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Copyright 1998, R. B. Morton II and C. L. Braxton, all rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the authors. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.
By RB Morton2 (khaan@mindspring.com)


RON:

When I placed the personal ad with the online service I was using, I pretty much did it just to see it anyone was going to answer it. Besides, the service was waiving the $2 fee!

I got a couple of early responses, which turned out to be duds. However, I was pleased someone had bothered answering.

The first serious answer I got was from a woman named Nikki. We would have really interesting E-mail and phone conversations but I knew nothing would come of it for I live on the East Coast and her on the West.

One evening, I logged onto the service and saw I had mail. Thinking it was another message from Nikki (things were really starting to get 'ugly' with our online romance), I was surprised to find a message tagged with an ID I didn't recognize. After reading the message, I became quite intrigued with the sender's frankness, so I answered it, not really expecting to get an answer.

Well, to make a very long story a bit shorter, I did get an answer. Lynn and I spent a considerable amount of time exchanging E-mail, talking in private chat rooms, and talking on the phone. Found she was a year younger than I, divorced, and not looking to get involved with anyone in a relationship (her last relationship with a guy lasted eight years and really didn't turn out as expected).

That was cool as far as I was concerned because my wife had just walked out on me and being bothered with a serious relationship was the last thing on my mind. Still, I have to admit being very taken with Lynn during this time; as I said a little earlier, she came across bold, brash, frank, and unashamedly honest and open. Even in those early days, she'd answer any question put to her with an honesty I'd forgotten existed in the world.

One of the things I found out about her early on was she had a deliciously filthy mind. Once, she invited me to have cybersex with her. Now, I usually made it a habit not to engage in such an activity, if for no other reason than it was completely pointless. I'd observe cybersex taking place online and found the participants really lacking in creativity and originality, often weaving impossible acts of pleasure which would defy imagination.

I had a feeling, though, this would be different. So, we 'got it on'.

One of the things about having sex in this manner is, in my opinion, it's so impersonal. It also requires a great deal of imagination which I have plenty of, don't get me wrong but I've always found it difficult to engage in cybersex because of how I go about making love.

However, this was quite interesting, to say the least! I won't bore you with the details, but after a few minutes, I had my cock out, going for what I know as Lynn and I seduced each other in cyberspace.

Some of our conversations got really intense, as we exchanged philosophies on life and I found myself very attracted to Lynn, painting a mental picture of this interesting person who, at this point, I'd never laid eyes on. Found out she was just as passionate as I am about living and loving and it wasn't long before I found myself falling in love with her.

Falling in love? You may be asking how such a thing could even be possible. However, to this point, you don't know the type of person I am. If anything I am perceptive and, over the years, I've learned to trust my instincts and my instincts told me that her honesty and openness were enough to do it for me. I remember telling her that if she wasn't careful, I'd fall in love with her, but I don't know if she believed me or not at the time. Still, I knew how I felt.

In the last set of messages before I actually met her, we got talking about fixing her computer's CD drive; apparently, it wasn't working properly. Directions to her place in Maryland were given and a date was set for me to come down and fix the problem, if possible. Then the strangest thing happened.

Lynn made it a point to lay out a set of 'rules' for coming to her home, telling me that no man of hers could come into her home without first giving her a big kiss and a hug, locking the door and taking his clothes off. I thought it kinda strange, but didn't really think much of it.

Until I had a chance to rethink what she had said. So I asked what I thought was a simple question: "Does this mean you want me to be your man?"

To which she said, "No that's not what I said."

Now I'm confused. "But, you said..."

Lynn replied, "I know what I said."

I started to debate the point, but decided against it. We talked about the computer problem some more before Lynn made it a point to tell me that she might not be able to behave herself when I arrived. She also told me she'd ravage me if given the chance.

During the time I waited to make my service call, I had visions of making love with this woman, often spending my time at home masturbating to my imagined vision of her (even though Lynn had described herself to me). The day before I journeyed to her home, I jerked off four or five times (a new personal record) in a row.

Part of me believed every word she ever said about what she'd do to me sexually when she saw me and part of me didn't. In my experiences, getting laid the very first time you met someone didn't happen very often. Finally, to save the wear and tear on my mind as well as my cock I put the matter to rest, resolving not to worry about it until I had a reason to.

Finally, the 'big day' arrives and I'm sitting at work, nervously counting off the hours and going over the route to Lynn repeatedly. Even though I tried to focus only on the repair job at hand CD drives can be very fussy for a number of reasons, my mind kept going back to her house rules and her 'promise' to make love to me.

