Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2017 14:37:25 -0700
From: Jim J <aadirtyoldmaninphx1@gmail.com>
Subject: Olivia

Olivia  (A "Cum Diaries" Story)


The "Cum Diaries" are fictionalized accounts of stories told to me by my
readers, in this case, of my long format story, "Jill". This was told to me
by a young woman from Central America.



Prologue

"Dammit."

Olivia looked down between her legs as she sat on the toilet. A few drops
of deep red blood dissipated to a light pink as they slowly spread out over
the surface of her dull yellow urine.

"I didn't think I was due to start until tomorrow," she muttered to
herself. Reaching for her cell phone on the vanity top, she checked her
calendar. Sure enough, she was a day early, or at least twelve hours or
so. Now her cramps would begin while she was in class the next day.

"Dammit."

Not that it mattered much. She didn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend or
lover of any sort other than her fingers...and they didn't care about a
little blood...though they did seem to have a mind of their own.

As she started to wipe herself, she felt a familiar tingle race through her
groin. She leaned back against the toilet bowl, her legs trembling
slightly. Her clit swelled against her finger. She rubbed
harder...faster...until a quick sharp orgasm flooded through her body. As
the climax ebbed away, she slumped back, satisfied and unsatisfied at the
same time.

She really needed a lover, someone kind and tender...and most of
all...knowledgeable and experienced. All her friends had boyfriends or were
married already, except for Isabella and Rosa. They were roommates and
Olivia suspected they were lovers as well.

Her friends all told her she was good looking, with firm c-cup breasts,
slim waist and taut ass. Her dark brown hair flowed down to the middle of
her back. Her grandmother hectored her constantly about finding a man,
getting married and making her some grand babies.

At twenty and in her third year in the university, Olivia was still a
virgin...mostly. The flimsy membrane that was the definitive proof
disappeared long ago with a tiny pinch at the end of a hair brush handle.

There had been a guy in her first year at university she really liked.
After a couple of dates, their contacts became more intimate. A thrill
coursed through her whole body the first time he gingerly touched her
breast and again when she first brushed her hand across the cock bulging in
his jeans when they kissed. At last one night, he reached down between her
legs and she gladly spread them for his hand to rub her warm pussy through
her wet panties.

Yet, she was afraid to let him fuck her. She gladly jerked him off, even
sucked his cock a couple of times, but as much as she wanted to, she never
let him slide his hard cock into her pussy. Frustration grew for them both,
with hand jobs and finger fucking leaving them aroused but unfulfilled.

While thrashing against his tongue one evening, her hips raised up and he
slipped down to rim her ass. She shuddered and pushed back against the
probing tongue. He rolled her on her belly and ever so gently rubbed the
tip of his throbbing cock against her tight asshole.

Olivia groaned her approval, pushed back and he slipped into her ass a
short way, pulled out and pressed in a little deeper. She moaned, the pain
and pleasure both overwhelming and arousing. She reached back and fingered
her clit and fucked him back hard. He grunted and after a half dozen
thrusts, she could feel his warm cum gush into her and seep down her thigh.

They remained lovers for the rest of that term. Every chance they had, he
would lick and suck her clit and pussy until she climaxed on his face, then
fill her ass with sticky warm cum or sometimes pull out to jerk off on to
her dark pussy hair while she fingered her clit. He left at the end of the
term and didn't return.

She never saw him again nor did she ever tell anyone else how much she
enjoyed being fucked in the ass or feeling warm sticky cum gush on to her
pussy. Since then, her only lovers were her two hands, but her pussy often
clenched, and many times she masturbated, remembering that hard cock
pounding in and out of her as cum dribbled down her leg.


The Introduction

Her reverie was broken when her mother called her to the kitchen. She
fished a tampon out from under the sink and slid it inside her pussy, not
for the first time wishing it was a man's hard cock.

Her black party dress hung on a hook on the door. She slipped it over her
head and smoothed it down over her hips and around her perky breasts. The
front dipped provocatively down between her tits with a seductive hint of
their true fullness. The hem ended at mid thigh, framing her slim legs. She
giggled thinking how her grandmother would frown, considering such a dress
a wanton display.

They expected a large number of family and friends for a party in the
garden and her mother needed some help. The kitchen was already crowded and
bustling with three neighbors chopping and dicing a huge pile for fresh
vegetables and fruits. A few younger kids carried the loaded dishes out to
the tables. Other neighbors were arriving carrying covered dishes or
coolers with beer and soft drinks.

She knew everyone, of course. The entire street was like a huge extended
family, from the older women who changed her diapers to the youngest kids
she had cared for at one time or another herself. She moved easily from one
person or group to another, a tender touch here, a shallow hug there,
always a kind word and a broad smile. Even the occasional pat on her ass
from the old men as she passed was a joy.

