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The Concert 
by D'Angelico Mysterioso (admin@designsbydangelico.com)

***

A story about a married man and his first sexual 
liaison with a younger woman with whom he shares an 
interest in music and certain other arts. (MF, exh, 
voy, oral, rom)

***

Dear Reader,

What follows is a story based at least in some respects 
on real events.  All the characters names have been 
changed to "protect the guilty". How much reality and 
how much fiction there is I will leave to your 
imagination to determine.

The characters Rick and Sara will reappear in 
subsequent installments.  Other characters will be 
introduced along the way and they may or may not be 
further developed depending on my interest in them.

I should say one other thing.

I enjoy writing erotic fiction very much and my stories 
will always have erotic content in keeping with the 
theme here. But I am also very interested in character 
development.

Consequently, I will devote quite a few words to 
"fleshing out" my characters. This means that if you 
are looking for non-stop sexual action from beginning 
to end of a story, you'd be better served reading 
someone else's work.

In any case, I'm excited to have the opportunity to 
contribute to ASSTR and look forward to a long and 
prolific correspondence.

Thanks again and enjoy!

D'Angelico


The Concert
Part One: First Encounter


They started out as just friends......

Rick was a married man of fifty. Six feet tall and in 
great shape, he worked out three times a week and it 
showed. He had broad shoulders, strong arms and his 
waistline was only a couple of inches bigger than it 
had been twenty years before. His hairline was 
receding, but not too far and his hair, once dark brown 
was now salt and pepper with gray streaks at the 
temples. His eyes were large and dark and his features 
though not strikingly handsome were refined and 
attractive. He was dark skinned with a strong jaw and 
an aquiline nose, all traits from his mother's side of 
the family which was of Eurasian ancestry. He'd 
recently grown a goatee and had thought of shaving it, 
but the favorable comments it generated from the women 
he met made him think twice.

He was an Architectural Designer by profession, but 
painting and music were his main interests. His hands 
showed it. They were artist's hands with long dexterous 
fingers and very soft palms.

Rick had a large sexual appetite. He wasn't blessed 
with an enormous cock. But what he had he used to its 
best advantage. He had stamina and a very active 
imagination. He loved using those artist's hands as 
well as his mouth on a woman. In short, he sucked pussy 
like a champion and there wasn't much else in the way 
of sexual pleasures that he considered out of bounds. 
His love-life with his wife Cynthia had become a little 
stale and he sometimes strayed, but he kept her 
satisfied and that seemed to be enough, at least up to 
now.

Sara was thirty-five, single, blue eyed and pretty. Her 
face was finely chiseled with high cheekbones, a small 
turned up nose and full lips. She was petite at five 
foot four and had a great figure. She had a thirty four 
inch bust with full perfectly round breasts and light 
brown sensitive nipples that became hard at the 
slightest touch. Her waist was trim but with a little 
belly fat that she couldn't seem to get rid of. It 
bothered her, but to some members of the male sex was 
kind of attractive. Her full hips were in perfect 
proportion to a round bottom that sat perfectly atop a 
pair of slender legs.

Between those legs was what she privately thought of as 
her best feature. Sara possessed a fabulous pussy. A 
perfect triangle crowned with a soft oval nest the same 
auburn color as the hair on her head. Her pubic hair 
had grown suddenly at the age of thirteen into a 
wonderful little patch that hadn't changed since. Below 
that fine fur was a plump pair of outer lips that 
seemed to always have a rosy pink glow. And encased 
within them, two soft folds that opened to reveal a 
small tight hole with a clit that concealed its little 
pink inner orb from view. She was proud of her pussy, 
but wished it got more attention.

Sara was a sexual creature in her own right. More so 
than she liked to admit even to herself. She'd married 
young, still a virgin at twenty-one.  It was a strange 
marriage. Her husband was of Asian descent and from a 
very conservative family. The young couple lived with 
his parents who treated them more like brother and 
sister than husband and wife. The marriage produced no 
children and lasted just three years. Sara could count 
on one hand the times they made love in that brief and 
unsatisfying period.

In the years since her divorce at twenty four, she'd 
only had a few boyfriends. Not one of them was anything 
great in bed, including Josh, her latest. She had begun 
to think maybe there was something wrong with her own 
sexuality. But that wasn't really the case, as she was 
about to find out. Sara's uneventful love-life was 
about to change and very dramatically.

