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(Fingers crossed by now, you’ve read Parts One and Two. Yes I know there has been a lot of scene setting, possibly more than usual, but I’m not a fan of reading written pornography when the sex starts in paragraph six. Stick with me and enjoy Richard and Maisie and see what unfolds.)

“So you like my place?” I ask, as we land in the lounge, having fetched our coffee from the kitchen and sit close to each other on the sofa. She could have chosen a chair but landed on the sofa.

“Yes, it’s really neat Richard. You are a neat guy. Not messy. You look nice too with your hair and your clothes and are really nice too with it”.

I’m nice. I’ll take that compliment. I guess it must be an older guy thing. We stop being like rutting male dear in our teens, start to mature in our twenties and thirties and, when you hit forty, you become ‘nice’. I guess ‘grumpy old man’ comes later.

“What about Tom?”, I ask as her expression changes. Oops. Maybe a button not to press.

“He’s okay but he’s just a boy.”

“I guess you prefer men?” I remark, hoping to change her expression once more.

“Yes, very much so. He can be so immature at times especially with his mates around him.”

I don’t push the point but she goes on to tell me more about her and Tom. They met in High School, were the couple that everyone expected to get together, went to Prom together and stuck together throughout college, Maisie doing a business and accountancy course while he did sport and retook his school exams that he got low grades in. They see each other most weeks and he seems a decent enough chap.

“You love him?”, I asked. “Mmm.” is the rather flattened response.

So I wonder if she’s with Tom because she can’t be bothered to end the relationship. I was there once and eventually we just drifted apart and she got engaged to a guy who worked in the local bank.

“Sorry, you don’t have to answer”, I say to her as she slowly slides across the sofa and lays against me, her head resting on my chest.

“You smell good”. It was just my usual deodorant and body spray.

“Thank you”, I say as I sniff and notice the aroma of Maisie’s hair.

I’m now, in a flash, sent back to around 22 years ago, where I’m on the sofa at my parents house, a girl with her head resting on my chest as we are watching The Sixth Sense on the television, my parents away for the weekend and, one things leads to another and we are fucking like rabbits on the sofa, in the kitchen, on the stairs and eventually in my room where we stay until around 3am and I take her home but not until she’s sucked my cock dry in the hallway.

Landing back in the present: I feel a hand on my chest, smoothing over my t-shirt. “This is nice”, says Maisie, either complimenting me on the material, the t-shirt itself or the situation.

I kiss her on her hair which I always consider to be a mix of romantic but weird at the same time though some women seem to like it. Maisie smells good.

I do it again and make my way slowly down towards her mouth while she moves her head enabling our lips to touch once more, our eyes closed, firstly in a gentle lip to lip peck, followed by a longer kiss, little sounds coming from Maisie and then our lips part and tongues touch, tangling gently as she explores my mouth and me hers, the taste of coffee still there.

We both savour the moment and then come up for air.

“Wow” gasps Maisie. If my kisses are that good, wait for the rest.

“Wow?”

“Yes, wow. I’ve not had such a nice kiss for ages”. I’m guessing the guy in her life just pushes his tongue home until she can no longer breath.

“Well there’s plenty more of those if you like”, I assure her.

Maisie moves herself around on the sofa so we are facing each other and I move my hands to encompass her face as we move together again for another kiss. This time, it’s longer, passionate, exploring and I feel her hands over my chest as slowly I reach around to embrace her, holding us together as our tongues dance between us, Maisie, at times, cheekily sucking on my tongue.

Her arms are now around me as the marathon kiss continues, our bodies fused together, her breasts pressing against me, Maisie moaning and myself, admittedly, making noises of enjoyment.

If you had a timer, I’m sure it would have sounded a beep for a minute or more as we broke apart again.

“Richard…..what do you want?” Maisie gasps, catching her breath as if I’d removed every bit of air from her lungs. I think we both had a good idea what we wanted, just neither was saying it.

“More of this…” I answer, looking her in the eye “…we’ve got all day, it’s still early.”

It was true, we’d eaten and toured the flat and it was only just after 10am.

Maisie looked at me and unfastened the three top buttons of her dress, showing just the top of her cleavage to me.

Oh how I’d waited to see what was under that dress. Do I remove my t-shirt now?

