This story, though as erotically written as I could make it, is absolutely true. The events and even the rare snippets of dialogue are pretty close to what was actually said and done. Alterations, if any are only due to faults in memory.

Candy

After I got away from Donna I rode my Norton through the Southwest. I knew a few women and spent time camping in the desert and a stint bar tending. During this trip I had my first threesome with a pregnant girl and her friend. I also did a couple of jobs bordering on the mercenary, transport kind of stuff. One of those might make a good story someday. I drew some ink portraits for a few dollars a piece and finally decided to head back to Texas.

I was making a living of sorts as an illustrator and graphic artist. I had started college as an art major and ended up teaching some of my own classes, especially the ones dealing with commercial art. I had a dalliance with one of my profs after I modeled for one of her classes to make some extra money. Though I was receiving a pension of sorts from the Army and a stipend while attending college, I was the quintessential starving student. I had gotten down to 150 lbs. But I kept strong by swimming and running.

Candy was about 29 and a local cop that lived in my complex. She was a voluptuous redhead, pretty but not a knockout. She was the fairest skinned woman I had known to this point with green eyes, full lips that were turned down at the corners. She was large chested, having some idea of cup sizes I’d guess a D or maybe DD. Her waist was nicely tapered and her tummy had the slightest pooch. Her’s was the first “landing strip” I had seen and it was a bright red matching her wavy shoulder length hair.

I had talked with Candy a few times and had a ride out with her one time just for giggles. She worked third watch so when I was out swimming laps in the early afternoon she’d join sometimes. She mostly wore a fairly conservative black one piece and definitely did it justice. She also had a son that she had every other weekend. And I met him one weekend at the pool. She also had a roommate that I had met a couple of times very briefly.

Candy was fairly friendly with everyone around our courtyard and had found out from others that I worked as freelance artist. So she came to the apartment one evening and asked if I did paintings as well. I told her I did a few from time to time and she started to describe what she wanted. She had imagined the scene in a dream and asked me to paint it. It was pseudo incestuous but had the makings of a beautiful painting.

She described a scene of her and her son bathing in a pristine pond with trees and sunlight, both were nude. She said she saw her son as an older teenager. She asked me if I could do it and how much. I told her I could do an acrylic or an oil and depending on the size it would cost about $150 or $300 for the oil. She asked the difference and I told her that acrylic dried faster but was less subtle and that the oil would take longer but would be softer and the blending would be smoother. She told me she wanted an oil that was about 3′ x 2′. We shook on the deal and I told her I needed a good photo of her son and that it was better if she’d pose for sketches and a light study. I had gotten into bed with women drawing them before but this was a legitimate need. She left and I started digging through my morgue for scenic photos that would suit the idea she had. I found a nice view of a spring with large rocks and a willow tree in the foreground.

Candy brought me a picture of her son in his swimsuit a couple of days later. I would have to age him to match her description of the dream. I asked her when she wanted to pose and she told me that her roommate would be gone over the weekend and she had the day off Saturday night.

When I showed up, Candy was dressed in a short robe and her nipples were apparent as the satiny fabric clung to her swaying breasts. I pulled a kitchen chair in and set my pencil box next to it. She was very nervous and I actually had to stand, approach her and tell her, “we don’t have to do this. I haven’t committed any real time to the project yet.” She smiled nervously and said that maybe a drink or two might help. She favored vodka and she drank quite a few screwdrivers over the next hour and was feeling pretty loose. I only had a couple of beers so she was quite a bit further along than I was. “Candy, it’s getting late. You wanna start?” She was a little wobbly by the time she got to her feet and I watched with anticipation as the gaping top of her robe flashed the white of her breasts from within her robe. “How do you want me?” she said, slurring slightly. I stood with her and helped her off with the robe. I got my first look at her large and dark pink nipples. Her curves and full ass were very nice and I fought the tightening in my jeans.

I initially had her just stand and sketched her from the front, side and back. I then had her take various poses, one was with her hands in her hair like she was shampooing and I had her twist at the hips so I could see her ass and the sides of her breasts at the same time. She stumbled slightly and I steadied her and managed to catch a handful of tit. She lurched slightly and looked in my eyes as I worked to get her into the pose I needed but she never complained about the handling. I did some sketches of her reclining both prone and supine and then had her stand again, positioning her body, face, arms and so on in different poses and doing sketches getting proportions. Finally, I had her sit so I could do a light study of her face. She could have been robed at this point but I didn’t mention it and it didn’t occur to her, so I enjoyed myself and took my time as she sat naked and flushed in front of me. For some reason, this part of the session made her blush from her tits to the top of her head. Maybe it was the intensity of the way I looked at her versus the rapid fire posing and sketching.

When I finished, I gathered my pads and pencils and helped her to her feet and she kind of fell into me smashing those large breasts into my chest. I steadied her and helped her on with the robe. She grabbed my arm as I was leaving and leaned in for a kiss and I let her. It was sensual but not insistent and I gave her a playful swat on the ass as we broke. She laughed and took a swat at me but I ducked out of the way. It took me a few days but I finally worked up a composition study I liked. She was thrilled with it and I had her “sign off” on it.