Somehow, I make it through my workday. Gathering up some PC tools I figured I would need, I headed home to get a couple more things before heading south on I-95. Since I've never been to this particular part of Maryland before (it's on the way to Washington), my mind was focused on not getting lost and paying attention to the traffic. Reaching Baltimore, I knew she lived somewhere between B'more and DC, so I really started paying attention.

Finally, I see the exit I'm supposed to take (almost missed it by being in the wrong lane), homing in on the next landmark, the University of Maryland. As I turned onto the East-West Highway, I felt anxious even though (at that moment) I had no idea why. My anxiety increased as I followed Lynn's directions, congratulating myself on being able to find each change of direction while giving her big props for providing me with such an accurate set of directions.

I stopped at a gas station to refuel. I really didn't have any idea how far away she was when I began my trip, but I was prepared for tolls and stuff. Also, I didn't know that while sitting at that station, I was only five minutes away. However, I did notice I was really getting jumpy, my hands sweating a great deal more than they usually do. Talk about having butterflies in your stomach! I felt as if I had an entire colony of Monarchs doing extended flight exercises!

Fully gassed up, I go down about a half mile, making the next to last right turn. I know I'm close because there was the big tank owned by the local gas and electric company Lynn told me to look for. A final right turn, leaving only one left to make and I took the wrong one! Feeling pretty stupid, I get turned around and take the second left. Lynn had described her car to me and I parked next to it, shutting down the engine and making sure the doors were all locked in preparation to go inside.

Yet I sat there, as nervous as hell. Again, part of me was thinking about her plans for me. Telling myself I was being silly, I gather up my stuff and get out of the car. Into the building, up the stairs and, voila, there's her door.

Oh, Lord! My whole body is shaking and my hands feel like they're underwater! Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door, the anticipation of my first look at Lynn slamming into me so hard I thought I was going to piss myself. I hear someone coming to the door and think, "This is it!"

An aside, if it pleases you. I'm not a superficial person, preferring to judge a person on who/what they are rather than what they look like. Lynn had told me she had big tits and considered herself to be a Big Beautiful Woman my type of woman! Still, her selfportrait didn't do the real thing any justice at all, as far as I was concerned.

The door opens and there she is, dressed in a flowing, colorful caftan, which fit her just right. The scent of her perfume (I later found out it's Georgio's Red) greets me and, to my horror, I get an instant erection.

"You must be Ron! Come on in!"

I was complete bent out of shape. Not only was Lynn a great deal lovelier than she said, but I was at full arousal. Not really trusting my legs, I stepped inside. As I moved past her, I remember Rule #1, so after waiting for her to close and lock the door, I went back to her, certain of the stupid look on my face. I wanted to say something special, couldn't think of one damned thing, and just said, "Hi." Stepping closer to her (her perfume was driving me insane), I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.

When our lips met, I almost melted right on the spot! I could have just held onto her forever and would have had I not remembered the still-raging hard on I had. Now I'm really embarrassed there's no way for her to have not noticed it.

Lynn looks at me and asks, "What was that for?"

Duh. It took me a couple of seconds, but I finally answered her.

"Well, you did tell me that the first thing I had to do was give you a hug and a kiss... didn't you?"

She gave me the strangest look before smiling and replying, "Yes, I did. Well, come on in and make yourself at home."

My hormones are doing about Warp Nine as I take a seat on the sofa; Lynn took up a spot at the other end. Even though I am normally a complete gentleman, something inside of me just leaped off the deep end. I looked at Lynn and said, "Well? Come on over here." Without hesitation, she moves next to me and I proceed to place her head in my lap and, locking my lips onto hers, kissing her deeply.

Sweet Jesus, her lips were so soft! Our tongues were doing their version of a feeling out process when I momentarily came to my senses, remembering why I was here in the first place. Plus, I had completely forgotten about my friend, who was dutifully making a tent in my pants.

"Uh, I guess I'd better see about the computer, huh?"

Lynn looked up at me, smiled, and said, "I suppose so." Getting up (I really didn't want her to, believe me), she said, "Come on, I'll show you where the computer is."

I follow her into a room she'd set up to hold her computer equipment. After showing me where everything was, I set to the task at hand while Lynn sat on the daybed behind me. For some reason I still don't understand, I wound up taking my shirt off, noticing that the armpits of my T-shirt were completely soaked despite using a very effective antiperspirant. I felt stiff and a little uncomfortable and I suppose she noticed it, because she offered to rub my neck and shoulders for me.

As she began to massage me, I started to relax. Well, part of me was relaxed anyway. I found it increasingly hard to concentrate on finding the computer problem and said something like, "If you keep doing that, I'm not going to get this thing fixed."

