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Archive-name: SpecMome/walking.txt
Archive-author: Wyvern
Archive-title: Walking

                               Chapter 1

           Bob started walking for exercise a few months ago.  His
bad right knee and excess baggage around the middle made jogging
impossible.  His doctor told him that if he didn't get out and do
something physical soon he'd never see his 50th birthday.  So, he
took up walking.  Strolling down the street, his Walkman (tm)
loaded with his favorite tunes (usually Moody Blues, Led
Zeppelin, Mozart, or Vivaldi), Bob was in his own little world.

           He began by walking in the evening, but eventually
switched to early mornings -- which, as it turns out, was a good
idea.

           It was a Monday morning.  Just after 6:00.  It was June
so there was plenty of daylight.  A light shower overnight had
left a fresh scent in the air along with cooler temperatures. 
The sun was shining brightly through the new leaves on the tall
trees which bordered Bob's favorite route.  Five minutes into his
routine,  the only person he had seen was the little boy who
delivered the papers in his neighborhood. 

           Reaching the end of his outward leg, Bob was just
rounding the corner of a little neighborhood store, when he ran
smack dab into one of the prettiest women he had ever met, who
was headed with just as much determination, if not as much mass,
in the opposite direction.

           The resulting collision became an historic event.

           "Oooff"

           "Hey!  Are you all right?"

           He had instinctively grabbed her by the shoulders to
keep her from falling down, and so now, he held her at arms
length.  This gave him a moment to look at her, and fall in love. 
She was beautiful.  Rich brown hair, tied back with a terry
headband, cascaded down her shoulders.  A pretty, friendly, face
with bright brown eyes.  Lovely skin, slightly flushed with the
exertion of exercise.  A beautiful mouth, though it was frowning
up at him now.

           "I think so," she said, stepping back and out of his
light grip on her arms.  Neither spoke for just a second, then
both tried to speak at once -- Bob apologizing profusely, Kathy,
the woman with whom he had collided, also trying to take
responsibility for the accident.  Finally, they both started
laughing. 

           "I'm Bob," he said, sticking out his hand, " and I have
to say that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever run into,"
he added, knowing even as he said it that it was a particularly
lame excuse for a pickup line. 

           "I'm Kathy," she laughed at his bad joke, "and I wish
we hadn't met by accident."

           "Do you walk this way every day, Bob?"

           "Yes, but this is the first day I've walked in the
morning.  Usually I walk at night."

           "Oh, well, that explains why I haven't run into you
before."

           For some reason, they both found this remark extremely
funny and they began laughing again.

           "Well, Kathy, maybe I'll run into you again some time."

           "I hope not," she tossed at him as she walked away down
the street.

           Bob stood there for a moment watching Kathy walk away
from him, her hips swaying, the muscles in her calves, thighs,
and buttocks flexing and relaxing.  Finally, remembering why he
was up this early, Bob resumed his walk, still chuckling to
himself.

           Kathy hadn't really been hurt by the collision, just
startled, and, at first, somewhat annoyed.  This was HER route. 
What was this oaf doing walking HER route, and at 6:00 in the
morning too.  She had noted some of his physical characteristics,
just as she was sure he had noted some of hers.  He had once been
an athlete, she thought, but had let himself go.  He had a cute
smile, though, and a very nice voice.  Well modulated, not too
deep.  Bob seemed like a friendly sort of guy.

           Physically, though, he wasn't exactly her type.  For
one thing, she judged him to be mid forties, which would make him
about twenty years older than herself. Tom Cruise this guy was
not.  On the other hand, he seemed to radiate friendliness --
sort of like an aura.  She thought she might like him, and then
laughed at the thought.

           "I wonder if he'll walk this way tomorrow.  I'll have
to be on the lookout -- I took up walking because I thought it
was safer than running!"  


                               Chapter 2

           The next morning, Bob and Kathy met at the same corner,
although since both were on the lookout, there was no collision. 
They exchanged "good mornings" and continued on their way, both
smiling with the memory of their first meeting.  This went on for
several mornings.