Over the next couple of weeks she kept trying to get a peek at the painting by coming over unannounced but I don’t allow that. I had shown her the charcoal comp and that was all she would get to see. She also kept up the flirtation but I was more interested in completing the project and the $300. Maybe I could actually buy food this month.

I had just finished laps one afternoon at the pool when I looked up and Candy had come out in her suit. It was tight across her tits and crotch and her vulva was wedged apart by the gusset. I stayed in the water to hide my swelling cock. She asked if I was close to finished. “The painting is done but it’s an oil. It is curing now and it’ll be another week or so,” I told her. “It’s $150, right?” she offered. “Nooo, that would have been the acrylic, this is the oil,” I corrected with a touch of condescension and irritation. She had brought out a cooler with her and offered me a beer. I took it and watched as she reclined on a chaise by the pool. It was early afternoon during a Wednesday and no one was around and she applied sun screen with exaggerated sensuality. She dropped her shoulder straps and slipped her hand inside the top of her suit applying lotion to her breasts and obviously teased her nipples as they were pronounced when she pulled her hands from her top. She then asked if I could do her back. I know my eyes narrowed as I wondered what she was up to. She didn’t wait for an answer and pulled her arms from her suits shoulder straps and gathered the bodice a little too low on her bust.

She turned over and laid face down on the chaise with the sides of her white tits squashed out from under her. I new this was a bad idea but I lifted myself from the pool and wandered over to her side, water dripping from my hair and beard, making her jump as the cool water fell onto her warmed back. I was really hard at this point and had to rearrange to keep the top part of my dick from poking out of the waist band or leg hole.

I squirted a wad of the cream into my hands and rubbed them together to warm the lotion. I sat next to her on the chaise and started at her neck and working my ways to her shoulders and then down her arms. As I kneaded the pliable flesh she moaned and squirmed a little in the lounge chair. I returned my attention to her back and worked the lotion into her forcing mewling sounds from her. I still don’t know if it really felt that good or if it was all for my benefit; but eventually I had gotten to the top of her milky ass and made sure to work lotion in beyond the edges of the swooped back. “My sides,” she said in a breathy voice. I returned to her waist and worked my way up along her rib cage. I looked at those wonderful breasts pushed from under her and I thought, “what the hell?” and started working lotion into those flattened tits as well. She cooed and rocked her shoulders on one stroke so that her right tit slipped a nipple into my fingers. I froze, momentarily wondering if it was an accident but knew that it wasn’t. She started rocking her shoulders and soon I had my hands under both of her breasts and started kneading her tits and tweaking her large nipples. She was getting kind of loud and I hushed her as I was mauling that tender tit flesh.

I pulled my hands from under her making sure I raked her nipples with my finger nails. She gasped and then whined a little. She turned her head to look at me, “can you do my legs?” “Can’t you?” I shot back. “Not as good as someone who can see what there doing,” she smiled. I knew this was getting out of hand but I wasn’t doing the thinking, my libido was. So I started at her left calf and slathered lotion on her glaring white leg all the way to the bottom of her ass. She rocked her hips a little and I went to the other one and got to the hem of her suit on that side and then stopped. “Get under the edge of the suit,” she pleaded.

I groaned internally but decided to go ahead. As I squirted lotion into my hands and started working on her left cheek, working a good layer under the hem of the suit. She was rocking her hips slightly as I worked my fingers under the hem on her right cheek and she pushed up slightly and my fingers slipped into her crack and the tips of my middle and ring fingers slipped into her sex. She was soaking but I froze again, I didn’t pull out but I didn’t press the intrusion either. She sighed audibly and slightly thrust her hips up forcing more of my fingers into her. “Damn Candy!” I said and started to work in earnest. She was moaning and leaking a lot of juices when a car door slamming jolted me back to reality. I yanked my fingers from her dripping sex and rested my hand on her back as the pool gate opened. It was a neighbor who smiled politely as she went through the gate to her patio. It wasn’t long before her roommate Ingrid got home and our public dalliance was over.

We ran into each other a few days later and she was bugging me about the painting. Finally it was stable enough for me to take over to her apartment. It was another Saturday, her son was with his dad and her roommate was on a date. Candy was wearing a plain, tightly fitting t-shirt and denim shorts. I brought the painting in and as I dropped the cheese cloth from it, her eyes lit up and her full lips parted and she stood with her mouth hanging open. “I guess you like it,” I was a bit smug, I knew she would. She shook her head like she was coming back from wherever the painting had taken her. She left the room.