From across the way, she saw Humberto talking to someone she didn't
recognize with his back to her.  Humberto was about ten years older than
her, lived across the street and down two doors. She knew him her whole
life. He was a plumber who probably had been in every kitchen and bathroom
in the entire neighborhood at one time or another. She also knew there were
a few bedrooms he frequented during the day when other men worked
elsewhere.

When he spotted her, he waved excitedly, beckoning her to join him. As she
approached, the stranger turned and her breath caught in her throat. The
man looked to be in his early forties, about 1.8 meters tall and compactly
muscled. His curly black hair had a touch of gray at the temples. His face
was rugged and deeply tanned, with dancing blue eyes that smiled as
brightly as his mouth.

Humberto happily introduced him as Benigno, the owner of a Peruvian
restaurant in the arts district near the university where he had recently
done some work.  Benigno took her extended hand, bowing deeply as he
brought it to his lips for a light kiss. A bolt like electricity went from
her hand directly to her pulsing pussy.

"The pleasure is all mine," he crooned letting her hand fall from his and
standing straight again. "You are a very lovely young lady and a gracious
host."

It was all she could do to maintain her composure as the banal conversation
welled up around her and Benigno. After a few moments, she excused herself
to attend to other guests. From time to time she sneaked a look in his
direction and every time his eyes were locked on her. The few times their
eyes met directly, her pussy clenched and throbbed.

Her duties kept her busy for the next hour or so. The next time she looked,
neither Humberto or Benigno were anywhere to be seen. By that time, many
had already left and the others assisted her mother clean up and put things
away.

In her room, she stripped off the black dress and carefully hung it in the
closet. She was tired and felt the first twinges of the cramps that would
make the next day miserable.

As she lay on the bed, her mind wandered back to those piercing blue eyes
and rugged face. She slipped one hand inside her panties, her pussy warm
and wet beneath her fingers. Pinching a nipple just increased the growing
arousal in her groin. She rubbed her clit harder and harder, stretching out
the orgasm as long as she could while muffling her cries with a pillow. The
climax helped ease the discomfort of the cramps and she fell asleep with
her hand still inside her panties.

The morning light slowly brightening the room through the sheer curtains
over her window.  She awoke with a shadowy vision of Benigno's bright blue
eyes dancing in her head. A cramp clutched her stomach and she breathed
rapidly until it subsided. Her panties were damp, pulled slightly into her
pussy slit by the growing moisture.

She groaned and let her fingers roam until the hard bud of her clit
tingled, a familiar pleasure seething out from her pussy to engulf her legs
and arms and entire body. She stifled a cry by biting the back of her other
hand as the morning orgasm peaked and held her in its grip for more than a
minute.

The warm shower washed away the sleep still in her head and the accumulated
blood and juices seeping from her pussy. She dressed in tight jeans and a
brightly colored blouse that showed off her lithe body, firm tits and taut
ass then headed off to her morning classes.

It wasn't until four days later that she saw Humberto again, bent over with
his head and arms buried under the hood of his old truck. Since the party,
she masturbated at least once a day, telling herself it helped relieve the
cramps that stopped after the second day. Each time, she thought about
Benigno, his striking eyes, his rugged tanned face, his taut body.

Her pussy clenched as she walked over to talk to Humberto, slapping him on
the ass to get his attention. His head shot up, banging the bottom of the
hood.

"Wha ...what," he howled rubbing his head. "Oh hi Ollie, why did you do
that?"

"I wanted to get your attention."

"Well you did. So why?"

"Tell me about the guy at the party last weekend."

"I did tell you, owns a restaurant in the arts district," he responded then
smiled devilishly before rummaging around in his truck for something.

""And I almost forgot. He asked me to give you this, his cell number, and
to ask you to give him a call anytime."

"You waited four days to give me this?" she practically screamed at him.

Olivia grabbed the bit of paper and punched Humberto in the arm before
turning to her house. She heard him laughing in the background before going
back to banging around in his truck.

Her pussy twitched as she quickly walked to her room, closing the door and
stripping off her jeans before even getting to the bed. She lay looking at
the small piece of paper. Her other hand found its own way down her belly
and under the waistband of her panties. She moaned lowly and rotated her
hips against the finger rubbing her tender clit. As her orgasm began, she
slipped two fingers inside her pussy pumping harder and harder to keep the
climax at its peak for as long as possible.


The Meeting

It took Olivia two additional days and three progressively more explosive
orgasms to work up the nerve to contact Benigno.  After the last, she
texted him a short message while still quivering in a puddle of her own
pussy juices. He responded enthusiastically before her trembling even
stopped.