           Then came the fateful Friday that changed their
relationship forever.  Bob had just met, and greeted, Kathy and
had gone on about a block or so when he suddenly came to a
decision.  He was going to take a chance and ask Kathy to have
dinner with him.  Turning quickly, he retraced his path and soon
came within sight of the young brunette.

           "Kathy!  Wait a minute."

           Kathy heard Bob's shout, and turned to see what he
wanted, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

           "Would you consider having dinner with me sometime ...
tonight maybe?"

           Kathy was a little surprised by Bob's request, but she
thought, "what the hell, it might be fun -- Bob seems like a nice
guy, and I haven't gone out with anyone for a while."

           "Sure, Bob, I'd love to have dinner with you some
time," she said with a smile, and, then, as if a sudden
inspiration had struck, "in fact, why don't you come over to my
place tonight and we'll broil some steaks."


           "What time do you want me here, and what can I bring?"

           "Be here at 6:00 and don't bring anything but yourself. 
I'll take care of everything else."

           "6:00 it is, then, well, I've got to get going.  See
you tonight, Kathy."

           Bob was scared.  He couldn't believe he'd just made a
date with a woman nearly half his age.  He hadn't had a date in
quite a while.  His wife, Linda, had been his high school
sweetheart.  He'd never gone out, seriously, with anyone else. 
Since her death (of cancer) five years earlier, he hadn't really
dated all that much.  Friends would set him up with women, only
to see him go through the motions of dating -- being friendly,
but definitely communicating his lack of interest in another
relationship.

           He was lonely, but there was only one Linda.  He
couldn't bear to think of anyone taking her place.  Or at least
he hadn't, until he met Kathy.  She was different.  Much younger
than he was, she still seemed mature, emotionally, not that he'd
had all that much contact with her, but he had pretty good
instincts about people.  The first time he'd seen her, he felt
something inside start to loosen.

           That's why he was afraid.  It had really hurt him when
Linda died.  Particularly since he had had to watch during those
two last years.  Her cancer had taken a long time to kill her, a
long and very painful time.  It still hurt inside, and he was
afraid to risk caring about someone again.

           The rest of Bob's day was rather uneventful, compared
to the way it had started.  He handled a number of routine tasks
at his office, attended a couple of meetings which were of little
consequence, and generally had a hard time keeping his mind on
his work.  Eventually, he gave up getting anything meaningful
accomplished and went home early, something he almost never did,
particularly since his wife passed away.

           For her part, Kathy was also nervous.  She didn't know
why she was attracted to Bob, but it was true, she found him
attractive.  She continued to try to deny this attraction though.

           "I don't want to lead him on," she thought to herself,
"Bob's a nice guy, but I'm not interested in romance right now,
am I?  And, besides, how do I know he's interested in me?  Maybe
he thinks I'm just some young twit who likes to walk."

           Kathy, as it happened, had the day off, and she spent
the rest of it preparing for her dinner with Bob.  First, she
went to the market and did some grocery shopping.  The weather
was warm and re-affirmed her decision that grilled steaks with a
tossed salad would be a nice dinner.  She picked up some of her
favorite ice cream for desert, a bottle of wine, and headed back
home.

           A neat person by nature, Kathy went over the apartment
with a fine toothed comb, cleaning everything.  She even cleaned
the bedroom.  "Why am I worried about this room...it's not like
he's going to be in here."  She laughed to herself at that one,
but kept cleaning anyway, even changing the sheets.  She put on
the satin ones that she used when she was feeling particularly
decadent.

           Satisfied with her cleaning job and with the meal all
planned, Kathy began to prepare herself for the evening.  She
carefully picked out a rather conservative casual outfit
consisting of slacks and a blouse, and placed it on her bed. 
Then, she headed for the bathroom complete her other
preparations.

           As much as Kathy fussed over keeping her apartment
clean, she was just as vigorous and meticulous about her personal
appearance.  In fact, she had made somewhat of a ritual of her
personal hygiene routine, including a douche, several large warm
enemas, careful shaving of her legs, underarms, and around her
pubic area, thorough washing of her hair, etc.  

           When she was finished in the bathroom, she went back to
the bedroom (still completely nude) and began to apply her makeup
and fix her hair.