On the day they met, Sara's blue eyes were looking out 
from behind some very fashionable glasses which Rick 
thought were kind of sexy. He'd never believed in the 
old saying that "men don't make passes at girl's who 
wear glasses". Quite to the contrary, he found glasses 
on the right female face to be very attractive. And to 
his thinking, Sara had the right face.

The girlfriend of one of his wife's co-workers, he 
first met her at his house. Cynthia and he had invited 
some people from their respective offices over for an 
afternoon cook-out. It was a warm spring day and 
everyone was having a good time sitting on the patio, 
drinking wine, eating and laughing at Rick's slightly 
off color jokes. Sometime in the course of the 
afternoon there was a request that he play the guitar 
and sing. In his youth he'd been a good musician and 
singer, but now he only entertained at parties, and 
rarely.

As he played and sang Sara began to feel a slight 
attraction. She'd had a lifelong desire to perform 
herself. Her father, a Southern Baptist minister, was 
also an amateur musician who would sometimes let her 
sing with his country and western band when they 
practiced. Maybe that was the source of her fascination 
now. But she wasn't thinking that, she only knew that 
she liked his voice and his ribald sense of humor. It 
was a pleasant afternoon and the party ended with plans 
for the two couples to get together again.

The next time they met was at a happy hour with some 
friends from Cynthia's office. Then it was his turn to 
notice her. He'd thought she was attractive the day of 
the party, but hadn't thought much about her since.

After a few drinks, the talk turned to music and she 
was urging him to take up performing in public again. 
She mentioned the times when she "practiced" with her 
father's group as a little girl and that she now sang 
Karaoke at every chance just to get in front of an 
audience.

"C'mon Rick", she said. "Don't you think it would be 
fun to get out and play again? You're really great and 
I know people would come to hear you."

"Who'd want to come hear me?" he replied. "I gave all 
that stuff up years ago. You're so excited about 
singing in front of people. You should get in a group 
and realize your own dream. You're cute and if you can 
sing like you say you can, well, you'd probably make a 
splash."

Then someone at the table mentioned that the two of 
them should try singing together sometime. The 
suggestion intrigued him. He'd wanted to form a duet 
with a female partner years before, but had never found 
anyone suited to his style. What about it? Could she 
have enough talent to make it work? She certainly had 
the looks. Pretty face, tricky little figure.  If she 
really could sing, then her looks and his musicianship 
might be enough to get them noticed.

"What the hell, he thought. At least we could have a 
few laughs trying."

"Okay Sara. If you really want me to get back out 
there, I will. But on one condition."

"What's that?" she asked.

"We do a duet. Can you sing harmony?"

"I don't know. I've never tried. You really mean it? 
You want me to sing with you?"

"Yeah, sure. I've always wanted to try a duet with a 
female singer.  There's quite a lot of music I know 
that is suited to a guy/girl two part harmony kind of 
thing. Like I was saying, you've got the looks. With 
you up front, we just might get some attention."

So it was settled. They formed a partnership and as the 
weeks passed, they started getting a repertoire built 
up. But something else began to happen besides musical 
creativity. At first the e-mails they traded were all 
about the music. What songs would they learn? Where 
would they play first in public? But gradually, 
imperceptibly to them both, something else began to 
happen. They started confiding in each other more than 
just musical ideas. They talked of art, philosophy, 
life dreams and aspirations. All those things that two 
people talk about who are moving past just being 
friends.

Then one day Sara acknowledged to him that her 
feelings, at least in some ways were more than 
platonic. She tried to chalk it up to his filling the 
role her father had when she was just a little girl. 
That explained some of it, but it didn't explain away 
the physical attraction that was becoming stronger and 
stronger for her.

For his part, he admitted that she was attractive and 
he was certainly flattered by the attention of a 
younger woman, but they "must be adults about this" and 
realize that sometimes feelings even though 
acknowledged, are better left not acted upon. Of course 
Rick was not above taking advantage of an opportunity 
for an extracurricular affair. But he felt that this 
one could be a little explosive. Cynthia was Josh's 
supervisor and the repercussions of an affair gone bad 
between him and the love interest of Cynthia's 
subordinate tempered his more lustful urges, at least 
for awhile.