So she stopped, returning to her seat on the daybed. Christ, I must have farted around with the computer for a few more minutes, frustrated that I couldn't figure out why the CD drive wasn't working. I stood up and, for the life of me, I just don't remember exactly what I did or said next. I remember stretching, making my erection that much more noticeable while noticing the very large wet spot on my pants.

As I stretched, my cock escaped the waistband of my underwear, smearing a generous dollop of pre-cum all over my navel and stomach. I was standing in front of Lynn, telling her I couldn't figure out what was wrong with the drive.

I remember taking her by the hands and helping her to stand, before embracing her again. I just had to feel her against me as well as to sample those incredibly soft lips. We kissed passionately, all the while, a part of me was yelling something about promising to behave myself. We broke our kiss (promise? What promise?) Then she said something about 'examining the merchandise,' and went on to unfasten my pants.

All I could do was stand there, looking stupid, as she unzipped me. My cock was protruding a full inch or more out of the waistband and, for a brief moment, I was mortified beyond anything I've ever experienced before. Lynn pulled my briefs down, completely freeing me. Taking it in her hand, she said, "Well, hello!" And covered me with her mouth.

Okay, the truth. I almost exploded right then and there and (another truth) I realized I really hadn't believed Lynn when she told me she was going to make love to me. However, I must have known the truth because I had stopped at the drugstore for condoms before I left.

Her lips on me were so... Jesus, I really can't find the words to describe it. I must have been oozing a stream of juices into her mouth as she sucked me gently, cupping my balls with her other hand. After what seemed to be a couple of days (it was actually only a few minutes), she lifted her head and looked up at me, smiling.

"Not bad," she announced. "Not bad at all."

I was too through, believe me and impressed at her boldness, to say the least. One bold act deserves another, so, I pulled her caftan over her head, exposing a very lovely set of lacy undergarments. Kneeling, I removed her panties, my head reeling at her intoxicating scent.

As I helped her step out of the panties, I got a look at the biggest clit I'd ever seen in my life! My God, that thing had to be an inch and a half long, if not two! Ready for surprise number two? As I closed my lips on it, I realized it was really that big and it wasn't even erect!

Talk about being in heaven? You have no fucking idea and that ain't no joke. Barely able to control myself, I sucked that monster into my mouth, savoring her musky scent and taste. Lynn moaned then squealed (I love that sound), her knees buckling slightly. Kneeling in front of her like that was exciting but hard on my neck. Combine that with her suddenly unreliable knees, I knew I wasn't done with her clit, so I laid her down onto the daybed.

Lifting her legs, I took another close up look at her pussy and especially that clit. The head was now fully exposed and the cool, collected part of my mind estimated her fully erect clitoris to be just over two fucking inches long and almost a half inch in diameter. Not that I gave a flying fuck, mind you I just had to get my mouth on it again. I went at her pussy like a starving man, all attempts at being genteel gone and forgotten as my passion consumed me and I consumed her.

Lynn's pussy was dripping juice like crazy as I feasted on her clit; I could feel them all over my face and running down my chin. She was cursing softly and I kept hearing that cute sound she makes, somewhere between and moan and a squeal, which encouraged me even further. I felt her clit jerk in my mouth I swear it was like sucking a man's cock, that's how large it had grown and she cried out again. At the same time, I experienced an orgasm so intense I actually looked at my cock, expecting to see sperm all over the carpeting, and finding none.

I stood and stretched out on top of her, kissing those lips again while massaging her massive breasts. Did I tell you I'm a 'tittie man?' I'm not sure how I did it, but I got that nightgown top off, revealing her large breasts and equally large nipples, which just had to have my attention!

As I sucked each one into my mouth, I could feel them growing harder and my self-control was rapidly leaving me. I would have done her right there on the spot and I wonder why I didn't. Anyway, we made our way to her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind us.

Once on her bed, I killed the light (I think it was me) and practically threw myself into her arms, kissing her. I remembered her hinting about a spot on her body that would drive her crazy and I set about finding it. I trailed my tongue along her jaw line and up the back of her ear before sucking lightly on her neck. Her sharp intake of breath told me I'd found that spot she was talking about and I lost it, almost coming close to biting her and drawing blood.

Moved down (reluctantly) to her breasts and lavished a great deal of attention on those huge nipples, licking, sucking and biting them. Beneath me, Lynn moaned and thrashed around a bit (apparently, Ron, she likes having her nipples really chewed on, huh) as I continued my assault on those pendulous globes of flesh and I experienced another orgasm.

