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Story title : My Night With Safiyah
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My Night With Safiyah (MF, rom, preg)
by Dessert Bandit (perdido_y_solo@yahoo.com)
***
This is a story about a young man who finds love in a
relationship with a woman 11 years his senior. The
relationship has a rapid and torrid beginning!
***
I had had many negative experiences with women over my
entire academic career, and was never really able to have
sex until age 21, and then only because I asked my god-
father in Honduras to hook me up with someone for the
sole purpose of loosing my virginity. That night was a
disaster.
The woman I was with enjoyed my first time more than I
did, because I wanted the experience to be special. I
took special care that the lady enjoyed herself. She was
the first woman I was penetrating after all, and I wanted
to treat her well. Needless to say, she had four orgasms
(I felt her pussy squeeze my cock).
I on the other hand, felt nothing- I came in her without
feeling anything. The ejaculate just kind of, shot out,
but no orgasm for me. I was pissed that I actually got
more enjoyment from masturbation 4 nights later. I was so
depressed and disappointed that I didn't even want to
think about women.
Furthermore, my whole perception of women had changed
dramatically- when I was a virgin I was pissed because
they seemed to spread their legs only for assholes, but
when I lost my virginity and realized that pussy is
grossly overrated as a physical act, I became pissed of
at the fact that most girls have an exaggerated opinion
of their goods. Fuck man, I realized then that close
connections and a meaningful relationship is what I
needed to have true pleasure. It was in that state of
mind how I met, Safiyah.
As the summer term was beginning in my University, I went
through the usual routine of signing up and doing all
that red tape bullshit for classes. I had a negative
attitude, negative thoughts, I hated girls, and only
wanted to study.
With that bad attitude, I got settled in and the next
morning I went to my first class. Being a Psychology
major, I knew all my classes would be packed with girls,
but my attitude, I knew, wasn't gonna help. That and the
fact that psych major girls see psych major guys as
"effeminate" given how most guys tend to go for more
"masculine" professions like business, or engineering. At
least in my school, and from my perspective on things.
I sat there, a few girls smiled at me, I smiled back,
very quickly and cynically, but I mostly ignored the
bitches; then she walked in. Safiyah; early 30's, with a
Marylin Monroe physique, well rounded and firm, full
lips, oval faced, with a long, graceful eagle nose, full
lips, big eyes, and black wavy hair- she had the eagle-
like features so often associated with Arabs. On a man
they doesn't look that good, however, the same eagle
features, only without the beard, with the bonus of the
soft skin, and the overall softer nature of the female,
looked downright gorgeous on her. She had light olive
skin, perfectly smooth and she wore a modest dress that
attempted to hide her curves. But to no avail.
I knew her breasts were only about medium sized; I have a
sixth sense for those things. Even though her curves did
not show that well, I knew, I just knew, there was a
gorgeous body underneath there- well rounded, but not
full-figured- the image of a classical Greek statue in
the flesh. This was no girl- this was a woman. She
entranced me and I was determined to get good grades in
the class the moment I saw her. I figured that since most
professors like students who get good grades in their
class, I thought getting good grades would be the best
way to get into her good graces, and hopefully, later on,
something else.
As she lectured, I could barely focus- images of two
naked bodies straining in the act of love kept repeating
themselves in my head- over and over. I could think of
nothing else. Her voice was like a beautiful song to my
ears, hearing her broken English, that sexy Arabic
accent, drove me insane. And her eyes, whenever they
looked in my direction, stung my heart with a horrible
pain. As class began to be over I made it a point to be
the last one to leave. When everyone left, I went over
and talked to her, "Hi," I said awkwardly.
"Hello," she said, obviously puzzled.
I stood there like a dumb-ass, silent, not knowing what
to say.
To my embarrassment she simply lifted her head in
realization, knowing full well what I was thinking, she
simply smiled and said.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
With a broad smile she simply picked up her things and
walked out- very confidently. Here the difference in our
experience in the game of love was obvious- she was
messing with my head. I knew it. But what was she doing?
