Chapter 54: Darling

“Hello, darling.”

I blinked twice, scarcely able to believe what my eyes were seeing. Zofi stood on my doorstep looking like she’d just stepped off the pages of a high-end fashion magazine, wearing a black spaghetti-strap minidress with an extremely short hemline that showed off her long, long legs. The top was cut straight across her chest and her shoulders were left bare, but long black sleeves covered her delicate arms and half of her hands, connecting to the sides of her dress just beneath her armpits.

She wore a white pearl necklace and had pinned her hair in a fancy do-up, exposing her graceful neck bracketed on each side with dangling earrings that tinkled like wind chimes whenever she moved her head. And as I stood there, stupefied by her unexpected arrival, she slowly removed her oversized black sunglasses and coyly bit the tip of one of the temples.

“Oh my treasure... mój skarbie...” I breathed, my eyes wide open and my jaw on the floor.

Zofi giggled, evidently quite pleased with my reaction. She winked at me and then sauntered forward, brushing right past me and into the house, which brought me a whiff of her aromatic perfume, just a tease of her sweet scent that evaporated far too quickly and left me hungering for more.

Still caught by surprise, I merely turned to continue gawking at her as the willowy, blue-eyed brunette sashayed down the hallway with all the grace of a runway model. Humming a half-familiar melody as she glided forth, she turned at the end of the hall and started ascending the stairs without a backwards glance. And I belatedly scrambled to close the door and start following after her.

Zofi was already at the top of the stairs by the time I got to the bottom and looked up at her. Her hand was still on the railing, and she swirled her fingertips around the knob at the railing’s apex. Her fingertips came to a halt at the very top, and she paused her forward movement, facing away from me with her legs spread shoulder width apart.

After slipping her fingers beneath the hem of her dress, she rather slowly and deliberately dragged the sheer material upwards, gradually exposing inch after inch of firm, creamy buttcheeks. Between the two shapely hemispheres I saw nothing, not even the strap of a thong. And after giving me another coy look over her shoulder and a wink, the luxuriously beautiful brunette smiled and then sauntered into my bedroom.

I took the stairs two at a time.

Halfway up, I slipped and banged my knee hard on one of the steps. Still, I scrambled the rest of the way on all fours, not even feeling the impact, and then stumbled down the hall before bursting through my open bedroom door.

Zofi had draped herself along the edge of my bed, belly-down with the back of her dress still tugged halfway up the gentle curve of her well-sculpted dancer’s booty. Her long, lithe legs were bent at the knees with her ankles crossed together, her strappy black stiletto heels waving in the air. Her right elbow was planted so that she could cradle her right cheek in her palm. Her left forearm lay across the bed, although she presently raised her hand and pivoted it so that she could bite down on her thumbnail and grin at me.

“Hello, darling,” she repeated, just as sweetly as before. But then her eyes sharpened as she rather deliberately lowered and then raised her gaze, drinking in all of me from head to toe. And when she spoke again, her voice was a purr as she intoned softly, “Please take your clothes off.”

I blinked and then grinned a happy grin. Don’t get me wrong, I was quite pleased to see Zofi for the first time since before the start of school, and I wanted to talk to her and find out firsthand all the little details of her life since then. But she was soooo effin’ sexy and beautiful in this moment that the idea we could go straight to the sex part had me feeling like a schoolboy told on Christmas Eve that he could open up all of his presents early.

My jeans hit the floor.

Good thing I wasn’t wearing shoes anymore – getting undressed was that much easier for it. Not that removing one’s shoes takes much time as long as you remember the correct order of operations to getting naked. But as it was, I’d ripped both my sweater and t-shirt over my head and tossed them aside while dancing around trying to free my feet from the legs of my jeans at the same time. I failed miserably in my attempt to multitask, however, getting tripped up trying to snake my right foot through the bunched up denim, and then quite literally getting tripped up.

My ass hit the floor.

“Are you alright?” Zofi asked, pushing her chest up off the bed in her alarm.

“Nothing hurt but my pride,” I muttered from the floor as I gave her a helpless shrug. But I grinned and kept my focus on more important matters, now using both hands to free my feet from my jeans before standing up. And last but certainly not least, I yanked my boxers down to my ankles and then deftly stepped out of them to stand up proud and erect.

My posture was upright as well.

Zofi giggled as she eyed the tumescent purple rod that saluted her at an inclined angle. Further pushing herself off the mattress, she pivoted in place to drop her feet to the floor and slipped down to her knees. I expected her to lean forward and start sucking my dick, but instead she merely raised her left index finger in a “come hither” gesture, lightly petting the underside of my shaft like it was a cat’s chin.

“Hello, my little friend,” she greeted my erection. “Did you miss me?”

