Kerry the Model

For those of you who haven't yet run across it, there is a web page whose name shall remain anonymous which advertises itself with this logo (which I've paraphrased to maintain the anonymity): "Where Models meet Photographers".

So, basically, the web site is patronized by gorgeous models, the lucky bastards that photograph them, and lurkers.

I haven't modeled since baby pictures at Sears, I don't own a camera that's not a disposable, so that puts me squarely in the 'lurker' category. Hey, it's a hobby.

Well, one day about two years ago, having freshly discovered the web site and killing a chilly Autumn evening, I came across Kerry's profile. You know how you can be cruising pictures of many beautiful women, but there's suddenly one who makes you stop and say, "Wow!" and make your dick twitch? Well, Kerry was a double 'wow' and a triple dick-twitcher (try saying that if you lisp).

The fact that she lived on the other side of the country did not deter me from writing to her, expressing my sincere and gentlemanly admiration of her charms. I, of course, did this by writing an erotic story in her honor. Hey, it's another hobby.

Well, lo and behold, Kerry seemed flattered by the fact that I would take the time as a long-distance admirer to put my fantasies down in words. We rather quickly developed an electronic relationship that was beyond steamy, including taking each other's 'pop' sex quizzes.

Kerry was smart and creative and sensual and occasionally downright filthy and kinky, and she graciously augmented most of her correspondence with various photos of her in various stages of undress. My favorite was the one with a strand of pearls protruding from her shaved swollen pussy, but that's a personal taste.

She also professed to having the ability to churn her kegel muscles so that she could induce her own 'hands-free' orgasms at any time or place, which is always an endearing habit that would undoubtedly win most talent shows.

These are the vital numbers and dimensions, as listed on her port: 49 years old, long blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned, 36-24-36, D cup, 5'7' 125 lbs., dress size 4, bellydancer, eligible for erotic, fitness, or bodypainting photos. And, believe me, as yummy as that sounds, she was even better to see. Kerry was a wet dream's wet dream.

We escalated into periodic and spontaneous 'sexting' and phone sex, and the anticipation escalated with each communication. We made plans to meet for a weekend, with me flying coast-to-coast, and shared explicit, vivid descriptions of what we would do to each other while finally together.

And I backed out, lost touch, got cold feet, all of the above. Career got in the way, mom got sick, and as John Lennon once said, "Life is what happens when you're busy making plans"

Then, magically, more than eighteen moths later, I ran into her photo and profile again in another venue, this one a professional networking site. Though she was fully clothed and conservatively attired in this photo, quite candidly, she looked more sensational than ever. Triple dick-twitching sensational, one might say, if one didn't have a lisp, of course.

So, I contacted her electronically, sent her another suggestive story and further suggested a liaison, offering to fly her to Philadelphia for a weekend. Though cordial and classy as always in her response, her initial reply was somewhat an unequivocal 'no chance'.

It read, "Hey there. I must say it was a surprise out of the blue. Not a bad surprise, I do enjoy your writing style as much as ever. I do have to tell you I am in a committed relationship right now with a guy I adore. We are very well connected in so many ways. I do so hope that you are content at least with your life as it is now."

Now, I've been in committed relationships before, but that's not quite an binding as a marriage. Yes, admittedly, it probably would have been valorous to leave good enough alone, but as Otter so famously uttered in Animal House, "I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part."

And I was just the guy to do it.

So, I did something I hadn't done before. Really, I hadn't your honor, I swear.

I sent her a cock pic. Two, actually. Hey, you have to play to your strengths, right? Thank goodness for my endowment. It's just over seven-and-a-half inches, very thick, with a disproportionately large mushroom head that apparently massages all the right places, or so I've been told. Numerous times.

Since Kerry had been kind enough to send me many past photos of her own incredible attributes, why not forward pics of my own charm, I reasoned, as I hit 'send'. I included a brief disclaimer. "I'm happy for you regarding your relationship, I truly am. But.... I have a disposable camera. Why not just tell him that you're going on a photo shoot?"