           "Why am I so concerned about how I look?"  She paused
in her preparations to consider the question.  It once again
occurred to her that it mattered what Bob thought.  He hadn't
seen her in anything but her walking outfit (though she had
noticed his examination of her form and was pleased at his
reaction) and Kathy wanted to make a good impression.  

           Finishing her makeup, Kathy picked up her clothes from
the bed and put them away, selecting a different outfit.  This
one was decidedly more attractive -- shorts and a halter top --
and displayed her physical charms to their best advantage without
making her look like some sort of slut.  A last dab of perfume in
strategic places, and she was ready.

           Meanwhile, Bob, having headed out of the office, made a
stop at a florist where he purchased a bouquet -- no roses,
though, he thought it would be a little much for a first date.

           "Date?  Well, I guess it is a date," Bob thought to
himself.  Bob admitted to himself that he liked Kathy and wanted
to get to know her better.  He wanted her to like him too.  

           Arriving home from the florist, Bob made his own
preparations -- showering, shaving, that sort of thing -- and
selected his outfit for the evening.  Bob had also decided that
casual was the way to go, and put on a comfortable cotton shirt
(imported from India no less), a pair of Dockers (tm), and his
favorite sandals.  A light application of Drakkar Noir (tm), a
last check of his appearance, and he was out of excuses for
leaving the house.



                               Chapter 3

           Kathy's door bell rang at exactly 6:00, Bob being the
punctual sort, and it was hard to say who was more nervous when
the door opened.

           "Hi Bob, come on in," she said as she stepped out of
the doorway to allow him access to her apartment.

           "Thanks Kathy.  Here, these are for you," he quickly
added, presenting her with the bouquet of flowers.

           "They're lovely.  Thank you Bob.  Here .. sit down
while I go put them in some water."

           Bob watched appreciatively as Kathy walked away to find
a vase for the flowers.  He caught himself thinking of what her
ass might look like underneath those just-tight-enough-to-tease
shorts that she wore.  Her legs were certainly worth watching,
and he felt himself start to react physically to her form.  When
he felt his cock start to rise, a feeling of absolute panic went
through him; "What if she comes back in and sees me with a hardon?
What will she think of me," he thought.  He was relieved when
his fear brought a quick shrinkage of the bulge in his crotch,
long before Kathy returned with the flowers carefully arranged in
a lovely vase.

           "There.  They look just beautiful, Bob.  Thank you
again."

           "Well, it seemed like the right thing to do when
visiting the home of a beautiful woman -- bring beautiful
flowers."

           "Why Bob -- are you trying to seduce me?"

           Bob missed the playful tone in her voice entirely and
reacted out of his discomfort and the underlying truth of her
statement.

           "No..Kathy..why..er..uh..that is, I mean ... it's ..."

           "Bob," Kathy said, laughing at his discomfort, "you're
embarrassed.  I'm just kidding."

           But as she said that, she went over to the sofa where
Bob was sitting and sat down next to him.

           "When a handsome man brings me flowers like you did
tonight, why shouldn't I tease him about attempting to seduce me? 
I didn't mean to embarrass you," she said soothingly.

           Bob smiled sheepishly.  "Well, I have to admit that I
find you extremely attractive, Kathy, but since my wife died, I
just haven't been too comfortable around women in social
situations -- though my secretary has certainly tried to fix me
up enough times," he added chuckling.  "And here I am with a
beautiful woman sitting next to me on the couch, almost young
enough to be my daughter -- and then she asks me if I'm seducing
her because I brought her flowers."

           Kathy laid her hand on Bob's arm.  "I understand.  You
loved your wife very much, didn't you, Bob."

           "Yes, I did, Kathy.  And I'll admit that I'm a lonely
man without her."

           "My own father died when I was quite young, and my
mother never remarried.  I always thought that was so sad."

           "I'm sorry to hear that, Kathy.  Say, perhaps I should
be having dinner with your mother..." Bob added teasingly.

           "O.k., I see that two can play at the teasing game. 
Hey...are you hungry?  Let's go fix some steaks."

           An hour later Bob and Kathy were in the kitchen
cleaning up the dinner mess (not that there was much of that with
only two people eating) talking and laughing like old friends. 
They had really hit it off at dinner, and found that they had
much in common besides walking.

