My Affairs With My Co Worker

I leaped out of bed, showered, drove to the park, picked her up and we went and grabbed breakfast. Then we high-tailed it back to my place. Today she was wearing a tight little blouse and a pair of white shorts, and tennis shoes. Damn, though, she looked sexy, the girl could look sexy in a grocery sack. She just had it, that special something. She looked good enough to eat. We laid around and watched Saturday morning TV, which was a disappointment. She finally got a little frisky, and rolled over into my lap. "Now!" she said, and I bent down. Let it begin, I thought, let it begin. My only fear was my daughter showing up unexpectedly. She had learned, from a few embarrassments in the past, to call first, for fear of this very thing... that a girl might be over here. Of course, she'd never expect the girl to be a pre-teen. And I didn't want her to find that out.
She had already notified me I'd be watching the girl that evening, but that was hours away. I locked the storm door, just in case, and promised myself to make sure our clothes were laid out for easy access, if clothes happened to come off, today. And, the clothes did come off. I took my shirt off first, and she giggled and ran her hands through my chest hair. I ran my hands over her chest, and she finally slowly unbuttoned the blouse and took it off. Once again, the sight of her pink nipples just knocked me out. My mouth started watering. She giggled, and I grabbed her, and pulled her against me, rubbing her against my hairy chest. She shrieked, and giggled some more. I literally felt her nipple rub against mine, at one point, and I about lost it. Finally there was nothing left to do, nowhere left to go. "Darlin'," I said, laying her down across my lap, "lovely lady," I stopped and kissed her, "may I suck," kiss, "on your beautiful," kiss, "little boobs ?" Kiss kiss kiss. She laughed, and I felt her relax beneath me. "I guess," she said, and smiled up at me. I slowly bent my head to her body. My lips touched her. She was simply exquisite. I sucked the fatness of her nipple in my mouth, and just about swooned. Once again, I tasted her body. It was incredible. I won't kill a hundred paragraphs trying to describe the sweetness of sucking on her puffy tit nipples. I could go on and on. It was fantastic, out of this world. I could, like I said, literally taste her body.

It was sweet and sexy. Her nipples were hard little puffy ridges of flesh, in my mouth. I scraped my teeth across them, and she moaned. I laughed, and sucked, hard, and she moaned again. I sucked and sucked and sucked, until I knew blood had flooded them, and they were more sensitive than shit, then I swirled my tongue around them and scraped them again with my teeth. I felt her whole body tremble beneath me. I rolled, putting her on bottom. I crouched over her, my knees on the floor, and made love to her nipples with my mouth. I wondered if she could cum, just from my fucking around with her nipples. I swear I think she could. They seemed very sensitive.

I licked to the middle of her chest, and went down. Her belly button was a work of art, a deep indention in her stomach, with a little bud of flesh at the bottom. I licked it, and gnawed on her flat stomach, as best I could. Her stomach was so buff I could see the plates of muscle on her midsection. Her skin was almost vacuum-molded to the muscles beneath. I know you're getting tired of this word, but it was incredible. Her shorts stopped me, though. I sighed, and crawled back up her body. I wrapped my arms around her, putting my hand on the back of her head, and pulled her close, her head beside mine. "Darlin'..." I breathed in her ear, and she wiggled beneath me. I breathed my hot breath into her ear again. "Darlin'," I said. "I don't want to upset you. I don't want to ever do anything you don't want me to. I don't want you to ever feel nervous, or afraid, when you're over here." "I never have..." she whispered. "Angel... if you feel the slightest hesitation, please say no... but, can I take your shorts off?" She didn't pause an instant, to my pleasure. "Don..." she whispered, "you don't have to ask." I sighed, and slid back down. She lifted her ass off the couch, and I unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them down. Aha, I thought... just as I suspected... once again, she was wearing no panties.

