One Last Kiss

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One Last KissYears ago, before I was married the first time, I had a great respect for the institution of marriage. I searched far and wide for the one woman I could bind myself to for life, but with little success. Ironically, about the time I turned thirty,I became acquainted with a woman who thought I was just the One for her, but for whom I felt little attraction in return.Cindy was not a beauty. She was about 5’7″ or so, with rather wide shoulders, for a girl, smallish breasts and a developing spare tire around her waist. Her hips were narrowish, but she had long, slender legs and a nicely shaped little butt. She wore her rusty-brown hair short and up-swept. Generally she looked better in casual clothes, she looked more awkward in dresses, although maybe that was due to the styles she chose.But it was not her looks that put me off. While she was a good-hearted young woman, and eager to please, she didn’t have much personality and I don’t think she had read anything longer than a newspaper article since she had graduated from high school 10 years earlier. She was a nice girl. but I couldn’t see spending the rest of my life with her, or with her being the mother of my c***dren.Cindy and I went out on formal dates several times(she asked me), but I just wasn’t feeling it and tried to tell her so. If I had had any other romantic prospects, I would have dated them so as not to give Cindy any hope, but I had none. She got to tracking me down around town on weekend nights when I had been out and around, to “talk” with me. On one such occasion she caught me in a weak moment: I had had a few drinks and I was extremely horny. We ended up on a picnic table in the park making out, sucking face in a frenzied way. I got her shirt off and was sucking her nipples, her big erect nipples when she started squeezing my crotch. I unbuttoned her jeans and got my hand down her pants, gently rubbing her wet vulva. She moaned softly as I stroked her red hot pussy. “Would you like me to kiss you there?” I asked, She merely moaned a throaty “Mm-mmm”, which I took as an affirmative. I got her jeans and panties off, laying her back on the table, I sat on the bench and made a meal of her hot, wet vulva. She had probably five orgasms, the last one very intense and noisy. I was afraid her barely stifled screams would attract attention in the dark park. When she caught her breath she got my pants down around my ankles and was stroking my hard cock and gently squeezing my balls. “Want to suck me?” I asked. She did, but it was clear she was not all that familiar with the process of fellatio. With some coaching from me, she got the job done. “Gawd! That stuff’s salty”. she exclaimed after she’d noisily swallowed my load. After that, we’d find each other around town every couple of weeks and end up going down on each other. She made it clear from the beginning that she was a virgin, and aydın escort was “saving herself for marriage”. Evidently having my cock in her mouth and my face between her legs didn’t count against her virtue. And this was several years before anyone had heard of Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. Her fellatio technique improved and she learned to swallow every drop of my cum. There were several occasions when I felt pretty sure I could have pushed the issue and got my dick into her, but I was also sure that once I had fucked her, she would expect me to marry her whether she was pregnant or not. That was something I really wanted to avoid at that point.It went on that way for about eighteen months or so, and while I enjoyed being blown, I felt I was leading her on in a way, letting her suck my dick and licking her hot pussy til she came. Eventually I started avoiding her, and when I couldn’t, tried to tell her it just wouldn’t work out. The message must have gotten through, for I didn’t see her around for a couple of months, and then heard around town she was dating a guy “pretty seriously”. That let me off the hook, but I still missed her, too, in a way.About a year later, I was in in one of the bars around town one Saturday night, when I ran into her again. I had been out with some buddies but had had only one beer. Somehow, my buddies had taken off for some greener pastures without remembering to take me along. I was in the process of figuring out which would be easier: Calling someone to come and fetch me at eleven-thirty Saturday night; or walking four miles home. It was at this point I became aware of Cindy.She had evidently been partying with some girl friends in the next saloon and had come into the one I was in when those girl friends had bugged out for somewhere else. Unlike me, Cindy had had more than one beer. We exchanged pleasantries and then she asked me “Did you know I’m getting married in two weeks?” I had known she was getting married, but didn’t know the exact date; I hadn’t been invited. Which I supposed, was understandable. I wasn’t offended. We talked a bit more and somewhere along the way I told her I had been left behind. “I could give you a ride home”, she offered, and that seemed like the best offer I was likely to get.We got into her car and away we went. Cindy was more or less in control of her car, but I wasn’t feeling too safe. We made it the four miles to my place with no problems, and I got out and thanked her. “Are you sure you’ll be all right the rest of the way?” I asked. She lived another five miles or so down the road.She hesitated. “I think I could use a cup of coffee”, she said. That seemed like a good idea. so we went in and I loaded up and started my coffee maker. “Do you want something to eat?” I asked. Cindy, who had been watching with interest, shook her head. I was standing with my back balıkesir escort against the kitchen counter when she came up and pressed herself solidly against me. “I’m