Chapter 2

As I led my dream girl down the hallway I listened to her. In the quiet of my house, I could hear everything as if it was amplified. I heard the click-click of her heels as she walked. I heard her breathing increase the closer we got to the bedroom, I could hear her heart (or maybe it was my own?) beating rapidly with the excitement of what was to come.

At last, we reached the door to my bedroom. I opened the door with a click that sounded like a gunshot to me but she didn’t seem to notice. Once we stepped inside I shut the door behind us and led her over to the bed.

“So Mr. Taylor, now that you have me in your ‘den of iniquity’, whatever will you do with me?”

She smiled a smile that brightened the room despite the fact that the lights were already on. I reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt. But as soon as I started, she stepped forward putting her hand over mine.

“Please ... let me do it. After all, you got to unwrap your present – it’s only fair I get to play too!”

I lowered my hands and she began unbuttoning my shirt. She unfastened each button carefully and slowly taking her time and enjoying the process. When my shirt was finally completely unbuttoned, she reached into the opening and ran her hands over my chest.

Now I’m no musclebound weightlifter – I will never be a Lou Ferrigno or Arnold Schwarzenegger. But I did go to the gym and work out a couple of times a week and I was in pretty good shape. I was on my high school’s football team and we worked out at least three times a week during football season and I had to stay in shape during the off-season as well if I wanted to play the next year. And I guess hitting the gym carried over into my post-high school life as well.

Whatever the reason, Eve appreciated the efforts I had gone to in order to stay in shape.

“Ooh, Peter! Mmm, I love a man who takes care of himself. David used to when we first got married, then he let himself go. Well except for lately. He’s gone back to the gym ... but for her, not for me.”

Right then I took her by the shoulders and looked her square in the eyes. “Okay Eve, Rule Number One: we don’t talk about David, his secretary, or anything to do with them. You and I are here because we both want this. Everything outside this room, stays outside this room, got it?”

She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Yes Peter, I’d like that very much.”

With my shirt off now, Eve knelt down on the floor to work on my pants. I watch as her trembling fingers worked to get my belt unbuckled and my pants unfastened. After a moment or two of struggling with them, she unzipped the zipper and looked up at me for direction. I smiled and nodded and she pulled my pants down to my ankles so I could step out of them.

Eve carefully folded my pants and laid them neatly aside, then turned her attention back to my crotch. With only my boxers on now, the bulge that had gotten her attention earlier was now more pronounced and visible. She knelt there biting her fingernail as if wondering to herself if she should or not.

“Go ahead, Eve, you can touch it.”

She glanced up at me when I spoke and then she reached out to touch it gingerly. After that first initial touch, she stroked the bulge and traced its outline in my underwear. As she was running her finger along the underside, it twitched and she jumped back startled.

“It’s okay, Eve, he likes you. He likes what you are doing.”

She looked up at me again with a blush back on her cheeks. “I-I like him too.”

“Don’t tell me, tell him. And you could give him a kiss too if you wanted.”

“I like you too, Mr. Cock,” she said, giving it a kiss on the tip. Then, feeling more adventurous, she kissed her way down the length of my shaft and nuzzled into it, taking a deep breath and smelling my scent.

“Okay, now take off my underwear so you can meet face to face.”

She reached up and took hold of the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down slowly. The tip of my cock came into her view and she licked her lips. She continued pulling my shorts down and more of me came to light.

As my full size was finally revealed, Eve gasped. “Oh, Peter! Oh, I could tell you were big, but I never realized!”

I pushed her gently backward a couple of steps until the bed mattress caught her behind the knees and she fell backward onto it. I moved up over her and kissed her again. Then I moved lower to gaze, up close, at her perfect tits.

Eve watched as I lowered my head towards her ripe tits. I licked one hard bud, letting my tongue circle the meaty bud and then drag across the tip. Eve moaned as she watched me tease her sensitive nipple.

I licked and sucked and chewed on first one nipple then the other as Eve squirmed and moaned under me. She arched her back and pushed her magnificent tits into my mouth, trying to stuff them in as far as they would go. I used my hands to paw and maul what didn’t get shoved into my mouth as I feasted on her soft, creamy mother’s meat.

After I had spent some “quality time” munching on the delicacies upstairs, I decided it was time to see what was going on downstairs. I could tell by the urgency and desperation in her moans that Eve was good and warmed up an observation confirmed by the tempting scent coming from her dripping pussy. That wet spot I had noticed earlier had grown considerably by now and I was eager to investigate the source of this apparent, and aromatic, leakage.

I pushed her legs apart and took up residence kneeling between them. My face was mere inches away from heaven as I inhaled her sweet fragrance, my mouth watering.

How many times had I dreamt of just such a scenario? How many late-night fantasies had Eve and I right here in my bedroom with me about to make this wondrous creature mine?

Stop it, Peter! You’re gonna blow a nut before you ever get a chance to fuck your dream girl! I thought. I regained what little composure I still had and focused on the job at hand. I lowered my face into her crotch and took a long slow lick of the wet spot in her panties with the flat of my tongue. I pressed hard enough that she could feel me lick her.