My dick spasmed slightly in answer, which made her giggle again.

Zofi stood back up and then sat down on the edge of the mattress, reclining and running her eyes up and down my naked body. With a silly little grin, she raised her left index finger back into the air and then spun it around in a wide circle: the universal gesture for me to turn around.

I chuckled and slowly rotated in place, spreading my arms out to the sides with my palms up so as not to impede her view of my torso.

“Mmm...” Zofi breathed admiringly, which made me tighten my abdominals and thrust my chest forward. When I was facing away from her, I clenched my glutes, and she giggled again in response. “You have a great ass, Matty.

“Why thank you, mój skarbie,” I replied with a grin over my shoulder.

I kept myself pointed ass-backwards to her for a few extra beats, letting her continue to admire my “great ass”. And when no further instructions came, I continued my slow turn to face her.

“Your abs are just sick,” Zofi murmured approvingly. “You had pretty good abs back in high school, but now?”

“Fucking improves muscle tone,” I replied lightly, crunching down to show off my six-pack.

“And your pecs and your arms and ... mmm...”

“You sound awfully thirsty for a supposed lesbian,” I remarked with a wink.

“My heart may be for other women, but I can still recognize a well-built man when I see one.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You’re the only well-built man I’ll ever want to see.”

“That’s an even better compliment.” After completing a full 360, I stopped and planted my hands on my hips, still flexing whatever I had to flex. Even my dick twitched a little.

Zofi licked her lips lasciviously. She was panting softly as she stood up and ogled my naked form quite obviously. She was still trying to play it cool and maintain her air of ethereal gracefulness, but I could hear the barely restrained eagerness in her voice as she asked, “Do you remember promising to give me a baby when the time comes?”

“How could I possibly forget?”

“Would you like to come practice with me right now?”

“Hell fucking yeah.”

Zofi’s delicate serenity cracked as she suddenly broke into something between a seizure and a dance, her delighted giggles lighting up the room. Oh, if only she would show a little enthusiasm.

And then I tackled her across my bed.

“Matty ... Matty ... Matty...” Zofi breathed in rhythmic harmony to the steady in-and-out plunging of my thick prick through the tight confines of her rarely used vaginal canal, my name an aphrodisiac for both of us. “My darling Matty...”

“Zofi ... Zofi ... Zofi...” I groaned in kind. “Mój skarbie ... My treasure...”

I was completely naked after my little striptease, but Zofi was still wearing her clothes, jewelry, and stiletto heels. Her minidress hem had been bunched up around her waist to give me access to repeatedly drive my big dick deep into her almost virginally constricted canal. The front of her dress had also been pulled down, with both breasts popped free of her lacy black bra so that I could nibble on her nipples. And there was a dark spot forming on her neck just above her pearl necklace where I’d rather possessively laid claim to the buxom brunette.

But that hickey remained the most I’d been willing to risk marring my beloved Zofi’s perfect beauty. I didn’t pound her flat into my mattress nor bang our loins together with the percussive force of a taiko drum. Unlike some of the other girls who reveled in my domination of their bodies in the bedroom, Zofi had always preferred more tender lovemaking. And even now there was a rather languorous sensuality to the slow and steady beat of our horizontal lambada.

Let me start from the beginning.

We’d begun with passionate kisses, at first with me on top while Zofi mewled beneath me, enfolding my naked body with all four limbs. I let my hands go roaming, my paws grabbing meaty handfuls of her ass. And when my questing fingers confirmed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, I quickly slid off of her to the side so that I could slip just my right hand into her open thigh-gap and start rubbing her little love button.

Zofi squeaked into our liplock and kissed me a little harder. Within a minute I switched from clit-rubbing to finger-plunging. And after adding a second finger, I twisted my hand palm-up and started curling my fingers to directly manipulate her g-spot.

Two minutes later, while I was busy sucking on her neck to give her that hickey, Zofi shivered and came.

My cock was a rigid tree trunk that felt like it was on fire, and the only way to quench the burn would be to drive it deep within my darling Zofi’s pussy. But when she came down from her orgasmic high and I slipped myself between her open legs to get myself lined up, she broke her mouth away from mine and murmured, “We’re not there yet, darling.”

I whined like a schoolboy holding a Christmas present in his hands being told that he’d have to wait until after grandma arrived to unwrap it.

Zofi giggled and pecked my nose. “I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” And then she gently but firmly pushed up on my shoulders to get me to roll off of her.

I flopped over onto my back, and she gave me a coy look while licking her lower lip. Sensing what was about to happen, I got super-excited and slid myself back a bit so that my head could be properly propped up by my pillows and I could have a better view.