Did she return my feelings? Was she merely flattered?
Will she take further? Is she intrigued? I was going
crazy.
The worst part of it all, I could not tell for sure
whether her pupils dilated from her being attracted to me
or not. With a girl with lighter color eyes it's easy to
tell whether her pupils are dilated, and thus displaying
attraction. However, her eyes were so dark it was almost
impossible to see her pupils.
That night I hit the gym hard. I made it a point to burn
myself out. Later that night, I wacked-off until my nuts
were so sore I had to put ice on them the morning after.
I couldn't get her out of my mind. I managed to get my
homework done, and given how it was a summer course we
had a test on the Friday of that week.
Thank heaven, I aced it; big time. 110% from extra
credit. Given how she was an impossibly hard teacher, and
that the highest grade next to mine was a 75%, naturally
I though it would get her attention. That it did as she
told me, in her broken, and oh so sexy, English; "You
seem to be a hard worker Mr. David, since you like my
class so much you will be given a much larger research
assignment to do, and you will have to cover more
chapters!"
I was frozen. The text for the class had very small print
and it gave me headaches reading it the way I did.
I had so much rage, and I hated her so much.
Why was she doing this to me? Didn't she know I liked
her? Didn't she know that I wasn't merely going to mount
her, do my thing and then leave like most young guys do?
Didn't she know, that I was falling in love with her?
Oh God, I burned with lust and rage at the same time- I
wanted to tear of her clothes, suckle her breasts with
force and thrust my cock into her full force, and watch
her face as she felt me slide in and out of her.
All she did was smile. A wicked, sadistic, triumphant
smile. I went home to my apartment, filled the bathtub,
poured a couple of ice buckets in the water, and I jumped
in. The water stung my skin and it gave me major
shrinkage. Even though I had larger than average
genitals, after about an hour in there I looked like a
Michaelango painting- if not smaller. I dried off and got
to work for the big day.
This time around she gave me a test with multiple choice
questions that were impossibly ambiguous, with all 5
choices very close in wording but very different in
meaning, topped off with 10 essay questions with 5 parts
each. By the time I got to the final part of the final
question, I looked up. She had stayed with me the entire
2 and a half hours it took to finish the test, and she
had a look of pity on her face, how long she sat there
looking at me like that, who knows.
I think it was then she and I both realized I had fallen
in love with her. Don't anyone dare call it infatuation-
as a Psychologist I know the difference love and
infatuation. I wanted to get good grades in her class to
please her, I didn't give a shit about it having to do
with my academic performance; all I knew, was that good
grades made teachers feel good, and I wanted to please.
Yes I desired her, but what man doesn't desire a
beautiful woman? A woman with great beauty I might add,
very intelligent and experienced in the world, and
sexually desirable to boot.
I remember one of the girls asking if she was married-
she said she was divorced, twice. Once from an Arab man
when she was a young woman in her early 20's, and again
from an American guy in her late 20's. I am Arab myself,
but that didn't matter- I was born and raised in
Honduras, and culturally, I considered myself Latino.
Lucky for me though, that unlike most Arab women, she was
open-minded to dating men of different cultures. This is
America right? Either way though there lied the key word-
men. In her eyes, I feared, I was only a boy.
All these thoughts passed through my mind as I continued
writing. Then I heard footsteps in my direction, and
then, I felt a warm hand grab my writing hand. The
feeling sent an electric pulse throughout my body, making
me gasp, and I felt my dick growing into an erection.
"That's enough" she said. "I'll give you an A for the
test and the course; please, never come to class again."
For those who know the feeling of a broken heart, you
know exactly what I was feeling when she said that. I
began to tremble, and I made an impossible effort to keep
my lips from trembling. She simply grabbed the test, put
it in her brief case, and walked of, very straight faced,
yet, with a hint of slight disappointment, which I did
not understand.