They typed back and forth to each other for a few minutes, finally agreeing
to meet for a drink at his restaurant on Sunday afternoon. She masturbated
again with the now silent cell phone resting between her tits.

For the next few days she was in a constant uproar trying to decide what to
wear. At one point or another she pulled out and tried on every outfit she
owned, in just about every combination imaginable.

Sunday morning came and she couldn't resist fingering herself again before
getting up from her bed. She pulled the blanket up to cover the wet spot
before going into the shower. She had at least three hours before she
needed to catch the bus that would take her to Benigno's restaurant. She
wasn't at all sure that would be anywhere near enough time to properly
prepare herself.

Olivia finally settled on a short dark green skirt that billowed out from
her hips slightly and a bright yellow blouse she could leave unbuttoned to
the very top of her frilly dark red bra with matching hip hugger
panties. Choosing a perfume proved another momentary challenge but after
dabbing a bit of her most expensive behind both ears, she just tossed the
small bottle in her purse. It was not a short bus ride.

Walking the last two blocks from the bus stop seemed to take forever. The
street was fairly crowded with couples and groups and families, window
shopping and coming and going from the many restaurants and bars lining
both sides of the street. At last she spied Benigno's place half way down
the block across the street.

She was momentarily blinded walking into the dark entrance when leaving the
bright afternoon sun. Blinking as her eyes adjusted she saw Benigno look up
from the dais in front of the main dining room. He broke into a dazzling
smile and rushed over to her, extending his hands to grasp both of hers
before bending over to kiss the back of one.

"I am so happy to see you," he exclaimed, "you look absolutely
beautiful...a goddess!"

Olivia blushed with the flowery greeting, but her pussy clenched looking at
the handsome older man gushing over her appearance and presence. He led her
to a small alcove off of the main dinning room. A tall waitress with long
black hair, ample tits and a round ass appeared at their side to take his
order for them both. Her drink never quite emptied the rest of the
afternoon as they talked.

And they talked and talked.

With a gentle ease, he inquired about her family and her school, her goals
and ambitions and probed without intruding about any relationships or
boyfriends.

He expansively told her about himself as well. He was divorced the past
three years. His former wife tired of the long and demanding hours of his
business, the lack of personal time and literally ran off with the
mailman. They had no children so the break up was remarkably amiable, he
even occasionally hosted her and her new husband at the restaurant. Olivia
sat enthralled and aroused listening to him. He was so charming, funny and
intelligent.

The afternoon turned to early evening before she knew it. She noticed the
growing darkness as she walked from the restroom where she dabbed her damp
panties partially dry again before returning to the table. Benigno stood
talking to the tall waitress as she approached.

"I really must get going, the last bus to my neighborhood leaves soon," she
said with a sigh.

"Oh no, no!" Benigno exclaimed, "I would not think of letting you take the
bus home alone at night, not a pretty young girl like you. I will drive
you."

"That is not...."

"I insist," he interrupted her with a wave of his hand, "and besides it
gives me a precious few more minutes to bask in your presence and inhale
that marvelous perfume!"

Olivia blushed as she allowed him to lead her to his car in the back
parking lot.

When he stopped the car in front of her house, he turned to look at
her. She could feel the dampness building in her panties.

"I want to thank you for a wonderful afternoon...and evening," she said as
calmly as she could manage, her heart thumping in her chest.

"The pleasure was entirely mine, beautiful lady," he murmured, taking her
hand and raising it to his lips for another kiss. "I would be honored if
you would have dinner with me on Thursday."

Her breath caught in her throat, her nipples stiffened and her pussy ached
as she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. She thought she caught a
glimpse of a bulge tenting his pants.

"I would love to," she sighed.

"Splendid, I'll pick you up around 7:00. There is a new place I want to try
and we can do so together." He kissed her hand one more time before she
stepped out of the car and watched him drive away. She didn't know when or
how, but she was determined at that moment that this was the man to whom
she would gladly give her virginity.

She could hardly tear her blouse and skirt off fast enough once in her
room. Her pussy ached as she fingered her clit. Reaching into the drawer by
her bed, she pulled out the vibrator she bought a few weeks before, rubbing
it up and down in her sopping slit. It felt so good rimming her asshole
that she kept it there while she rubbed her clit for her first orgasm, then
climaxed again with the vibrator pressed firmly against her g-spot.



The Dress

By the time Tuesday afternoon rolled around, her mood alternated between
deep depression and sheer panic. She had pulled out every item of clothing
in her closet...twice...looking for just the right combination for her date
on Thursday night.

Nothing suited.

