~Subject: STORY:"Courtney" mf/passion
~From: drambo@cloud9.net (Dawson Rambo)

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                         "Courtney"
                       By Dirty Dawg

Semi-standard Disclaimer : General younger man-older woman story
here, folks. All characters of a legal and appropriate age.

                            -1-

            "And the world's shrunken to a heap
              of hot flesh straining on a bed."
                        -E.R. Dodds
                         British Classical Scholar

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    To be frank, I wanted her the moment I saw her, which is
strange because she was 20 years older than me. But there was that
certain something about her that attracted me to her, and I knew
that if the feeling was even slightly mutual, I would act on it.

   Courtney was the wife of a co-worker. Don had come to our
company first as a consultant, and then as he proved himself with
his performance, he was invited to stay on at a much higher salary.
Moving from the cold midwest to sunny San Diego was probablly a
mitigating factor, but just the same, he packed his wife and two
kids up and moved to southern California.

   He was a management specialist, and I was in Information
Systems, working as the senior database analyst. As such, we had
ample opportunity to interact both professionally and socially. It
was the first social interaction, however, that started this
entire...affair. And I suppose, after all is said and done, that
that is what this is. Courtney has no desire to leave her husband
or end her marriage, and I have no desire to become her husband or
a stepfather to her children, both of which are only younger than
me by a few short years. Frankly, all Courtney and I want to do is
screw the living daylights out of each other. But I digress; it
took me a while to get to that point, so I'd better back up and let
you all join us here as well.

   Don had invited me over to his new house for dinner and
discussions about business. Wanting to appear friendly, I accepted.
The door was answered by a goddess. She was somewhere between forty
and forty-five, of that there was no doubt. She was short and slim
and had a wonderfully warm smile, and dark, intelligent eyes that
drew me in like a buglight. She reached out and shook my hand,
introducing herself.

   "You must be Dan. I'm Courtney, Don's wife." I smiled and nodded
at her, too stunned to immediately speak. She took my windbreaker,
and led me into the kitchen. It was one of those wonderful
California kitchens, all light and air and room to manuever. A huge
butcher-block counter dominated the middle of the room, complete
with a working stove and ample room to prepare meals. An opened
bottle of rose wine was on the counter, and she offered me a glass.

   "Thank you, no" I said. "I'm not much of a wine drinker."

   "Hmmm," she said, playfully stroking her chin. "I suppose you're
more of a beer drinker, hmm?" I nodded, and she turned, opened the
icebox, and bent down to rummage around the lower shelves.

   At that point, I nearly fainted. She was wearing a light-colored
(peach or ivory,) silky blouse, and tight, black pleated trousers
that were now stretched tightly across her buttocks, revealing to
me that although she could count four decades of time on this
planet, she had fought Mother Nature tooth and nail. Her ass looked
invitingly tight and firm, and I wondered for a moment how it would
feel filling my hands as I thrust my slowly stirring cock into her
cunt.

   "Hey, Dan!" I heard from behind me, and turned to see Don
staring at me from the family room. To my sudden horror, I realized
that he'd caught me ogling his wife, and to add to my humiliation,
I could feel myself beginning to blush. "You've met Courtney, I
see," he said, indicating with a sweep of his hand his wife, still
bent over in front of the icebox. I nodded, dumbly, and shook hands
with her husband and my co-worker.

   His big, meaty paw covered my own hand, and I wondered if we
were going to get into one of those insane hand-squeezing tests.
Perhaps I should add that although I'm six-three and 250, Don made
me look like a dwarf. He was six foot six, and weighed close to
four hundred pounds. And not an ounce of it, a single ounce of
it...was muscle. He was a huge blob of a man, with swinging jowls
that reminded me of those things on a chicken. (What <do> you call
those, anyway?) I looked back at Courtney, all five foot three and
about 90 pounds of her, and instantly, several questions jumped
into my mind:

           1) How did they <EVER> have children?
           2) How did they <NOW> have sex?
           3) And if the answer to #2 was "We don't",;
           3a) Would she like to sleep with ME?

    But that was best put off for another time. Suffice it to say
that I had an instant attraction to Courtney, but fearing for my
own job-related political life, I decided to bury those feelings
deeply inside.