Zofi’s dangling earrings chimed as she slipped between my legs and propped herself up on her elbows. I was in awe of her exquisitely perfect face as she beamed up at me, her blue eyes bright and sparkling. And then she turned her gaze downward at the rigid rod rising up right in front of her face.

She slid her left hand forward, almost delicately wrapping her fingers around my tumescent tool. She pumped her hand up and down a few times experimentally, as if she had to remember how to do it, varying the pressure of her grip. Eventually, she found one that held my shaft snugly without impeding her ability to smoothly glide up and down. And then she bent down to extend her long, agile tongue and take a swirling lick around my mushroom head.

I shivered and involuntarily thrust upward, my prickhead briefly parting her lips. She reflexively jerked back out of reach and then glanced up at me, giggling while I shot her a look of apology. And then she somewhat tentatively bent down again, this time prepared for my sudden upward surge.

But I didn’t thrust up this time, instead managing to maintain my cool. Zofi pumped my prick a couple of times and then simply held my shaft while opening her mouth to slowly suck in the head. And with her pretty face and perfect cheekbones looking even more beautiful than ever with her mouth stretched wide around my meat, she smiled in delight at the rapturous expression on my face.

“Oh gawd I love you...” I groaned, and I meant every word. It wasn’t exactly romantic love and I had no expectations of us ever getting married. But I felt it in my heart without a single shred of doubt, and not only because she was giving me a blowjob.

I loved Zofi.

I always would.

And she would always love me.

Her warm feelings of heartfelt affection flowed through her every action as she continued her unhurried manner of making love to my dick. She never once tried to deep-throat me. Rather than bang her head back and forth, she kept her left hand pumping my shaft while her mouth worked my mushroom head and the top few inches of my dick. She licked and suckled like my cock was a large clitoris, and I especially loved the way she’d hold my tip inside her mouth with gentle suction while sensuously licking my knob.

And those awesome earrings kept tinkling all the while.

But her leisurely way of orally ... playing ... with my prick never quite got me ready to burst. As long as she was enjoying herself, I was happy to let her continue enjoying herself. But after a while she pulled off my prick and sort of worked her jaw around a bit, rubbing her chin and cheek with a grimace that told me she was getting a little sore.

“Sorry, I’m not really used to doing that.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” I told her. “I loved every second of it.”

“But I want to make you cum.”

“There are lots of ways you can help me do that.”

“I wanted to make you cum with my mouth,” she complained with a pout. Pursing her lips and furrowing her eyebrows, she thought for a moment and then looked up at me. “Wanna try fucking my face? I know you love skullfucking Sam.”

I blinked and immediately found myself shaking my head. “It’s a little violent. I can’t really see myself holding your head and ... just ... no.”

“I’m a big girl, not a delicate flower. It’s not like I can’t take it.”

I winced and asked, “Please?”

Zofi smiled, sat up, and tugged down the front of her dress. “You can fuck my boobs and finish in my mouth.”

I blinked twice, a very clear image popping into my head in vivid technicolor. “Um... yeah...”

Zofi grinned and rolled over onto her back, propping her head up on the pillow beside me and taking care to draw down the cups of her lacy bra out of the way to fully expose her beautiful breasts capped with pretty pink nipples.

“Oh hell yeah.” I was quick to roll over onto my side, but rather than get up to straddle her chest, I ducked my head down to slobber all over Zofi’s perfect mammaries, motorboat myself in her valley, and nip at her nipples with compressed lips.

She giggled and cradled my head to her bosom, stroking my hair and sighing dreamily as if she could imagine our baby - our baby – suckling at her teats.

And THEN I got up to straddle her chest.

Zofi took matters into her own hands (literally) by grabbing hold of my prick and laying it into the warm crevice between her boobs. She then mashed her own big breasts around my cock to form a tunnel of titflesh, holding them together while I grabbed the top of the headboard and began making short stabbing motions.

I alternated watching with rapturous delight at the otherworldly sight of my stiff schlong sawing back and forth between her bountiful boobs and the smile on her perfect face. She alternated watching the otherworldly sight of my stiff schlong sawing back and forth between her bountiful boobs and looked up at my rapturously delighted face. And in the moments when we were both looking at each other’s face, I felt a warm flush of giddy happiness inside that made me want to break out into something between a seizure and a dance.

“Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh...” I grunted as I pumped my prick through her valley of mammary love.

“Like that, my darling? Like to feel my tits wrapped around your big dick? My only big dick. The only dick that will ever get to enjoy this special feeling. It’s all for you, my darling. I want to make you feel good with my body. That’s how much I love you. That’s how much I’ll always love you. It’s all for you.”

“Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh...”

“Are you gonna cum for me, darling? I want to taste it; I want to taste your essence. I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’ve forgotten what you taste like. Nothing in the world would make me happier right now than to feel you feeding me. I wanna taste you again. Cum for me, my darling. Push deep into my mouth and cum for me.”

