What is wrong with that sexual organ she whispered to herself. Why wasn’t there a man whose curiosity could see beyond her size? She was 5'10, a size 16, 180 with 38DD boobs. As with so many times before she studied in detail each fold, she spread her legs wide. At twenty-two years of age it was perfect. Why wouldn't a man take delight in eating that? Reaching down she ran her fingertips over her genitals, they needed a closer shave.
Now her fingers took control again and as they swirled around a very sensitive clitoris the other hand searched for the vibrator until she remembered that it lay in pieces on the floor. Would she just wank with her fingers or get off the bed, go to the drawers and get another useless bit of plastic; where oh where is a real hard cock to penetrate her?
Charlotte looked at the time, 10:30pm, she wasn’t tired despite spending the last two hours bringing herself to orgasm. Opening a drawer she selected a fluorescent dildo, closed the drawer then changed her mind and walked through to the living area where she dumped the dildo while she fixed herself a cold fruit juice. Running her fingers once again over her pussy she made for the bathroom.
As once again her fingers brought her to a mediocre orgasm and she feared that she may remain an habitual, celibate, onanist all her life. Although the razor and foam lay ready beside her in the bathroom she had not been able to resist this self pleasure. Finally she succeeded in achieving a close shave of her genitals. Such smoothness did she achieve that it took all her willpower to resist yet more finger play at her pussy.
Naked she headed to the bedroom where it was inevitable that she would again ...
… there was a loud knock at the front door! Charlotte stopped as if turned to stone. Her mind raced. Who? Why? No answer came to mind, Nobody... Nobody... ever called at her apartment. She finally moved to the door then the realisation hit her that she was naked. A louder, more insistent rap on the wooden door startled her to rush to get a robe which she hurriedly wrapped around her body. With the security device on she cautiously opened the door.
A pizza box was thrust out almost in her face. She pushed it back yelling that she didn't eat the filthy stuff let alone order one. The guy at the end of the hand came into focus. He was the tall, slim dishy guy she had seen at the mall and remembered that they had talked as they waited to buy a snack at a bar. He had explained that he didn't eat the products at the fast food outlet where he worked.
As Charlotte prepared to demand why he was at her apartment he volunteered that he was using the pizza as a ploy to get to see her. He got her address from a card she had dropped at the mall. Oh, and could he come in?
What did he want? Why was he there so late? And no he couldn’t come in, she didn’t know him from Adam. Hans, he explained that was his name, told her that from the day that they had chatted at the mall he had wanted to see her again but the opportunity hadn’t arisen. Her pretty face and her curves had captivated him. Armed with her address and a pizza box, there was no pizza in it, he had had to wait till the end of his work shift to try find her.
Her hands described the bulk of her body as she asked incredulously if Hans was blind or had gotten the wrong girl. No he wasn’t and no he hadn’t, he knew precisely who he wanted, and it was she, Ms. Charlotte Benitto. Charlotte shivered. Was this a stalker? A serial killer? He didn’t look so and he had been so easy to talk with at the mall. Could she, would she take the chance? God, he was so damned dishy.
Charlotte let the guy in then panicked as she saw how untidy was the room. She rushed around tidying but one thing seemed to stand out above all other in the entire room; the fluorescent pink dildo that she had discarded there before shaving. It lay there mocking her. Too bad, it would have to stay, as moving it now would only bring attention to it.
Like a good girl, after seating him she offered Hans a drink which he politely refused. He chatted naturally but in her confused state Charlotte was able to contribute little.
Finally Hans got to his feet, walked to where the dildo lay and picked it up. She thought that she would die on the spot and hoped it would be quick. He ran it through his hands, stroked it as if it was his own cock, even used it like a policeman's baton whacking into the palm of his hand. Blushing bright red the girl grabbed the offending article from his grasp. Hans gently assured her that if she would be his girl there would never be need of such a thing again.
As she just stood there dumbfounded Hans moved to her, pulled her body to his and kissed her briefly on the lips, when she didn’t cry out, slap him or knee him in the balls he kissed her again. This time a long, breathtaking, passionate kiss. Her arms reached up around his neck and pulled him to her. It was she that took the decision to part his lips with her tongue and define just how they would kiss.
As the pair kissed Charlotte was aware that the robe that she hurriedly threw on was not tied and began to reveal more and more of the nakedness beneath it. Dropping her hands she tugged at the garment trying to make it secure. Hans broke off his kiss, took her hands and stood back. His eyes feasted on the bare flesh of her breasts and belly as they proudly displayed between the sides of the robe. He once again kissed her lips then began to plant little kisses down her neck. His lips were like a butterfly impatiently hopping from one area of delicious flesh to another.