That aside, I stuffed everything inside, and went to my
apartment, where I couldn't hold it any longer. I began
crying tears of rage and I screamed into my pillow,
repeating why, why, over and over, asking myself what I
did wrong. This lasted for about 3 hours, and finally,
when I calmed down, I went over to my computer and
checked my e-mail. Safiyah had sent me a message.
It simply said "meet me at the gazebo, at 10:00 p.m.
tomorrow."
I was so upset I didn't feel like going.
Needless to say I never showed.
A month passed and the first term of summer was over.
From then on and most of the summer I tried hard to get
my mind of her- I invited several, very attractive girls
to my room for sex, and right when we got naked I could
never get it up. My mind was so bent on Safiyah, and my
feelings for her so strong in my memory no woman could
get me aroused. Many girls walked away angrily, and I was
frustrated, all I could do was work out and wait out the
summer. So strong was my desire for Safiyah, that I
couldn't bring myself to even jerk of. I wanted the real
thing; I wanted her. The build up of desire was making my
nuts swell with sperm with each passing day. It was at
the beginning of the second term that something happened.
At the beginning of the second term, on an unusually
boring Sunday night, I lay on my bed staring at the
ceiling- I was only wearing a pair of blue jeans with
boxers underneath. I got up, looked in the mirror and saw
the 7% fat, six pack body I had worked my ass off to get.
For those of you who aren't fitness buffs 7% bodyfat is
about as lean as a those male models you see on
magazines. I don't want to brag but... I am good looking
enough that most girls either react to me with
nervousness or snobbery.
Whatever the case, that did not help melting Safiyah's
heart- for her, I focused more on being a mature,
responsible person capable of getting good grades so I
could prove to her that I was a man in spite of the fact
that I was only 21.
While those thoughts were going through my head, it was
then I heard a knock at my door.
It was Safiyah. She was wearing a casual dress, quite old
fashioned, and a long coat over it. She stood on the
doorway smiling.
"What do you want," I said callously.
"I just came to see how you were doing" she said calmly
"I was wondering," she continued, "if..."
"GET TO THE POINT!" I interrupted.
She looked it at me a bit bewildered, obviously shocked
by my behavior.
"Very well then," she said calmly. "I came to make love,
I have not had a man since my last husband."
I was speechless. I felt like someone had just blasted me
with snow from skiing too close, and then skied away
laughing. A few seconds later though, I composed myself
and said; "I thought divorcees go on fucking sprees
between marriages" I pointed out in a deliberately cold
and rude way.
She simply smiled, let herself in, closed the door, and
sat on my couch and said "Western women yes, but not Arab
women- at least, not in the majority..." I stood silent
for a moment and then she continued, "however, when you
reach a certain age, you forget what it was like to make
love to a young man- the last time a young man made love
to me was in my first marriage; that man was my first
husband. I want the thrill of violating the conventions
of my culture; you see, in Arab culture we think it is
wrong even for widows or divorcees to have sex with
someone they are not married to- and many men see to it
that their daughters or sisters don't have sex even as
adults. However, my father and brothers are far from
here, I have only been with two men, and it has been 3
years since I last had a man inside me. I want your tight
body."
I felt my dick swell within my pants, achingly so at
hearing her say that, and yet...
As she said this her demeanor was not seductive at all-
it was actually quite natural. She was very lady-like in
the way she moved, and when she sat down, she kept her
legs closed the entire time. It was my desire for her
which aroused me. Indeed, barely being able to respond, I
waited a few seconds for the embarrassment to subside.
She noticed my erection and she smiled broadly; a very
warm, and understanding smile. I stood there awkwardly,
and finally responded, "Why me?" I asked.
"Why do you think?" she challenged
I realized then that her harsh treatment had all been a
test to see how badly I wanted her. At least, that was my
presumption at the time. However, realizing this didn't
make me proud of my intelligence. Instead it pissed me
off.
"You bitch! Why? WAS ALL THAT NECESSARY? DAMN IT I ONLY
HAD GOOD INTENTIONS AND YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND
LAUGH AT ME LIKE IT DOESN'T MATTER, WHAT THE HELL'S YOUR
PROBLEM, GOD DAMN IT I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!!"