She tried wandering around in a few shops, but all the dresses and other
outfits were either just not right or way beyond her means. She despaired
the entire evening of her fantasies would be a total disaster.

Olivia sat on a bench under a tree near the building in which she had her
last class for the day slowly sipping on a soft drink. She was close to
tears when her long time friend Isabella walked over and sat next to her.

"OK, Ollie, what's the problem?" Isabella began without preamble. They had
known each other since grade school, so there was no hiding her feelings
from Isabella.

She stared past the soda can at the ground beneath her feet as the tears
began rolling down her cheeks. Sobbing uncontrollably, she told Isabella
about Benigno and their upcoming date and her lack of suitable attire.

Isabella laughed.

"Is that all?" Isabella exclaimed, trying to suppress another laugh.

Olivia was so stunned she stopped crying and looked at her friend in
horror.

"All....my life will be ruined!" she cried, the tears again beginning to
fall.

"Oh stop being silly," Isabella said soothingly and patting Olivia's
shoulder, still hardly able to contain a giggle. "Come with me, you wear
the same size as we do, we'll find something that will be perfect."

They walked together the short way to the apartment Isabella shared with
Rosa. It was pretty obvious her two friends also shared the only rumbled
bed in the place.

"Strip off your clothes while I find a few options," Isabelle instructed
her before starting to rummage around in the walk in closet. Olivia slipped
off her jeans and shirt. Her pussy pinched a little when she noticed the
vibrator laying on the night stand just as Isabella returned with an armful
of dresses.

Olivia held a half dozen up in front of her looking in a full length mirror
before even trying one on. Isabella stood off to one side watching her
critically before retrieving even more outfits from the closet.

Finally, she tried one on, then another and another. They were pretty but
not just right in her eyes. She and Isabella chatted about each item before
she handed Olivia one last dress.  It was bright blue and the moment Olivia
held it up in the mirror, she knew this was the one. Isabella moved close
behind her, a hand gently touching her shoulder. A pleasant chill coursed
through her body.

"You need to take off your bra for this one," Isabella murmured huskily,
her hand lingering on Olivia's back after she unsnapped the clasp and
Olivia's bra fell to the floor. Isabella help her put it on, taking special
care to adjust the bodice around Olivia's pink puffy nipples.

The dress was perfect.

Olivia twirled and turned, looking at it from all angles. The front opened
just far enough down into her cleavage to perfectly accent her perky
breasts. The back plunged to just above the top of her hips. The thin
straps holding the front were less than two centimeters wide, tying into a
bow at the back of her neck and the frilly hem ended more than half way up
her thigh.

"It's beautiful! "Olivia gasped, "Just perfect."

"So are you," Isabella responded, her tongue lightly running over her lips
as she spoke. When she unzipped the back and helped Olivia take the dress
off, Isabella noticed the threads of dark pussy hair peeking out from the
sides of Olivia's bikini panties.

"We should fix this as well," she muttered, running her finger softly under
the edge of the panties and Olivia's inner thigh. Olivia's nipples
stiffened with the touch.

"Hang up the dresses you won't need, I'll be right back," Isabella said
softly and walked out of the bedroom. Olivia just about finished putting
the outfits away when Isabella returned carrying a steaming bowl of water,
a couple of towels and a cordless hair trimmer. She spread the largest
towel on the bed and dropped two smaller ones into the bowl.

"Lie down," she said with a big grin, "I don't know anything about a
Peruvian, but I sure know how to do a Brazilian!"

Olivia looked at her in surprise, so Isabella playfully pushed her
backwards on to the bed. She hooked a finger from each hand in the
waistband and pulled the panties completely off of Olivia. Then she had
Olivia raise her hips to place a towel under her ass. With a low moan,
Isabella spread Olivia's legs wide with both hands, taking a moment to just
look at her hairy mound and slit.

"Lie still while I take off most off that hair with these clippers,"
Isabella told her and began buzzing off most of the pubic hair in a few
short strokes. The vibrating clippers caused Olivia's pussy to clench and
moisten slightly, just enough for Isabella to notice.

She turned off the clippers and brushed the remaining hair off Olivia's
pussy with her fingertips. Olivia's nipples stiffened even more, the inside
of her thighs tingling with the tender touches. Isabella wrung the water
out of a small towel and placed it over Olivia's aching groin, gently
pressing it down on her now much more sensitive mound and between her slit
and inner thigh.

Olivia moaned again, closing her eyes to enjoy the erotic feel of warmth
engulfing her pussy. Isabella ran her fingertips down the inside of
Olivia's left thigh then went into the bathroom.