   Flash foward about two months. Don and I played golf more than
a few times, went shooting more than a few times, and shared more
than a few beers at his house before and after these various
events. Every time I was treated to the sight of Courtney, and I
began to realize that each succeding time I came over, Courtney was
dressing more and more...well, suggestively. After two months, she
answered the door in a pair of tight nylon running shorts and a t-
shirt. It was obvious from the press of her nipples through the
shirt that she was <not> wearing a bra, and I tried to keep myself
from staring at her still-firm, supple 36C's. (We later
measured...)

   She knew (I know now,) that I was interested in her, and she was
trying to encourage me without tipping her husband off. She had a
basically happy marriage, as far as the straight emotional aspects
of the relationship went, it was just that the sexual side had all
but died. I wondered about that <at all>, but Courtney had shown me
a photo album filled with snapshots just after she and Don were
married, and I was stunned to see that if anything, he had <lost>
weight since they were married. What a beautiful, petite woman like
Courtney would see in a gargantua like Don was beyond me. But then
again, love <is> blind, right?

   Well, flash foward about another two months. Don's
administrative assistant was pregnant, and had to take six weeks
off to have the baby and all that. The company didn't want to hire
new help, so Courtney voulenteered to work for free as Don's
assistant. Which means, of course, that I got to see even <more> of
her.

   When Courtney started appearing at the job, I found it harder
and harder to concentrate on the tasks at hand. She was always
wearing chic business attire, but just the <way> she wore it turned
me on. And then it started, the awful teasing that had me wondering
what the hell was going on, if anything, between us. She would
appear in my office to ask me a question about something, and lean
over to show me or point something out, and I would always get a
clear shot down her unbuttoned-just-enough blouse to see her creamy
breasts being lightly cupped in some really outreageous lingerie.
I always wanted to reach out and cup one gently swelling breast
with my hand, and scrape my thumb across a nipple to see what it
felt like...but since my office had front-facing windows and no
blinds or shades, I always kept my hands to myself.

   This kept up, and then she started touching me. Every chance
Courtney had, she would touch my arm or my hands or my shoulders,
the feather-light feeling of her fingers on my body sending
butterflies directly to my stomach. I wanted her to touch me
<everywhere>.

   And finally, I did it. I called her on the intercom. As her
extension rang, I noticed that my hands were shaking and there was
an awful taste in the back of my mouth. I knew, instantly, what it
was as I flashed back to my high school days, days when I would ask
a girl out and pray to the mightiest God there was that if she
<did> turn me down, that she wouldn't laugh and call me a silly
boy.

   "Hello?"

   "Courtney." It was a word, not question.

   "Hello, Dan." Her voice was soft and soothing.

   "Do you feel it?" I asked, without any preliminary. I knew she
would understand what I was talking about instantly, and I didn't
want to preface it, give her time to build defenses.

   There was the slightest of pauses, and then, "Oh my, yes. Since
the beginning."

   We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments. And then she
asked, "Can you be discreet?"

   "For a chance to find out how we are together...I wouldn't tell
God himself if he appeared before me."

   She chuckled at my exggeration. I clarified: "I have as much to
loase here as you do, perhaps more."

   "I have a husband," she said pointedly.

   "I know you do. But, apparantly, you're not as married as he
thinks you are."

   There was a long pause. "I suppose you're right," she conceded.
"But I do not want to divorce Don. I'm not in love with you."

   "Neither am I. In love with you, I mean."

   "I know what you meant," she said.

   Another long pause.

   "You can't come to my house," she said.

   "I know. And you can't come to my apartment." My roomate also
worked at the company in the Marketing department. Lawrence just
wouldn't understand, and he had a huge mouth to boot.

   "So how are we going to do this?" she asked.

   "I don't know. I'm waiting for suggestions."

   "It's not like I've ever done this before!" she snapped.

   "Courtney. I wasn't saying you had. It's just that.. .well, you
and I have both obviously been thinking about this for a long time.
Do you have any ideas?"

   When she answered, her voice was so soft and distant, I wondered
if she was speaking to me...or something that was not quite there,
not quite real. "When I think of you...of us...all I see is you and
I together in glorious physical harmony." She fell silent. "I
suppose that sounds corny."

   "Not at all." My own voice had dropped a few decibels. I felt
like I was in a church. "I knew the instant I laid eyes on you
that...we would be wonderful together."