This time, her response was more receptive. "Hmmmmm. A photo shoot. Now, why didn't you phrase it like that to begin with? How about the weekend of the 24th? And, may I take pictures of you? We'll call it quid pro quo."

Now, I confess, up until now, over the last two years, I had not sent Kerry's photos to anyone. She never asked me not to, it was just an implied gesture of trust. However, with her visit approaching, I did send a photo of Kerry to an on-line friend of mine, a fellow 'Lit' author, a lovely French-Canadian woman with whom I'd been corresponding and sharing sexual ideas with over the last half-decade.

My pen pal wrote back after seeing Kerry's full frontal nude photograph, highlighting her rippled torso, gravity-defying tits, and muscled, athletic thighs. "My God, that's the most incredibly beautiful specimen of woman I've ever seen. She'll crush you, lol!"

I responded by sending back my cock pics, so I guess now I was becoming a serial-cock-photo-sender. My French female friend replied back, "Wow! Sacre bleu! Holy shit! I take that back. You might crush her. Why didn't you tell me you were walking around with that thing!?!?"

So, duly armed with a bouquet of fresh flowers and seven-and-a-half inches of confidence, I waited outside the security gate of Terminal B in Philadelphia International Airport as Kerry's flight arrived.

It seemed that half of the terminal stopped and admired Kerry as she emerged from the tunnel. The male half. And there were many female admirers, too. If I hadn't mentioned it before, Kerry had told me she had experimented with a woman in her earlier days. This was her version when I once asked Kerry to describe it to me.....

"Hmmmm, Patty was her name. Beautiful brunette with blue eyes and a rocking figure! She put much effort into my seduction. I recall that she smelled sweet and sensuous, her kisses lingered softly on my lips and breasts.

Bringing that flood of desire to my nethers and creating a fire that only she could extinguish. Our exchange was quite mutual as I cupped her full breasts and sucked tenderly on her nipples, leaving them wet and hard then exhaling my breath to cool and further harden them.

Working my way to her pussy with my other hand and inserting a finger into her hot pussy, whirling for moisture to transplant in a slow stroking motion over her clitoris before navigating my mouth to the folds of her labia and kissing, full lips on full lips. Sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the hood of her hardening flower, pulling it gently through my teeth while still working it over with my tongue, illiciting a gasp and a moan from Patty's inner most depths. Now digitally stimulating with my hand and fingers, Patty's own lips now driving my passion to climax and withdrawing expertly to speak erotic observations and requests my way.

We came together many times to varying degrees of intensity. I had forgotten what a powerful experience this was until you made your request. Now I recall quite vividly."

Whew....where was I...?

Oh, yes...

Kerry was resplendent in a sleeveless multi-colored pastel floral sundress with red heels and a long strand or pearls dangling around her wonderful cleavage. She wore large ruby earrings that accentuated her bright red lipstick exquisitely. A wheeled travel bag that trailed behind her was her only luggage, there would be no waiting at baggage claim. Travelers have been known to be stranded for days at the mercy Philly's notorious baggage handlers.

I was the envy of the City of Brotherly Love when she approached me, smiling, her firm braless breasts bouncing delightedly, her nipples on full alert through the light material of the dress, and kissed me softly, gently, a kiss of passionate lovers-to-be, the opening salvo for a weekend of carnal bliss. If the first kiss is the barometer of things to cum, sexual meteorologists would be predicting VERY steamy.

I instantly became harder than finding a lost item of luggage as Kerry leaned her body into mine, hugging the flowers that I had snaked into her palm while we were kissing. "Nervous?" she asked, her sweet voice like music to my ears.

"Very," I admitted. "You're the most beautiful woman I could imagine, Kerry. I'm the luckiest man in Philly."

She smiled, her blue eyes twinkling jets of mirth and lust. "You're about to get luckier." She tucked her arm under mine. "Take me home. I'm yours. For the next forty-eight hours I'm temporarily uncommitted, so take advantage of me while you can on our....photo shoot."