But Sara's feelings didn't diminish or go away. They 
only got stronger.  She felt guilty. She loved Cynthia 
as a friend and in many ways considered the two of them 
to be like a family to her.

Then Josh began to sense something was wrong and 
started objecting to the "innocent partnership". He 
began to question why they had to have so many practice 
sessions alone. And even though nothing physical had 
happened between them, he started pressuring Sara to 
abandon the friendship and musical partnership 
altogether.

She rebelled at this. "How dare he assume that this was 
anything more than a good friendship?" she thought. 
"Yes she had feelings for Rick (which she had not 
confided to Josh) but she had all that under control." 
She also didn't tell him that sometimes when they were 
in bed, she thought of Rick.

The day came when he gave her an ultimatum, "Chose, me 
or the music."

She chose the music.

Sara began to spend even more time with Rick and 
Cynthia. Dinners at their house with late night 
practice sessions. Phone calls at work and on the way 
home in the evening. E-mails all day long. Their 
correspondence continued to take on more of a romantic 
flavor, even an erotic one. They told themselves and 
each other that it was all in fun. Just two grownups 
having a few laughs. But that didn't explain the way 
she thought of him at night, in her bed, when her hands 
would stray to her breasts and then between her legs.

One day in conversation with Cynthia she mentioned that 
she had tickets to a really great concert, but since 
the break-up with Josh, had no-one to go with.

Cynthia immediately suggested, "Why don't you take 
Rick?"

"Oh no Cyn, I couldn't ask you to do that"

"Do what? You're our friend. I know Rick would like to 
see that show and he'd be glad to help you out. I'll 
mention it to him."

"Okay, but only if you are okay with it." She replied.

In truth, Cynthia was not completely "okay" with it. 
She knew that nothing had gone on in a physical way 
between her husband and Sara. But she sensed the 
attraction and that it was growing. Their marriage had 
not been in great shape for some time and she suspected 
that Rick had affairs in the past. But she still had 
enough faith in him to let it go. So in spite of her 
misgivings or maybe because of them, she told him about 
the concert and her wish that he "help out their 
friend" by going.

There was something else that Cynthia didn't tell Rick. 
She didn't even like to admit it to herself, but the 
idea of him making love to another woman excited her. 
She'd even fantasized on more than one occasion about 
him making love to her and someone else at the same 
time. When she tried to come to terms with that 
excitement and her fantasies she just got confused and 
frustrated. So she buried it as deep as she could 
inside and continued to play the role of trusting wife. 
But her naiveté was about to be dissolved.

For his part, Rick didn't go into it looking to exploit 
the situation.  Of course he thought that it was a 
pretty unusual circumstance for Cynthia to suggest that 
he take a much younger and quite attractive woman out 
on what amounted to a date. And he was excited by the 
idea. But he had no real plan to make the evening 
anything other than an enjoyable night out for two 
friends.

The concert they were going to see was a performance by 
a well known female singer/songwriter whose forte was 
soft rock and romantic ballads.  The venue as it 
happened was an arena just a couple of blocks from 
Rick's workplace.

On the appointed evening, Sara met him in the parking 
lot at his office and they went to a local Mexican 
place for a light dinner before the show.  Dinner was 
not so special. The drinks were watered down and the 
food was less than inspiring. But he talked of so many 
interesting things and she looked so great that they 
didn't care.

When they left the restaurant the conversation took a 
slightly erotic turn.

"I'm reminded of a line I read in a book once," he 
said.

"I have no doubt it's both profound and very wicked." 
She replied.  "Well go ahead and tell me so I'll fall 
in love with you even more than I already am."

He looked over at her, at first serious and then smiled 
as they laughed away the sexual tension, "She took him 
to her room, and shared with him a joyous and refined 
carnality."

They laughed again at the incongruity of the words. But 
her hand strayed to his and squeezed very tightly.

After parking her car in the lot at Rick's building 
they walked the short distance to the concert. It was a 
warm and pleasant evening and she was excited by the 
circumstance and his company. His last remark had left 
her wondering just how "joyous and refined" a carnality 
would be with him.

Once they were seated, the conversation continued in 
other less dangerous directions. He told her about 
things he'd done in his youth, the books he'd read, the 
places he'd been. Then the house lights dimmed and the 
warm up group came on.