Okay, I just had to get my face back into her hot pussy; it was if her clit was calling me and I didn't waste any more time getting there, sucking her fully into my mouth and laying a blistering attack on the exposed head with my tongue. Another moan/squeal and Lynn's hips arch up to meet my mouth as I find another sensitive spot and attack it.

Opening her legs wider and spreading her juice-drenched cunt lips with my fingers, I plunge my tongue into her pink slit, which stood out starkly against the darkness of her outer labia. I had my third orgasm as my tongue penetrated her, spreading her tight hole wide (or as wide as I could with my tongue) and I fucked her with my tongue while lapping up all the juice I could.

I lost track of how long I spent with my head between her legs. I also lost track of how many orgasms I had while eating her; I love giving head and here was the perfect pussy to eat! I was exhausted and, finally, stopped eating her, laying back to catch my breath.

A major mistake, believe me. My head hadn't hit the pillow good before Lynn was on me, kissing and licking my face. She latched onto my neck and I lost it, all control leaving me in an instant. I cried out, much to her delight, as she nibbled on my neck. She reached my ear and she had me screaming; you would have had to been in the room to know which one of us was the man, because the cries of pleasure that could obviously be heard were coming from me, not Lynn.

She sucked on my ear, driving my lust and passion way past the point I could deal with it and I knew I was in trouble. Lynn had to outweigh me by forty or fifty pounds (just a guess); as she leaned into me to gain better access to my ear, I was pinned, unable to escape her assault on me and I wanted very badly to get away from this sexual demon!

Lynn went from one ear to the other, making stops along my lips and neck. Then she went to work on my nipples, sucking so hard it hurt. I really thought she'd bitten one off! She was relentless while doing something that really freaked me out. The woman was, indeed, ravishing my body just as she'd promised and she was giggling and laughing while doing it, taking great delight in what was happening in her bed.

When she finally let my nipples go, I thought I'd have a chance to catch my breath wrong answer, fool. The woman looked at me, grinned, laughed, and dove facefirst onto my cock, sucking it in with long, delicious strokes. I had another orgasm and nearly came in her mouth again. Lynn took me as deep into her mouth as she could manage over and over and I was insane with lust and in tears. I was being taken apart piece by piece, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to prevent it.

I was humiliated because I didn't want her to stop either. Pulling myself together just a little, I managed to get her pussy onto my face, and tried to exact a little revenge, my passion driving me so much I almost bit her clit right off her body. I managed to make her back off a little as I gave her back-to-back orgasms but I knew I had taken about all I could take.

As we got untangled, she said that she was impressed with me, also saying that Martin would have been done a long time ago. Well, I know why this woman was one hellified sexual dynamo didn't she ever get enough?

I realize, in retrospect, that we've been at this for hours. I'm numb and just about at my wit's end. After another furious bout of pleasing each other orally, I just gotta cum; I've had God know how many orgasms without ejaculating and it's high time I got inside that tight hole of hers. Fumbling around with the condom, I managed to get it on (I hate the damn things, but we agreed I'd use one), only to have Lynn plunged my nowcovered cock into her mouth, spermicide and all. I didn't have time to be shocked at her action because another orgasm rippled through me, leaving me light headed. Afterwards, I position myself between her legs. Just as I began to enter her, she quietly asked me to take it easy because she didn't have a lot of room in there.

Yeah, right.

When I slid into her, I almost came immediately. Velvety soft and vise-tight, I plunged into Lynn's soaking wet sex, taking personal delight in the big gasp of breath she took as I spread her wide. When I hit her cervix, her eyes went really wide, and her mouth opened, even though nothing came out. Her face finally relaxed and a wide, beautific smile spread across her features. I spent some time fucking her like this but I remembered she said her all-time favorite was to be taken from behind. Before I got to that, I went through a few more positions, wanting (for some reason) to let her know I was knowledgeable of more than just being on top. Finally, I turned her over onto her tummy and urged her onto her knees, her ample ass waving invitingly in the air.

Standing behind her, I plunged into her, using my hands to spread her cute ass wide so I could watch my cock enter her. I'm here to tell you, it was an awesome sight! As I withdrew, her not-so-tight sheath turned inside out, sliding and clinging to my shaft, before I thrust into her again. Again.

Finally, I exploded, spurt after spurt of sperm rapidly filling that poor condom. An orgasm unlike anything I'd ever experienced ripped through me had I not been holding on to her, I would have dropped like a stone. My knees buckled and I couldn't breathe to save my life. I retained enough sense to get out of her before the condom completely overflowed...