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What up this Calvin GET READY I'M FINALLY HERE!!! A little story for your reading pleasure: The scent of our lovemaking still lingered as I prepared to go to work. I told my new lover that I would be back midshift in order to pick her up and bring her to the job so that we could keep each other company then go site seeing. I kissed her pretty light skinned forehead as I placed a note beside her warm nude body. As I drove in my jeep to work I could not help but reminisce on the passionate lovemaking that was made the night before. I had entered her world twice. She had me to stop the first time because she claims that I was pushing her uterus up to her chest. I could not help but smile at the thought that my new lover feels that I am blessed and well endowed in certain areas. Twice I entered her warmth and felt the juices of her womanhood lap over my erected obelisk. Twice that night obeyed her commands to stroke her harder as she grabbed my buttocks in an effort to position my hips closer to hers; hence forcing my tool deeper inside of her. Twice that night I thrusted in an out of her ever-receptive love canal with varying speeds. Fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, slow, slow, slow, slow and deep, slow and deep, deeper still; then fast and deep! Deep inside the center of womanhood. So deep until I could not go any further. Twice that night she amazed me by swiveling her hips as I was in her deepest part to churn my %#&@$! inside of her %#&@$! as both of her legs were spread out above my head. She would take them off of my shoulders to hold them with her hands further separating her lips and allowing me to stroke more freely. "Is this how you like it?" I asked as I wailed upon her punani over and over. "YES YES YES!!!" She proclaimed as I quickened the pace varying the length of my strokes. Surprising the cat was my goal; that and to make it do flips at my will. After bringing her to orgasm twice that night (and getting my scratches on my back in the process). I had a well deserved release. Taking into consideration the fact that my guest for the weekend drove 4.5 hours in the rain to see me in person for the first time; I felt it was my duty to not only cook her a tasty dinner then draw a bubble bath, I felt that I had to make night one with her special. Its what she deserved!!! Having picked up my new lover and taking her to my job so that we could keep each other company, she was able to access my second screen name and hence determine my alter egos identity. She was only supposed to check her e-mail and offline messages. We both chuckled as she read the note telling her what I wanted to throw her on my desk at the job and have my way with her when she came to visit. I was surprised that she had not seen these messages prior to her arrival. After driving home and eating, she asked me to give her another massage. She stated that her back and neck were in pain from the previous night?s activities. I smiled as I took out my massage oil and asked her "Did you enjoy yourself?" She replied "Very much, did you?" I stated that I did. She proclaimed "You must have because at one point you forgot were you were." I answered with "Oh I knew where I was alright, you just did not understand the question; but you will and you'll give the right answer this time around I'll see to that." As I poured the oil within my hand she took off her bra. Her skirt and top were already hug in the closet promptly after indulging in my mouthwatering meal. Now my pallet watered for a meal of a different sort. Using both hands I rubbed the base of her neck first. I slowly worked my way down to her back with small circular patterns, taking time to use both hands on areas that felt tenser than others. I then removed her lace panties as she pivoted her hips in an upward motion. My new lover has a mound that would make Venus jealous. I approached it with care as I kneaded her buttocks like two oversized platters of dough soon to be transformed into the freshest pastry that anyone ever sampled. And I, I was the baker. At this point I had to thank my heavenly father above for the opportunity to be with a beauty such as she. I continued down to her legs making sure to gingerly separate layers of muscle as I massaged each thick and tantalizing thigh. Using my hands I rubbed her body as if I were engaged in an act of worship, an act of passion, an act of love. I reached for her clitoris and began to twirl it in an effort to make her wet. She commanded that I use less pressure and I quickly adjusted so as not to bruise my lovely flower. Moments later I placed my longest finger in the depths of her crevice. Deeper and deeper I went until I could hear a soft moan. At this point I knew I had found my way home and proceeded to insert another finger. A