I could feel tears running down my cheeks- my sexual
desire for her was so strong and frustrated for so long
that it took the form of rage and tears. My dick was rock
hard, my desire to tear of her clothes and rape her hard
too much to bear; yet I held it in. Even though I desired
her, I also loved her. For the first time in my life, I
was torn between love and desire.
I stood there crying silently, looking down at the floor
because I could not bear to look at her; just one glance
of her skin, I thought, would make my balls explode cum
all over my pants. It was then, when I was crying from
rage and desire, of a long held frustration, that she
realized my feelings were sincere, and took pity on me
for my masculine desires.
Still looking down at the floor I could hear her clothes
sliding off her body. I looked up and saw that her
panties were already on the floor; then she let her dress
fall, and there she was. Stark naked, an Athenian goddess
with well rounded, classical features, very well formed
and proportioned. Perfect hips, perfectly round and firm
breasts, and a nearly flawless ratio. Her hips were
slightly broader than her bust, but the overall picture
made it easy to overlook the flaw. She had a thick, black
triangle between her legs- tangly and wavy, but not too
long, her breasts were medium sized as I suspected, with
perfectly proportioned pinkish brown nipples in the
center. Though she only wore a touch of perfume, I could
smell it; my senses had grown that sensitive from my
desire for her.
She was smiling a warm, loving smile, almost maternal in
its quality. She came closer, and I was about to say
something, but she simply broadened her smile and put her
fingers on my lips. She put her arms around my head and
cradled it close to hers.
Then she began whispering something to me in Arabic, a
soft cooing sound, that, strangely, made the pain go
away. She then said to me, in her ever so sexy broken
English; "You are too young and passionate for the game I
played on you, I'm sorry. You must understand David, you
are still only baby, you are not man yet. I don't care if
you have made love to woman or not, that is not what
makes a man a man. You have to grow, mature, and
experience the world, suffer a lot, and work hard even
while you suffer in order to become a man. It is when you
suffer, and work hard even while suffering that makes you
adult. Not sex, academic achievement, or financial gain."
"why are you telling me this? I can love you; isn't that
enough to make me a man in your eyes?" I asked.
She took a deep breath and sighed, "You do not
understand," she continued, "I am a woman, you are just a
boy."
"That's not stopping you from taking of your clothes and
offering yourself to me. I'm obviously man enough for
that."
She became slightly irritated at that remark, but then
composed herself and said, "Your body is young and
strong, but your mind and heart have yet to mature, it is
your innocent way of looking at things, yet your strong
desire, that attracts me to you. Please understand that."
With that, she pulled away smiling, crouched down and
pulled down my pants and underwear. Like her, I was now
completely nude. My erection sprang free. It was about 7
inches long, which is only high average, but it was 6 and
a quarter inches in diameter. He was a thick one, and
because of that beautiful woman, engorged nearly to
bursting.
When she got up I put my arms around her and held her
close, making sure my dick pointed upwards so it would
press against her body comfortably. I held her there for
a long moment, breathing deeply, taking in the perfume of
her hair, stroking the back of her head with one hand,
while caressing her round, firm ass with the other. I
felt my cock and balls caress the soft skin of her tummy-
the heat made her wince.
We swayed there for a long moment, the most beautiful in
my life, and she made no protests, complaints or got
impatient. She did none of the things a college girl
would do; she knew what she wanted. This was a woman, a
real woman with true experience, not from having sex with
many men, but rather, having sex with only two men in her
past, each one, for a length of time, each time, in a
meaningful way. This was no wanton slut who spread her
legs at the first man who seduced her when she got
divorced; I believed what she told me, because of her
intelligence and seriousness. Two of the things I most
admired from her. At the same time, she was deliciously
submissive.
I loosened the hug a little bit and then kissed her. She
responded passionately. I could feel the warm fullness of
her lips pressed against mine. Despite the fact that I
was 21 and she was 32, nothing felt wrong about the act.