When she came back in she handed me a white envelope with money in it. I opened it and found $150. “Candy, what are you doing? You know this is the oil AND that you agreed to $300,” I was hot. “I thought it was $150, I really did,” she was trying to sound ignorant. “We discussed this a week ago,” I shot back, “you know, out there by the pool?” “Oh yeah, I’m sorry. I got confused.” I didn’t buy it, she was a cop, she couldn’t be that ditsy. Then she stepped closer to me and did her best pout, “can I make it up to you?” “Yeah, you can come up with the rest of the money!” I was about to leave with the painting. She sat on the ottoman next to where I was standing and welled up, “I, I can’t. With the rent and the child support (she paid child support to her ex, more on that later), this was all of the extra I could come up with,” she had changed her story and was now stroking the back of my right leg. I jerked away from her, “Damn it Candy! You could have just asked me to do the acrylic.” She let a single tear slip from her eye, what an actress. “I thought I could come up with it. It just didn’t happen,” she looked up into my eyes hoping for me to relent. I knew I was going to regret this but I softened a little and took the back of her head in the back of my hand and urged her to her feet. “Let’s finish what we started at the pool,” I said as I pulled her in and crushed those full lips against mine. She responded, opening her mouth and shoving her tongue into my mouth. She tasted of beer. I slid my hands down her back and cupped her ass, pulling her crotch against my hardening cock.

I wrapped my fingers into her hair and pulled her head back, not hard. She was panting as our kiss broke. I looked in her eyes studying her for a second. A moment of clarity hit me, “you used me Candy. This doesn’t change anything.” She nodded straining against the hold I had on her hair, “I know, but I’ve wanted this anyway.” I held her hair in my left fist and wrapped my right into the collar of her t-shirt and ripped it apart in a jerk. She hollered and then laughed a little as I pushed gently but insistently on her shoulders. She looked me in the face and sank to her knees. She stroked the swelling in my shorts a few times and then pulled the elastic waist band away from my hips and down under my balls. She gasped as my hard on fell away from my abdomen and slapped her right on the forehead. We both kind of giggled at that image and she leaned back, opened those full lips and sank half way down on my cock in one motion, gagging and then she started licking and sucking. My knees went a little weak as she worked on my cock, saliva ran down my shaft and started dripping off of my balls. She was obviously very experienced. I was tightening up when she opened as wide as she could and started working down my shaft. She gagged hard as I hit the back of her throat and she insistently worked more of me into her. Her nose finally sank into my pubic hair and the spasms in her esophagus took me over the edge. I grabbed the side of her head and held tight as my cum surged down her throat. She was thrashing a bit as if she was needing air but she held her own hands on my ass and was pulling my crotch tight to her face. As my ejaculation slowed she slurped off of my twitching cock and a single rope drizzled from the end and landed on the carpet next to her white thighs. I stumbled backwards and landed on the ottoman with my half hard cock hanging out and shining with her saliva and a thin film of cum.

I looked at her kneeling there with her t-shirt in tatters, the white and lacy cups of her bra threatening to burst under the strain of those breasts that were too big for the bra she wore. She wiped her slimy lips with her forearm and then shook her head, “wow, that was intense.” “No shit,” I answered. I was in a better mood now. I helped her to standing again and unsnapped her jean shorts. She jerked a little as I peeled the zipper apart. I then slid her shorts down over her ass and the rest of the way down her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties and I saw her bright copper “landing strip” and her fat vulva. I slipped my fingers down and started working between her labia and she held my shoulders as I sawed between her lips and started to work on her clit. She lunged her hips at me and whispered, “let’s lay down.” I took her by her waist and laid her down on the carpet, “no, please not here.” I looked at her and said, “yes, right here.” I raked her bra cups off of her huge white breasts and was pleased to see her nipples already hard as her tits fell slightly to the side. I attacked them with my mouth sucking hard on her sensitive nipples and nibbled on the white flesh surrounding them. Little pink welts were coming up as she whimpered and jerked under me. I kept working her slit with my right fingers and she was soaking wet, thrusting her hips back at my fingers. I rolled on top of her and in one move, spread her thighs with my legs and lunged into her cunt with all of the force I could muster.

She was tight but not constricting and cried out a little. I slid into her, the slick cunt yielding and crashed into her cervix. She grunted and I drew back slowly, drawing out the effect and crashed back into her forcing another grunt from her. I slammed into her over and over again and finally her cervix yielded and I forced my way into her womb and slammed my pubic bone into her clit. She moaned and lifted her hips and I groaned as the tight ring of her cervix snapped tight behind the crown of my cock. I pulled back and her womb resisted the release of my cock as the sensitive edge of my crown hung up momentarily inside her womb. I continued to strain against the trap and she arched her back with a jerking sob as I pulled free and backed out with just the tip pressed at her opening. She was getting noisy with high pitched squeals and loud moans as I started deep stroking her cunt and womb. She was clawing my back and I crashed into her and held tight as I emptied into her uterus. She had this kind of quiver that served to tear more and more cum from me even though I had just squirted down her throat. Finally I stopped pumping into her and drew out with one shiny sliver dangling from the tip that drizzled onto her right thigh. I pushed up and stood looking down at her, splayed open with cum drooling from her open hole. She looked up at me and smiled a wicked little smile, “will you stay. tonight?” We fucked twice more, once with her on top. She was a snug fit but had little difficulty taking my whole length into her.