   "Did you? Did you really?"

   "Yes," I almost whispered.

   "What took you so long?" she fairly cried. "I've been...hungry
since I met you at the door. Hungry for your touch, your
kiss...your cock." Her use of the word surprised, but did not
shock, me. I was beginnning to zoom in on her erotic core. She was
tired of playing The Good Wife, and wanted to have some physical
fun. So much the better if it were someone who knew the score,
didn't want anything from her that she chose not to give. Someone
who was as intelligent...and as lonely...as she was.

   That, of course, luckily, was me.

   "Don has to travel," I offered. And it was true, he travelled
often for the company, sometimes he was gone for weeks at a
stretch, communicating through faxes and cellular phones and
pagers.

   "The kids," Courtney whispered. I could hear it in her voice,
the desire to shed, if only for a moment, the emotional and
societal restraints that her marriage and family that were keeping
us apart. I would never suggest to her that she outright lie and
scheme to her family to provide situations for us. That would be
going too far.

   "When Don leaves, if the kids sleep over friends
houses...anything like that. Call me, at once."

   "No."

   My stomach dropped again. "It's..." she started. "Please don't
take this the wrong way. I want to be with you very, very much. I
want to explore every inch of your body and have you explore every
inch of mine. But...I have a family, like I said. And more
importantly, I have neighbors. I can't imagine making love with you
in my husband's bed... and I don't want you to be seen coming and
going when my husband is out of town. We have to think of
somewhere... else."

   My secretary appeared in my window, making motions like she
wanted to come in. I held up a hand, staying her as I finished the
conversation. "Courtney...I will think about. ..ways to make this
happen. Until then, remember to act natural."

   "What's natural?" she asked.

   "What's natural is the fact that just talking to you, just
hearing the sound of your voice over this telephone has giving me
an erection that I'm going to have to beat down with a baseball
bat! Think about that, Courtney. Think about the fact that every
fiber of my being hungers for you, the feel of you and the taste of
you. I have to go."

   I hung up the phone without letting her respond, and motioned
for me secretary to enter.

   "Jeez," she said. "Did you win the lottery or something?"

   Confused, I looked at her. "What?"

   "You have a very strange expression on your face, like the cat
that ate the canary or something."

   I just smiled.

                  * * * * * * * * * * * * *
                              -2-

            "Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good
            talk, necessairly. It's just IT.
            Some women'll stay in a man's memory
            if they once walked down a street."
                          -Rudyard Kipling

    Two nights later, the phone rang just as I was drifting off to
sleep. Lawrence and I had seperate lines into the apartment,
because I mostly used mine to connect with the mainframe at work.
Sleepily, I lifted it to my ear.

   "'lo?"

   "What are you doing?" I was instantly awake. Her soft, slightly
husky voice was instantly arousing.

   "I'm getting ready to go to sleep," I said.

   She didn't say anything for a long, pregnant moment. "Ask me
what I'm wearing," she finally said.

   Agreeably, I asked. "OK. What are you wearing?"

   "Well," Courtney said, "I'm wearing very, very high heels,
almost five inches tall. Black seamed stockings, fishnet, with a
wide weave. A black leather garter belt, black satin panties, and
a demicup bra. What do you think of that?"

   I let her stew for a second. "I'm thinking of what you would
look like, wearing that."

   "Well?"

   "I think you'd look good enough to...eat."

   "And to fuck, I hope." There she went again. At work and
publically, she was always so ladylike and proper. And now, on the
phone, having what I devoutly hoped was a private conversation, she
was telling me that she was dressed like a slut and using words
like "fuck."

   "Courtney, can I ask you something?"

   "Mmmmmm," she said, with a tone in her voice that led me to
believe she was touching herself in very naughty places. "Go ahead.
Ask me anything."

   "How do you like your sex?"

   "What do you mean?" Her voice was hesitant.

   "Well...do you like it soft and gentle, or hard and rough? Do
you like to talk dirty? Do you like giving or getting oral sex? Do
you take it up the ass? What?"

   There was a very long pause this time, and I was sure I'd gone
too far.

   "What prompted you to ask that question?"

   "Well, in public, you never say 'shit' and 'fuck'. And I damn
sure know that you don't normally wear the kinds of things you have
on now!"

