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Her name was Meredith. She was as plump as a little partridge. Thick muscular legs, toned. Her ass defied gravity.
We would get together in my room and play guitar and sing songs. We would do Cash and Carter's "Jackson". We were pretty good too. She could harmonize well.
One night we were at a bar here in Down Town. She sat in the stool next to me. She wore a short skirt. She had soft blond hair on her thighs, very light, barely visible.
Her tits were small and pert. She had big gorgeous brown eyes. And behind her pouting lips were a set of big white teeth, the top row of which protruded perfectly.
She had a lovely sadness about her. She drank heavily.
"We can't fuck." she said, looking me earnestly in the eye.
"Why not?' I asked.
"No....I don't live here and I wouldn't be able to trust you living so far away."
"Corona isn't that far...." I said. "....And what makes you feel like you cant trust me?'
"Because you're a dirty fucker!"
"You don't know that for sure. I've never put the moves on you." I said, because I hadn't.
"None the less, I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at me like a hungry lion. You don't even have to say anything."
She had me pegged I must say.
"Did I ever tell you that Im the great great great great granddaughter of Charles Dickens?"
"Really? No, you never mentioned that." I guess I believed her. Who would make that claim who wasn't?
"Well I am.....so there is no way we can fuck."
I laughed and laughed when she said it. "Oh.....that's why we can't fuck? Okay baby.....whatever you say." She laughed too.
We went back to my room. She was much drunker than I was. We sat in the dark on my couch and listened to old country songs. There were a few candles lit and a blue light bulb in a lamp on top of the t.v. The sun was all but gone and it was very dim.
We started kissing. She knew how to use her tongue. Her teeth clacked against mine and her lips pressed hard against my neck and mouth. Then she did the most curious, yet delightful thing.....
She pressed her lips against mine and made a seal. Then she blew hard into my mouth, puffing my cheeks out as her breath entered in. Her breath smelled and tasted of liquor, which I've always found to be very sexy.
The pressure of the seal she made and the air being traded between us made our lips glide very softly and smoothly together. It was very sensual believe it or not. I pulled away and laughed...."Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked in a chuckle.
"Do you like it?" she replied. "Yes...." I said quietly. "....Do it again."
We kissed a while longer. She was sitting in my lap as I groped her small, soft little tits. She fell back on the couch and stretched out. She folded her arms up over her head. I felt around in her armpits. They were soft and smooth.
She threw her right leg over my shoulder. Her skirt was hiked up over that wonderful ass. She had red panties on. She laid there with her eyes closed and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
I pulled the panties over to one side. Her cunt was a beautiful little peach. She moaned and scooted her ass into me. I soaked my fingers in spit and rubbed her clit. I parted her lips and sunk my fingers in. She pulled her legs back with her hands behind her knees and spread herself open for me.
I plowed away at her g-spot with two fingers and dragged my tongue across her clit. She moaned and moaned "We can't fuck, we can't fuck!" Her eyes were still closed and that unlit cigarette still dangled between her lips.
Suddenly....I smelt blood. She was evidently starting her period. I guess that's why she didn't want to fuck. I don't know, it didn't bother me but perhaps she was embarrassed being that we had only hung out a few times before. I sat up and took a breather. I was hot and sweaty.
I looked over at her. Her eyes were closed and she cooed and scooted her ass higher and higher onto my lap.
"Why did you stop fingering me?" she asked.
"You started bleeding. I wasn't sure you wanted me to continue."
"You don't mind do you?"
"No...not at all."
"Then please sir....can I have some more?"
A thousand fireworks went off in my head and I exploded with laughter!
"MOOOOOOOORE?!?!?!?!" I exclaimed. "I'll give you more!!!" I climbed on top of her and crammed my hard cock in and pounded her bloody cunt as hard as I could, laughing as I scooted the couch across the hardwood floor with every thrust.
When I finished, she laid under my arm with her ass up against me. I was sweating bullets. I pealed myself away from her quietly. She was sleeping peacefully. As I got up, I noticed the unlit cigarette between her sleepy lips. I plucked it gently from her mouth and went into the kitchen.
I turned on a low hanging light bulb just over my head. I stood under it and lit the cigarette and held it between my bloody fingers. I looked at them and thought of Charles Dickens. His genetic DNA there sticking to the cigarette, covering my cock. In that room, on that couch....his great great great great granddaughter asleep there with a head full of spirits and a cunt full of cum.
And there under the soft lamp light....the great souls of all history and time stopped their wanderings and laughed and smiled a little with me.......there in my kitchen.....if only for a short while.