           The kitchen in the apartment was not large and it was
inevitable that Bob and Kathy would come into body contact sooner
or later.  And so they did.

           Kathy was reaching up to put something on the top shelf
of a cabinet and she asked Bob to help her because she couldn't
reach.  Bob, standing behind her, reached to take the object from
her hand and their hands and arms touched as his body pressed
against hers from behind.

           Have you ever seen a match tossed into a pile of
gasoline soaked rags?  Well, that's about the best way to
describe what happened next.  Both Bob and Kathy froze for just
an instant at the physical contact, and in the very next moment,
Kathy was in Bob's arms and the two were locked in a kiss of
desperate passion, bodies pressing for maximum contact, the hard
bulge of Bob's erect cock pressing into Kathy's taut abdomen.

           Bob's arms went around Kathy's waist and held her close
while Kathy's arms did the same to him.  In a few moments the
pair broke their kiss in order to catch their collective breath.

           "Incredible," was all either could say for a moment.

           "I'm sor..."

           "No.  Don't say that Bob," Kathy breathed as she cut
off Bob's attempted apology.  "We both wanted that to happen. 
I'll be honest and say that when we first met I couldn't imagine
being attracted to you physically.  But getting to know you --
getting to know you over the past few days has really given me a
new outlook on what I call attractiveness.  What I'm saying is
that I want to make love to you, Bob."

           Bob was stunned.  The passionate kiss had stolen much
of his rationality and his proximity to a living, breathing,
woman whose arousal scent was clear in his nostrils, was rapidly
diminishing the rest.  He knew that thinking with his balls could
get him into trouble -- fortunately, this was one time where that
was not true.

           Instead of replying, Bob swept Kathy up in his arms
(she was impressed by  his strength) and carried her down the
hall toward where he assumed her bedroom was.

           "Second door on the left," Kathy spoke softly into his
ear as he cradled her in his arms.  She reached up with her mouth
for a kiss and he paused for a moment to drink from her lips.

           Bob felt like his whole body was on fire.  There had
been no sex since the death of his wife, and now all of his pent
up need was boiling to the surface.  In the back of his mind a
small voice was telling him to take it slow -- be gentle -- so as
not to scare Kathy.  On the other hand, the rest of his mind was
intent on tearing off Kathy's skimpy outfit and fucking her
brains out.  He hadn't felt this way since he was a teenager.

           They made it to her bedroom and he gently placed her on
the bed, their mouths still locked in a passionate kiss.  He
broke the kiss and stood up next to the bed, looking down at the
beautiful woman displayed before him.  He couldn't believe it. 
She wanted him.

           Kathy looked up at him with longing eyes.  She could
not believe it either. Her body was bubbling with passion and she
didn't have to look down between her legs to know that there was
a dark stain forming on the crotch of her shorts.  Suddenly she
just HAD to get naked with this man and she began to struggle out
of her clothing, stripping to the skin in a matter of seconds,
her top, shorts, and panties tossed about like leaves in an
October wind.

           She felt wanton, and she acted out her feelings, first
by displaying her naked body to Bob -- she cupped her breasts and
held them up toward him, the nipples hard as little diamonds, she
stretched languorously demonstrating the tautness of her
musculature, the shapeliness of her legs, her close trimmed pubic
bush peaking out from the top of her thighs.

           Bob was speechless.  Kathy was so beautiful that he
wanted to cry.

           "Well, Bob, don't you think you're a little
overdressed?"

           Kathy put action to her words and reached up to begin
unbuttoning his shirt.  He tried to help, but his fingers
suddenly didn't want to cooperate with his brain.  Kathy quickly
had his shirt off and it joined her clothes on the floor.  Next,
she went to work on his slacks and soon, they too were on the
floor as he stepped out of them.  The bulge in his boxer shorts
was impressive, to say the least, and Kathy wanted to see it.

           "You do the rest, Bob.  Show me your hot body."

           That broke some of the tension for Bob, and he laughed.

           "Now there's something no one has said to me recently. 
Hot body," he chuckled, "that's a good one."