He was passionately describing his vision of their own 
stage show when Sara interrupted him.

"You know what I'd like?" she asked.

"No, what?"

"I'd like to spend a week just looking at the world 
through your eyes."

The melted look she had in her eyes at saying this told 
him he'd better try to diffuse the situation.

"Well Sara darling, in my world the grass is blue and 
the sky is green." He said this in the most 
lighthearted and kidding manner he could. But it did no 
good.

A slightly quizzical look crossed her face and she 
said, "Really?! Well does that mean that right now I'm 
really upside down and instead of my mouth you're 
talking to my asshole?"

The smile on her lips spoke of irony and implied a 
joke. But the seriousness in her look and tone of voice 
spoke of something else. He felt his cock begin to 
stir.

Looking back in her eyes with the same seriousness, he 
replied, "No, but if that were the case, it would be a 
very different kind of conversation than the one we are 
having now."

"Oh? And what kind of conversation would it be?" she 
asked coyly.

"A very deep and probing discussion that I am quite 
sure you'd never forget," he replied.

She had a reaction in her crotch similar to his, but 
accompanied by a distinct buzzing in her head.

She smiled, looked down, raised her eyes to his and 
asked, "What would happen I wonder, if I suddenly rose 
up out of my seat, flipped over and you were presented 
with that end of me?"

That was it. All restraint left him. His cock which was 
just beginning to rise jumped in his pants. He took her 
face gently in both hands, leaned in very close and 
looking her right in the eyes said, "Sara, I'm sitting 
here looking at your lovely face and beautiful mouth 
with it's lips so full and breath so sweet. But let's 
pretend, for just a moment, shall we? That it's as you 
said and I'm "face to face" with your bottom which is 
I'm sure, very lovely in it's own right. Smooth skinned 
cream colored cheeks so soft and sensitive that you 
shudder just a little as I very tenderly kiss them. 
First one and then the other."

He kissed the now blushing cheeks of her face, first 
one and then the other.

"Then Sara darling, I'd gently part those marvelous 
globes like two halves of a ripe papaya to reveal the 
pink and perfectly puckered rosebud nestled there. And 
only after I savored the sight and intoxicating scent 
of it for a moment or two would I very gently put my 
lips to it and kiss, just like this."

He kissed her mouth softly. So softly in fact, it felt 
like a feather had brushed her lips.

"Then, while my lips were still in soft contact with 
it, I'd let just the tip of my tongue flick out and 
swirl gently around and around that marvelous little 
puckered ring. And just as I heard you softly moan I'd 
gently but very firmly push my tongue up inside."

And as before, he performed those actions on her mouth 
that he'd described doing to her ass. Her lips parted 
and he pushed his tongue inside in what to Sara was the 
most erotic kiss she'd ever experienced.

Her head was spinning and she couldn't feel the seat 
she was sitting in.  He had just described doing the 
most wicked thing to her. Something so nasty, but so 
erotic. Something she'd never dreamed or imagined 
anyone ever doing to her. And yet, he made it sound 
like the most beautiful, tender and romantic act she 
could ever experience. She returned the kiss, 
passionately. He had made her feel beautiful and 
completely wanton at the same time. She was more 
aroused at that moment than she'd ever been in her life 
and wanted nothing more than for him to do just exactly 
as he had said, down to the last detail.

Her pussy was soaking and her tits were straining in 
the sheer silk lace of her bra. As he touched them, she 
put her hand on his fully erect cock.  She could feel 
it's heat, even through his pants and squeezed hard.

Just as he was thinking of the erotic irony of kissing 
and probing her mouth as a metaphor for tonguing her 
asshole, he heard a loud, "Ahem!"

Engrossed as they were in the moment, they had failed 
to notice a young couple who had sat down directly 
behind them. In the stadium style seats, the guy and 
his date were looking almost vertically down on Rick 
and Sara and had seen and heard everything that had 
transpired.

He looked up at them and smiled. The girl looked 
daggers back and glowered at him while the guy was 
grinning from ear to ear.

Sara who had barely noticed the interruption was trying 
to find his mouth again, but he pulled away from her 
probing tongue, and said, "Darling, let's find 
someplace more private. Shall we?"

At which comment the girl said, "Yes! By all means find 
someplace more private. Like a motel room!"

