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Part 39


Chris approached the bed where Laura was sitting. He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. Without the slightest embarrassment, he unbuttoned his shirt.

Laura studied his body as he peeled off the shirt.

Chris kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, first the left one and then the right one.

Laura noticed that he rolled the socks up and stuffed them inside his shoes.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and then pulled them down together with his white boxers, freeing his semi-erect cock.

Laura noticed that his cock was circumcised and she found herself wondering if he was Jewish.

Chris stood naked in front of her. “Are you going to...” he left the sentence hanging.

Laura knew what he meant. She’d passed the point of no return; she couldn’t back out now.

“Do you want me to look the other way?” he asked.

Laura didn’t know if he was being sincere or taking the piss. “No,” she said, giving him the benefit of the doubt. She stood up from the bed.

Chris opened up the bedcovers and piled the pillows against the headboard. He climbed onto the bed, resting his head against the pillows.

Laura unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, revealing the black bra. She unzipped the skirt. It was too tight to fall to the ground of its own accord, so she wriggled out of it. She stepped out of the skirt, all the time conscious that Chris was staring at her and following her every movement.

She reached behind her to unclip the bra and then she peeled the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. The bra joined her top and skirt on the floor. Her nipples were erect and the areolas were dotted with little pimples. She wondered if it was cold or excitement which caused it.

Finally, she peeled down her wet panties and stepped out of them, standing naked in front of a complete stranger.

As Chris lay on the bed, with his erection pointing skyward, Laura knelt on the bed in front of him.

Sticky fluid had escaped from the tip of his cock, oozing out until it formed the shape of a perfect viscous tear.

She broke it with the very tip of her tongue and then pulled back so that it formed a sticky string of liquid between his cock and her lips.

She wanted to see how far she could stretch it before the connection broke. Not very far. As the string of fluid snapped, she plunged her head down again onto the end of his erect shaft and then moved all the way down until his cock was deep inside her mouth and the tip was tickling the back of her throat.

She closed her lips around the base and felt his pubic hair tickling her nose and chin.

She sucked on the cock, without moving her mouth, and she wondered how it would feel inside her cunt.

She pulled her mouth back and established a regular rhythmic motion.

He moaned slightly and she paused, wondering if he was about to come.

When she was sure he still had some life in him, she continued with her in and out motion, flicking her tongue across the tip of his glans with each outward stroke, before plunging down again, allowing the tip of his cock to nudge the back of her throat.

She was able to control the gagging reflex.

His hands gripped her long hair and pulled her away from him. “Stop now,” he said.

“Was I crap?” she wanted to know.

“Let me fuck you,” he said, as he pushed her back onto the bed.

Her legs naturally widened in anticipation as he got up onto his knees.

As soon as she was settled with her head on the pillows, he leant forward and kissed her lightly on the lips while the palm of his hand caressed her breasts, one at a time, and his finger circled her nipples, following the path of the areola.

He moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling and sucking and licking at her flesh. She tried to raise herself up to meet him halfway.

His mouth continued on its downward journey, down to the hollow of her throat and over her collar-bone to the rise of her breasts.

Her whole body shook with excitement as his mouth approached her nipple and his tongue traced the path that his finger had done just moments before.

Suddenly, he sucked the nipple into his mouth, taking in as much flesh as he could, as if her were trying to enclose the whole breast between his lips. He released everything except the still-erect nipple, holding it tenderly between his teeth

He then repeated the whole process with the other breast.

During this time, she had already come with the intense pleasure he had given her and she felt the moisture between her legs.

A couple of hours ago, she hadn’t even met this man, he was a complete stranger to her, and now he was making her come without even touching her cunt.

Finally, his mouth reached her stomach, slowly kissing its way down to her pubic area.

He’s about to find out how wet I am, Laura thought, as Chris kissed her pubes.

She arched her back, raising herself up and supporting herself on her elbows, as he kissed along her along the crevice between her outer labia.

“Beautiful,” he said, as he viewed her shaven slit and the small patch of pubic hair that sat above it.

She spread her legs as far apart as they would go and arched her body again, as if offering him a sacrifice. She hoped he would soon put her out of her misery. She needed him inside her.

He pushed his fingers in between her labia and teased her sensitive clitoris.

She couldn’t take any more and she achieved her second orgasm.

She tried to spread her legs wider and bent her knees, pressing the soles of her feet firmly down onto the bed covers.

Through her fluttering eyelids. she saw him gazing down on her cunt. His finger pressed against her labia and slid easily into her, her wetness lubricating his movements. His fingers found her clitoris once more but this time it was flesh on flesh and, as he brushed his fingertips against the clit tip, she felt her third climax rapidly approaching.

She moaned softly and shook her head from side to side and glanced down at his fingers between her legs before closing her eyes in ecstasy.

She finally felt his cock enter her cunt and her pleasure was complete.


To be continued...