Unforgettable

Kurt kept inching up her thigh and as he got closer to her wanting pussy her took her right leg and positioned it over the back of the couch. Her left foot instinctively went to the carpet. Her pussy was spread before him in all it's swimming wet glory. His face was only a few inches from it. Moving his hand to it he tickled the outside edges as he gently blew his warm breath onto it. Then using his finger tips he delicately opened her lips and blew a directed stream of breath into it. His fingers then released. He took a deep breath of her aroma, umm, so sweet, he thought. He moved his mouth closer and his lips on her pussy lips and began to kiss them as is he were kissing her mouth. His tongue began to french her pussy, driving delicately between her lips, opening them, drinking her juices, darting playfully about before making it's way up. He discovered her coveted entrance and stopped to play awhile longer. Her hands at this excruciating point reached down and took his head, pulling his up higher and in closer. She wanted his mouth and tongue on her clit, no more fucking around. He sensed her frustration and went to work on the swollen clit pressed against his lips. He circled it and flicked with increased speed. Her hands pulled him tight against her pussy forcing him to take her clit into his mouth and suck at it as he tongued it. His hands went back to her tits where he took her nipples, squeezing and pulling them. She was becoming very vocal and her hips began to lift and twitch. Kurt opened his eyes to look at her face but found her head to be rolling from side to side as she uttered oh's and ah's and oh God's, edging closer to an orgasm. Her stomach muscles were beginning to spasm like waves on an ocean and Kurt knew she was close. He kept his pace knowing rhythm was most important at this point. She let go of his head and dropped her now clinched fists at her sides. Her hips lifted nearly off the couch as she cried out "Yes!" and burst forth in waves of orgasm with hips tense and quivering and pussy tightening like a vice beneath his chin. Kurt wasn't letting go of her clit until he was sure he had brought out all that this orgasm had to offer. Her pussy juices were dripping from her and her hip thrusting had coated his chin with thick pussy juice making it harder for him to stay in position. He orgasm slowed and subsided but to his surprise she made no signs or motions for him to stop, so he continued tonguing and sucking her clit. Her soft cries of yes and oh continued for a few more moments when the tensing began again in a second building orgasm, then "Yes!, God damn it, Yes!", she exploded again in an equally forcefully orgasm, grabbing at the couch cushions and cuming all over Kurt's face. This continued for a third orgasm before she finally pulled her clit away from his mouth. Her juices were thick on her pussy and inner thighs, he figured they would be on his mouth and chin as well. He got up and walked behind the bar to get a towel and wiped his face. "Could I use that when you're done?," she asked, not turning her head. "Of course, I'll get you a clean one," he replied. Kurt walked back to the couch and handed Kristi the clean bar towel. Lifting his drink he sipped, being polite as she took the time to clean herself up then dabbing the couch cushion. "Don't worry, it's Scotch guarded," Kurt told her. Kristi turned around and took her drink also. "Wow, you have technique," she said, "most guys think they do but your sure of yourself." She took another sip of her drink and placed it back on the table. "Let's see if I can return the favor," she said as she moved over on the couch to where Kurt was standing. She reached up and pulled down his zipper, reaching into his pants she ran her hand up and down his thickened cock then pulled down the waist band of his underwear and pulled it out. The cock head was damp from pre-cum. As she ran her fingernails along his shaft and over the head he began to grow and stiffen more until she had it hard and very thick. She admired the veins running along the sides and traced them, then ran her fingertips delicately around the circumference of the outermost thickness of his cock head. He wasn't overly long, maybe six inches but boy was he thick, she thought, and his cock head was larger than the thickness of his shaft. She believed his cock looked a lot like the many fake dicks she had seen in sex toy catalogs, it was perfect. Kurt has his eyes closed as she admired his cock with her eyes and fingers. His drink glass was tipped, about to spill over. He caught the mishap before it happened when she spoke, bringing him back to awareness. "We need to do something about these pants." Kurt placed his drink on the table after and quick drink and began to unbuckle his belt. "No baby, let me," she interrupted his hand with her own. Unbuckling his belt, his cock stood firm within inches of her. Another drop of pre-cum oozed from