It was around nine the next morning when there was a tap at the door before it swung open and Ingrid was standing there. She was a little surprised but not the least bit embarrassed but I was. She was about 5′ 3” and I’d guess maybe 120. I found out later she was older than Candy and 16 years older than I. She had collar length brown hair, high cheekbones and a supple Cupid’s bow mouth. The short robe she had on revealed a fair amount of cleavage formed by decent sized and high sitting breasts. As she leaned against the door frame I admired her very toned legs crossed at the ankles. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were entertaining,” and she let her appreciation show as I crawled from under the sheets to grab my shorts. I smiled politely, “I’ll be going now,” and I slid past her in the doorway. I looked all over downstairs but never did find my t-shirt.

Ingrid

Candy and I fucked a few more times and though she kept promising she never came up with the rest of my money. I eventually wrote it off and never did another freelance job without a contract. There was some small satisfaction though, she had been in pain for several days from the carpet burns she got from my fucking her into the carpet.

It was now Halloween and I was doing a biker vampire gig for a haunted house. A high school buddy was doing a hanged gun slinger/biker and we looked suitably creepy. We both stopped at Candy’s apartment and made an appearance. Candy invited us in for a quick drink and Ingrid was reclining on the stairs sipping, I was to learn later, Ouzo. We were all kind of joking around and I went into a really bad Bela Lugosi imitation. Ingrid fired back in a rich and very realistic Romanian accent. We were exchanging flirtatious barbs when I approached her and said, again in the bad Lugosi, “I want to drink your blood,” and I licked my prosthetic fangs. She grasped the back of my neck and pulled closer like she was going to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “I am not going to fuck you.” I pulled back, “so, I guess we’ll see.” She just looked wry and answered, “well I guess we will.” Both Candy and my friend looked really confused. They hadn’t heard what she had said to me.

It has nothing to do with where this is going, but when my buddy and I came tooling up on our bikes, we were a big hit with both the paying attendees and the ladies. It turned out there were a couple of Gothic types that liked the idea of fucking the undead, even if it was make believe. It was a kinky night.

It was getting close to Winter break at school and I ran into Ingrid in the courtyard. I had been chatting with her from time to time and we had occasionally crossed paths as I was leaving Candy with cum dripping from her face or cunt. We had even shared a drink or two before and I had even drawn a charcoal portrait for her which she thought was really generous. We had even talked about the ideal man that she wanted to marry.

“You want to have a drink?” she asked very nonchalantly. We went in to her apartment and I sat at the kitchen table as she dug out a couple of gimlet glasses and a bottle of Ouzo. She evidently had brought it back with her from Greece, she never bought domestic imports and now I was getting to try it. If you’ve never had Ouzo, it is a rich spirit bordering on a cordial. High quality Ouzo (which this was) is very high in alcohol content, sweet(ish) and reminds me of licorice. She brought me a couple of fingers worth in the glass and just before handing it to me dropped a single ice cube in. Immediately, milky white strands started melting off of the cube until the entire contents was a bluish milky white. Now, even back then when I drank from time to time, I didn’t like sweet drinks, cognacs or cordials but this was spicy enough I really liked sipping on it. I was not a light weight by any means but this was warming me up quite nicely.

As we sat and talked, really talked for the first time, I learned she was about to turn forty and I was really astonished at how smooth her features were, how athletic but curvy her body was and how her obvious bra less tits sat high and tight on her chest. Her olive skin was flawless and that small little mouth had me stiffening anytime I considered it for more than a moment. I started complimenting her and telling her how beautiful she was (she knew it and used that to her advantage in her exclusive retail job) and how intrigued I was with her, especially her travels. She told me she was actually Romanian born and that she lived her first ten years in her home town in the Carpathian mountains. “So that explains it,” I interrupted. “And what would that be?” she asked with a knowing smirk. “The authentic and sensual Romanian accent you were slinging around at Halloween.” She raised her glass like she was giving a toast, winked and took a long smooth draw of the liqueur. She went on to explain she was educated in Greece and Turkey and came stateside for college and just stayed. As thick as she could lay the accent on when she wanted to, there was almost no perceptible accent normally.

Occasionally through the evening, she would roll her head and rub her neck. Finally I caught the hint, “hard day?” “Long day, “ she offered. “Let me,” I said as I rose to my feet. I had to stand still for a second and she kind of giggled as I let my gyros stabilize. Just the few ounces I had had so far of the Ouzo caught me by surprise. I got my feet under me and walked around to her side and slid her chair back from the table.