           His mind was clearer now.  Yes, he would make love to
Kathy -- not just fuck her -- with all the skill he could
remember from the days  when he had made Linda weep with ecstasy
during their sexual encounters.

           Slowly, he pulled down his shorts and stepped out of
them and then he removed his socks and stood next to the bed,
naked, letting Kathy examine him as he had done her earlier. 

           She drank him with her eyes.  Yes, she could see that
he had been quite a specimen of manhood in his younger days.  He
was spreading out a little now, but not that much.  And, he was
hung like a stallion.  Kathy was no virgin, but she had never
taken on anything this big.  She reached out in awe and took the
shaft of his stiff cock in her hand.  She could not get her
fingers all the way around it, it was so thick.  And it looked to
be about 10 inches long.  She knew she would be walking funny
tomorrow if Bob knew anything about using this thing, and she
suspected that he would be a good lover.

           "Make love to me Bob."

           He moved onto the bed next to her and they fell into
each others arms, their mouths meeting in yet another deep soul
kiss, tongues battling, exploring, teasing, arousing.  Their
hands were not idle either and they used them to stroke and play
with everything they could reach.

           Bob groaned into Kathy's mouth as he felt her hard
nipples press into his hairy chest.  His cock ached with the need
for release and he said a silent prayer that he would be able to
get it up more than once tonight.

           Bob pulled away from Kathy for a moment, rising to his
knees beside her, freeing his hands for some serious fondling. 
He looked directly into Kathy's eyes as he placed his large hands
over her full breasts and gently squeezed.  She moaned in
response and reached for his cock.

           "No, Kathy, wait.  Let me pleasure you first.  Then you
can play with me all you want."

           Kathy looked up at Bob, her gaze smoldering with lust
as she put her arms back down on the bed.

           "All right, Bob, but remember, you said I could play
all I wanted.  I think I'm going to want a lot," she breathed
huskily.

           Bob leaned over and kissed her deeply again, his hands
caressing her perfect tits, feeling her stiffened nipples push
against his palms.  His mouth worked its way down across her chin
to her lovely throat and he feasted on the soft skin at its base,
flicking his tongue into the little hollow he found there.  

           Kathy purred her response, sucking her breath in
sharply as she felt his kisses trail across her upper chest and
down into the valley between her twin mounds perched so proudly
there.  Bob proceeded to kiss and lick and suck every square inch
of Kathy's breast flesh, paying special attention to her nipples
and the oft ignored underside.

           Now, he moved southward once again, his mouth leaving a
trail of kisses across Kathy's taut belly, each inch southward
bringing more of her woman scent to his nostrils.  Kathy knew
where these kisses were headed and she spread her legs wide in
anticipation.

           When Bob planted a long, wet, kiss on the top of her
pubic mound, Kathy moaned.

           "Yessss, Bob, eat me, oh yes, lick me there, I need it
so bad," she groaned.

           But Bob had another plan in mind.  Bypassing the swamp
which the junction of her thighs had become, he proceeded to kiss
his way down the inside of her left leg, all the way to her
dainty left foot, which he covered with kisses, taking each toe
in turn between his lips and sucking on it.

           Then, he repeated the process with her right leg,
starting at her toe and working his way back up toward the seat
of Kathy's passion.  Her scent was strong and he could see that
the source of that pungent odor was overflowing with its sexual
sap.  Kathy's pussy was engorged with blood, the inner lips
clearly exposed, having turned a bright coral in color, her
clitoris revealed at the top of her cleft, stiff, and filled with
lust laden nerve endings.

           Bob could wait no longer, and Kathy groaned a sigh of
gratitude when he quit teasing her with his mouth and placed a
long, probing kiss right on her sex slick cunt.

           Bob went with his instincts, since this was his first
time with Kathy -- hell, it was his first time with any woman
since Linda had died -- and concentrated on measuring her
responses as he tested each area of her pussy.  

           He started with the thick, fleshy outer lips, rolling
them between his tongue and teeth, massaging them.  She seemed to
like this, and so he continued it.  Kathy humped her hips up and
down in response to his oral caresses.  With his left hand, he
pressed down with his fingertips right at the top of her mound,
keeping the same rhythm he was using with his tongue and lips on
her major labial folds.