it's delicate tip and she took an index finger and spread it around his cock head making his entire cock jump and twitch with pleasure. She then unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs. Kurt stepped out of them and his slip on loafers. Next she slid her fingers around the sides of his underwear and slid them down and off. Not giving him a chance to sit down, her hand went right to the shaft of his cock. She spent no more time playing or admiring and went right to work with her tongue, cleaning the pre-cum from his cock head. Kurt closed his eyes as his knees weakened and his cock jumped under the tender softness of her tongue. She cleaned his cock head for what seemed like an eternity then used her tongue to circle the thick blue hued ring of it's circumference. Her hand on his shaft remained motionless, only to move his cock around in circles so her tongue could get all of him. His salty taste felt good on her tongue and like Kurt before her, she wanted not only his but her pleasure to last a long time. With the hand on his pulsing shaft she stood his cock up straight and began to run the tip of her tongue along the crevice of the underside of his head. This brought the first audible moan from Kurt. Hearing his approval, she continued this a bit longer before resuming the circling with her tongue only now she started at the outer thick ring and made her slow circular way to the tip. To her delight another gleam of pre-cum was waiting for her. Her tongue circles went up and down like a slow motion inverted vortex only on the cock head. Her freehand reached up and cupped his balls, his hair tickling her palm. Then she backed away "Mind if I just look some more?;" she asked. Kurt offered no reply, just standing there with his eyes closed. Kristi's eyes followed his cock from the underside at the root of this thickly swollen center vessel, it's engorgement of blood coloring it an almost light red with blue wispy highlights and a blue, pulsing vein near the surface, just beneath the delicate layer of opaque skin. At the top it ended where the pale circumcision scar began, then a tiny edge of skin leading to where the super delicate cock head came together. His cock head was a blueish purple. She admired it's largeness like a scoop of ice cream sitting atop a section of sugar cane. The opening in the blunt tip had a tiny blue vein just at the depression. The sides of his shaft were steel hard with a bumpiness like an irregular ladder that swept around and met in the center of the front of the shaft. All of this covered by the layer of opaque skin that easily moved up and down but not too far in either direction. It never failed to amaze Kristi how all this erotic hard, stiff manhood could feel so soft and delicate in her hand and taste so warm on her tongue. Kristi took Kurt's hands and pulled him around to sit down. She slid off the couch and crouched before him, his beautiful cock twitching in rhythm to his pulse. Grasping his hips she pulled him a little more towards the edge of the cushion. Using her palms she ran her hands up and down both sides of his cock from the thumb side at it's base to the tip on her pinky side. Kurt moaned and let his eyes close once again, dropping his head to the back of the couch. He wasn't thinking, only feeling. Kristi lowered her head and placed a firm but gentle kiss on the opening of his cock head. She let her tongue drop slightly and toyed with the opening. The kiss lingered and Kurt was well into a new sort of heaven. She retracted her tongue and at the same time sucked his cock head completely into her mouth. They both felt the warmth of each other which caused a shudder in each of them like a light clap of unexpected thunder would make one tense up. Lightly sucking his cock head she let her tongue run up and down the cleft then flicked it back and forth. She liked playing these lingering games with his cock, she was having fun with it while at the same time savoring its blends of tastes and reactions in her mouth. She was also loving Kurt's moans and twitching brought about by her playfulness. Feeling ready to move forward, Kristi circles the shaft with her thumb and forefinger and began to stroke the skin of Kurt's cock. Adding to that, as her hand stroked up, her mouth went down, as her hand went down, her mouth came up. Her mouth never traveled far beyond his cock head, she could tell he liked that. Her motions with mouth and hand were not fast or quick but even and pressured to give pleasure, not fast and orgasm designed. Kurt seemed no where near orgasm and Kristi like it that he was reasonably relaxed, as one could be while getting a blow job, and enjoying her. She would know when the tension would start to build too much. Kristi didn't not want that, just not now and not in her mouth, she wanted his beautiful cock in her wet, warm pussy. This sucking of Kurt's cock head and shaft stroking continued a while longer then Kristi