I could feel her heart beating against my chest; she
tasted the salt of my dry tears as she kissed me softly
on and around my lips and cheeks, gently tasting me. I
picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
The bed was large and comfortable- the apartment was
designed for a married couple.
I lay her on the bed, and there she was. Stark naked
under the room's soft light (I couldn't get over that
body!). Her breasts were firm despite the fact that she
had already had 3 children. She had long legs in
proportion to her height, leading up to a black triangle
of hair between her smooth legs, within which I could see
her pinkish swollen lips. Since she was Lebanese and had
very conservative Christian values, she did not parade
around in small bathing suits, thus never seeing the need
to shave down there.
As she moistened from arousal, instead of dissipating
into thin air, her pubic hair retained her scent creating
a pungent atmosphere. Her scent was intoxicating- it was
perfumy, musky and acidic all at once, and it penetrated
my nostrils so deeply, that the scent alone made my
erection even harder, almost to the point of pain.
I gently slid my hands over her body, slowly, exploring
her. I began with her feet, first licking and sucking her
toes, then her calves, then her thighs which I stroked
with my nose, chin and lips, getting dangerously close to
her vulva, nibbling at her inner thighs. Nevertheless
avoiding it, breathing over it, letting her feel the heat
of my breath, but never really touching. Then I explored
the area of her tummy with my lips and nose, getting
close to the navel and making soft circles.
I then began licking the area of her rib cage, kissing
and gently sucking on the skin. I explored each side,
slowly, lovingly, painfully... tasting and kissing that
soft skin, which I though, I would never taste again. I
then began getting close to her breasts, and breathed on
them, barely sliding my chin and nose over them, keeping
a hair's distance between my skin and hers the whole
time.
She was breathing heavily from the teasing, her vulva and
clit were already swollen- I began kissing the skin
between her breasts, where her heart was. I kissed her
there, softly. slowly, hearing her heartbeat and breath,
feeling heart beats with my kiss. I finally reached the
neck, and suckled on the nape- she moaned softly, the
teasing creating electricity from my tongue's heat. I
kissed the skin along her jaw, slowly exploring the
outside of her face. I reach her earlobe, and flicked it
quickly, making her gasp.
I then slid my left hand to her cheek, and held it there
as I kissed her, ever so tenderly. I let the kiss last a
long moment, as I slowly pecked and teased, but never
letting my lip's warmth abandon her. I caressed her
eyebrows with my other fingers with a very light touch,
slowly, treating her face like a precious jewel, as I did
with her body.
I then moved away from her mouth, and finally began to
taste her skin. Hungrily this time every inch did I taste
with my mouth, for long moments, kissing most of her
skin, always avoiding her breasts, and the inside of her
thighs, yet, getting dangerously close, letting my breath
be felt in each of those zones. I used my nose once again
to stroke her skin, then, as I made moves to get my
tongue between her thighs, I asked to get on her stomach,
to which she reluctantly complied. I began massaging and
stroking her butt cheeks, caressing, kissing, lightly
scraping them with my teeth. I massaged all of her back,
legs included, and kiss-licked her spine from her tail
bone, all the way up to her neck.
"No more, please," she whispered pleadingly. "I want you
inside me!" she begged. I ignored her words, though I
loved her right then, she was only a female body I wanted
to please. She was mine.
I spent long, long hours exploring and stroking her body,
tantalizing her, torturing her- I intended to torture her
the same way she tortured me. I told her to get on her
back, then, without warning, I pinned both her arms to
the bed, and enclosed her right breast in my mouth and
sucked hard. She moaned loudly, and the tantalization
obviously brought her over the edge.
I felt her warm vaginal fluids sprayed on my thigh-
pinned as I had her, and she convulsed and tried to break
free, but after a few seconds it was over, I could hear
her breathing heavily. Then I let go of her arms. I lay
my head on her chest for a short moment; wanting to hear
her heartbeat again. She put her arms around my head and
held me there, then I got up. Unable to bear it any
longer, I climbed down on the bed and positioned my
tongue between her legs, and, finally.. I kissed her
inner thighs.