getting married in two weeks, so I think we should say our goodbyes now, she announced, as she pressed her mouth against mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I could taste the Amoretto she had been drinking earlier. She unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed her face in the hair on my chest. “I just can’t get over how hairy you are”, she said. Then she started rubbing and squeezing my crotch. “Want to go in the front room,” I asked, seeing how things were developing.. “Mmm-hmm,” she replied. Sitting down on my couch, she put her hands behind her head and spread her slender legs wide, letting me see how the crotch of her tight jeans outlined her fleshy vulva. She wasn’t so maidenly virtuous tonight, I thought.I kelt down on the floor between her legs and kissed the crotch of her jeans before I started taking them off of her. She sat there, bare-assed on my couch, and grinning, spread her legs wide, showing me that magnificent vulva of hers, the thick, hairy outer labia parted just a bit to partially reveal her pink inner labia. She gasped as I gently spread her vulva with my fingers and began to lick. First, the outer labia, then the inner, slowly closing in on her erect clit. I inserted my right middle finger into her hot, wet vagina and began searching for her G spot. I soon found it and she began rocking and rolling on the couchShe soon began to moan and twitch, reaching a climax within minutes of my starting to lick; soon, she had another orgasm, and another, all withing a few minutes. Her vulva was now dripping with her juices.She was really hot! I was completely aroused by now and I thought my erection would tear through my pants. I got my pants off and approached the sofa. Cindy lay down lengthways on it and spread her legs again. This time I would mount her.I got on the couch and got my arms under her knees, pushing them back to he shoulders. She let out a cry of surprise and maybe discomfort as I got my rock hard cock into her, completely penetrating and filling her vagina with one quick, powerful thrust. I began giving her all I had, knowing I wouldn’t last too long, I was so horny. She was now moaning loudly and bucking underneath me, soon having a couple of orgasms of her own I banged he for probably ten minutes before I ejaculated, pumping my hot semen deeply into her.I lay on top of her, spent, for several minutes, catching my breath before I rolled off. The coffee was ready and I got her a cup. She drank it appreciatively, and commented, “Boy you got a big ol’ cock I feel kind of stretched.”As she drank, I reached down between her legs and began stroking her pussy again. Her vulva was wet, dripping with our mingled juices. She set down the coffee escort bayan cup and began to rock, twitch and moan as I stroked. I had her lie on the floor and I straddled her chest, putting my cock in her mouth, while reaching behind me to continue stroking her vulva. My cock was once again rock hard and I mounted her once more.. The first time had taken the edge off and I was in control of myself now. I fucked her hard for at least half an hour, varying the speed and depth of my strokes, bringing her to climax four more times before I had my own almost painfully intense orgasm.We lay there panting, and I almost fell asleep, but the floor was hard and uncomfortable, so I suggested moving into my bedroom. When I turned on the light in my bedroom, I could see my sperm running down the inside of Cindy’s thigh. I got a little bit on the tip of my finger and put it to her lips. Somewhat to my surprise, she licked it off. “Those big balls of yours must have been full” she commented. It struck me just then that with her comments about my hairy chest, my big ol’ cock and big balls, that she was probably comparing me with her fiance, so I guessed that she had let him deflower her. But she was comparing me favorably, it seemed.We lay on my bed and talked a bit and dozed a little and kissed and petted and after a while I began feeling a bit horny again. I knelt straddling her chest again and let her suck me some more while I fingered her. After a while I was once again erect and I got her turned over and onto her knees and mounted her doggy style. This time I banged her as fast and hard as I could, my belly making a regular slapping sound against her round little ass. Cindy had yet another orgasm, even more intense than previously, and I hoped the neighbors wouldn’t her her screaming, but even after what seemed like an hour I couldn’t reach climax. I got off and got the vaseline from the bathroom and lubed up my cock and Cindy’s tight little butthole. “What are you doing?” she asked. I thought it was obvious, but I replied, “I’m going to make love to your butt”.Gently spreading her anus open with my fingers, I got my feet under me and squatted down to enter her butthole. She groaned as I penetrated, but I got about half my shaft before she tightened her sphincter around my cock. This was an intense sensation that brought me quickly to another intense orgasm.After that, I felt completely spent, and in fact, I slept most of the next day. Looking back thirty years from the perspective of middle age, it seems almost incredible that I could fuck a woman that many times in the space of a couple hours, but I did.After we’d caught our breath, Cindy started getting restless. I think she was starting to sober up and having second thoughts about how we’d spent those couple hours. Anyway, she got dressed and I kissed her the last time at my back door. “Good night” she said, and I told her to be careful on the way home.Two weeks later Cindy got married and it was years before I talked to her again. She and her husband had a daughter about eight and a half months after they were married, so I heard. A bit premature, I suppose. But I’ve always wondered.

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