   "How do you know?" she asked.

   "Because," I said smugly, "I've been staring down your shirt for
months!" She laughed, and then grew serious. "Dan...my sex life
with my husband was never that great. We managed through trial and
error to concieve two children. Aside from that, my sexual
experience is next to nil. I've done what most good wives have done
over the years: I fantasize, masturbate and read lots of trashy
novels. You're the first man in a long time to make me feel
attractive, feel like a woman again, like a sexy plaything. You
have no idea how important that is to me, and how flattering it is
coming from...from someone like you."

   "You mean someone as young as I am."

   "Well..," she hedged, "...yes."

   "Look, Courtney. I don't know why I'm attracted to you, I just
know that I am, and that I want nothing more right now then to be
next to you, gently tracing the lines of your shoulders and necks
with my fingertips, tasting the sweat at the base of your neck and
behind your ears..."

   "Oh...MY!" Courtney stage-whispered into the phone.

   "If my age is going to be a problem...perhaps we should deal
with that now. But I'd much rather tell you what I'm going to do
with you the first time we're alone and free from interruptions."

   "Oh, God....tell me, please!"

   "Well, first...we'd dance to some slow music, to really get in
tune with each other's body. I'm about a foot taller than you, so
in heels, your head will be just high enough to rest on my
shoulder. I want to feel your body next to mine, through our
clothes, the gentle, pleasing weight of your breasts pressing
against my chest as we sway to the music.

   "I want to drop my hands to your incredible ass and feel you
through the material of your skirt. A short, tight skirt that makes
your legs look like they reach all the way up to your armpits. I
want to lower my head and gently brush the hair away from your ears
so I can get at that sensitive part where your neck and shoulder
meet, so I can taste it with tip of my tongue, and gently, oh, so
gently, suck at it. Not hard enough to leave a mark...but enough to
let you know that I want you."

   "Mmmmmm, don't stop," Courtney whispered.

   "I want to pull away for a long, slow instant, to see your
incredibly deep eyes locking with mine. I want to watch your mouth
open slightly, in this little surprised 'o', so that I can move in
and taste the heat and warmth of your lips against mine. I want to
feel your fingers suddenely clutching at my shoulders as the kiss
intensifies and wettens.

   "I want to kiss that throbbing vein in your neck, the one that
tells me that you're as scared as I am about fucking this up..."

   "And then?" she fairly screamed. "THEN what?"

   A sudden evil thought popped into my head. "I'll tell you the
rest...when we can be alone." And I hung up the phone.

   I sat up for about an hour, waiting for the phone to ring. It
didn't so just before I turned the light off, I called her back. If
one of the kids answered, I'd just disconnect.

   She answered. "Hello?"

   "I just wanted you to know," I said softly, "that you're the
last thing I'm thinking about before I go to sleep."

   And I hung up again.

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    The phone woke me at about seven.

   "Hello?"

   "I just wanted you to know," Courtney said, "that you were the
first thing I thought about when I woke up." The phone went dead in
my ear, and with a smile, I replaced the reciever and rose to greet
the new day. It was a work day...a Friday, and I knew that Don was
leaving for Florida. .. for three entire weeks. And I also knew
that Scott and Kathy, Courtney's children, were leaving for summer
camp for a month. Courtney did not know that I knew this.

   Leverage. God, how I loved it.

   And then, as always, she turned the tables on me. I was sitting
behind my desk, smugly thinking of ways to tease and please her,
when Courtney walked into my office. She smiled at me, leaned over
and planted a quick peck on my lips, enough of a taste of her to
make my cock start throbbing immediately.

   "I've been thinking about you all morning," she said. "I've been
so incredibly wet thinking about you touching and stroking and
kissing me that I just have to give you these..." And then I
noticed that she was holding something in her hand, something small
and silky. It was her panties, little black lace things. The crotch
panel was stained with her juices. She dropped them into my lap and
turned to leave, stopping at the door to say one last thing over
her shoulder to me.

   "Just think about the fact that I'm not wearing any underwear
under this skirt...for the rest of the day."

