her. Her orgasm sent his cock into splendid ecstasy. He seemed to lose his breath as his cock roared inside her. Cum flooded her cunt. His cock trembled frantically as it emptied itself and kept emptying its huge load.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned. "Mmmm! Ohhhh! That's unbelievable. I never had it so good! Never dreamed it could be this good!"
"Worth waiting for!" she asked him as they lay quietly in each other's arms later. "It was better after I had prepared for it, wasn't it? Better than it would have been fumbling around on the couch?"
He pulled her to him and kissed her eyelids, then her checks and lips. His expression gave her the answer. Sheri nestled against his chest and relaxed.
"Baby?" he asked her. "When do you want to get married?"
"I don't," she answered.
"But…" he tried to protest. She laid her hand over his mouth.
"No marriage," she answered. "You like to fuck. I like to fuck. We'll fuck. I'm not ready to even think about marriage, though."