When Isabella returned shaking a can of shaving cream and carrying a razor,
she was also naked, her nipples stiff, her breathing ragged. She smiled
standing between Olivia's legs before squirting a good amount of fragrant
foaming soap into her hand. Olivia flinched slightly when Isabella pressed
the mound of shaving cream over the remaining patch of hair just above her
now damp pussy. She looked up at the smiling Isabella as the faint hint of
a familiar tingle raced through her crotch.

"Just relax and enjoy and don't move. Now is not the time to get cut!"
Isabella cooed so softly Olivia could barely hear. But the gentle swirling
of her hands spreading the shaving cream over her pussy triggered a growing
arousal in her groin. Her legs trembled ever so slightly.

Isabella started at the remaining hair, massaging the cream into her skin,
then slid her hand down between Olivia's legs, coating the skin on the
outside of her pulsing mound all the way to her asshole. Then she spread
even more right over Olivia's slit before running a single finger ever so
slowly up the entire length of that sensitive slash to swirl her finger
around the hard, throbbing nub of Olivia's clit.

Almost automatically, Olivia rotated her hips back against the finger
caressing her throbbing clit.  Isabella groaned. Through heavily lidded
eyes, Olivia looked up to see Isabella pinching her stiff nipple with one
hand while continuing to rub the shaving cream into Olivia's pussy with the
other.

With a sigh, Isabella removed her hand and reached for the razor. With one
hand she pushed and pulled the skin around Olivia's crotch taut as she
scraped off the remaining stubble. When she was done, she carefully washed
off the remaining soap with one of the warm wet clothes, then ran a finger
lightly all over the freshly shaved skin, as well as Olivia's pulsing clit.

Not satisfied, Isabella repeated the entire process, lingering even longer
with her finger in Olivia's pussy slit and on her clit before shaving her
again. Her fingertips danced lightly over the freshly shaved skin. Then
Isabella knelt on the bed, took Olivia's hand in hers and lightly brushed
it over Olivia's shaved pussy.

"So nice and smooth," she groaned before sliding Olivia's hand between her
own legs, "just like mine!"

For the first time in her life, Olivia touched another woman's pussy, at
least other than changing some babies. She groaned feeling the wet warm
slit into which Isabella pushed her fingers with one hand. With the other,
Isabella covered Olivia's whole pussy slit before sliding a finger every so
slowly, so gently, so tenderly from Olivia's asshole to her now throbbing
clit.

Isabella bent forward, the hard tips of her nipples brushing across
Olivia's as her tongue lashed her lips. She moaned into Olivia's mouth.

"I've wanted to kiss you...to touch you...to fuck you...since we were in
fourth grade!" With that she rammed her tongue deep into Olivia's mouth and
a finger into her dripping pussy.

Olivia was stunned for a moment before she responded by pushing her tongue
into Isabella's, swirling together in her mouth as she plunged two fingers
into her friend's pussy as far as she could go. She was totally aroused,
her own hips thrashing wildly against Isabella's hand.

Isabella broke off the kiss and slid down Olivia's body, sucking in one
then the other puffy nipple before continuing to lick her way to Olivia's
smooth, wet pussy. With the first touch of that tongue on her throbbing
clit, Olivia's almost hairless pussy clenched, a spasm of pure pleasure
surging throughout her body.

"My, my...am I invited to this party?" a voice called out. Isabella raised
her head from Olivia's dripping pussy, juices covering her lips and
chin. Olivia craned here head backward to see who was speaking.

Rosa, their friend and Isabella's roommate, approached the bed, shedding
her clothes as she neared.  She too had a patch of dark pubic hair directly
above the top of her pussy slit and small perky tits with little light
brown nipples.

"Of course you are, sweetheart, I was just warming her up," Isabella cooed
before burying her face back in Olivia's slit.

Rosa stopped next to the bed and looked down at Olivia writhing against
Isabella's face, bent low and kissed Olivia deeply while she tenderly
caressed her puffy tits. Olivia groaned, her passion growing as Rosa's
tongue lashed against hers in her mouth. A second orgasm started. She
clamped her legs around Isabella's head and reached between Rosa's legs
while continuing to kiss her deeply.

Rosa was so wet...so warm, her slit welcoming Olivia's fingers with a gush
of pussy juices. She moaned and climbed on the bed to squat over Olivia's
face, the wet pink slit slowly lowering to meet Olivia's tongue.

Olivia eagerly ran her tongue back and forth from Rosa's puckering asshole
to her marble hard clit.  Rosa took one of Olivia's tits in each hand and
squeezed and pinched them, ever harder as her first orgasm built and racked
her body, soaking Olivia's face.