   She smiled, waved a little wave at me, and then vanished back to
her own office. Looking down at my lap, I rubbed my finger across
the moist crotch of her panties, and raised the finger to my nose.
She smelled like ambrosia, like strawberries in a soft summer wind.
I kept those panties in my lap for the rest of the afternoon,
letting them drape across my thumping cock. If anyone came in and
asked me to stand, I'd be in a shitload of trouble, but I didn't
care.

   At five-ten, my intercom buzzed. I picked it up.

   "Daniel Byrne," I answered.

   "Regent Plaza. Room 1402. Seven thirty. Don't be late." And then
there was nothing.

   Ohmygod.

                              -3-

            "License my hands and let
                   them  go
            Before, behind, between, above
                   below."
                           -John Donne

   The door to 1402 was closed, and I'd been standing in front of
it for about ten minutes. I was thinking about my own experience,
or more to the point, my own lack of experience with the fairer
sex. No virgin I, but it could not be said by any <stretch> of the
imagination that I was a 'stud.' The word just did not apply to a
24 year-old computer whiz from the East Coast who had three dates
in High School. My first sexual experience was with an older woman,
a 21-year old counselor at a camp I attended when I was fifteen.
And that, I later learned, was what women called a Mercy Fuck.

   Well...it's now or never, I thought, and raised my hand to
knock. At that moment, the door opened.

   "Ten minutes," Courtney said with a smile in her voice. "Until
you raised your hand, I didn't think you were going to make it." I
felt myself blush to the roots of my hair, and I wished immediately
for a chasm to open up in the floor and swallow me whole. Instead,
Courtney reached a hand into the hall and dragged me inside.

   She shut the door behind her, and then we were in each other's
arms. Her body melded itself to mine, and though she was teetering
on her high heels, I felt consumed with that first kiss. It lasted
for at least a minute, a tangling of tongues in both mouths, and
exchange of fluid, that first, delicious, illicit contact sending
sparks through us both.

   We seperated, and I took a moment to look her over. She was
wearing a short, tight black skirt that hugged her tight little
ass, dark stockings (not seamed, and not fishnet, but probably a
little more respectable, considering that she <did> have to walk
through the lobby...) Her blouse was dark blue, almost royal blue,
and was made out of satin or some other shiny material. Identifying
women's clothing by name has never been a skill of mine, but make
no mistake; I know what I like. And this, I liked!

   "You look...spectacular," was all I could say. She batted her
eyes at me and giggled. It was a wonderful sound.

   "And you," she said, raising a hand to my face, gently stroking
my cheek with her fingernails. "You look so handsome." I looked
down at myself, at the jacket and tie I'd worn to work that day,
and my slightly scuffed shoes. "This old thing? I just threw it
on!" She laughed at my feeble joke, and took my hand, leading me
inside. The room she'd rented was actually a suite, with a sitting
room, a small 'living' room, and a door that presumably led to the
bedroom.

   There was a room-service cart parked in the sitting room next to
the couch, and I spied a bottle of champagne peeking out of a
silver ice bucket. Shit. I hate that stuff. Makes my nose tingle.

   "Why don't you pour me some?" she said, indicating the bottle.
"I want to freshen up a little." I smiled at her, and bent to the
task, twisting the little wire cage off of the bottle as I watched
her walk towards the bathroom. Her hips had an extra little wiggle
in them, and knowing it was for me made my own stomach do a little
flip.

   And then I noticed that in the bottom of the ice bucket were
three ice-cold bottles of beer. Beer she had obviously ordered for
me.

   I poured the champagne, and then a beer into a stout, iced mug
that I found on the tray. I took them to the couch and sat.
Courtney appeared a moment later, and stopped at a wall switch to
dim the lights before joining me on the couch. She tucked her legs
underneath her and held out her hand for the glass I offered.

   We sipped and stared at each other, neither one of us saying
anything.

   Finally, from her: "This is insane."

   My free hand was toying with her hair, lightly scratching the
skin on the back of her neck. "I know," I said, and then added,
"but I also know that if we don't make love here tonight, I'll
probably explode."

   "You want me <that> much?" she asked. Silently, I nodded. "Why?"
she asked. "I can understand my feelings for you; you're young and
handsome and so...sexy!" I blushed at her words, but only because
I didn't believe her. I was never 'sexy' to anyone.

   I started moving towards her, gently approaching with my head
titled. We kissed, softly, and then backed away, rubbing noses. I
kissed the tip of her nose. "I think, " I whispered, "that you are
the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life." A small, grateful
smile appeared on Courtney's face as her hand came around to
carress my cheek.