Damn, I thought, at least one of these times, I'd like to have a pair of her panties for my collection. I'd have to ask her about that. She lay back, and spread her legs. I nestled inbetween them, carefully not looking down. I wanted to savor the moment, and I tried to mentally prepare myself for the next step. The next big jump. The thing I wanted most, in the world. "Darlin'," I said, looking up at her. "Once again, I don't want..." "Don," she interrupted, looking slightly annoyed. "I said, you don't have to ask!" I understood. I took a deep breath, and surveyed the beauty before me. She had a wonderful little cunt, two plump little lips, and a cute girlie clit that peeked out the top. Her little mons was nice and fat, and smooth as a baby's butt. None of that distracting undergrowth. Her pussy was gapped open slightly, from her legs being spread so wide. I could see some dusty white stuff, probably salt, in the crease of her legs. I hungered to taste it. I grabbed her legs right beneath her knees, and lifted them in the air. Her little ass rose, and I got to see her cute little asshole.

God, her asshole was beautiful, not just simply cute. It was a little slice of puckered heaven. I leaned in, and drew a heavy breath in through my nostrils. Good grief, she smelled good, she smelled like pussy and ass and sex, wet, steamy, grimy sex all rolled into one. Just her smell made my hard dick harder. I slowly extended my tongue, getting prepared, and felt that almost painful taste sensation in my jaws that precludes tasting something really strong or really good. I touched her body with the tip of my tongue, a fraction of an inch below her clit. Okay, I could go on and on here. But time is limited. It wasn't that day, thankfully, hell, it wasn't even ten o'clock yet.

Theoretically, I had eight or nine more hours to do this shit, to eat her pussy. I spent the first hour just licking. And she was heavenly, just positively divine. I cannot go on enough about that. Her taste was unreal, out of this world, incredible, all the tired old words I've used a few dozen times so far in this story. She was simply amazing. I had to wonder if she'd had a bath last night, she was so tasty. Maybe nothing since the splash pad yesterday morning. And that probably didn't get in here very well, where my tongue was going. She tasted unlike anything I've ever tasted. Big girls taste good. I've tasted some pretty goddam tasty girls, over the years. One twenty something years ago that really stands out, one with remarkable similarities to Lilibeth. Maybe she tasted this good, too much time has passed to remember. But this little girl tasted good. She was alternately stroking my hair, and playing with my ears as I did all this. I finally stopped fucking around, and bore down hard on her clit. I could feel the rubbery little bud of flesh on the tip of my tongue, and I alternately smashed it into her body and sucked it out, hard. She twitched and her whole body jerked, when I did that. I sucked and smashed, and sucked and smashed, and within minutes, she came, sharp and hard. Her legs closed on my head, and I could feel the chill bumps on them, once again. I ran my hands up and down her legs, loving the strong muscular feel of them. She gasped and sighed and hiccuped. "I told you we'd do that again," I said, and she laughed. "You can do that any time you want," she said, sighing again. I laughed, and my tongue wandered down into the crease of her leg. It was great, nice and salty, maybe with a little sand mixed in.

I slurped and gulped and licked, eating her up. I finally flipped her over, laying her on her stomach, and once again readied myself for the experience of a lifetime. I spread her ass cheeks apart with my fingers, and bowed before my god. Her ass was, to use a tired old phrase, incredible. It had a strong taste, stronger than her pussy, but that's to be expected. It goes with the territory. But it was sexy, off the scale. She had a taste to die for. I licked up her crack, and then down. Then I smashed my tongue right in the middle. Target acquired. I tried to ram my tongue into her body like I had my finger, but my tongue simply wasn't strong enough. She had a great pucker factor. Just feeling the little ridges of her puckered sweetness almost had me creaming in my shorts. I will waste no more time, describing her sweet asshole. Suffice it to say, once again, yes, it was incredible.

I had heard her giggle when my tongue first touched her asshole, and I wondered what she thought. I wondered if she'd ever heard of this being done, before. I'd ask her, later. I hoped she realized I loved her, this much. I loved her enough to lick her where her turds came from. I realized the almost frightening intensity with which I loved her. Was anything off limits, what I'd do for her? Hardly. I finally licked and sucked and loved on her ass cheeks, loving the feel of them, beneath my tongue and fingers. She had the cutest little bubble-but in the world. I buried my hands in her ass cheeks, and just squeezed. She giggled and squirmed, and I licked her asshole again.
Gawd it is worth dying for.