Those juices flooding her face triggered Olivia's next orgasm. She thrashed
around so hard she flipped Isabella over on her back and ended up sitting
on her face. Rosa shifted around and dropped down between Isabella's legs
burying three fingers into her pussy as she noisily sucked the other girl's
clit. Isabella's orgasm exploded in Rosa's face.

For the next hour or so, they lick and sucked and fucked each other in
every possible combination. Olivia climaxed hardest when Rosa and Isabella
each had a finger in both her pussy and ass while they sucked her small
tits. Rosa found a strap-on in a drawer and fucked Olivia's ass while
Isabella sucked her clit. Olivia rammed a hand into Rosa's welcoming pussy
as Isabella licked her asshole and finger fucked her to another orgasm.

At last, all three were totally spent, lying entangled on the bed in pools
of their own pussy juices, the scent of their sex filling the room. Rosa
was the first to stir, propping herself up on one elbow and grinning at
Olivia.

"And to what do we deserve the pleasure...and I do mean pleasure...of your
presence?" she asked with a devilish grin. Olivia lazily stretched out her
arms and legs as she responded, explaining about the need for a dress and
then the shaving and one thing led to another. Isabella giggled and idly
caressed Olivia's tits as she talked.

"Whatever the reason, I for one am very glad you came...and came!" she said
with a grin before leaning over to kiss Olivia tenderly. "I do hope you
will come...and cum... again and again!"

Olivia noticed the fading light through the bedroom window.

"I really must go, there are only one or two more buses home this late,"
she said as she got out of the bed.  She found her clothes while Isabella
and Rosa put the blue dress in a carrying case for her. They both kissed
her tenderly as she left, not bothering to get dressed themselves.

The bus ride home passed quickly with so much on her mind. She had only
masturbation fantasies before, but after this evening of passion with her
two girlfriends, she wanted much more...much, much more.


The Date

She was so nervous she almost threw up...twice. Every pair of panties she
had were spread across the bed but she could not decide which was
best...and he would be there to pick her up in less than an hour. Looking
at the clock she knew she needed to make a decision, finally settling on
some lacy white ones that let her newly groomed pussy hair peek through
before obscuring her already damp slit.

And what about shoes?  He was about 15 centimeters taller than her and she
liked that, having to look up a little at him, especially nuzzling under
his arm as they walked. She decided on some black pumps with barely a heel
then topped everything off with a simple silver cross hung around her neck
by a thin chain.

Twirling around in the full length mirror, she still wasn't satisfied,
probably never would be completely, but it was too late now.

The front door bell chimed.

She reached the foyer as Benigno was raising his lips from her mother's
outstretched hand, her mother giggling like a school girl.

"It is such a pleasure to meet Olivia's lovely sister," he murmured as her
mother blushed and giggled more. He turned when he heard the rustle of her
dress as she moved toward him.

"I must have died and gone to heaven on my way to my date," he exclaimed,
"since you can only be an angel!" Olivia blushed and gave him a tender kiss
on the cheek.

"Don't wait up for me," she said to her mother hooking her arm in his as
they walked to his car.

"Have fun," her mother responded with another giggle.  Olivia smiled
knowing tonight she planned on a lot more than fun. When he settled onto
the driver's seat next to her she reached over to him, lightly resting one
hand on his thigh as she kissed his cheek again.

"That was very sweet," she said, "and you look most handsome yourself." She
thought she saw a slight bulge twitch in his pants when she squeezed his
thigh a little tighter. She smiled as they drove to the restaurant, a
familiar pinch in her pussy confirming her intentions for the night.

The restaurant was sleek and ultra modern, the wait staff outfitted in form
fitting tights that left no bump or crevice in their bodies to the
imagination. Olivia's pussy twitched as the waiter taking their drink order
stood close to her, every detail of his manhood clearly outlined in the
thin shiny material. Even Benigno seemed a bit flushed seeing the waitress
with hard stiff nipples and a deep cleft in her mound. She was getting even
more turned on just watching them move about.

The menu itself was a mystery to her, none of the entrees were
familiar. After a few moments, Benigno told her to relax, he would take
care of it and proceeded to request two different dished for each of them
for each course.

"I can't eat all that," she protested.

"I doubt I can either," he laughed, "but I want to try a number of
different dishes. Besides, the portions will probably be small, the higher
the price, the less you get...that's a rule in this business."

The pace of service was unhurried, with plenty of time to savor the
certainly different flavors of the unique dishes. By the second glass of
wine, her head was a little fuzzy, while the passion building in her groin
was nudged along by the essentially naked staff.

Over coffee, she leaned forward and held his hand on the table.

"Take me home," she whispered.

"Home?" he asked in confusion, "but we have hardly finished dinner."

"Not my home," she murmured huskily, "yours."

