I nodded. It really was a dive, and—worse—there had been several shootings and sexual assaults there over the past year. “We were seated at a table enjoying a couple of drinks and listening to the music when I noticed Gail and this big black guy at a table near the end of the bar. They were doing everything but fucking at the table. I could see his hand up her dress and one of her tits was exposed for everyone to see. I tried to hide as we left, but Gail saw me. She threatened to tell our parents which would have been big trouble for me because they absolutely forbade me from going there. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t realize that it was an ongoing affair and I couldn’t ever imagine that she’d do that cock cage thing to you. It sounds terrible, but I’m not broken up over her death.
“I have a favor to ask. Daddy threw me out of the house. It’s okay. I should have left years ago, but I enjoyed the free rent and Mom’s cooking. I could use a place to stay for a few days while I find an apartment. Could I stay here with you?”
“Of course; your sister may have tortured me, but you were the only one who stood by me and supported me, so stay as long as you like. Tax season will be over in a few days and I’ll enjoy the company—besides, I can use some help disposing of Gail’s clothes. Maybe you’d like some of her jewelry. Need any help bringing your stuff in?”
“No, I just have a small bag and I’m sure you’re really tired. Go to bed. I’ll close up the house and crash in the guest room.” She stood and kissed my cheek before walking out to the curb for her clothes. By the time she returned I was in the shower rubbing out a long overdue orgasm. My cum splashed off the tile walls as I sagged back against the rear wall of the enclosure. “Damn,” I thought. “That was fucking overdue and just incredible.”
My legs were rubbery as I pushed off the wall and aimed the shower spray at my mess. Imagine my surprise as I turned to the shower’s clear glass door to see Amy standing there totally naked and rubbing her naked cunt. I was even more surprised when she exclaimed, “Oh, ‘Ronnie! Will you do that in my cunt next time? Please?”
I stepped out, seeing no reason to hide my body—the one she had already seen. “What are you doing here, Amy? You know the guest room has its own bath.”
“I’m here for the same reason why I came here to your house. I’ve always had really strong feelings for you. I think you already knew that, but I couldn’t do anything about them because of Gail. Now she’s dead and my stupid parents are no longer in the picture either, so I’m free…free to explore my feelings for you.”
By then she had pulled the towel from the rack and begun to dry my body as she leaned in for a tender kiss. Even at the age of thirty-six I felt my cock re-harden instantly. Gail had been thirty-four and I knew that Amy was seven years younger at twenty-seven. She was also a bit shorter at five feet four inches with a gorgeous slender body. Her B-cup breasts fit her tiny body spectacularly, riding high on her chest with puffy pink nipples and round light brown areolas that my hands found as soon as hers led me to them.
She moaned under my touch and as soon as she had dried me her hands led me to her oozing cunt. “That’s so nice, Ronnie. Play with my cunt. I’ve wanted that for so long. You can’t imagine the number of times I masturbated while dreaming that you were actually fucking me.”
I felt that I was in Heaven as Amy gently stroked my cock. Leaning down, I whispered, “I think I can make that happen.” Then we kissed—our first real romantic kiss, one that lingered for several minutes. Our tongues dueled and our faces were covered in spit when we broke it, but neither of us cared even a little. I kissed her again as I gently lifted her tiny body and carried her to my bed.
“Take me, Ronnie. Take me and fuck me good. Take me and make me your woman, the woman I’ve dreamed about being.” I moved between her legs, my cock feeling as though it was made of steel or titanium. I doubted that I’d ever been harder, even for my first time with Gail. Amy was incredibly wet as I rubbed my cock into her slit and began to press home. Amy was tiny, weighing less than a hundred pounds and her pussy was in perfect proportion to her body. She was, by far, the tightest of any pussy I had experienced as I pushed forward.
I could feel her vaginal walls press against my erection as I began my rhythm. It wasn’t long before Amy matched me thrust for thrust. I had plenty of staying power, having just cum hard only a few minutes ago. I must have been doing something right because Amy was shaking wildly under me and it only got worse as her orgasm neared. She was fucking me hard and screaming, “Fuck me, Ronnie. Fuck me! Fuck me!” Then it hit and I feared for her safety until she calmed down and her ragged breathing became regular. Then she looked up at me and smiled sweetly. “Oh, Ronnie!” Then she kissed me again as she moved her legs over my shoulders. “Oh, Ronnie—think we can do that again? I can’t wait to give you my ass…my virgin ass. That’s all yours, too just like every other part of me. Oh, Ronnie…fuck me and never stop. Oh, Ronnie…please!”
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I fucked Amy until neither of us could walk and then I fucked her again. We slept well into the morning. I phoned in to the office to tell them I wouldn’t be in. That was unheard of during tax season, but it was one of the benefits of being the boss. Amy called into her office, pleading illness and returning to our embrace once the call was ended.
We stayed in bed until my dick was as soft as putty and we were both covered in a mixture of semen and pussy juice. Our abdomens and thighs were sticky to the touch as I leaned on my side to bring Amy into another embrace. I was nuzzling her ear when I whispered, “I think we could both use a shower. Care to join me?”
“Gladly…if I can find the strength in my legs to stand and walk and may I suggest that we do something about dinner? You’re some lousy host, not providing me with food and drink.”
“I beg to differ,” I replied with a huge smile on my face. I think it was around three this morning that I gave you a mouthful of my finest.”
Amy was laughing as she elbowed me in the ribs. “That was great but I don’t think that spunk counts as real food. Let’s go! I’m ready for that shower.” I crawled off the bed, the sheets sticking to my skin as I turned to help my new lover to her feet. Arm in arm we strolled into the bathroom where I turned the hot water on while we used the toilet—Amy first. The water was scalding by the time I had flushed away my urine so I adjusted the temperature and we stepped in.
No sooner were we in the shower than Amy tiptoed up to give me another of her searing kisses. Then she grabbed the soap and rubbed it over my chest and back before reaching down to my cock and balls. Breaking the kiss, she bent forward to wash my legs and then it was my turn. Then we dried each other and dressed even though Amy’s choices were limited to her small overnight bag. Instead of an elegant restaurant we went out for pizza and beer even though Amy laughingly complained that beer always made her fart. “Uh oh, sounds like the guest room for you tonight,” I laughingly replied, as though that would ever happen.