[The first part is a memoir; the rest is lustful wishful thinking.]

With more than 2000 students in my college, I expected only 1% to be special. Even if half were females, 100 should be beauties. I only ever saw six total who were extraordinary beauties. I wanted to date and eat those six and a few runners-up. Two wore far too much makeup and were too pampered. I gave up on the one who wanted to be a flight attendant and worshiped. What a shame. We became friendly after that, since I wasn’t a threat to her plans, just another peon worshiper. The other beauty, I dated and wrote about, was Alicia in my Ali and Me series.

Carol was too aloof, maybe too picky, to deal with. I was still shy and pushing myself to befriend and hang with the elite. All these hot women said they wanted a reliable, good guy, but they only dated the bad boys who were risky and fun. That wasn’t me.

I found one extraordinary petite beauty, Reeta, who was down-to-earth, personable, friendly, relaxed, and approachable. All wonderful traits for a long-term relationship. Though gregarious, she always seemed just a bit flirty, yet had an innocent air that I yearned to corrupt.

Pushing myself, I flirted and challenged her as I fell under her spell. Her bright blond hair balanced her brilliant smile, while her petite nose supported the iridescent light beams from her sparkling light blue eyes. All those components assembled nicely into a classically defined image of perfect beauty. Why would she ever want to date me?

Somehow, her slim body drew admiration despite being flat-chested. I like the symmetry of slightly bigger than proportional mounds crowned with thick, tall, and tasty nipples. For lovely Reeta, a B or C cup would be ideal. Her shapely legs, pert butt, narrow waist, and flared hips met the requirements of The Science of Beauty documentary that I would not see for ten more years. Long before I knew of the golden triangle, my gut told me she was exceptional. For a long while, it was enough just to be near her, just knowing she knew me and enjoyed being near me despite my teasing her about being Lovely Reeta meeta maid.

One day, despite my heart racing and my blood pressure skyrocketing, I casually asked her out — on a real date. She accepted. Flattered, I played it cool, but she knew.

It was Summer; the days were long. I wanted to catch a sunset with her, so I met her early and nearly blew the date at her door in Queens. It was two steps up, so I waited on the sidewalk. When she opened her door, my eyes were at chest level. She was in a light blue, patterned, short dress with a surprising low-cut top. Expecting her to hide her flat chest, instead, two, small, half-exposed mounds, A cups, greeted me. Before my brain could restrain me, I stared wide-eyed and actually blurted, “Where did those come from? I mean, you look great.” Stupid, stupid me! I could see her reconsidering the date. Her brilliant smile dimmed for a moment, then recovered.

Wanting to impress her, I took her to a gourmet French restaurant in Manhattan. Between parking and the meals, that was a financial strain for a student. We chose to sit on the same side of the table. She was eternally effervescent, giddy, and so beautiful.

We ordered French Onion soup as an appetizer. They arrived still bubbling hot — much too hot to eat. After a few seconds of quiet nervousness, I faced her and said, “Listen. While we wait...” I leaned in; she leaned in, and our lips met for the first time. For a second, her soft lips pressed mine. A second later, her muscular tongue raided my mouth and wiggled around mine — quickly. My eyes opened and bulged; hers were closed. As she wrestled my tongue, she beat it round-for-round to a TKO. I couldn’t keep up. My thoughts drained as my heart raced.

I don’t recall eating dinner. Yet I do recall stealing more kisses from my heart throb. My next memory is holding her hand as I drove us to the North tip of Manhattan, to Fort Tryon Park. Shifting gears in my sports car became a challenge when I refused to release her hand. We shifted with both our hands. She ignored her short skirt resting near the top of her sexy thighs.

Just in time in the park, we walked to a wall overlooking a city canyon to watch the sun set over the Hudson River far below us. We seemed to be above some clouds, which added white streaks to the bright marmalade sky. I had my back to the sunset with Reeta facing it between my legs, her arms on my shoulders, her tiny mounds just inches from my face. She gasped, “That is so beautiful. Look.”

Holding her hips and staring at her, I said, “Yes. I’m already looking.” My smile as I looked into her eyes made a surprise laugh escape her. She knew I meant it. We kissed, watched the sun dim, then vanish, and kissed again under a dimmer moon. Our tongues met again, but more restrained and less athletic. My cock grew with our passion. My hands slid up the back of her toned legs, under her short skirt, and over her panties. When she leaned into me, I slipped under her panties and tenderly cupped her firm little ass. She smiled.

With our breaths racing, I began to slide around to the front of her panties when I saw several creepy, suspicious characters hunched over, moving like apes coming out of the dark toward us. They broke my play; we decided to leave quickly.

I had the top up to minimize disrupting her tucked-up coiffure, but my windows were in the trunk. The wind kept her skirt blowing at her seat belt level, exposing all of her thighs, and her snug white panties with tiny blue animals. Still smiling, she ignored the sexy exposure. I caught a whiff of her arousal from the stirring sunset. Accepting that she wasn’t the innocent ingenue, I put her hand on my thigh; she casually rubbed its full length. My heart pounded as I fully stroked her bare thigh to her panties. She sighed.