Her date was more magnanimous. "Hey man. Don't leave on 
our account." he said smiling.

The girl gave him a sharp blow to the ribs with her 
elbow, crossed her arms and legs, pointed her nose in 
the air and turned her back to him in a huff.

Rick looked at the girl, then at the guy, still wincing 
from the elbow and said in his best Sean Connery 
brouge, "Terribly sorry old sport, but it looks like 
the shop's all closed for you this evening."

The guy started to reply but the girl answered first.

"You got that right mister!" and gave the sorry fellow 
a look that said if he opened his mouth again, the next 
elbow would land in a much more southerly location.

Rick didn't waste anymore time with the unhappy couple. 
Looking around he saw an empty section of seats at the 
very top of the arena and got an idea.

Sara was panting, her mind still reeling from the 
incredible fantasy he'd just described, their kiss and 
his hands on her tits. Her hand was still hot from his 
cock. She hadn't even noticed or heard the exchange 
with the couple.

"What was that you were saying about marvelous globes?" 
she asked groggily.

Rick just grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to 
the darkened and isolated section of seats.

They sat down just as the featured act came on to an 
ovation.

He sat her closer to the stage so he would be behind 
her and she could watch the concert. This position also 
allowed him complete access to her breasts and crotch 
from behind. Pulling her back into his chest he reached 
around and cupped both her tits through her blouse. His 
mouth found her neck. He kissed and nibbled the 
sensitive skin and flesh there as his hand found it's 
way inside her top.

Pushing aside the sheer fabric of her bra, he cupped 
one tit and pinched the nipple which swelled between 
his thumb and forefinger causing her to draw a breath 
in sharply and arch her back.

His other hand was between her legs. He could feel the 
heat from her and when he cupped her crotch in his 
hand, the wetness that had started to soak through the 
silk of her panties. The delicate lace pulled aside 
easily and his fingers sank into the folds of her 
pussy.

She moaned, "What are we doing?"

"We're making a dream come true." he answered. "And 
it's about time."

"Ungh, oh God that feels so good. But we can't keep 
this up here."

"You're right. C'mon!"

"Are we leaving?"

"Yes, but we'll be back in a little while."

He stood and she got to her feet, unsteadily at first. 
The height of the seats in the arena coupled with the 
spinning in her head from his probing made her dizzy. 
Putting a hand under each of her arms, he almost picked 
her up off her feet as he led her out to the concourse.

"Where are we going? There's no place we can go in 
here."

"Oh yes there is. Follow me."

He'd seen what he was looking for, the sign for the 
restrooms. When they got to the ladies room he ushered 
her inside as she halfheartedly protested.

"Somebody will come in."

"No they won't. She's just started her set. Nobody's 
going to leave the concert to come in here. At least 
not for a little while."

He backed her up against the stone lavatory counter and 
kissed her hard.

His hands cupped her ass as he lifted her up and set 
her down on the stone.  Her legs were wrapped around 
him and she was groping for his zipper. He helped her 
out there, unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. 
Looking down as he guided her hand she took another 
deep breath. His cock was red and fully erect with a 
bead of pre-cum just beginning to leak out of the hole 
in it's purple head.

She grabbed him and pulled, bringing his cock fully out 
of his pants and feeling the heat of him even stronger 
than before.

"Oh God, Rick. I've wanted this for so long. But what 
about...."

"Shhh, don't talk, there's no one but us right now."

Reaching between her legs, he ripped the lace panties 
off of her and cupped her pussy with his fingers as his 
tongue found hers again. Then he put a hand under each 
of her knees and brought them up until the heels of her 
shoes were resting on the edge of the counter. Her 
short skirt had ridden up and her bare ass was resting 
on the stone. In this position she was fully opened to 
him and he sank to his knees to fully appreciate the 
sight, scent and taste of her.

"Rick, please not here, I've never...it's too 
dangerous. Just make love to me darling, please."

But he wasn't listening. He'd thought of this moment 
many times and he wasn't going to miss this 
opportunity.

Her pussy was even more beautiful than he had imagined. 
The reddish brown patch of hair covering her mons was 
soft as silk and held the musky scent of her sex, 
stopping just above its full fleshy outer lips.