found herself taking more and more of him into her mouth. As she was taking perhaps half of his thick saliva wet cock in her mouth her hand took to rest at the base, steadying his shaft and holding down his hair. His hips began to rise in involuntary reaction to his tightening ass muscles and Kristi knew he was inching towards cuming. She stopped her head and with a strong suck of her cheeks, slowly drew him out of her mouth. She looked up at his peaceful face. He was looking down and she asked quietly "May I sit on this gorgeous cock and fuck my pussy with it?" "Whatever you wish Kristi, that cock belongs to your desires." Kurt's reply was whispered almost and directed to the high cathedral ceiling. Kristi lowered her head one more time and kissed it before standing up. She placed one knee at a time onto the cushion beside Kurt's hips and leaned forward placing her hands on his shoulders. Her puss was positioned just above Kurt's rigid cock. Kristi lowered to touch him with her pussy lips then reached back and moved his cock back and forth against her lips, once again coated with her thick wetness before lowering herself more, taking in the head, squeezing, another inch or so, squeezing, half of him, squeezing, then finally all of his blood hardened thickness was pounding its pulse deep in the warmth of her pussy, squeezing. She just sat there and exhaled "It's been so long and it feels so good." "Yes, and it's so very glad to be there," was Kurt's response. Kristi's ass began to move, not up and down but in circles and back and forth. She didn't squeeze Kurt's cock but simply let it ride back and forth and side to side against her pussy walls. Kurt reached out and cupped the cheeks of her ass, letting his hands ride in motion with those luscious cheeks. Her breasts, nipples hard with wrinkled aureole's, swayed gently above his chest. Kristi inched her knees forward on the cushion, driving Kurt's cock seemingly deeper and began to ride up and down on his cock. She brought him nearly out then back down. Her ass started moving slow but began to pick up speed and she squeezed him. It was not long before Kurt began to move his hips up and down beneath her, fucking her back. Kristi was now leaning forward, full against Kurt's chest, her breasts smashed firmly into his. They were fucking strong now and Kurt's cock was feeling the full, strong impact of her pussy. He moved his hands around to her hip bones and gently pushed back and down on them until he believed her clit had contact with his stroking shaft. "Yes, baby, Oh yes," he knew he had the right pressure and position as she whispered in his ear. With this stronger clit contact Kristi began to fuck harder and lifted her head. "Ohhh, yea, yea, Mmmmm, yea, cuming baby, I'm cumming, yea, Yes!, Ahhhh! Fuck.......me, Ah yea, fuck me Kurt!" Kristi's orgasm was choking Kurt's cock and coaxing him ever closer to his own extremely close orgasm. Kristi's orgasm felt like tightly wrapped velvet around his now ever thickening cock head. Kristi rode him his full length then Kurt stiffened his arms and full length of his body, ramming his shaft fully into Kristi. He looked like a gymnast, his body as stiff as his cock from chest to ankles, his ass completely off the couch. He was going to cum as never before, he felt it deep inside his pussy soaked balls. "Ummm, that's right, Kristi, ride it, I'm about to explode," he nearly yelled out. Kristi then swiftly leapt off his cock and kneeled beside his stiff body. She took his wet, cum engorged cock into her mouth and with a sucking of her mouth and her hand stroking hard and fast finished the work began by her pussy. She felt cum squirt into the roof and back of her mouth, she swallowed, then a stronger stream and more squirts. She didn't let go, sucking and stroking until all of Kurt's cum was out, he shaking with orgasm, grunting and breathing deep, yes's escaped his lips. Kristi lay her head on his lower abdomen as his tower began to collapse and soften and his body relaxed back down to the couch. Almost together and with the same words they said "That was the best orgasm I've ever had." Kristi giggled a little, Kurt smiled and began to stroke her hair. They lay this way for several minutes. "How about I get us fresh drinks. I'm sure these are warm and watered down," Kurt softly said. "How about just a glass of water for me," Kristi asked, "Pussy and cum can be a taste treat but has an after taste. I could stand to rinse my mouth." "You got it," Kurt said. Kristi sat up and Kurt walked to the bar as Kristi admired his tight little ass. She loved how each cheek has a small depression in it with little dimples near the top center. Kurt fixed himself a short martini and Kristi a spring water. He poured the gin and tonics down the sink. Looking at the clock on the wall it read three o'clock. "Holy shit, it's three o'clock," Kurt exclaimed, taking Kristi's water to her, his martini almost to his lips.