   "You dear sweet man," she said. And then her mouth was on mine
again, hungrily sucking at me. Her hands clutched at my jacket,
working it off my shoulders and down my arms. Once discarded, her
hands went back to work, loosening my tie, and then seperating the
buttons on my shirt. When the first button went, her face dropped
to my chest, exploring and tasting the exposed skin with her lips,
mouth and tongue. Her touch was electric and wet and hot and moist,
and I wanted it to never end. Her hands were busily working to get
my shirt off, and then she was pulling the tail out, and working
the shirt down my arms. She tossed it over with the jacket. Her
hands were all over my chest, tracing the outlines of my pectorals,
toying with my nipples as she took me in.

   "God, you're perfect," she said. "So young...so strong." Our
mouths came together again, and I lost myself in her moist heat,
sucking at the lightly probing tip of her tongue. My hands went
around her back and started working the buttons of her blouse
slowly, one at a time. My hands invaded the blouse from the back,
spanning the smooth, warm skin of her back, feeling the strap of
her bra. The blouse came off slowly, tantalizingly... Her bra was
sheer and tiny, barely supporting the substantial weight of her
breasts. Her nipples were hard, pushing against the soft material.

   "You're so beautiful," I whispered. "So soft and so sexy." And
again we collided at the mouth as my hands easily worked the bra
fastener. It came away in my hands, and I slipped the straps off
her shoulders, and followed them down to the cups. As slowly as
possible I removed the cups from her breasts, and tossed the bra
aside, returning my hands to gently cup and weigh her tits.
Exercise, or perhaps a visit to the body shop, had kept her breasts
firm and soft to my touch. They were warm and slightly moist with
sweat, and I felt the hard nubbins of her nipples graze my palms as
I spanned her chestflesh with my hands. I tightened my grip just a
little, and felt Courtney gasp into my mouth.

   Her hand strayed to my crotch, and she traced the outline of my
cock through my pants. "Is that all for me?" she asked.

   Nodding, I said, "All for you. Whenever you want it. "

   "Oh god, Dan," Courtney whispered urgently, "please do come
inside me!" Her hands frantically worked my belt and trousers open
and down. My erect cock was poking at my jockeys, and she could see
how hot and hard I was for her, how much I wanted her touch.

   Lowering her head, Courtney blew hot streams of breath across my
cotton-covered cock, and I felt the goosebumps rise on my legs and
arms. Her tiny little hands worked my shorts down and off, and then
my erect, angry cock was bobbing and staring her right in the face.

   "It's so beautiful," she said. "So hard and thick." Notice that
she didn't say <long>. That's because even when I'm at my most
aroused state, my tumescent little tiger measures a subaverage 5
inches. I'd never had any complaints about it's performance,
though, so I don't worry about it.

   And then Courtney's incredibly hot, wet mouth was closing around
the head of my cock, and she was gently bobbing, taking more and
more of me with each stroke. My own hands were filled with her
breasts, and as the animal passion of our attraction took over, the
gentle lovemaking went out the window, replaced instead with two
hot, sweaty bodies grasping at each other, struggling towards the
first ultimate release of passion between us.

   Courtney's hands were in my crotch, two fingers around the base
of my cock, the other hand gently working my balls. The sounds
coming from my crotch were loud and slurpy and very exciting. A
woman old enough to be my mother was between my legs, eagerly
suckling at my cock, making me feel like I was going to blow my
load any second.

   Sensing this, Courtney backed off for a moment. Standing, she
then kneeled before me, using a hand on each knee to spread me
thighs to give her more room to operate. It was comical, because I
still had my shoes and socks on.

   I quickly got rid of those and settled back into the couch as
Courtney again dipped her head to take my cock into her mouth. In
this position, we locked gazes as she slowly worked my erect member
in and out of her soft, wet mouth. Twirling her tongue around the
tip, Courtney applied more suction than a vaccum cleaner, and I had
to resort to doing multiplication tables in my head so as not to
cum.