She was breathing even more heavily now, I could tell she
was getting angry, but I simply kept kissing and teasing,
breathing and feeling, soaking in the smell of her fluids
as I kissed her inner thighs and fondled her breasts at
the same time.
Finally though, out of compassion, and my love for her, I
opened my mouth wide, engulfed her clitoris, and sunk my
tongue into her vulva as deeply as I could, and took a
slow, upward lick.
I heard her take a deep, sudden breath, and she made a
loud gasping sound as she desperately took air into her
lungs. I then began caressing her clitoris with my
tongue, pressing hard, never loosing contact, and I kept
fondling her breasts. She was breathing in very short
gasps now, and I could feel her body tensing underneath
me. I felt her warm fluid soaking my chin, some of which
reached my neck, but I kept going.
I did not know how long I licked her, but I did feel her
tense and moan more than six times. By the tenth time I
stopped counting and just enjoyed the experience.
Needless to say by then I had more or less figured out
the timing of her orgasms, and right as one was about to
start, I stopped.
My dick had been rock hard and outside her body for way
to long; it was time to dive into her.
I put myself into position, guiding the thick head of my
cock to her hairy, swollen pussy lips, and I pressed it
hard against her swollen labia. Before I could do
anything else though, she wrapped her legs around my hips
and pulled me in.
I felt the warm, slimy moisture of her vagina swallow my
cock, and with each disappearing centimeter I felt more
and more of her heat wrap around it. I moaned and gasped
as wet, slimy sounds filled the air, as more and more of
my man-meat sank into her; I moaned as if it was the
first time I ever felt the warmth of a woman.
Oh god if felt so good, the feeling of a warm, wet pussy
wrapped around my manhood, and the friction as I slid
into her- the best part being our age difference; I was
sinking my cock into a woman that was 11 years my senior.
A male penetrating a female, a show that, despite her
being older than me, I was still a man capable of
penetrating her body, of pleasing her, and, best of all,
she wanted it. Male ego aside though, I loved her, the
more of her pussy heat I felt, the more I knew it.
Her pussy squeezed my cock hard as centimeter, after
centimeter of my rock-hard cock sank into her hot slimy
love hole, the slimy sounds continuing to fill the air.
Finally, I buried it to the balls. The thickness of my
cock had her grimacing in pleasure and pain- she
obviously had never taken a dick as thick as mine before.
Out of consideration, and desire, I didn't begin
thrusting right away. I simply lay on top of her, joined
with her at the genitals, and savored the sensation as
long as I could.
She began to move her hips, which felt good, but I asked
her to stop; "please no, no friction, no friction" I said
gasping "I want to savor your warmth." What little
movement she made caused me to get excited, but I kept
control, though I must admit the slimy sounds of our
joined genitals was almost too much to bear.
There we were, joined at the hip, my cock fully engulfed
by this natural pussy, with the feeling of her slimy
warmth completely engulfing my tool, her legs and arms
wrapped around me, and absolutely no movement. Remaining
rock hard, I began kissing her.
With no hip movement, on her part or mine, we kissed for
long moments, savoring the joy of having our genitals
joined, caressing each other's faces, feeling the tears
flow from her face and mine. Between breaths as we
kissed, I told her I loved her. I continued kissing her
for a long time, not wanting to thrust, not wanting the
moment to end- we kissed each other. On the mouth, on the
cheeks, our ears- all over the face. I could feel her
caressing my butt-cheeks with her legs, and my back with
her arms as we continued to kiss.
"ah... habibi..." she said, whispering things to me in
Arabic I did not understand, yet felt in my heart from
the union of our souls.
From there, I began suckling on her ear lobe and upper
neck, gently, passionately, tenderly. Then, ever so
slowly, I began to rock my hips back and forth, sliding
my cock in and out of her.
The now familiar slimy noise began to fill the air once
again, the scent of our genitals and sweat of our bodies
now pungent in the room- a delicious perfummy scent to us
both, along with the sounds so exciting to hear.