“Lean your head forward,” I told her and she dropped her chin to her chest with a mild complaint. I started pressing on the knots I found under the skin along the tops of her shoulders and the back of her neck. She groaned as I pressed in on them and then sighed as the knots released. Then I started rolling my thumbs up along her cervical spine and was really digging in. She answered with an “ow” at first and it was soon replaced with, “oh that’s good!” I was stiffening as her ecstasy was firing my lust and looking down into the front of her blouse with its top buttons undone wasn’t helping to assuage my growing lust. Once I felt her neck muscles loosen I placed a hand on her forehead and tilted her head back against me so I could work on her temples, sinuses and upper chest muscles. She obviously felt my bulge straining the crotch of my jeans. Ingrid slipped into that thick Romanian accent again, “you’re a wicked, wicked boy.” I side stepped and bent over while turning her face toward mine and left a long and lingering kiss on her small mouth. Her left hand had snaked around to the back of my head and was crawling through my curls as we kissed. “You taste good,” I told her. “Yes,” she sighed, “and so do you.”

I reached under her arms and helped her to her feet and then turned her around and lifted her onto the kitchen table. I kissed her again and this time her lips parted and I slid my tongue into her mouth and tasted the hint of licorice left by the Ouzo. She wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled me up to the edge of the table, her chest crushed into mine and she had her knees to either side of my hips. My own hands were working her back, sliding up and down and kneading her muscles occasionally. She was sighing into my mouth when I leaned my chest back from hers while holding the kiss and started on the buttons of her blouse. “Oh no you don’t,” she said as she grabbed my wrists. I twisted out of her grasp and bent her arms behind her and held her wrists with my left hand. This action thrust her chest out and pressed her hardening nipples against the Lycra blouse. I stood slightly to her right and attacked her mouth again as I finished the unbuttoning and pulled the hem from her skirt. She put up a token struggle and complaint. I just gripped her wrists harder. She was strong and had she not wanted it, I doubt that I could have controlled her with just my left hand. I reached to the back collar of the blouse with my right hand and yanked the garment off of her shoulders. I attacked first one breast and then the other roughly kneading the tender flesh and pulling on her nipples. She was still “struggling” and protesting as I pulled her hair back with my right hand and attached my suctioning mouth to her left tit and nipple. She cried out and then groaned as I began a rhythmic sucking of her sensitive nipples. She had scooted her hips to the edge of the table and started gyrating as her protests turned to moans.

I had both nipples swollen and shining with saliva when I straightened up. I grabbed her by the waist with my right arm, still holding her wrists with my left and scooped her off of the table and carried her across and dropped her on the sofa. She said something like, “we can’t do this,” but there was no conviction in her voice. She had tired herself out playing the damsel in distress and I turned her over and bent her at the waist over the edge of the couch. I twisted her arms a little higher behind her and she groaned at the discomfort. I slid my hands up the nylon clad thigh expecting pantyhose and found she was wearing stockings and a garter belt instead. I had never had a woman who wore actual stockings day to day before. I slid my hand up to her ass and grabbed the waistband of her silken panties and coarsely yanked downward. She gasped and turned her head so she could watch me out of the corner of her eye. There was a moment where I was confounded as to why they hadn’t just come on down her thighs, then I remembered the garter belt. “Fucking idiot,” I cursed myself under my breath and started to release the clips. I felt, more than heard a quick chuckle from Ingrid’s open mouth. She was panting now and her whole body was heaving as I slid my hand up the inside of her left thigh, across the smoothest skin I had ever felt and pressed the edge of my hand into her dripping slit. “Oh damn!” she hissed as I started sawing back and forth, rocking my hand across her clit and sliding an index finger into tight cunt. I kept it up, still holding her wrists and I leaned down to kiss and nibble on her bare shoulder. Ingrid was jerking and lurching as she became louder and louder. I was just wondering if the neighbors could hear when she cursed me for a bastard and clamped her thighs together. She trembled and jerked as a staccato stream of “Ahs” and “Ohs” poured from her. Her fluids ran from her smooth sex and slithered down my hand and the backs of her thighs.

Ingrid calmed down, relaxed her legs and I drove my hand between her folds again, “Ow! Just fuck me you son of a bitch.” I opened the tops of my jeans and slid them down mid thigh. I wedged her thighs apart with my right hand and positioned the head of my cock at the tight entrance to her cunt. She was rotating her hips trying to urge me in when I took a wrist in each hand, pulled her arms back and slammed home. God, she was unbelievably tight! I slammed into her again and could feel the head of her cervix flattening but there was no way I was getting through. She would groan, scream, sob and laugh as I plowed into her. No tenderness, no technique, just brutal fucking. I lasted maybe a minute before I pressed hard against her cervix, bore down with all of my weight and heard her whimpering as I blasted into her. I could feel the pressure building at the end of her vagina as more of my cum was forced into the confined space. I finally tapered off and pulled hard to extricate my self from her and fell backwards into sitting with my legs straight and spread. My semi hard cock was drizzling remnants of my semen onto the carpet between my legs.