sigh was let out signaling me to place another digit into her yearning love canal. After massaging her internal muscles with my phalanges I decided that another appendage was in order. Having placed my condom on my %#&@$!, I entered her world for the third time. At first I merely gave her the long deep strokes that I knew she could handle. I then began to vary my strokes in length assuring that each part of the nani was catered to by my probe. Again upon receiving connecting with her cervix she twisted her hips in an effort to maximize penetration. I thought to myself "This girl can work!" Now it was time to give her what she enjoyed most. Now was the time to it to her the way I knew she wanted it. Now was the time to speed up the thrusts of my chocolate dingo...man. And that I did. I rammed myself into and out of her %#&@$! at a quick rate. I pulsated that %#&@$! to the point where she could do nothing but moan. "UUUGGHHH" she cried over and over. The more she moaned the more I would treat her to a round of pulses. It was time to ask her two questions "WHO'S %#&@$! IS THIS!" I demanded to know "ITS YOUR %#&@$!!!!" she prolaimed. Again I asked her "WHO'S %#&@$! IS THIS?" She repeated the answer as I knew she would "ITS YOUR %#&@$!!!!" Yet again I asked her---for verification purposes--- "WHO'S %#&@$! IS THIS!!!" She answered loudly "IT?S YOUR %#&@$! BABY YOU KNOW ITS YOURS!!!" At this point my second question was in order "WHERE AM I NOW!?!" I asked. I repeated myself twice "WHERE AM I NOW??? WHERE AM I NOW!?!" Before she could say anything I answered for her as I penetrated deeper and deeper into the center of her physical being "I AM IN MY %#&@$! AREN'T I!?!" "YES! YES! YES! YOU ARE IN YOUR %#&@$! AND YOU CAN HAVE YOUR %#&@$! ANYTIME YOU WANT IT BABY!!!" "This is your %#&@$! and you can have it any time you want!!!" Those were the last words I can recall as we drifted off to sleep. As we lied there in each other?s arms we breathed in each other?s essence; entangled and fulfilled. I woke up and made my queen another meal. She told me that she would eat anything that I made for her. This let me know that the food was not as important as the fact that I prepared for her. I woke her up with a kiss and told her that dinner was ready. Once again we ate to candlelight. "I've never slept so much before." She claimed. "You put something in my drink didn't you?" I replied "No, you?re tired from the long drive, and uhhm well you know." We chuckled because we both knew why she was soo tired. After she took another bubble bath, we retired to the bedroom. Lying on the bed I began to kiss her softly on her neck. I slowly worked my way down her back then slowly licked my way to her breasts. I took off her bra and began to suck upon her nipples. My sips became stronger and stronger as I flicked my tongue back and forth. I used the other hand to squeeze the free breast; then used my fingertips to titillate the tities. Slowly I moistened the fingers of my free hand and reached towards her awaiting %#&@$!. Her legs parted with ease allowing me to fondle her clitoris. Playing with her clitoris for some time, I knew it was time to take off her panties. I then got up to place a condom on my black tool. Having sipped on some cognac I turned to find my lover with her fingers twirling her hot spot. She licked her fingers only to place them back where they were. In an almost jealous tone I said, "Sweetie let me do that. After all that?s my job." I played with her cat briefly, then placed my hard shaft inside of her. OHHH she moaned. I took my %#&@$! back and forth deeper and deeper as she held me close with her loving arms. The memory of her arms draped around my neck; one hand on caressing my back the other stroking my chocolate bald head are ones that I will always cherish. Keeping my dick inside my lover's %#&@$! while walking across the room is something that I have done several times. My goal was to take her to the other room. Unfortunately, my %#&@$! slipped out and my libido died down. She said, "Well since I had to stop last night I can?t be upset with you now." I agreed. Forty minutes and a few gulps of cognac later I felt like an undergrad. As I placed my shaft inside of her she noticed a difference. "EEWW, let me ride that dick while its nice and hard baby!!!" I told her "Yeah but lets go into the weight room." "You can straddle me on the bench and get maximum penetration." As she climbed on top of me and placed my dick in her %#&@$! she said, "That wont be necessary." This light skinned beauty then began to ride my %#&@$! like a champion. Up and down she bobbed. Back and forth she moved her waist, taking me in deeper and deeper with each pivot of her hips. Grabbing another old trick from my bag of undergrad %#&@$!s; I made a thrown for my queen to enjoy. With my shoulder blades pinned