"You're kidding," Kristi reached for her water and said "thank you. Not only for the water but for great head and a remarkable fuck." "Thank you as well Kristi, for great head, a remarkable fuck, then more great head. I thought my cock head was gonna blow off." "Glad it didn't," Kristi wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Would you like to spend the night and maybe the weekend Kristi?" "Sounds fun, any particular plans for the weekend? Oh, I'll have to call in sick for tomorrow night though." "No, no plans, We can just play it by ear. I can cover your tips and pay for Saturday night if you like." "Now, that makes me feel like a whore." Kristi looked hurt as she said it. "I'm a dumb shit, I'm sorry, that was pretty insensitive of me. Please accept my apology and forgive my stereotypical inexperience." Kurt started toward her. He took her hand and said "Really, I'm sorry." "Ah, it's ok, I guess I shouldn't have reacted so strongly, but it just seems many men think dancers double as whore's, it gets sickening." Kristi looked into Kurt's eyes as she said this. "That shows how ignorant men can be," Kurt looked back with his weak explanation, but his apology was sincere. "Let's forget it, apology accepted." With that at least smoothed over Kurt offered a shower. Kristi accepted gladly, but with the insistence that Kurt join her. He ushered her to a bathroom that she had only seen in magazines. The large shower at one end had two shower heads. The hot tub at the other end could fit six easily. With her usual lack of modesty she sat down on the toilet and peed. Kurt excused himself, "I'll get us robes for after our shower." "Ok, hurry back," she replied, squeezing out the last few drops of pee.

Kurt returned with two soft terrycloth robes and fresh towels. He pushed a single button on the wall near the shower and both shower heads began to flow with pre-set tempered water. They stepped in and embraced, standing in the middle of the stall, a spray of water showering them from both ends. Kristi leaned her head back to look up a Kurt. He bent down kissed her lips and she responded, pulling him in tighter, her hands moving down the small of his back, resting firmly on his muscular, trim butt. Kurt's hands roamed Kristi from shoulders to butt, up her sides, brushing her tits as he mover to her shoulders again. Their kiss broke, Kristi spoke first. "Your quite a fuck mister, probably the best I've ever had." "And your an amazing fuck," Kurt replied, "and that head job at the end, what a surprise." "I've never had a man cum so much, I almost had trouble keeping up with you." "Felt like a lot to me, you brought me to a level I have never been." Kurt was stroking her butt, the warm water splashing them both. "How about I wash you hair Kristi?" "I would like that," she answered, "and by the way, you can stop calling me Kristi, it's only a stage name." Kurt looked puzzled. "The owner picked it for me. My real name is Donna and he didn't think that would work." Kurt didn't respond right away, though it didn't make much difference he did like Kristi better. He reached for a frosted glass container behind her and pushed the pump. The shower began to fill with the aroma of Tea Tree Oil Shampoo. Kurt worked it into her hair. She turned around let the spray of warm water attack the front of her as Kurt shampooed her long hair. "Umm, that smells good, what is it?" she asked. "It's Tea Tree Oil," Kurt replied, "Don't ask me where it comes from, I don't know, I only know I like the way it cuts through my nostrils and makes my skin tingle." "This comes in a soap too?" Donna asked. "Yea, in a body wash. Rinse your hair and I'll lather you up with some." "That sounds like fun." She stepped full into the stinging shower spray, turning back around to rinse her hair from the back. Her scalp tingled and she ran her hands through her hair, getting all the shampoo out. Kurt reached for another frosted glass bottle of body wash. On looking back at Donna he took in her playful beauty. He wished he were the droplets of water running down her face and breasts, down her smooth dancer's tummy and into her pussy hair, lingering onto the insides of her thighs, being soaked into her skin, consuming her. He wanted to possess her as she was allowing the shower to. She stepped from the spray of water and