I guess the idea that I would lick her sopping panties while she still wore them was exciting to her, because she moaned quite loudly, reaching down to grab my head and push me into her harder. As she pushed my head down, she raised her hips higher and I slipped my hands under her ass to grab those tight cheeks through the filmy cloth.

“Oh Peter, please! Please take my panties off and lick me! Please, I haven’t had anyone eat me in so long! David won’t do it anymore, and I miss it soo much! Please, please eat my pussy, Peter! Please!”

How could I refuse such a request? I took hold of her skimpy panties and pulled them slowly down. I felt like a child opening a Christmas present as the source of my most erotic and sexual fantasies came slowly into view. I watched as the sticky fabric clung to her pussy, a sign of the sticky sweetness waiting inside for me.

When her slit was uncovered, a warm blast of her aroma hit my nostrils at full potency and I relished the musky-sweet smell. I have always loved the smell of a woman in lust and Eve was the best I had ever experienced.

“Eve, your shaved!” The sight of her bald pussy made my cock jump.

“Yeah, David said he liked it shaved like this. Or at least he did when he paid attention to it. I guess I still shave it as a habit now though.”

“Well I like it shaved too ... and what did I tell you about talking about him here?”

“Oops, sorry.”

“If you do it again young lady, I will turn you over my knee and give you a sound spanking on that bare ass!”

“Oh, God! Oh please! I love being spanked!”

I was learning all sorts of things about my dream girl!

I pulled her soaked panties down over her hips and down her long, lean shapely legs. I hung her panties over the knob on the corner of the footboard and Eve giggled seeing her underwear on display like that.

“Now let’s see if you taste as good as you smell!”

I lowered my face again, this time over her bare, uncovered pussy. As my mouth closed over her pussy lips and my tongue dove in between them and down her honey hole, she squealed in delight.

“OH, FUCK PETER! OH YES, YES!”

Once again her hands flew to the back of my head pushing in a desperate attempt to shove my whole head into her neglected pussy. Her hips bucked upwards as if to help in the endeavor and her legs splayed further open to ease the access.

Truth be told there’s no place I would rather have been than inside her warm wet baby hole and, had I had a shrink-ray, I would have gladly shrunk myself to fit. But I had to settle for shoving my tongue as deep into her as I could, all the while wishing I was that member of the rock band KISS with the exceptionally long tongue!

Eve writhed and twisted and squirmed under me, but I held her tightly. I’d had a lot of experience holding down women while I devoured them – I do love eating a juicy pussy! And the women who I have feasted on seem to like me doing it, at least I’ve had no complaints so far!

Eve coached me and encouraged me with her moans and whimpers, sometimes using words when she could to guide me and spur me on. I paid attention to what worked and what didn’t – I wanted to learn this woman and remember this occasion, just in case this was the last time I was given such an opportunity.

I had only been eating her out for a couple of minutes at the most when she announced, rather adamantly, her impending orgasm.

“Oh God, Peter! I’m going to cum! Oh please make me cum Peter! Please, please, please make me cum!”

Of course, I was going to make her cum, her pleading aside. That was my goal, after all, to give her the most pleasure I could possibly give her while I had the chance. I wanted her to know how I had felt about her and how much I had wanted to do this for a long, long time.

I stopped what I was doing for a moment and raised my face to look up at her.

“You’d better find something to hang on to.”

It was an audacious, boastful thing to say, I’ll admit, but it served my purpose. She moaned aloud and grabbed fistfuls of the sheet as I returned to her pussy.

I had learned a trick that always seemed to get the girl off and I used it on her now. As I licked her pussy and clit, I slipped the two middle fingers of my hand under my chin, palm up, and curled them up under her pubic bone to rub her g-spot as I fingerfucked her. I continued to lick her clit as I did and all the sensations and stimulations pushed Eve right over the edge almost as soon as I had started.

“OHHH, FUUUCKK, PEEETEERR!”

Eve began pitching and rolling and bucking as her orgasm overwhelmed her, taking control of her body and making her look like she was laying on a live electrical wire. She arched her back, holding herself up like that despite the trembling and shaking strain. Then she fell back onto the bed, trying to push me away from her hypersensitized pussy.

But I continued licking and fingerfucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out agonizingly long for her. She poured out a fresh supply of her sweet honey as fast as I could lick it up, not wanting a single drop to go to waste.

After the first spurts were finished I pulled away, but not too far – I only wanted her to refill her pussy for another blast. She lay there gulping in breaths of air and when I figured her squirter was replenished, I went back for another round.

This time it didn’t take near as long before she was once again in the throes of a wrenching orgasm. She emptied herself once more and I licked up her fresh juice. Letting her rest a moment I went back for one last taste before letting her recuperate. I crawled up and scooped my weary, sweat-covered Eve into my arms and softly rocked her back to earth.