   But in the end, it was fruitless, and the orgasm was made that
much more special because I was staring into her depthless brown
eyes when I climaxed. Her own eyes closed with pleasure as I
spurted my cum across her wildly licking tongue. Courtney kept her
mouth around my cock until I was spent (but still hard...ah,
youth!) and then slowly raised her face. She crawled up into my lap
and smiled at me with dreamy, heavy-lidded eyes. She lowered her
mouth for a kiss, and I noticed a bit of my own cum in the corner
of her mouth. And when we kissed, I could taste myself in her and
on her, and it drove me crazy. I seached her mouth with my tongue,
looking for more of my essence to share with her. She sensed this,
and our kiss extended and lengthened.

   My hands were on her legs, working their way under her skirt.
She started to shift to take it off and I stayed her with my hands.
"Leave it on...please..." Agreeing silently, she settled back into
my arms as I worked a hand up between her thighs.

   I stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs, slowly working my
way to her molten core. My hands grazed the edge of her mons
through the panties, and she gasped into my mouth, her hands
clutching at my shoulders.

   I lifted her off my lap and set her in the postion I'd been in
recently. Putting her arms over her head and stretching, Courtney
scooted her ass to the edge of the couch and spread her legs
wantonly wide. I knelt before her and started at her knees, kissing
my way up. The skirt wasn't so tight as to restrict my movements,
but I moved it out of the way anyway.

   Her panties were black silk, and I could see a wet spot the
diameter of a beer can in the center. She was hot and aroused and
I could smell her passion from her knees. My face grazed her crotch
once, and I gave a single, thrilling lick with my tongue, tasting
her tangy juices in my mouth.

   "Oh Jesus!" she said, grabbing my head with her hands and
forcing my face against her swampy panties. I sucked and slurped
and licked at her through the material, and she started bucking her
cunt up to meet my mouth.

   "..take them off," she whispered,"...oh, God, please take them
off!" I reached to her waist and fairly tore the panties off,
taking a half in each hand, and then burying my mouth and face into
her now-naked cunt. Her hair was sparse and dark black, like the
hair on her head. Her cunt looked wonderful, and tasted better. She
tasted like sweat and summer strawberries, and I licked at her like
a desert- crawler finding an oasis.

   She shuddered through three quick cums, and then pushed me away.
"Time for the main event," she said with a smile, took my hand and
led me to the bedroom.

                                 -4-

            "That which we call sin in others
            is experiment for us."
                   -R.W. Emerson
                    American essayist, poet, philisopher


           "Toute ƒme est une melodie q£il s'agit de
            renouer."
             (Translation: Every soul is a melody which
             needs renewing.)

                     - St‚phane Mallarm‚
                       French Symbolist Poet

   The bed was already turned down. Courtney sat on it and drew me
to her, resting her head on my stomach. Her hands were gently
tracing my buttocks as I stood before her, my cock lightly rubbing
against her chin.

   "You dear, sweet man," she whispered. "Do you even <know> how
excited I am for you right now? Do you have any <idea> how much I
want to feel you inside me, inside my body?"

   Gently caressing the soft skin of her cheeks, I replied : "I
imagine about as much as I want to be inside you, my love. Now lean
back, and let me taste you again." Eagerly, smiling, Courtney fell
back on the bed and splayed her thighs wide. Her hands went to work
on her own tits, testing and cupping their weight in her hands,
eager thumbs working on her erect nipples. I could see the wet
evidence of her arousal surrounding her hole.

   Starting at her feet, I slowly kissed every inch of her toes,
ankles and calves. As I slowly kissed and licked my way up her
body, my hands continued to stroke and caress her skin, find little
spots that gave Courtney pleasure and added to her arousal.

   As I crossed the midway point of her knees, her breathing
deepened. "My God, my husband would never even think of doing this
to me," she whispered.

   "A little lacking in the loving department, huh?" I joked.

   "He's just from the old school." She quoted him bitterly,
mimicking, "Ya gotta get it up to get it to get it on to get it
off."

   I was gently sucking at the tender skin of her inner thigh,
being careful not to leave a telltale mark. I raised my head and
locked eyes with her. "Wham bam, thank you, Ma'am?" I asked.

   She nodded. "You know it."

   "Well...you've come to the right place, then." And I resumed my
slow, teasing, agonizing licking and kissing until I was again face
to muff with her cunt. The scent of her almost overwhelming arousal
filled my nostrils. It was an almost palpable physical presence,
and I took a moment to savor the effect I'd had on this woman.