I didn’t have to worry about the answer as she pushed her hands under it and heaved the almanbahis material up and over my head, it landing nearby.

Rubbing her hands over my bared chest, Maisie eagerly locks her lips against mine once more.

Her kisses, mouth and tongue are addictive and we both want more. I want more of everything but I’m not pushing things along as this is the closest I’ve been with a woman for a long time and I’m not going to ruin it now.

I let her take the lead until I want to take over.

Maisie reaches for my hands and places them at the buttons of her dress. I could yank it over her head but where is the fun in that?

My fingers nervously fumble as I’m trying to get the garment open, so she takes over and confidently unfastens each one until my prize comes into view.

You’ll recall that I said Maisie had an amazing pair of breasts.

36E breasts to be precise as she told me.

Well, my prayers had been answered, not that I’m religious and would probably be more dancing with the devil that sitting beside the Lord and his Son any time soon.

Maisie sat back so I could see them, even though they were entrapped in a lacy white bra.

They were straining to be freed and I was hoping that would happen soon.

“Not here….” I said.

I wanted to take this to the bedroom and stood up, offering my hand to the now partially exposed Maisie.

“Bedroom?” she said. “Of course.”

—

It was a race to see who got to the door quick enough then up the stairs to the top floor.

I think Maisie won in a photo-finish, me standing in front of her beside the bed within a split second, as again I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my chest, my hands drifting down to her ass while her hands were around my shoulders, pulling us together for another electrifying kiss or three.

“Oh my god”, she exclaimed, “Yes”.

“Yes what? Yes I want more kisses?”

I obliged as my hands now were now tracing over the lace trimmed cups of her bra, touching the flesh where I could.

Do I take them out? Does she like this?

I’m waiting for signs as Maisie reaches up and starts to lower the shoulder straps. This I like.

We pull apart again and she looks up at me. “You, I want you,” Maisie replied.

My eyes widen as her breasts slowly reveal themselves, her nipples still out of sight. I moisten my lips as I look at Maisie’s face, her smile. “Thank you”, she says.

“For?”

“Not just grabbing at them?”

“I wouldn’t do that”. I reassure her. “I’m never like that”.

Maisie reaches around and unfastens her bra, allowing it to fall free. Her nipples come into view and I marvel at a wonderful sight of her young flesh.

“You can touch them you know”

I hadn’t until told as I was enjoying the view being revealed before me.

Her skin, smooth silky soft, her nipples — not massive but with areola like small egg yokes, topped by quite big ruby red nipples that were hardening the more they were exposed to the air.

Maisie smoothed her hands down both breast and took my hands, placing the palms on each as we kissed again. I took my cue to do more.

I stroked, smoothed, weighed them up and played with each nipple between thumb and fingers and touched each tip. Breaking our kiss, I lowered my head to the left nipple, running my tongue over it, then across to the right one, tonguing it slowly.

“Suck them, please suck them”, Maisie seemed to plead with me.

I was about to when I realised her hands had not been still.

Her hands are smoothing and rubbing over the front of my shorts and my cock, housed inside, is more than awake and enjoying Maisie’s ministrations.

I gently suck on her left nipple as I hold her breast.

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Her nipple is like a hard nub between my lips and I gently nibble with my teeth, causing Maisie to emit a low slow groan.

I change over to the right, the nipple already jutting and I’m now fully aware that a hand is inside my shorts and making itself at home with my cock but not yet inside my boxers.

My free hand is rubbing and squeezing her left nipple and I’m gauging just how firm to be with her.

A little ‘oooh’ sound let’s me know I’ve just found what could be the peak of her pleasure point and start of pain. I venture no further and maintain the firmness as is.

I want more and more of her breasts.

I’ve waited long enough but things are moving on and have shifted up from first gear to second and we are at that point of ‘which way to go’.

Maisie decides for us.

“Oh Rich”, she says. (I’m Rich now!). “Yes!”

I’m sensing that either she’s never had her breasts and nipples toyed with and enjoyed as much as I have just done or is a fan of what I’ve done and hope to do again in the future.

“Maisie, you are amazing”. Actually what I’ve seen so far is amazing and I’m hoping everything else is just as good if not better.

“Thank you”. She playfully squeezes my cock. “May I?” she asks almanbahis giriş as she looks at my face, the look of pleasure painted all over it.