"Jesus. You've got the pussy of a teenager." he said as 
his fingers spread those outer lips revealing the pink 
wetness inside. The inner lips of her pussy opened to 
his touch like the petals of a flower and he marveled 
at how wet she was. The inside of her hole was shining 
and slick and a single drop of cum was slowly running 
from her slit down to her asshole. His tongue caught it 
just at the instant it hit that sensitive hole and she 
shuddered as he probed her most intimate spot. Running 
his tongue back up to her pussy he let it dart in and 
swirl around until he found her clit.

He first kissed and then started to suck the sensitive 
orb. She took his head in both hands and pulled him up 
to her. Her pussy filled his mouth and he sucked hard 
running his tongue up into her before sucking her clit 
in between his teeth.

She was almost to the point of tears now. Incredibly 
aroused by the situation and the way Rick was licking 
and probing her she ground her pussy into his mouth, 
wanting to cry out loud but not doing it for fear of 
being discovered.

She'd never felt anything like this before. She'd never 
done anything like this before. She'd only heard and 
read of these situations. Now being in one, she was at 
the point where ecstasy and exhilaration overrides any 
sense of restraint.

When he moved from sucking her clit and licking her 
pussy back to her asshole she almost lost it 
completely. His tongue invaded the tight puckered 
opening and probed hard, sending a shiver up her spine 
and into her brain. She'd never experienced anything 
like it. Christ, she'd only had her pussy licked a few 
times before and then reluctantly. Not that she didn't 
like it. But she'd been brought up in a very repressive 
and morally strict home. Her mother had filled her with 
so much guilt about sex that she had never let anyone 
do anything the least bit "out of the ordinary".

Maybe that's why she had become involved with Josh. It 
was certainly no wonder why her mother loved him. She'd 
undoubtedly sensed that he possessed the libido of a 
eunuch. Their rare lovemaking sessions typically 
consisted of a little kissing and a grope or two, 
before he'd get on top of her, grunt a couple of times 
and come. Never once in the two years they'd been 
together had he taken the time to even try satisfying 
her. Invariably she'd end up "helping herself" after he 
rolled over and began snoring. And inevitably, she'd 
feel guilty for doing it. "Thanks, mother!"

Rick was completely different. Sara felt it in the 
things he said and wrote and in the way he looked at 
her. And she had responded to him, saying things she'd 
never said to any man before. She felt it in the heat 
of his touch even at the slightest contact. He was 
unlike any other man she'd been with and now as he 
probed her with a tongue that felt like a hot poker, 
she knew she'd do anything he told her. There was no 
part of her that he could be denied and no instance 
where she would not surrender to him. She also knew 
that her mother would hate him. That satisfied her 
immensely.

But she wasn't thinking too much of those things at the 
moment. She was just riding the waves of pleasure that 
washed over her again and again in response to his 
probing tongue which was again in her pussy.

"Oh, God! Yes, oh yes, lick me. Suck me, suck my pussy. 
That's it, suck me!" She was surprised when those words 
came out of her mouth. But she loved it, loved the 
wanton abandonment that had her in it's power.

He licked her asshole again...."Oh Rick, that's so 
nasty. I don't know if I, if you should...."

"If I should what?" he asked, looking up into her eyes 
from between her legs. He pressed the tip of his tongue 
into her ass again. "This? Lick your sweet spicy little 
butt-hole? You asked what would happen if I was 
presented with this end of you. Now you know. And as I 
told you, it's going to be a conversation you'll never 
forget." Then he pushed his tongue so far up in her she 
almost felt it in her belly and she went over the edge.

"Oh yes, do it! Do it! Stick your tongue in my ass! 
Nobody's ever touched me there till now. It's yours! 
Lick it! Fuck my ass with your tongue. Ungh, you're 
gonna make me cum. Oh, Rick!"

She felt like a slut for saying those words and feeling 
the way she did, but she didn't care. In fact she loved 
it. All the years of repression, melted away in that 
one instant and she actually felt herself starting to 
cum from the incredibly wicked and delightfully dirty 
feeling of his tongue in her ass. She sucked a long 
breath in and arched her back driving her ass down on 
his face.

Sensing that she was on the verge, Rick stopped and 
stood up. His cock was painfully erect now, straining 
to the point where he thought it might split right down 
the middle. As he moved into her it sank lengthwise in 
the furrow between her outer lips, the head resting on 
her clit, that was so sensitive she moaned, "Oh God, 
Rick. Fuck me, fuck me now. Please!"