His hand tightened on hers for a moment before he called for the
check. They walked to his car with one of her arms around his waist and the
other resting on his chest.  His hand lay lightly on the top of her hip and
she wiggled just enough for it to fall on to her ass.

In the car, she leaned against him as he drove. She pulled her dress up
enough for him to glimpse the lacy white panties that seemed to glow in the
brightness of passing street lamps.  She pulled his head down to her and
licked the inside of his ear, her hand running up the inside of his thigh
until she brushed across the growing bulge in his groin.

For a moment she thought about dropping down and taking his throbbing cock
into her mouth but decided that might be a danger to them both. Instead she
leaned back against the passenger door and pulled her knees up to her
chest. With her legs spread wide, she slipped a hand inside her now wet
panties and fingered her throbbing clit, as he tried to watch her and the
road at the same time.

Somehow he managed to finish the drive to his home without a crash. He sat
looking at her for a few seconds as she continued to rub her dripping
pussy. Then he leaned over, put a hand on top of hers and kissed her
deeply, his tongue and hers lashing each other in her mouth.

He pulled back a little when she reached for his cock, getting out and
opening the door for her. Olivia tore at his clothes as they stumbled into
the house, throwing herself all over him once the door to the garage closed
behind them.

Holding both of her ass cheeks in his hands, he pulled her to him. Olivia
ground her pussy against his crotch, feeling his now rigid cock poke
against her. With a single motion, he swept her up into his arms and
carried her to his bed.

Instead of laying her on the bed, he stood her up straight, ripping off his
shirt while she undid his belt and zipper until his pants fell to the
floor. His hard cock tented his boxers and she took it in both hands.  He
placed his hands on both her shoulders, bent and kissed her again
passionately.

She clawed at his back as he ever so gently untied the bow holding the
straps around her neck. His hands roamed down her back to unzip the dress
while his tongue slid from her mouth to her chin to the cleavage between
her tits. With his chin he pushed the material down until her puffy nipples
loomed right in front of his face.

Her knees began to buckle as his mouth engulfed one nipple and then the
next, the dress falling to her feet.  She fell backward on to the bed, with
him on top, still licking her skin as he moved toward her dripping pussy.

He didn't immediately pull off her panties when his tongue reached her
mound. Rather he licked the patch of pussy hair through the lacy material
before sliding a finger into the waistband on each side of her hips and
gently moving the soaked material down her legs and over her ankles.

As soon as his tongue flicked her swollen clit, Olivia arched her back and
climaxed on his face. He didn't stop, licking down her slit to her puckered
asshole then back again until he probed the pulsing hole leading inside
her.

Olivia thrashed wildly, one orgasm building to the next, over and over. His
fingers found her g-spot while he sucked her clit into his mouth. She
shrieked her pleasure, pulling his head into her pussy while pumping her
hips as hard as she could against his face.

He climbed on top of her, his rigid shaft brushing against her sopping
pussy as he sucked her tits once again.

"On top...I want...to be...on top!" she gasped, pushing him over on to his
back. She straddled his hips, rubbing the tip of his hard cock back and
forth in her burning slit a few times before holding it pressed against the
opening to her vagina. He put a hand on each of her tits, massaging and
pinching them as she ever so slowly lowered herself down on him.

She was so tight, her dripping pussy resisting his thick cock at first, the
pain competing with the desire, his cock only sliding a short way into
her. Olivia raised herself up a little and pushed back down, his cock
penetrating a little deeper into her. She wanted him inside her so badly,
to feel his cock deep inside her.

Benigno groaned as his orgasm built, her tight pussy sucking him ever
nearer to a massive explosion of cum. He thrashed his hips up against her
as he slowly slipped more and more of his thick throbbing cock into her
pussy.

"I'm so close....I'm...I'm CUMMMMING!" he stuttered, his warm creamy jism
flooding her vise like pussy. Another orgasm constricted her pussy around
his cock as she felt cum gush inside her for the first time, his cock
throbbing inside her as his climaxed peaked.  The pain was gone as the
exquisite pleasure of her overpowering orgasm washed through her, wave
after wave pounding her crotch and spreading to every cell in her body.

Olivia crumpled on top of his chest, his partially limp cock still inside
her for a few more moments before it slipped out followed by a spurt of his
warm cum mixed with her pussy juices. Both of them breathed heavily for
several minutes.

"That...that was...wonderful," she muttered in his ear, "I want
more...much, much more!" He rolled them on to their sides, gently caressing
her breasts as he kissed her again and again.

"I agree, that was wonderful, but I may take some time to get ready again,"
he grinned, placing her hand on his now limp cock.