The slimy noises got louder and louder, faster and
faster, ever so slowly. I could feel her pussy gripping
me as if she was gonna fall of cliff. She was gripping
me, sucking me into her, the slimy noises squishing
louder and louder each time she gripped me and sucked me
into her.
She moaned soft moans that were barely audible, which I
knew were from orgasms because I felt her cervix press
the head of my cock. Each time her vagina tightened
around me, her legs and arms followed. She held my head
close to hers, whispering more Arabic into my ear between
contractions.
She was whispering to me when, suddenly, her whispers
were interrupted by yet another moan- this one much
louder than all the others.
Her mouth was gaping wide open, her eyes were white they
rolled so far back into her head... even then she was
beautiful.
My instincts began taking over- I could no longer control
the tempo of my thrusts. I began thrusting faster and
faster, the slimy sounds telling of my urgency- I began
humping her like a dog in heat.
She knew what was happening, and held on to me tight-
holding me tighter than ever with her arms and legs so I
would go in deeper. I thrust harder and harder, the slimy
sounds getting louder and faster, faster and faster. The
heat and wetness of her pussy was finally too much to
bear.
Wave after wave of my hot sperm sprayed her cervix and
vaginal walls, I could hear her moan loudly from the
shock and pleasure she feeling as her cervix and vaginal
walls were massaged by the hot gentle jets of my cum. I
felt like I was spewing liquid fire mixed with
electricity a sweet sensation that spread throughout my
body as I sprayed more and more of my hot seed into her,
the build up of a whole month of frustration from my
desire and love for her. Her pussy squeezed me hard,
milking my cock brutally hard as if it was hers. Then,
with a clenched jaw and a grimacing face, I squirted my
final, and very large, load into her. After a couple of
thrusts and squirts, I finally collapsed.
My first orgasm inside a woman; I knew for sure, then,
that I was in love.
I lay on top of her for a while, feeling her hand
stroking the back of my head, tenderly, almost
maternally. We were still joined at the genitals, my cock
was loosing its hardness very, very slowly. She kissed me
on the cheek, and then said, "Thank you, you are a nice
young man, thank you. The girl you marry will be very
lucky to have you."
"You mean you don't lo..." I responded, but then she
pressed her index finger to my mouth, "Sssshhhhh, don't
talk, kiss me."
I complied. It was a long, tender and passionate kiss.
Many minutes later, my cock finally began getting too
soft for comfort, so I pulled out of her. She grimaced
audibly at the sensation, as did I- our marathon love
making had rendered our genitals extra sensitive.
"I do love you" she admitted finally, "I'm sorry I could
tell you sooner," tears ran down her face. It was then I
realized, that, girl or woman, all females need
tenderness.
I smiled and exited and happy smiled and kissed her while
I dried her tears. When our kiss ended, ever so slowly, I
lay back on the bed, I felt her snuggle close to me as
she rested her head on my chest, and we drifted of to
sleep- sleeping more deeply than either of us had ever
slept before, or since.
Nine months later she gave birth a beautiful baby boy-
our son was a little version of me. It was as if she
loved me so much, that when she conceived our son she
made him that way, as a present to me. Not that it
mattered; he was our son, and his mother loved him more
than her children by her two previous husbands.
I graduated college, went on to grad school and got my
master's degree, and later as time and resources allowed,
my PhD. During this time we left our son in the care of
my parents while I studied and she worked. He became very
attached to both, us, and his grandparents.
We did marry shortly after I got my masters, left the kid
with my parents during our honeymoon, and, later on, had
four more kids after that. Two girls, and two boys; both
the girls and the youngest boy look like Safiyah, while
the second boy looks like me, just like his older
brother.
As of today, with our children grown, and I see streaks
of gray on her black hair and our desire for each other
wanes with our youth, I still love her deeply. I think
back, smiling as I do, to those hot, numerous, and
wonderful nights of passion. I also think of that deep
love, which remains with us, even now.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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