For better or worse, my cock swelled down my left leg. As I pet across her panties, I asked, “Are you feeling daring?” She squeezed my thigh and nodded. “Hand me your panties.” Her eyes bulged, yet she never lost her smile. “I dare you.”

Without a word, she released her seat belt, lifted her cute ass, and wiggled her panties off. She handed them to me with a smirk. As I inhaled their intoxicating aroma, she hooked her seat belt with her skirt caught under it. Even with her knees together, her golden nest made my heart skip. I licked her damp gusset. Somehow still smiling, her jaw dropped. I offered her a taste of her panties. With them under her nose, she stared at me and said, “I never imagined you would be so kinky.” Then, she licked and sucked her elixir from her panties. I said I couldn’t imagine she was either. We drove in silence, her hand finding my cock, my hand in her silky nest.

While crossing the Brooklyn Bridge, she spread her legs for me and asked where we were going. As I found and pet her clit, I gasped, “Where we can stare at the stars in peace, even in the city.” As I felt her clit some out of hiding, she closed her eyes and took slow, deep breaths. This paragon of beauty finally lost her smile and succumbed to my touch. As we arrived at Brighton Beach, I stopped caressing her. Blushing, she moaned as I edged her. She spread one knee toward me, let her damp pussy gape, and beg for my touch.

Instead, I said, “Let’s really get daring. Let’s leave all our clothes here and go lie on the beach. We’re far from the East end of the boardwalk — no lights, no people.” I took off my shirt. She stared for a long moment, then turned and offered her halter-type hook behind her neck. I released it and slid her dress to her feet. She stepped out of it and her shoes. I released the tight, strapless, miracle bra that put A cups on her flat chest. It sprang off, leaving her naked on the street. Her tiny mounds vanished, abandoning tall, dense nipples behind.

I pulled her against me and rolled her nipples between my fingers. A deep moan escaped her. “Harder,” she said. “Pinch them harder.” When I did, she hissed, sighed, and moaned. She moved my right hand to her saluting clit. I alternated circling her clit and pinching her tit. In seconds, she shivered and squealed. “Yessssssss,” she hissed. My heart swelled with pride as she cycled through her climax.

She turned and kissed me with passion, then undid my slacks. Feeling my tenting cock, she smiled and said, “Did I do THHHAT?” She helped me step out of my shoes and clothes. My stiff eight inches, with the prepuce pulled back, slapped her face. She giggled, then kissed my cock. I never expected our first date to get this far. Pulling me closer by my cheeks, she wrapped her tongue around my stiffness, then stood up. “Fair is fair. Where are we?”

“Coney Island,” I said, then I packed our clothes in the trunk and extracted a large beach towel. Using my cock and a hip thrust to point another hundred feet from the boardwalk, I said, “Let’s go over there, behind that berm.” I took her hand, and we walked naked, looking both ways for any intruders. We laid out the towel and lay in one of the few silent places in the city. Staring into the cloudless night sky, she pointed out constellations. Even if we were clothed, I’d rather stare at her beauty under the bright silvery moonlight. We kissed often.

No fan of boyish figures, her extremely girlish and succulent nipples were pleasantly fulfilling. The ocean first absorbed her moans, then echoed them. She slowly stroked my aching cock. As she bent over me, she said, “I feel a pleasant obligation to do this after teasing you so much.” She lapped my bishop and frenulum, then, while staring in my eyes, swallowed me whole. In just two gulps she had me deep in her throat. As if the intense heat and pressure weren’t enough, she began to hum. By her fourth note, I grunted and sang out with multiple thrusts. She easily swallowed what didn’t go directly into her belly. “Better? Now you can last much longer for both our pleasures.” She sucked and lapped my cock clean.

After finding my breath, I moved between her toned legs and rested her knees on my shoulders. Her swollen pussy opened for me. First, I fulfilled my recurring dream of eating her. Pushing her knees to her flat chest exposed from her anus to her clit. Her blond muff looked silvery blue in the moonlight. My cock throbbed as I bent and licked her rear to front. Even her puckered hole tasted of wild pheromone.

Her beautiful pussy smelled of vanilla and tasted of Meade. While my cock waited impatiently, I lapped her elixir and fingered her snug pussy to extract more juices and arouse her to another orgasm. Between rocking her G spot and rolling her clit, she soon screamed her orgasm on the silent beach. I kissed her and enjoyed her licking her own juice off my face and tongue.

As she moaned, my persistent cock found its warm target. We kissed with abandon as mini me slipped his bishop into her wet sex pot. We both moaned at the heat and pressure. Without thought, my hips angled and thrust, sending my cock slowly, but fully into her. My heart throb clenched my cock inside her. Rubbing her clit, she whispered she was on the pill, and I should cum inside her.

With that encouragement, I began slowly circling my hips so my cock drew small circles inside her soaked pussy. That pattern rubbed her lower clit and tapped her G spot while I circled her little man and retracted the hood. She clenched each time I touched her G. That made me speed up and thrust deeper. “Aren’t. You. Glad. I. Made. You. Cum. Earlier?” She was right. Emptying my balls made me last much longer, but I reached my limit. My cheeks clenched, my hips thrust, and my balls unloaded as she climaxed with me. “Oh. That was great,” she said. As we caught our breaths with deep gasps, a flashlight swept near us. “Oh oh. We have company.”