He began rubbing the head of his cock up and down the 
length of her slit, pushing it down hard when it met 
her clit.

They were both looking down at the sight of his cock 
riding up and down her pussy when he stopped again. He 
positioned the head at the opening of her hole, looked 
in her eyes, then kissed her deeply and drove into her.

She didn't stifle the cry that came from her mouth this 
time, but it was muffled in their kiss. And he kept 
kissing her, probing her mouth with his tongue as he 
began to slowly but very powerfully fuck her, the 
strokes of his cock matching those of his tongue.

She sucked hard on his tongue as he fucked her, more 
forcefully now.  The taste of her pussy and ass was on 
his lips and in his mouth and she loved it. Her own 
scent filled her nostrils and the deeper she breathed, 
the more aroused she became. She was like an animal, 
panting and sucking his tongue, trying to suck it down 
her throat.

She ground down on him, forcing his shaft to rub her 
clit on every thrust. He began fucking her faster and 
harder. He could feel his own orgasm coming on, the 
tightness in his balls, the swelling in the end of his 
cock. She felt it too and her pussy began to spasm, 
gripping him with every thrust. She kissed him again 
deeply and then drew back, looking in his eyes as she 
went over the edge into the abyss.

Her eyes rolled up in their sockets and she threw her 
head back as he picked her up off the countertop, his 
hands cupping her ass. He was holding her up, her legs 
wrapped around his back as he fucked up into her, and 
came so hard he had to choke off his own cry of 
ecstasy. Their mouths came together again as his cum 
shot up into her, hitting her cervix and triggering a 
corresponding contraction in her pussy with every 
spurt.

They screamed into each other's mouths as their climax 
reached it's peak and then drank each other in, tongues 
entwined as wave after wave hit them.

*

When it was over and the convulsions of their cumming 
stopped he looked into her eyes before kissing her 
again, softer this time. She nestled her face into his 
neck as they began to catch their breath.

He set her back down on the counter and pulled his 
still hard cock from her pussy. She felt the cum run 
out of her and wished she could hold it in as it 
puddled on the stone counter under her ass. He seemed 
to sense what she was thinking and put his fingers over 
her hole as if to stem the flood.  Two fingers found 
their way inside. When he withdrew them and held them 
up to her face, they were covered with their mingled 
juices and smelled of their combined sex.

He licked first and then inserted them into her mouth. 
She sucked on his fingers, relishing the taste of his 
cum mingled with hers.

He smiled at the sight of her greedily lapping at his 
cum soaked fingers.

"What are you smiling at?" she asked a little coyly.

"You are a very naughty girl, my dear."

"Me? What about you? You have got to be the most wicked 
and nasty man I've ever met."

He kissed her again before asking, "What? You didn't 
like what just happened? Don't tell me that this was 
just an irrational moment for you and you don't want to 
experience any of this again. You knew what I was like 
before coming in here."

"Well, I thought I knew what you where like, but I had 
no idea how far you would go. And no, I'm not saying I 
don't want to experience it again.  It's just that...."

"Just that what? Nobody's ever done that to you before? 
When you were a little girl your mother told you that 
good girls never let anyone put their mouth "down 
there". And she was only talking about your sweet 
little pussy. If she had imagined that one day you'd 
let this wicked and very nasty man stick his hot tongue 
up your little ass, she'd have gone into apoplexy. Am I 
right?"

"Yes, but how did you know my mother was like that and 
said those things?"

"Sara, darling. I've been around the block, not once, 
but a couple of times and there's one or two things 
I've learned. In addition to your mother being so 
uptight, I'll wager that your father tried on at least 
one occasion to do to her what I just did to you and 
got scolded for his efforts. Some men just don't know 
how to talk to a woman and some women have no idea just 
how pleasurable "forbidden" sex can be."

She was about to reply with a remark that he sure knew 
how to talk to her when they heard activity out in the 
concourse. Putting themselves back together as quickly 
and completely as they could, they rushed out of the 
entrance to the restroom almost knocking over two very 
surprised looking young women who turned and watched as 
the fleeing lovers made their way through the crowd and 
back into the arena.

END OF PART ONE

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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