Oh yes Maisie, you most certainly may. You can do anything! She doesn’t wait for an answer.

Her hands slowly lower my shorts. I could have gone without boxers this morning or even stayed in my sweat shorts but I at least made the effort and got dressed.

She pushes them down and they drop to the floor as I step out of them.

“Lay on the bed”, she tells me, “I want you!”

I lay down as I watch Maisie take off her dress, a mix of unbuttoning and arms going around until she was near naked, just a pair of panties remaining — I say panties — more a thong of fabric enclosing the delights front and back with just a waistband.

I look at the rest of Maisie — her navel, pierced and her tummy is not quite flat and firm but a slight bit of fat that is amazingly sexy.

Her hips, again, not the perfect athlete body but perfectly shapely. Her legs are perfect and down to her feet I look as I spy a toe-ring — very retro.

Everything about her is wonderful and just what I like — all in proportion with amazing breasts.

My viewing is broken up as Maisie sits on the bed and reaches for the waistband of my boxers.

“Nice!” she says, as she lowers them, my smooth cock coming into view for her, not quite springing up like a jack-in-the-box but slowly rising like a flower coming up in spring.

She pulls them down and casts them aside. I get today’s award for being the first to be fully naked.

Her hands get to work first, gripping my cock mid way and slowly stroking it back and forth as she looks at me and smiles, seeing my reaction — my face a mix of smiles and looks of amazement.

Her other hand, cupping my equally smooth balls, weighing each up as if a piece of fruit, then gently she squeezed. I forgot how all of this feels but my memories soon return as I watch Maisie slowly lower her head.

She takes a hand and grips both my balls then draws back the skin on my cock, revealing the glans, mine shaped like a pointy helmet, a dot of pre-cum already there.

But instead of sucking, she gently blows air across the tip and then gently licks it. Talk about raise my senses — I almost leap off the mattress as the sensuality of the cooled air and feel of her tongue make me shiver.

I hear her laugh then she slowly takes the tip of my cock between her lips and I feel her tongue licking at the head momentarily until she lets it drop, a trail of saliva between it and her mouth.

“You like?” she asks. “Your cock is wonderful”

“Yes…” and with that, her lips encircle my cock once more as she slowly works her way down towards my balls, gradually sucking to half way down the shaft and easing back up to the head, her tongue eagerly dancing as it switches from licking at the tip, being swept around my shaft or licking her lips as she goes.

I look down to where she is sat beside me on the bed, glimpsing my cock appearing and disappearing into her sexy mouth over and over, her hands, all the time stroking as she sucks and I will admit I’m in heaven. I wonder how much she can take before she gags? Maybe something for another time.

You know when you have those moments where time stops, the thing you’re doing takes over every sense and reaction you have, well this was one of those moments.

I’m laying on my bed, I’ve an 18 year large breasted goddess feasting on my my cock while my balls are fit to bursting and she is well and truly in charge of me.

Maisie shifts around, nudges my legs apart and kneels between them. She looks up and gives me the most wicked smile I’ve ever seen, all the time her hand maintaining it’s grip.

She lowers her mouth again, sucks and then rubs my cock head over her lips, slobbering and coating my cock with spittle.

Her head bobs up and down rhythmically, the pace changing from sensual and relaxed to frantic and intense, my groans rising and falling in volume and pitch as she changes up and down the gears.

Usually at this point, I take over and my cock gets to join the action and I try to sit up but Maisie pushes me back with her free hand.

“Stay still,”, she whispers, releasing my cock from her mouth. “Enjoy”

I don’t need telling twice. This is out of this world.

She’s back to sucking hard on my cock and I’m gripping onto the bed.

She continues to suck and stroke, suck and stroke, her grip a little tighter now and, usually when I’m on my own in this moment, I know what is coming next.

Actually I do know what’s coming next.

If this was snakes and ladders, I’ve just climbed the big ladder to square 99 and I’m about to win!

I sense Maisie does too as she grips my ball sack tighter between her index finger and thumb, holding me there in the ring, while her other hand strokes harder and faster.

Again Maisie changes her technique — whoever has taught her has done a fine job — her stroking swaps almanbahis yeni giriş for a clever twisting and turning motion of my shaft, two hands now, one clockwise, the other anticlockwise and then alternating.