We clung to each other, my cock still inside her. The light’s circular beam stopped on us. A female cop stopped next to us and she swept her light along our naked bodies. She looked between our legs. “Are you still inside her? Unplug now, and stand up.” We stood in her light and tried to cover our naughty bits. “Hands at your sides.” My cock began to grow again; Ree’s pussy began to leak my cum. “It’s obvious what you’re doing here. Why shouldn’t I arrest you?”

I argued we were just star gazing like Wicans, star clad. There’s no “public” here to see us and we aren’t harming anyone or anything. Taking in the cop’s lusty stares, Ree dared ask if there was something she could do for her. Officer Pam shone her light on Ree’s leaking pussy and glistening pubes. Ree then said, “Maybe you can join us? If you don’t call it in, no one but us will ever know.” Pam licked her lips. She stared at my cock and thought I bet I can find a use for both of them.

Ree moved to the six-foot cop and started to unbutton her navy top. They pulled off her vest and undershirt. As Ree removed her bra and set her DD cups free, her thick nipples grew taller. I dropped her belt and undid her slacks. As I helped her out of her shoes and slacks, Ree reached in and removed her cup, then slid her briefs off. Finally naked with us, I invited her to lie down and enjoy the stars with us. She did — for a moment.

Ree and I lay on each side of her. Pam held my cock and wiped my cum from Ree’s pussy. Surprising us, she licked my cum off her fingers. “I love a warm cream pie,” she volunteered. Ree agreed! Though Pam started on her knees between Ree’s legs and lapped her pussy and my cum, she soon turned about and fed her wet pussy to Ree as Pam fingered her to extract more cum. My cock demanded more of each pussy. I rolled them so Pam was on the bottom.

Moving to Pam’s face/Ree’s pussy, I fed Pam my sloppy cock. She sucked it clean. “Let me help with the cream pie,” I said. As I again fed Reeta’s golden pussy my cock, Pam licked it as it slid in and out of Ree. Displaced cum dripped into Pam’s mouth, and she moaned. She gently squeezed my balls as she fingered Ree’s clit.

At the other end, Ree split open the stranger’s pussy and pushed her athletic tongue inside. Pam leaked her cum in and around Rees’s mouth. “I don’t know what you’re doing to my pussy, young lady. But keep it up.” When Ree added the cop’s clit to her tour, Pam gasped and climaxed, releasing a slow flood of her cum on Ree.

As Pam came on Ree, she vibrated my cock, making me tickle Ree’s clit and flood her pussy with fresh cum. Most of it shot out into Pam’s mouth as I displaced it. Pam licked Ree’s puckered hole with my cum. Ree moaned and relaxed her rear hole. Pam revived my shrinking cock and directed it against Ree’s flowering rear. Holding her cheeks apart, she licked my cock as it began to penetrate Reeta, who moaned without resistance. I was soon fully in her ass and slamming against her cheeks. When Ree began to gasp and clench me, I filled her ass and she shuddered in climax. Pam lapped my cock and drank my cum as it found its way out.

As Pam ate my cum leaking from both holes, she said, “Now do me. My ass. Not my pussy.” I understood and knew that Ree’s holes were off limits until I sanitized my cock. But my mouth was free to eat any of the six holes. When I moved to Ree’s cum covered face, she was grinning under Pam’s pussy. I kissed her, licked some Pam juice from her, and fingered Pam’s pussy. Soon I had two fingers and my tongue in Pam’s dripping pussy. When I added her clit to my contacts, she convulsed and squirted on me and Ree. We drank her tasty juice, then rolled apart.

All gasping and dripping, we sucked air and gawked at the stars. Pam said, “This is really nice, and peaceful, and orgasmic. You guys cum here often?” We exchanged numbers. As Pam dressed, she said, “Be sure to leave here by daybreak. I don’t want to have to explain any of this. Reeta, you sure are beautiful.” In uniform, she bent and licked her pussy, then my cock before leaving.

We stayed to watch the sun rise with its array of colors. In full sunlight, Ree’s pussy gleamed its golden halo around her perfect pussy.

Back in college, I met my friend Ken and beamed how great my date with Reeta was. He said, “Doesn’t she have the strongest and fastest tongue?” I stared at him. “And the tastiest pussy?”

We said together, “You fucked her too?” That was the last we shared about her. Though her interest in me seemed to fade. There were some exciting moments.

We met in the student lounge once when she was in a corner, bent over a table writing something. Her short skirt nearly exposed her panties. When I moved against her cute ass and held her hips, she didn’t turn around, not knowing or caring who claimed her. I had to assume she had many admiring lovers. As she stood and I pinched her nipple, I said, “I dare you to hand me your panties.” Ken moved near us to watch. Ever smiling, Ree lifted her skirt to her waist and slowly dropped her panties exposing her golden pussy to Ken and a friend. I held her skirt up and fingered her pussy as they watched. My heart throb was not as innocent as she appeared. I loved it.

The End

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