At her large breasts he paused covering both with little sucking kisses. At each areola he indulged himself sucking noisily and nibbling at each teat. To a girl that had not experienced such passion from a man Charlotte's pussy began to flood as she had never thought possible. She was tempted to drop a hand to the juicy area and play as was her habit. But Hans' lips were now travelling over her voluptuous belly, dallying to tease her navel with his strong tongue. She had heard of people pinching themselves to be sure things were really happening and she felt just that way right now.
With each kiss and delicate suck Hans whispered softly how gorgeous he found each part of her. Such beautiful large tits, a generous belly, ample thighs... So excited became the girl that her legs began to shake and she feared that they would not continue to support her for much longer. Her visitor was immediately aware and without ceasing his oral adoration of her body moved her to a couch where he gently lowered her to the cushions. He opened wide the robe and after feasting his eyes on her bare flesh removed the garment.
Charlotte lay on her back with one foot on the couch and bent at the knee, and one foot on the floor, leg outstretched. Her pussy was fully exposed and vulnerable to her man. Hans was enthralled by the sight of what he then described as the most perfect pussy. Adding that although it was beautiful he preferred a neatly trimmed patch to further enhance her mound. He knelt on the floor, lowered his head, paused to look up at Charlotte's beaming face then slowly kissed his way up her thigh until she could feel his hot breath on juices that exuded from within her pussy. Running her fingers through his thick black hair the girl gently pulled his head closer to her hot, wet flesh. She was rewarded by her first experience of a tongue lapping at her labia. Why had it taken so many years for her to experience this heaven?
As soon as Hans' seemingly expert tongue begun to wriggle between her outer lips and tease the inner lips from their hiding place Charlotte's need to reach her fingers to her groin began to melt away. If only these moments could last forever. If only Hans would love her and make love to her until time ended. But she had to be realistic, he was so obviously experienced at love-making and she was now fast becoming just one of his conquests. She was so obviously not the type of girl that he was without a doubt able to attract. So great was her need to be fucked that she would give herself to him even on this first meeting, Why, she may in future even have the opportunity to boast that she had fucked the tall handsome guy from the pizza place.
Where previously only her fingers had pleasured her, now this handsome guy's mouth sucked and his tongue lapped and probed. Still there was an instinct to follow her habitual routine when her fingers moved to from mound to clit to lips to her canal to her ass and back again, repeated time and time again almost automatically. This man's technique brought home to her how shallow were the pleasures that masturbation had provided compared to those that a person could provide. Yes, the instinct was to persuade him into her ways, but that could come later, if there was to be a 'later' with this beautiful man.
Not satisfied with making an oral feast of her blood filled and soaking pussy, one of Hans' hands kept busy massaging and moulding her tits, his fingers gently but firmly nipping and rolling her nipples that stood out so proudly. The other caressed her belly, a finger dipping and tickling her navel then moved to Charlotte's mound where it took pleasure in the softness and smoothness of the flesh. Circling over her clitoris as hers had always done but giving infinitely more pleasure just because it was a man's hand, his hand.
Even at this advanced stage in their love-making Hans had remained clothed in his tee-shirt and jeans. The girl now knew that soon she would experience the guy's cock inside her but what was it like? Porn sites had pics of guy's cocks and she almost drooled over many as she dreamed of holding one in her hand, and feeling one filling her pussy. She had heard too that some guys were blessed with long dicks whilst others had small ones. Were small ones ineffective? Were long ones too long? Were fat ones too painful to open her virginal pussy? Were... Charlotte's thoughts stopped right there as a wave of delicious and intense pleasure swept through her entire body. For the first time ever she had not been responsible for her own orgasm. Hans looked up from her convulsing pussy and grinned. Charlotte held out her arms begging him to kiss her. With her juices on his mouth they kissed passionately. Never had her pussy honey tasted as good, not on fingers that she had sucked after masturbating herself.
Charlotte's hand tried to find Hans' zipper but she was far to excited. The guy stood up ripped off his tee-shirt then is pants and boxers and almost threw himself on top of the girl. For just a second she saw it, his cock, then as he settled between her large thighs, almost without guidance the head found her begging pussy lips. With such gentleness he eased his hard flesh between Charlotte's labia, she was thrilled that there was no discomfort, no pain just an exquisite and incredible sensation.
Hans pressed his ample cock deeper into this wondrous girl. He had found his perfect partner, and he hoped and prayed that she would pick him from all the other guys that must surely beg her to be theirs.
That night knew no end. Charlotte learned to suck his cock, to stroke it, and it felt so good to hold it and to be in charge of making him cum. She had never dreamed that she would enjoy so much accepting his juice in her mouth, savouring it and then swallowing. To crown her perfect night he taught her how they could at the same time please each others' genitals in what Hans called a '69'. He promised that in time he would show her that anal sex could be even better for her. She couldn’t wait.
Hans' cellphone burst into life, he looked at the heavenly face on the pillow beside him in the bed, checked the time, 9:30am, read the text from his boss, and turned off the phone. He kissed Charlotte's lips and she stirred. To her question he answered, yes again... and again... and again... forever.
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