~C. Pasquale
We would get together in my room and play guitar and sing songs. We would do Cash and Carter's "Jackson". We were pretty good too. She could harmonize well.
One night we were at a bar here in Down Town. She sat in the stool next to me. She wore a short skirt. She had soft blond hair on her thighs, very light, barely visible.
Her tits were small and pert. She had big gorgeous brown eyes. And behind her pouting lips were a set of big white teeth, the top row of which protruded perfectly.
She had a lovely sadness about her. She drank heavily.
"We can't fuck." she said, looking me earnestly in the eye.
"Why not?' I asked.
"No....I don't live here and I wouldn't be able to trust you living so far away."
"Corona isn't that far...." I said. "....And what makes you feel like you cant trust me?'
"Because you're a dirty fucker!"
"You don't know that for sure. I've never put the moves on you." I said, because I hadn't.
"None the less, I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at me like a hungry lion. You don't even have to say anything."
She had me pegged I must say.
"Did I ever tell you that Im the great great great great granddaughter of Charles Dickens?"
"Really? No, you never mentioned that." I guess I believed her. Who would make that claim who wasn't?
"Well I am.....so there is no way we can fuck."
I laughed and laughed when she said it. "Oh.....that's why we can't fuck? Okay baby.....whatever you say." She laughed too.
We went back to my room. She was much drunker than I was. We sat in the dark on my couch and listened to old country songs. There were a few candles lit and a blue light bulb in a lamp on top of the t.v. The sun was all but gone and it was very dim.
We started kissing. She knew how to use her tongue. Her teeth clacked against mine and her lips pressed hard against my neck and mouth. Then she did the most curious, yet delightful thing.....
She pressed her lips against mine and made a seal. Then she blew hard into my mouth, puffing my cheeks out as her breath entered in. Her breath smelled and tasted of liquor, which I've always found to be very sexy.
The pressure of the seal she made and the air being traded between us made our lips glide very softly and smoothly together. It was very sensual believe it or not. I pulled away and laughed...."Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked in a chuckle.
"Do you like it?" she replied. "Yes...." I said quietly. "....Do it again."
We kissed a while longer. She was sitting in my lap as I groped her small, soft little tits. She fell back on the couch and stretched out. She folded her arms up over her head. I felt around in her armpits. They were soft and smooth.
She threw her right leg over my shoulder. Her skirt was hiked up over that wonderful ass. She had red panties on. She laid there with her eyes closed and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
I pulled the panties over to one side. Her cunt was a beautiful little peach. She moaned and scooted her ass into me. I soaked my fingers in spit and rubbed her clit. I parted her lips and sunk my fingers in. She pulled her legs back with her hands behind her knees and spread herself open for me.
I plowed away at her g-spot with two fingers and dragged my tongue across her clit. She moaned and moaned "We can't fuck, we can't fuck!" Her eyes were still closed and that unlit cigarette still dangled between her lips.
Suddenly....I smelt blood. She was evidently starting her period. I guess that's why she didn't want to fuck. I don't know, it didn't bother me but perhaps she was embarrassed being that we had only hung out a few times before. I sat up and took a breather. I was hot and sweaty.
I looked over at her. Her eyes were closed and she cooed and scooted her ass higher and higher onto my lap.
"Why did you stop fingering me?" she asked.
"You started bleeding. I wasn't sure you wanted me to continue."
"You don't mind do you?"
"No...not at all."
"Then please sir....can I have some more?"
A thousand fireworks went off in my head and I exploded with laughter!
"MOOOOOOOORE?!?!?!?!" I exclaimed. "I'll give you more!!!" I climbed on top of her and crammed my hard cock in and pounded her bloody cunt as hard as I could, laughing as I scooted the couch across the hardwood floor with every thrust.
When I finished, she laid under my arm with her ass up against me. I was sweating bullets. I pealed myself away from her quietly. She was sleeping peacefully. As I got up, I noticed the unlit cigarette between her sleepy lips. I plucked it gently from her mouth and went into the kitchen.
I turned on a low hanging light bulb just over my head. I stood under it and lit the cigarette and held it between my bloody fingers. I looked at them and thought of Charles Dickens. His genetic DNA there sticking to the cigarette, covering my cock. In that room, on that couch....his great great great great granddaughter asleep there with a head full of spirits and a cunt full of cum.
And there under the soft lamp light....the great souls of all history and time stopped their wanderings and laughed and smiled a little with me.......there in my kitchen.....if only for a short while.
~C. Pasquale
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