I was eye level and watched the erotic scene unfold as her legs flexed and cum poured out of her stretched sex and stain the front of her skirt. She lifted herself off of the couch on shaky arms, turned at the waist and sat facing me with her blouse down around her elbows, her skirt high on her thighs and her panties at her knees. She was still breathing heavily and I was soaked in sweat. She studied me for a minute, “you’re good,” she half chuckled, “and big.”

I looked at her sitting with one stocking half way down a thigh and the other shredded in runs. Those beautiful tits were rising and falling with her breathing and a thin sheen of sweat accented their shape in the warm lighting. “I guess I did fuck you after all,” I said as I stood and pulled my jeans back up.
I stood with my softening dick still exposed and stepped up to her. I reached down and took her by the back of her neck and straightened her upright on her knees. I pressed the head of my slimy prick against her lips and she shot me an evil look but parted her lips and sucked me inside. She really knew what she was doing. She couldn’t get all of me into her mouth and gagged a couple of times as I hit the back of her throat; but she would pull off and kiss and lick the underside of my shaft and suck my balls. I was hard again but I stepped back, painfully bent my cock back inside my jeans and buttoned the fly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ingrid asked in as demanding a tone as she could muster. “I’m going to get something to eat and maybe do some artwork.” Her eyes narrowed, “you’re an arrogant bastard, aren’t you?” I smiled down at her, “I suppose, I guess we’ll see next time.” She guffawed, “you think there will be a next time?”. She was doing her best to seem insulted and indignant. I just smirked and nodded as I backed to the door. Her small and luscious lips crept upward into a wry smile of her own as I stepped through and closed the door.

We became fast friends and hard lovers. This “antagonistic” banter always preceded and permeated our incredible fucks. I found a weakness though, I would spend a long time orally torturing her nipples and tender breast. By the time I worked my way down to her bald pussy and licked once she would tumble into a massive orgasm. Then I could torment her further by licking and sucking her clit and she would go nuts, having orgasm after orgasm until she was sobbing and begging for me to quit.

Ingrid and I never got into anal. I had done anal before of course and got my rocks off but it was always more the act of domination and power on my part and the ultimate submission on the girl’s part. Ingrid was something else, she liked to be handled and liked being controlled and really got off on it. But she wasn’t masochistic. As for me, I liked the challenge of subduing her and ravishing her. I also couldn’t get enough of how silky smooth her legs and sex were. But she didn’t shave I found out; she waxed and had from the time she was a young girl. She once told me that if any hair came in now, it was very fine and she fully expected a time in the future when there would be none.

I could never get my full length into her incredibly tight sex but I tried and I could see the slightest rise in her tummy as I crushed her cervix and pressed her uterus up into her. One time in the early Spring we had fucked something like four or five times and she had blown me to a mind splintering cum a couple of times more. It had been a marathon evening and we lay naked together in her bed. I was worn out and was reveling in the feel of her smooth and warm flesh pressed against me. She stirred and moved off of my left arm and I thought she was going to the bathroom or something. I was in a twilight haze when I felt her hot, wet mouth close over the end of my cock and pull me deep inside and over her tongue. She pulled an almost painful suction and damned if it didn’t start to harden. Soon it was achingly stiff as she sucked deep to gagging and kept it up. My cock was tender and I didn’t know how much more I could take before I had to make her stop. She pulled off, straightened up and swung her leg across and over mine, coming astride. Her swollen lips parted and my cum and her juices dripped from her ravished sex and onto my cock. She reached under herself and positioned the head of my cock against her inflamed cunt. She hissed as she applied pressure and I was somewhere between agony and ecstasy myself as she lowered herself down until my cock ground into her bruised cervix. “Owwww…” she complained in a hushed voice. We had fucked a lot and in different positions but mostly just variations of me on top or behind her. This was the first time she had been on top and it was after we were both already raw and tender. I forgot my own discomfort as I took in the erotic site of her abdomen rippling and her kegel muscles started rippling squeezing up and down my shaft. She winced as she pulled up and sank back down. Each time my cock head pressed into her cervix she would bear down with more of her weight with audible gasps, groans and the occasional sob. It felt like she was going to bend it in half and she started to gyrate her hips as she leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders. She lifted up and dropped back onto me crying out loudly and then she pressed down hard as she twisted her hips. Almost without warning her cervix stretched and she dropped all the way down grinding her pubic bone into mine. She screamed into my shoulder and beat the bed on either side of my head with her fists. The tight band actually hurt as it choked my upper cock. We sat bone still for what seemed like forever and then she started to lift and drop in short strokes. I felt like the hide was being stripped from my dick as the tight ring of her cervix rolled up and down the tapering end of my cock, just behind the crown. She worked her kegels and was quietly crying as she ground into me. I reached up and mauled her tender breasts, red and purple from a day of hard sex and jerking sobs fell from her lips. As painful as it was, the sensation of my impending cum finally began to build. I reached behind her and grabbed her ass, squeezing hard and pulling her hips against me. The painful surges built up before my cum had enough pressure to burn its way through my urethra and into her womb. I still felt painfully full as I struggled to pull her sex from my softening cock. As it stretched and finally pulled free we both groaned at the agony and another wave of my cum shot between us where our bellies mashed together. Her hair was plastered to her face and her eyes were bloodshot as she looked me in the face. She covered my face with kisses and sucked briefly on my own nipples hidden in my chest hair. She finally lifted up and looked me in the eye again and smiled, “I knew I could take it.” The next thing I remember was Candy coming through the door downstairs as she got home from work at dawn. Ingrid languidly traced a finger through my chest hair and we kissed a little but there was absolutely nowhere we could touch each other sexually and enjoy it.

