Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2017 14:37:25 -0700 From: Jim J 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. (I do welcome any comments and will try to respond to all I get at aadirtyoldmaninphx1@gmail.com. Please remember that NIFTY needs your support. If you want the stories to continue, it's up to you to donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) ©2017 by aadirtyoldmaninphx1@gmail.com