           Desiring a taste of her nectar, he switched tactics and
began to concentrate his efforts on the brightly colored inner
lips of her pussy, using the tip of his tongue to quickly stroke
just the edges of her minor labia.  He paused as he reached the
bottom of her sweet slot, gathering the liquid lust which
collected there and savoring it as if it were fine wine.  He'd
always liked the taste of pussy juice and it had been quite a
while since he'd been able to drink his fill.  Now, he took full
advantage of the slow, steady stream of the precious fluid as it
was manufactured by Kathy's cunt.

           Using his fingers to open her wide, he dipped his oral
digit as far as he could into her clasping hole, then slid his
taster up to her throbbing clit.  He slipped one and then two
fingers deep inside her cunt while his tongue stayed on her
clitoris, stroking it quickly and lightly -- just the tongue tip
making contact with her sensitive nubbin.

           Kathy was going crazy with her need to cum and she knew
it wouldn't' be long the way Bob was going at it.  She'd had her
pussy eaten before, but no one had done it as well as Bob.  It
was if he knew every little thing that would turn her on and did
it at just the right time.  She felt the pressure building up in
her groin and began to ride the wave of her first climax of the
evening as it swelled from deep within her.  Reaching down, she
grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them up and out,
spreading herself as wide as she could to give Bob the best
possible access to everything she had between her legs.

           Bob's probing fingers sought and found Kathy's g-spot
and began to work it in time to the flashing of his tireless
tongue on her clit.  Meanwhile, he managed to maneuver a finger
from his other hand (no mean feat from where he was laying on the
bed) to the entrance to her rear portal, and, using lubricant
supplied by the steady stream flowing from Kathy's cunt, he began
to push it inside.

           It was as if he had pushed his finger into a light
socket as far as Kathy was concerned.  When she felt his finger
tip break the sphincteral plane of her anal ring she exploded
into orgasm.  She screamed and quickly grabbed a pillow to put
over her face so the neighbors wouldn't hear.  Her hips were
thrashing around, up and down, her hands clutching the pillow
tightly to her face, muffling the continuous screaming produced
by the rapid fire climaxes she was experiencing.  Her clit, g-
spot, and asshole were all being super stimulated at once and the
combination was producing the first cluster cum she had ever
encountered.

           Bob switched the finger in her ass for his tongue and
he rapidly stroked her clit with his fingers as he drove his
taster as far into her clenching, clutching asshole as he could. 
This produced another wave of climaxes for the tall brunette, and
her nervous system went into overload and then shut down.  She
fainted, her entire body going completely limp.

           When Bob noted this, he gently removed his tongue from
her ass and his fingers from her pussy, noting that even though
she was temporarily unconscious, her cunt muscles still clenched
his fingers as they moved out of her moist depths.

           He sat back on his haunches and admired her beauty
spread out before him on the bed.  He smiled to himself as he saw
the large dark area under her ass, soaked with the combination of
his saliva (mostly) and her pussy juice.

           After a moment, her eyes fluttered open, and Kathy held
her arms out to Bob.  He entered her embrace and the kissed
again, Kathy licking her juices from his face.  Bob's still erect
cock touched the turgid petals of her sex and Kathy groaned as
she felt his maleness touch her there.

           "Bob, wait just a moment," Kathy breathed, "in the top
drawer of the nightstand, get a condom."

           Bob understood at once and quickly reached across
Kathy's form and grabbed a foil wrapped condom.  He handed it to
her.

           "Put it on me, Kathy."

           She swiftly opened the small package and soon Bob's
large throbber was encased in a thin sheath of lubricated latex.

           Kathy pulled her legs up and apart again in invitation,
and Bob let his charger find its own way to her entrance and then
he slowly pushed it inside.  Once the head was safely in, he very
slowly buried its length in her snug sheath.  She was tight and
his cock was thick.  She was so wet, however, that there was only
the slightest resistance to his progress.

           Finally, after what seemed like minutes, he was fully
hilted in her pussy, his balls resting nicely in her ass crack
and his pubic bone pressing tightly against hers.

           "Bob, you're so big.  It feels like I'm about to split
wide open down there."

           "Do you want me to take it out, then?"