“Nnnngh!” I groaned, closing my eyes momentarily as her words soaked into my brain, spurring me to push a little harder and thrust a little deeper through her cleavage. “Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!”

“I wanna taste you, darling! Please? Open my mouth and shove your big dick through my lips and fill me with all your creamy cum. I want to swallow every drop! I want to savor every bit of your baby-making seed!”

“Nngh! Nngh! Nngh! Nngh!”

“Yes, darling! That’s it! You’re almost there! I can almost taste it already! Yes! Yes! Yes! A little more! Cum for me, darling! Cum, darling, cum!”

“Rrrraaaarrrrgggghhhh!” I abruptly let go of the headboard and reached down to seize Zofi’s head. She opened her mouth in anticipation and grabbed my asscheeks in her hands, her fingernails digging into my flesh. And within seconds I speared my swollen schlong between her lips and started thrusting at a pell-mell pace.

“NNGH-NNGH-NNGH-NNGH-NNGH!”

I didn’t mean to skullfuck her. I really didn’t. But some primal part of me had taken hold and I couldn’t control myself any longer as I started rapidly pumping my prick. I didn’t skewer her throat exactly, although my prickhead probably probed her gag reflex a few times. She stared up at me with watering blue eyes as I thundered down the final stretch, gripping my asscheeks hard enough for her fingernails to leave red marks. And then at last I made three final thrusts before the floodgates opened to unleash hell.

“NNNNGGGGHHHH! NNNNGGGGHHHH! NNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

Zofi jerked as that final thrust pushed past her gag reflex, my cockhead lancing her throat. The first shot of sperm sprayed straight down into her stomach, but she managed to keep from choking long enough for me to pull back out since I was still instinctively pumping.

The second shot splattered against the roof of her mouth, and she reflexively swallowed my load. With my hands still gripping her skull, she was helpless to pull away. But even though her eyes were watering and her lungs must be screaming for oxygen, she held on tight and drank down every last drop I had to give her.

“NNNNGGGGHHHH! NNNNGGGGHHHH! NNnngggghhhh...”

And then I let go of her head while slumping against the headboard, gasping for breath.

Zofi was gasping for breath as well, and she started coughing. The sound of my mój skarbie in anguish rapidly washed away my post-ejaculatory bliss, and I quickly bent down while simultaneously lifting my naked ass off of her chest so that she could breathe, exclaiming, “I’m so sorry!”

But Zofi was already laughing, shaking her head and staring up at me with twinkling eyes. “Ohmigawd! Now I remember! Your cum tastes horrible!”

I blinked twice. “Um, what?”

She kept laughing and shaking her head. “Yep. I gotta remember this one. Matty’s cum tastes bad.”

I frowned. “I can’t remember you ever complaining about it before.”

Zofi laughed. “I suppose I didn’t really think about it too much back then. I knew I never liked the taste, and I certainly never really understood Belle’s obsession with slurping up as much of your semen as she could. I think I put up with the taste because I was having fun. I licked it off of Sam’s face and tits because I got to lick Sam’s face and tits. I snowballed with Belle to make her happy. And I loved the look on your face whenever I swallowed your sperm or went down on one of the girls after you’d cum inside her. But the taste itself? Umm ... no. Not my thing.”

I mused on that and waggled my head. “Duly noted.”

Zofi crooked a finger to me. “But will you still kiss me even though I’ve got your yucky sperm in my mouth?”

I grinned, dropped back down over her, and cradled my darling Zofi’s head in my hands. “Anything is worth getting to kiss you as often as humanly possible.”

And then we kissed.

I reclined against my headboard with several pillows propping up my lower back. Zofi lay cradled within the crook of my left arm, her head pillowed on my chest and the fingernails of her left hand lightly scratching my belly.

My mind was blank in the aftermath of such an incredible ejaculation, and for a while the pair of us relaxed in companionable silence. It was only when she took a deeper breath and adjusted her position to raise her left knee over my legs and sort of half-crawl a little higher onto my chest so that she could gently set her chin down on my pectoral and stare at me face-to-face that I summoned up enough energy to tilt my head forward and smile back at her.

“So how is it that you’re here with me this afternoon?” I asked. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Neevie arranged this, of course. Your girlfriend has the best ideas.”

“Of course she does. Let me guess: she realized all of the girls in my life were leaving Berkeley at the same time and figured--”

“--and figured having the one NBG you haven’t seen in a long, long time would be the perfect way to make it up to you.”

“How long do I get to keep you?”

“All weekend.”

“All weekend? Really?!?” I asked in surprise, but there was no mistaking the eager excitement in my voice. “Wait, are we still doing the BTC get-together tomorrow?”