over to Kurt. He turned her sideways and moved around to her back. Putting some body wash onto his hand he put the bottle on the shelf and began to soap her shoulders. The aroma of Tea Tree thickened as he washed them, moving around to high on her chest then down to her breasts, soaping each one, lingering, taking his time and loving the feel of each one under his hands. As he washed her nipples they began to harden and she stepped back slightly, her ass touching his dancing cock. She leaned her head back and let it rest on his chest as his hands went to her undersides of her breasts and down to her stomach. He paused just a moment to get more body wash on his hands. "This does make my skin tingle, it's very nice." She said in the interlude. "I knew you would like it," Kurt's hands went back to her stomach, making circles all over, going to her sides and slowly inching down to her navel where he circled it with one finger tip. After a long soapy session on her abdomen Kurt's hands were riding the tops of her thighs where the hip bone divides lower abdomen and leg, then light and slow into the valley where her pussy and thigh meet and beg the hand to touch. His thumbs extended to stroke and soap her triangle of trimmed course pussy hair as his fingers moved inward to the task of washing her pussy. She parted slightly, allowing his fingers the pleasure and feel of her pussy. She moaned and pressed back against his torso, his cock falling neatly into the upper cleavage of her ass, a marginal stiffening beginning to arouse in it. Kurt reached his soapy hand out to the shower spray, rinsing it of the Tea Tree Oil foam then returned it to it's righteous task. His middle finger started to stroke the inner folds of her pussy lips, easily slipping between them. He was cautious, not wanting to risk the Tea Tree Oil on her sensitive inner lips. His finger took strong strokes up and down her outer most portion of her inner lips before risking more depth. He began to feel a dampness that was thicker and more slippery than water, then slipped the finger in deeper, finding her delicious entrance. The finger slipped in to the second knuckle and he began to draw it in and out as Donna's purring penetrated his chest, inviting him to continue. He finger fucked her several minutes before withdrawing back to the bottom of her entrance. His finger slid up her pussy and found the tiny bump that would raise the level of intensity and began to circle it. Donna did not stop him, only whispered, "That's it baby, shower me with an orgasm." His finger added pressure and speed. His circles continued for the next few moments then changed to direct up and down strokes, the full length of his finger until her moans changed to tiny yes's again, getting louder as her knees weakened slightly and Kurt's free arm steadied her under her tits, holding her tight against his chest. She lifted her pelvis up and outward for Kurt's finger until orgasm added to the tingle of the Tea Tree Oil's sensation on her skin. "Umm, sometimes the smaller one's can be the most exciting. Thanks, I really enjoyed that." "The pleasure was mine Donna, all mine." Kurt lifted her softly from his chest and dropped to one knee. Facing her gorgeous wet ass, he soaped it, letting his hands slip and slide along the surface of her slippery skin. From there he washed each leg, down to the feet then stood back up, pulling her in close, letting her slippery body glide against his. Donna wanted to do the same for Kurt. She backed away from him and turned into the shower to rinse herself. Kurt reached for the shampoo and as Donna was enjoying the spray, shampooed his hair. He was in the opposite spray when she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, beginning to play with his nipples. He could feel her firm breasts against his back and her damp pussy hair dripping at the bottom of his butt. She waltzed him away from the spray and reached for the body wash. Beginning with his back she soaped and washed the expanse of his shoulders and down the narrowing muscles to his hard waist. She began to wash his ass and took longer there than the whole of his back, soaping and washing each strong cheek, her hands covering each and tracing his dimples, moving in broad circles. Her fingers ran up and the crack of his ass several times before reaching