           "NO! Don't you dare.  It feels wonderful.  Now, fuck me
with that big thing, you stud."

           "O.k., you asked for it," Bob grinned at her.

           Slowly he withdrew until only the head of his cock was
within the portal of her pussy.  Then, pausing for effect, he
slammed it back to the very end of her channel.  She screamed
again as she felt him hit bottom.  Now, he pulled back, a little
faster this time, and slammed home again, gradually picking up
speed with each stroke until his hips were almost a blur of
motion.

           Kathy felt every one of Bob's jackhammer strokes, and
little ripples of orgasm went through her body with each one. 
She was building to another explosive climax under his heavy
assault and it was only a matter of moments before it overtook
her.

           She began to scream again and once more took the pillow
and pulled it to her face, lest the neighbors, fearing for her
safety, called the police or something.  She almost started
giggling at that thought -- police breaking down the door to find
her in bed getting the pussy poking of her life.  She couldn't
believe how wild she was getting -- using language she never
would have otherwise.  She felt like a whore and she loved it. 
Bob was pushing all of her buttons at once, driving her
repeatedly up the orgasmic wall, making her crazy with desire and
pure, sweet lust.  She'd never let go with a man this way before.

           Bob couldn't believe his own stamina.  He'd been
hammering her cunt for at least 10 minutes without strain.  He
was incredibly turned on by Kathy's enthusiastic response to his
lovemaking, but in the back of his mind, he knew that his back
would be VERY sore the next day.

           Bob and Kathy were both covered with a thin layer of
sweat, even though the room was fairly cool.  The room reeked of
the odors of sex -- sweat and pussy juice, and Bob's body
collided repeatedly with Kathy's creating a rhythmic slapping
noise.

           The middle aged business man felt the tingle in his
balls which signaled the onset of his release.  Looking down, he
watched, fascinated, as his thick rubber encased meat pistoned in
and out of Kathy's widespread sex, a collection of her lubricant
forming a shiny layer on it's surface and a foamy lather in the
thick hair at the base of his cock.  This scene was the final
impetus for his climax.  With a long groan, he felt his muscles
contract and begin to send the first of several strong streams of
cum from his balls up through his pulsing cock and into the
reservoir at the condom's tip, buried in the innermost reaches of
Kathy's spasming cunt.

           Kathy felt Bob's cock twitching against the back wall 
of her pussy and she climaxed again, her internal muscles
clamping down with all their force on the penile invader which
had brought her so much pleasure.  Again and again his cannon
fired its load as he continued to stroke, displacing more of her
pussy juice each stroke adding to the river which connected the
base of her pussy to the growing wet spot under her ass.

           With a final shudder, Bob released the last of his pent
up semen, a small dribble which like the earlier spurts was
collected in the condom's tip.

           Slowly, Kathy lowered her legs back to the bed, the
change of angle causing Bob's now flaccid dick  to slide out of
her.  He kissed her, softly and tenderly, and then rolled to the
side, taking her in his arms and holding her.

           "Yes," Bob thought to himself, "this is an incredible
person I'm holding here.  I definitely want to spend more time
with her."

           The two lovers looked into each others eyes.  Neither
could guess the others thoughts.  The moment seemed to stretch on
and on as neither of them could think of what to say next.

           Bob broke the silence.

           "Incredible."

           "Mmm-mmmm, I agree, Bob."

           "It's been such a long time, Kathy.  You made it very
special."

           "Same here.  I don't sleep with every guy I run into on
the street you know," Kathy said, a playful tone creeping into
her voice, "even if I do keep condoms in my nightstand and satin
sheets on the bed."


           "I'm glad.  I'm glad I ran into you too."

           "Bob, can I ask you a question?"

           "Anything."

           "Why haven't you remarried?"

           Bob paused a moment before answering, "Until today, I'd
never found the right woman.  Kathy, I think I'm falling in love
with you."

           There.  He had said it.  He had taken the risk.  His
heart hammered in his chest as he waited what seemed like an
eternity for Kathy to reply to his sudden revelation of his
feelings for her.

           Softly, so softly that at first he wasn't sure of what
he heard through the blood rushing in his head, she replied in
two words.