Occasionally she twists with one hand and strokes back and forth with the other. This is the best cock pleasure I’ve ever experienced and the pin is now well and truly out of the grenade.

Lowering her head, Maisie takes the tip of my cock back between her lips again.

God they look good with a cock between them.

I look down to her while groaning and moaning as I see her go for the finish — her mouth now at least half way down my cock, head quickly bobbing and hearing her breathing and sucking sucking sucking.

As for, me, the point of not return is moments away. “Oh my God I’m going to cum!”, I exclaim!

One hand is now going up and down the shaft, tip to base, over and over, faster and firmer, the other one again gripping my sack hard. I feel a twinge there as she grips them hard while pulling them downwards.

Maisie’s mouth releases it’s hold on my cock as she sits up. The grenade is thrown. Take cover!

With a smile, she urges me to the finale; “Go on Richard. Cum for me! Cum for me!”

My encased balls twitch as I feel the explosion of my cum blasting up the innards of my cock and jettison inches into the air in large spurts, landing on my stomach and legs.

One big load is followed by a second and a smaller third wad of cum ejects from the end of my glans. I call out in ecstasy, shouting her name and looking at her, all the time seeing her smiling.

Maisie gasps and exclaims in excitement, “Yes!” as a final load of my orgasm this time slowly takes flight from the tip of my cock.

I lay there, talking nonsense, gasping for breath, as Maisie continues to milk my cock, her hand not stopping until she feels my erection soften and my breathing return to (almost) normal.

“That was lots”, she says, “I’ve never seen a guy cum so much or hard”. I’m not just any guy obviously. I’ve never gauged how much cum I do emit but it did feel like gallons.

Her tongues licks the remnants of cum from the tip of my cock and then she sits up and runs her finger through the pool of cum that’s collected at my navel.

She dips a finger in and tastes.

“Mmm yummy”, she says and smiles at me, offering her finger to my mouth, a little of the salty liquid remaining that I lick clean, being a taste that I can’t say I’ve never experienced before.

(Come on — all guys have tasted their own cum at times and those who say they haven’t are liars.)

I reach to the bedside table for a box of tissues and offer them to her but it seems she has other ideas, now licking and lapping at the cum on my stomach like a kitten, taking it all into her mouth and swallowing.

Eventually she cleans me up with a wipe, all remnants of my penile emissions cleaned away, though the smell still lingers and her cum-coated lips glisten.

“Wow”, I say, still laying back on the bed. “I wasn’t expecting that”.

“Nor me,” Maisie responds, pushing my legs together and motioning for me to move across the mattress so she could lay on her side next to me, her face resting on my chest and looking up at me.

—

“Well, that was one way of saying thank you for breakfast”, I joked. “And not what I was expecting”.

“You better cook me more breakfasts”, Maisie jokes, looking up at me, a wide smile across her angelic face.

“Anytime”, my response. I’m now in that male post-orgasmic state, needing to take stock of what has just occurred while my cock rests a while, me knowing that no matter what is done to it now, it will be disinterested and soft for at least a quarter of an hour.

I can feel Maisie hugging me. I love the feeling — it kind of makes me think and hope that this is more than just sex.

For me, it’s something I’ve not felt for a long time and had almost forgotten.

Her fingers toy with the hairs on my chest, a finger occasionally rubbing my nipples, them hardening to what looks like firm cherry coloured pimples on my chest. They are nothing compared to Maisie’s and I can see hers have softened a little while we both rest up.

“That was certainly something lady,” I say to her. I’ll be honest that by now, I’m usually either putting the kettle on or my clothes, depending on the situation, sex often over and done with in ten or so minutes.

Maisie feasted on my cock and sent me into space for well over 20 minutes or potentially longer. I wasn’t timing her. I had no such desire.

“It’s not usually like this”, Maisie tells me. “It’s usually just quick and done in moments”. We think alike.

I know she’s referring to Tom but I feel it wrong to mention his name. “I want someone who makes love to me Richard, not just sex or a quick fuck”.

“I make love every time”, I told her, trying not to sound too corny. I realise that, compared to the boys and probably other girls of her age, Maisie is a lot more mature and wants more, as she says, than just quick sex.

I wonder where her oral skills developed? It’s not quite the moment to open that query as Maisie sits up.

Is that it? Has she done and ready to leave?

“Do you have any more orange juice?” she asks.

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