under completely and cupping his balls, she soaped them, being careful with her sensuous fingers. To his surprise and delight, Kurt's cock began to stand up. Having never tried, he wasn't sure if he was capable of another orgasm this soon. Donna gathered soap in her hand from his back and butt, the reached around and soaped his cock. She began to stroke it, her whole hand wrapped about it's girth, soap accumulating in his dense pubic hair where she dipped her hand to re-soap his now stately, hard, slippery cock. Her hand would squeeze down as it ran over his cock head causing a shudder to run through Kurt's body. She enjoyed the feel of his cock in her hand, hardening more and more, it's slippery and sensitive cock head responding to her hand. She released his cock and turned him about. Cupping her hands, she gathered water from the shower spray and dumped it on his stiff, soapy cock and balls until they were all rinsed of soap. She then lowered herself to her knees, facing his beautiful, pinkish, not fully engorged cock. "Oh yes, another BJ," thought Kurt, but he was mistaken. With both hands she held him by the shaft and looked at his cock head, admiring. She leaned in and kissed it lightly, causing his cock to jump and pulse under her light grip on his shaft. Donna then took a hand away and gathered her hair over one shoulder, draping it over her breast in a loosely twisted fashion. She bent her head forward and wrapped this rope of hair loosely around his cock. It felt wet and stringy. She back her head away, her hair slowly pulling off his cock over it's head, her hand holding the loose dangling end of her hair to keep it taunt. "Oh God, ouuu, yea, that's great," Kurt moaned. She did this four or five times, slowly each time, letting the strands of hair wrap and pull over his now straining cock. "I wanna fuck again," she said, looking up at him. "From behind, doggy style." "Ok." Kurt agreed. He stepped to the stall door, opened it and reached for two of the four large towels he had brought in. He laid one of them full length on the floor and the other doubled over near one end. Donna got down on her hands and knees and Kurt moved in behind her, both of them with their knees on the folded towel. Kurt took his cock in hand and began to nudge and rub it against Donna's waiting pussy. She reached back and opened her lips for hm and he placed his bulbous cock head to her entrance and began to enter her. Once his head was buried, she pushed back and buried all of him into her. "Fuck me now, long and hard Kurt, fuck me," she said as she lowered her head to watch his balls swing against her. Kurt began to move his cock in and out of her smacking pussy, her wetness gathering around his balls again. He would draw himself out and slam back into her and soon she would match the thrusting, letting him withdraw them pushing her ass back as he slammed back in. Forgetting about his wildly swinging balls, she went down to her elbows and rested her head, lifting her pussy higher. Kurt's hands were planted firmly on her cheeks as he thrust deeply and hard into her pussy. Without warning her pussy clamped with force and she pushed back and came, each wave a strong contraction as his cock drove into her. Her tightened pussy felt warm and Kurt could feel himself cuming as well. She reached back and squeezed her pussy together with one hand to help Kurt along but found it not necessary as she felt hot spurts of cum filling her pussy. He continued fucking her until all was in her before he slowed down, his softening cock falling out of her on a final withdrawal stroke. "Oh, yea," he said, "great idea." "I love to fuck that way," she said, letting her body slip down to the floor. Kurt looked down at her fetal positioned, wet, orgasm spent body on the floor of his shower. She was beautiful, sexy, the best fuck ever, in his life. He laid down behind her, spooning in and held her around her waist. She smiled and said nothing, closing her eyes. They lay like this on the shower floor for several minutes. Donna opened her eyes and watched the forceful drops of water hit the hard ceramic tile, breaking apart like sparkling stars into a million more each. She patted Kurt on the hip and said, "Let's get up, I'm tired and would love some sleep." "Yea, me too," Kurt said, "besides, this floor is getting hard."