           "Me too."

           Then, she did something else.  Sliding down on the bed,
she gently removed the condom from Bob's now shrunken cock.  Even
flaccid, it was impressively long and thick, and now it had a
shiny coating of his own ejaculate, which Kathy proceeded to
lovingly remove with her mouth.  Bob's cock began to regain some
stiffness during this tongue bath, but what Kathy did next caused
it to immediately regain full stiffness.

           Kathy took the used condom, so full of Bob's seed, and,
leaning her head back, she placed the open end of the rubber
sheath over her wide open mouth.  Using her other hand, she
milked the condom of Bob's semen, letting it run right over her
tongue and down her throat.

           "Mmmmm.  Delicious."

           She moved back up the bed and kissed Bob.  His cum
still coating her tongue as she probed his mouth and felt him
suck her tongue clean.  Bob hadn't done anything like this before
and he was powerfully excited by Kathy's wanton action and by the
taste of his own semen -- most of which she had just swallowed,
something that Linda had never been willing to do.

           Breaking the kiss, Kathy moved back down between Bob's
legs and began to use her mouth to kiss and lick the entire
surface of his now fully erect dick, occasionally going lower to
suck on his balls.

           After thoroughly coating his shaft and the bulbous head
which capped it with her saliva, Kathy began to work inch after
inch of his hardness into her mouth.  She was drooling fiercely,
adding to the lubrication, and this enabled her to gradually
swallow his entire length, another new experience for Bob.  After
once burying her nose in the crinkly hair at the base of his
cock, Kathy set up a rhythm, fucking her throat with his dick and
timing her breaths on the upstroke.  Her tongue worked furiously
as his fleshy truncheon was swallowed and released, scrubbing
every inch within its reach.

           Unbelievably, since he had climaxed so recently, Bob
soon felt anther load tingling up from his balls.  What an
incredible view he was getting of Kathy's lips, distended around
his thickness which was lavishly coated with her saliva, the
bottom of her jaw bulging out as she swallowed him, the outline
of his cockhead clearly visible in her throat.  Her hands were
working his balls, obviously attempting to coax them into
surrendering their milky tribute.  It was working.  Bob was
unable to help himself.  He placed his hands deep into her brown
tresses while at the same time he began to push his hips up off
the bed.

           Kathy let go of his balls and pushed her hands under
his ass, pulling him up into her face as she pressed her head
downward, attempting to get every last centimeter of his cock
into her oral cavity.  She felt the shaft begin to twitch and she
managed one last deep breath before Bob slammed all the way home
and began to spit his load directly into her well stretched
esophagus.

           His load was impressive, all the more so since he had
just cum within the past hour, and Kathy groaned around his
spitting cock as she felt the warmth sliding into her stomach. 
Lifting her head, she was able to get his cockhead back into her
mouth which allowed her both to breath again and to take the last
few shots on her tongue.  She savored his flavor, holding this
viscous liquid in her mouth for a moment before letting it slide
down her throat to join the rapidly growing pool of Bob's cum
which had formed in her stomach.

           "Oh, god, Kathy.  That was something else.  No one has
ever done that before.  Thank you."

           "You're welcome," Kathy smiled back up at him, wiping a
drop of semen from her lower lip which had somehow escaped.  She
held his now softening cock in her hand and squeezed it several
more times, coaxing small bits of left over cum from the tip. 
Quick swipes of her tongue soon had these disposed of.

           Bob pulled her back up to him, so that she was laying
on top of him, her breasts pushed into his chest.  They kissed
again, once more sharing the taste of his seed.

           "You weren't planning on going home tonight were you
Bob?"

           "Not anymore."

           "Good.  Now, we haven't had our desert yet, and I've
got a whole carton of Hagen Daz (tm) in the freezer and some hot
fudge to go on top.  How about it?  Then, we can come back here
and pick up where we left off.  Hmmm?"

           "We'll have to have some pretty vigorous exercise to
wear off all those calories, Kathy," Bob smirked.

           "Yes, we will, and I know just the thing," she grinned
back at him.

           They both shared a thought as they walked, still naked,
out to the kitchen for desert, "this is the start of something
really good."
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