I initially worried about filling Ingrid with my cum but we hadn’t been fucking very long before I learned she was on birth control. She had finally met the guy that she would marry and when I met him, he was exactly the man she had described to me almost a year before. Ingrid and I had become friends as well and we both knew that nothing permanent could come from our coupling.

Ingrid and her soon to be fiance were not engaged yet but they would be soon. He also wouldn’t go all the way with her until they were. Ingrid had stopped the birth control as she wanted to have kids with him and she suffered an odd side effect. When her period hit she was extremely horny. I knocked on the door one morning to see if she wanted a Platonic cup of coffee and she literally pulled me into her apartment. She was kissing on me and grinding her crotch against my leg. She was like a savage. I held her back away from me by her shoulders, “whoa there sunshine, aren’t you spoken for?” She grinned a wicked grin and said, “I need to be fucked, hard…now!” I carried her upstairs and threw her on her bead. She was wearing a man’s button down shirt and running shorts. I twisted my hands in between the upper buttons and ripped the front open as buttons flew everywhere. I lunged at her chest and sucked and pulled on her nipples and she was writhing under me. I slid my hand into her shorts and ran my fingers into her slit and her hips jerked up off the bed as I strummed her clit. I also brushed against an unusual feeling, a small string laid in the slit. I pulled my fingers from her sex and the tips were wet and tinged with blood. “Ingrid, you’re on your period?” I asked. What can I say, my mind is like a steel trap. She hissed, “it’s okay, I want you to fuck me, I want you to be hard on me.” I’ve never even thought of fucking a woman who was bleeding before but damn, she already had me hard. I looked at the blood on my finger tips and she pulled herself up and grabbed my wrist and sucked them clean. I had to have been wide eyed and had to think of something to say, “what do you mean, hard?” She was impatient, “I want you to fuck me like I was being raped.”

I didn’t say a word and didn’t hesitate any longer. I flipped her onto her stomach and reached under her jerking her shorts off of her sex and then dragging the backs down and off of her legs. I flipped her back and held her wrists over her head as she started that “struggle” that had spiced up so many of our fucks. She kept her legs clamped together and started to try and throw me off of her as I kneed my way between her thighs. “No, you can’t do this!” she said. She was really getting into this. Whack, I smacked her on the cheek. Not brutally but hard enough to sting a little and to redden her cheek. She had her teeth clenched and then she spat at me. I jerked my head to the side but felt it land on my lower back. I reached between her legs and unceremoniously yanked the tampon from her. I kicked her legs apart and rolled on top of and into her. She was not all that wet and she cried out with the pain as I sank into her but soon she was sopping as I pounded her tight cunt. She was grunting and making sobbing sounds but there were no tears. She was meeting my thrusts and her neck arched and every vein stood out as her face reddened and she stiffened into a hard orgasm. I don’t think I had ever made a woman cum just by fucking her before and that fact made me lose it just a few seconds more. She collapsed underneath me gasping for breath. I pulled out and noticed there was only a little blood on my flagging cock. I left a trail of slimy sperm and a couple of red streaks on her thigh as I pushed up and off of her.

We laid there as our heart rates dropped from what felt like near fatal to almost normal. We were both soaked in sweat. It was hot outside but not inside, it was just the intensity of our fuck that was so aerobically challenging. “I’m not done,” came the eerily calm voice next to me. “Give me a second,” I answered as I was sure I could get it up but after an epic fuck like that, I was going to need a minute. She was laying with her leg draped over mine as she twisted around and bent at the waist taking my semi hard cock in her mouth. “Holy shit!” I hollered as she started sucking like her life depended on it and like it was normal instead of the cock that was covered in my cum and her blood. I was hard in just a minute or two, “alright, you asked for it.” She got on her knees facing the headboard and placed her wrists behind her. “Tie me and punish me,” she sounded like she was pleading for a reprieve or something. I was staring with my new erection and I looked around for something, anything. I finally thought of the shirt, twirled it into a twisted strand and tied her wrists in a bulky granny knot.

I bent her at the waist and pressed her head into the pillow and leaned back to consider the stained vulva, swollen lips and the slick cum smeared over both. She turned her head, “my brush.” “What?” I didn’t have a clue. “Use my brush, on the night stand.” I looked around and found the brush but wasn’t really sure where this is going, it was awkward and verging on comical.