to the bed, I planted my feet on the bed and raised my hips as high as I could allow my lover to experience maximum penetration. Popping my hips every few stokes in order to keep that %#&@$! off balance is what I did during and after I assumed the thrown position. Finally my lover commanded "Lye still!!!" At this point all time stopped. My lover whipped her %#&@$! back and forth upon my dick with the speed of a Humming Bird's flapping wings. Back and forth her coochie popped. Forth and back she twisted my dick deeper and deeper inside of her walls. All that I could do is enjoy her enjoying me as I gripped and smacked her lovely round %#&@$!. She rode me and rode me well. She rode me until she could not ride me any further. Finally, with sweat drenching her torso she separated from me and proclaimed "My legs are tired." I asked her if she wanted me to mount her but she again replied "No, my legs are too tired." Although I went to sleep with a hard dick and a lover whose back was facing me, not wanting to cuddle, I don't regret that night. Whhheeww man that was a toe curling exprience!!! Lying with her back towards me she drifted off to sleep. Once again there I was, with a hard dick and a lover that did not feel like cuddling that night. The next morning I made breakfast for us as she took another bubble bath. We returned to my bedroom and we began to kiss passionately. I reached for my bag of condoms and placed two of them on as I usually do. I began to ride my lover after mounting her enjoying the place that I had become so familiar with so quickly. After enjoying several lavish strokes of my phallic, we reversed positions. She climbed on top of me and again rode my %#&@$!. Bobbing up and down on my dick she seemed to be enjoying herself. All of the sudden she stopped. She had a far away look upon her face as if she were remembering something or someone. I asked her to continue but she lied there in deep thought. I then asked her if she wanted for me to take the top position and she said no. "What time is it?" she asked before announcing that she had to get ready to leave. This was two hours earlier than we had planned so of course I was rather surprised. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "I don't want to talk about it." I asked her several other times later but I still received the same answer. "Are you still coming with me?" she asked, and I said "of course. It?s the least I can do." After all my beauty had traveled 4 hours in the rain on bald tires and a broken headlight. I felt compelled to see to it that she got home safely. On the way home I again asked her what was wrong. I figured it was one of two things. She either thinking of her child that was at the baby sitters for the weekend or she was upset that I did not "Kiss what she twists" as she put it. I asked her "Do you want to pull over so that I can eat your %#&@$! right now?" I would have too, for her as well as for myself. You see I hated the fact that I might have left her unfulfilled. Even though she stopped our activities three times that weekend knowing that I still had some more to give her. Although I promised myself "No more orals with an untested partner" I would have went down on her. I could picture it. The car pulled over somewhere close enough to the highway to hear the cars zoom by. Her jeans down around her ankles, with her legs cocked in the air and her back and bare %#&@$! on the back seat of her car. And me with my face buried in her %#&@$!. Using my tongue to pry her %#&@$! lips apart then working my way up and down her slit after finding her clitoris and sipping it gently, allowing the sucking feeling to drive her crazy with pleasure. Taking deep laps of her %#&@$! as I put my mouth to her %#&@$!'s entrance and go deeper and deeper. My lips on her lips, I would enjoy the texture of the skin just beneath her bush as I grab and squeeze her mound. She could then "Twist as I kiss" her, helping me to further enjoy the moist, cavern which she uses to %#&@$! my face. My tongue would flitter about her clitoris for the longest until it is time again to relish in the joy of having her lips engulfed by my lips as I revel in the texture of skin that has the springy feel of broiled mushrooms. Ahh yes those bouncy lips being rubbed so softly, yet with such passion as to feel almost ravished by my mouth. But alas this was not to pass. Instead we talked about this and that and how she missed her little man. After picking up her child she took me to the station where I took the greyhound bus home. Since the bus was about to pull off, I did not get a kiss goodbye. I did however, get one or two phone calls that week. Hopefully, she and her son are doing just fine. I often reminisce about that weekend and how she did very little besides sleep, eat and make love. Every weekend should be so nice.