   And then I dropped my face into her crotch and lightly bit her
clit. The effect was instantaneous and climactic. She lurched
upright in bed, bending from the middle as though doing a situp,
and dug her hands into my head, forcing my mouth and face against
her incredibly wet and juicy crack. I started long, thrilling licks
from top to bottom, alternating with teasing tongue stabs past her
lips and into her hole. I could feel the walls of her incredibly
slick cunt snapping and closing around my tongue, trying to keep my
wriggling mouth-snake inside of her body.

   For almost twenty minutes Courtney rode my face like a cowgirl,
screeching through one climax after another. When I finally pushed
myself away, I glanced over at the mirror and had to grin: My face
looked like a glazed doughnut.

   Courtney pulled my face to hers, and she started licking her own
juice off of my face. I found this to be highly erotic, and our
kisses mounted in passion as I lowered my full weight on top of
her.

   "I love this," she said simply. "I love feeling your body next
to mine." We started rubbing against each other, and I could feel
my cock slithering between her lips lengthwise, pointed at the
mattress. Her fat, greasy cunt lips rubbed along the sides of me,
and I wanted so much to just ramfuck her into the mattress. Perhaps
later, I thought. Right now, she wanted gentle and soothing and
giving.

   I leaned back and gently spread her legs a little wider,
watching as her slick crack opened for me. Her hole was winking at
me, and looking up at Courtney, I could see that she was biting her
bottom lip, waiting for my penetration.

   I rubbed myself along her wetness, getting ready. The head of my
almost-purble cock penetrated her slowly, inch by inch, and she
suddenely gasped.

   "My God..you're so thick!" Well, that did a lot to boost the 'ol
ego, and I used my weight to slowly drive the entire five inches
inside her with a single slow push. The air in Courtney's lungs
exited with a long exhale that matched my penetration, and then I
was flat against her chest, buried to the roots in her spasaming
cunt.

   She was as warm as hot, slippery honey, and I wanted to stay
buried in her pussy for the rest of my life. Her long, slim legs
came around my waist and her heels started beating against my butt.

   "Slowly, " she whispered. "Please make this last as long as you
can." Smiling, I began stroking gently and slowly, wanting to
please her and make it last. Our bodies joined and seperated, our
loins slapping gently together as we rode the waves of pleasure.
After about fifteen minutes, I pulled her over on top of me and let
her set the pace as I played with her tits and pulled her face to
mine for a kiss. She was grounding herself against me on each
downstroke, mashing her clit against my body. Her cunt would spasm
tightly around me, and I would groan and think about batting
averages so as not to cum. Her incredibly tight, wet cunt was
slowly, inoxerably miliking the jizz out of nuts, and I wanted
nothing more than to spray her insides with my cum.

   After half an hour of fucking, I was shaking with my need to
cum. It was time to become a little bit more forceful. I laid
Courtney down on her back again, and lifted her legs onto my
shoulders, and then leaned foward, spreading the lips of her still-
clutching cunt with my cock. I started pounding into her, listening
to her whimper and moan with each thrust.

   "F-f-f-f-uck me" she stuttered, "h-h-h-harder." I really started
slamming against her, again and again, and then I knew I was a
moment away from blasting my jizz. I buried myself in Courtney's
cunt, clutched her asscheeks in my hands, and blew my load. Huge
pumping streams of my cream poured from my cock, filling her so
completely that it started to back out and ooze from her slit,
covering the both of us with a mixture of our juices. I collapsed
on top of her, feeling the comforting weight of her tits crushed
against my chest. We kissed softly, gently as her cunt milked my of
my last drops.

   "That was wonderful," she whispered. "Just like I imagined.
Better, in some ways."

   "You ain't seen nothing yet," I promised, as I kissed my way
softly down her body and then slowly and carefully licked the
mixture of my cum and her honey out of her swampy, used slot. "Oh
my God!" she screamed, against thrusting her crotch against my
face.

   "Three weeks," I said. "We have three weeks. Three entire weeks
to fuck and suck and learn all we can about each other."

   "Mmmm," Courtney moaned. "When you're done there... oh god!
Right there!...I have something I want to give you. Something I've
never given anyone before."

   "What?"

   "My asshole."