"Maybe I can help," she grinned back at him and fell on to her back. She
had him kneel between her spread legs as she fingered her pussy, cum still
leaking down the inside of her thigh. As she rubbed her clit and fingered
her pussy and asshole, she told him the ways she wanted him to cum in her
and on her, all her masturbation fantasies, asked him what he thought about
as he jerked off and how she would do anything he wanted and more.

His cock stiffened as she spoke and he began stroking himself. She kept
talking, telling him ever more graphically how she wanted to fuck him and
have him fuck her. He leaned forward and slid his now stiff cock into her
again. With his arms holding him up on each side of her, he bent his face
forward and sucked her tender puffy tits. She clamped her legs around his
waist and thrust back at him as hard as she could.

Ever so slowly, gently, lovingly, he fucked her. She came again on his cock
and he persisted, staying hard in her as the pleasure of his cock filled
her deeply, stroke after stroke. Another orgasm flooded through her
body. This time as her pussy clenched his cock tightly, he tensed and shot
another load of cum into her as her orgasm peaked.

They cuddled together, their sweat and cum and juices intermingling as they
kissed tenderly again and again. He finally stirred and suggested they
shower. As he gently soaped her tits and pussy, he asked her to stay the
rest of the night. She agreed with a passionate kiss and cupped his balls
while he lightly fingered her swollen clit.

After changing the soaked sheets, Benigno pulled her to him, wrapping his
arms around her. Olivia held him close as she drifted off to sleep pressed
tightly against his warm body.

In the dim early morning light, Olivia awakened with her head resting on
Benigno's chest, his arm falling loosely over her shoulder. The wondrous
memories of the evening past flooded back to her, filling her mind and
washing down to her still damp pussy. His cock lay rigid on his stomach,
its presence irresistibly beckoning her.

Olivia slid out from under Benigno's arm. Her hand cupped his balls softly
as she slipped her mouth over the thick mushroom head of his rigid
shaft. She could taste a faint hint of her own pussy as her tongue slowly
swirled around the head, then took him deeper into her throat. He stirred
again as she picked up the tempo, feeling her own pussy awakening.

Benigno thrashed his hips, thrusting his cock even deeper as his cum
flooded her mouth. She sucked down all she could, savoring the taste as
well as the feel of his thick cock as it convulsed, filling her mouth and
throat with that creamy sperm.  She looked up when his body crumpled back
on the bed. He sleepily smiled at her as she raised her head, a few drops
of cum dribbling from her chin down on his chest when she clamored up to
kiss him deeply again and again.


Epilogue

She stood nervously outside the secure area looking around as a stream of
travelers filed out. Her eight year old daughter was stationed in front of
her, holding up a piece of cardboard that bore his name in large block
letters.

She spotted him looking around anxiously before he saw the sign. Taking her
daughter by the hand, she walked up, stopping in front of him with a wide
smile on her face. He grinned his recognition before spreading his arms
wide to embrace her fiercely, rocking back and forth as he drew her close.

Her husband stepped out of the car in front of the terminal, embraced him
warmly and put his small bag in the trunk. Their daughter chattered on
about all sorts of eight year old interests on the drive to their home. He
listened attentively.

Benigno prepared a traditional dinner washed down with a local beer. The
old man seemed to enjoy the food as much as the small talk over dinner.

They went to the patio after dinner. Her husband took the little girl back
into the house and didn't interrupt them again. After all these years, they
finally had a chance to talk face to face. She had so very much to add
since the old man first told her story.

And they did for several hours until his weariness overpowered his desire
to not waste even a moment. She led him to a guest room and left him to
shower and sleep.

He awoke in the dark of night when she crawled into his bed and snuggled up
to him, her pert naked breasts with stiff nipples pressing against his
back. Her hand roamed over his chest and down between his legs, caressing
his flaccid cock until it hardened then sliding down to take him in her
mouth.

She sucked him eagerly until his orgasm built to the point of explosion,
writhing beneath her as she climbed up and ever so slowly lowered her
dripping pussy down to engulf his throbbing cock, just like he told her to
do for her very first time with Benigno those so many years before.

She groaned, her riding becoming more urgent as his cum gushed into her
pussy, her own juices flooding back on to his cock and balls.

He stayed with them for three days. Each night she came to him, showing him
the range of pleasures she learned over the years. On the fourth day, she
took him back to the airport, walking with him as far as she was allowed to
go.

Their embrace lingered for as long as he could stay. With a final tender
kiss on her forehead, he turned and walked away, quickly blending into the
mass of people hurrying to their own destinations.

She stood gazing out the window at the departing planes for a long time,
her arms pulled up tightly under her still perky breasts, her lacy white
panties, wet and sticky, drawn into her pulsing slit.




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