She wiggled her ass, “spank me, damn you.” Ohhh, now I had it. I stroked her left cheek with the flat of the brush and tapped her lightly and she lurched. Then I lifted it from her round and well toned ass and swung it sharply against the right one. She cried out into the pillow as I hit her on the left and then across the crack. None of it was a vicious whipping but the repeated smacking soon had her ass nicely reddened with raised welts. She was rocking her hips and was visibly wetter, I slipped behind her and placed the head of my aching cock at her entrance. “Yessss,” she hissed. “Yes what?” I taunted. “Yes, fuck me, tear me open!” I twisted my fist in her hair and pulled her head back as I slammed into her again and battered her sore cervix. She screamed from somewhere deep in her guts as I crashed into her again and I pulled harder on her head forcing her up and on her hands now. I reached under her and crushed her left tit with my hand as she lurched, jumped and writhed under my incessant fucking. I turned loose of her hair and she dropped her head as I took my right hand and started pressing on her clit and into the top of her hole along side of my stroking cock. She was verbally cursing me in between exclamations of ecstasy. She raised her head, thrashed her hair from one side and then the other and then backed into me with all of the force she could gather. I had lasted a while but as she started grunting and I felt her squeezing my cock, that was it and I dumped I don’t know how many surges of cum deep against her cervix. She collapsed under me and I on top of her, crushing her with my weight. We just laid, mated and groaning until I finally softened enough to slip from her abused cunt.

I got up to take a shower and she followed me in and climbed in, she dropped to her knees and sucked my overly sensitive cock to another spine racking cum. My ejaculation was somewhat subdued, comparatively, but it filled her mouth and she let it drool onto her chin, throat and tits before the shower washed it away.

The last time I saw Ingrid sexually was just after she was proposed to and had accepted the hand of her ideal man. I was truly happy for her and not the least bit jealous. We still talked and we still liked to take coffee together. This particular morning I has in running shorts and tennis shoes and was nasty sweaty from an early morning run. She was just now up, no make up (she really didn’t need it) and was wearing a long cotton night shirt. The marriage was in a couple of days and we both knew this was probably our last coffee together. Neither of us was really sad, but it was the end of an incredible series of fucks and we also both knew that we would be hard pressed to experience it or our morning coffees again. Her husband to be was a couple of years older than Ingrid, but he was fit and reportedly virile. I had no doubt he could make her happy.

We sat and talked and I asked her if she was having a bachelorette party and she sighed and said just her and some girl friends were going drinking but not really. “Too bad, I could have jumped out of a cake for the right prize. I’ll miss you.” She welled up only slightly and then she smiled. She stood and offered her hand, I stood and she knelt at my feet and pulled my shorts down. I was already thick and swelling from just being with her in that night shirt and with her proud nipples pushing on the fabric. She took my cock in her hand and lifted it out of the way. She then lavished my sweaty balls with a tongue bath and finished by sucking each one into her mouth and humming on it. The thrill almost made my knees buckle. She then tongued her way up the underside of my shaft, licked around the sensitive pons and crown and then stretched her small mouth over the head. She sucked in long and agonizingly slow strokes working almost the entire top half of my cock into her tight, hot mouth. I was dizzy and my legs were trembling as she drew off and kissed the eye. She pushed the tip of her tongue into the eye a little and I balled my fists and bellowed. She was killing me. She knew me well by now and new I was getting close. She made a heroic effort to push me into her throat, raising up to work downward onto my cock. She gagged and drooled all along the length and had taken almost three quarters before she pulled off and drew a ragged breath in. She pressed my aching cock head against her throat and looked into my eyes as she stroked its entire length. My slick cock was twitching as her hand, not quite able to close around it, slid up and down. I steadied myself on her shoulders and growled a deep cathartic growl as the pressure built against the seal she had made and finally cum exploded up and down her neck in a sticky spray. She cooed as she slid the head across and against her throat and face as the surges seemed to go on forever. Ropes laid across her cheeks and shot into her hair and with the back pressure released the cum kept pumping from the tip as my entire lower abdomen convulsed. The final surges ran down her neck, pooled at the clavicle and then ran over the edge soaking the top of her night shirt. She licked the cum off of the shaft and folded the shiny and softening dick back into my shorts. I dropped to my knees in front of her, she smiled, “I’ll miss you too.”

Epilogue
The reason Candy didn’t have custody of her son and was paying child support was that she had a real problem with alcohol. This became apparent as we were fucking each other. She had even made sergeant and had been demoted to a senior patrol officer by the time I knew her. I had heard from one of my neighbors who I had stayed friends with that she had a drunken melt down and was yelling and waving her gun around. The cops and supervisors came and I think she ended up losing her job over it.

Ingrid did indeed marry her ideal man. She’d have to be in her early seventies now but the last I heard about her was from the retailer she used to work for. She and her husband had just had a healthy baby boy when she was forty two I think. This was a year or so after that baby and she was pregnant again.