On the moving stairwell, Kerry snuggled her fantastic body against me and raised the bouquet to her nostrils to enjoy the scent of the roses. She poked her hands into the petals and began to take inventory. "How many are here?" she asked, fingering through the pack of seven multi-colored long-stem and one short-stem rose. "Um, eight..?" she guessed.

I smiled at her with a wicked schoolboy grin. "Not quite eight. Seven-and-a-half, actually. I don't want to exaggerate."

She laughed at the analogy and ran her manicured fingers along the stems. "Mmmm, and thick, too. Just the way I like my.....roses."

We reached my car in the enclosed garage and I gently pinned Kerry against the side and we resumed our kissing. This time, in the relative nocturnal solitude of the lot, our kisses were more urgent, hungry, impassioned. I slid the spaghetti strap down of of Kerry's bronzed shoulder and began to trail soft kisses down the nape of her neck, her collarbone, and the top of her chest. I glanced up to see her looking at me intently, subtly guiding my face to her gravity-defying breast.

She took her free hand and lowered the strap below her left tit, and I sucked on it tenderly, tracing small circles with my tongue around and around her pert nipple. She sighed lightly as I felt her body warm, and I tried to slip my hand beneath her dress to caress those toned thighs, but she stopped me by wriggling out of my embrace, her ample left boob still exposed.

"My nipples send nasty messages to my clit, and my clit is already ready to combust. If you keep going, we might get arrested. And if we're going to get arrested, it's going to be at the end of this weekend, not before. Let's get home, OK?"

Reluctantly, I watched her smooth, long legs climb up into the seat of my Jeep. We pulled out of the garage and onto I-95 to head to my home in the western suburbs, about a half-hour drive. As horny as I was, I was also curious. I had to know.

"So, Kerry, a committed relationship? Then, if I may ask, why did you decide to cum?"

She chuckled, and looked out the window towards the Delaware River. "I came.....well, I came to cum. A lot."

She turned to me before I could reply. "My new beau is wonderful, and it's true I do adore him. But, when I got your suggestion, I contemplated it."

I couldn't resist glancing at her legs, which were now revealed to mid-thigh as she changed positions in her seat. She continued.

"See, I haven't just 'let go' in ages. Even with my new boyfriend, yes, the sex is great. But...." I pondered to myself how could the sex NOT be great with a woman such as Kerry, but still, I merely listened.

"With you, I had the chance, however briefly, to be something I've repressed for the longest time. I can just be a sex kitten. You've aroused my mind since we started corresponding several years ago, and the more I thought about it, I just said to myself, basically, 'Screw it, Kerry', just go and have one of the most adventurous weekends of your life."

She bit her lower lip adorably, as if pondering whether she should say what she said next. "And, I admit it. I hadn't had sex for the longest time before I met my boyfriend. Now, well.......the more I get, the more I want. And I wanted to know what it was like to have you. And for you to have me."

I nodded silently, maneuvering the car onto Kelly Drive, past Boathouse Row, adjacent to the Schuylkill River now. "Besides," she said, unbuckling the seat belt. "It's just a photo shoot, right?" She leaned over over the divider and eased her hand into my lap. "It's not as if I was intrigued by your cock pictures, or anything."

She eased the zipper down slowly. I lifted my ass off of the seat and gripped the wheel tightly, and felt her slide my rigid shaft from my trousers. "I thought maybe it was because you just wanted to see the sights of Philadelphia."

Kerry became almost horizontal, stretching her legs onto the back of her seat back. "The only sights I want to see, at least for tonight, are your ceiling and your bedspread when my face is buried in your sheets." She began to stroke my dick teasingly, propping her chin up in her palm while resting on one elbow.

"And this magnificent piece of manhood, right here." Her mouth surrounded my purple tip, already oozing with pre-cum. "Now, just make sure you don't get us killed while I make this big fella very happy, OK?"

Though not endorsed by law enforcement, triple A, safety consultants, or most reputable driving schools, the mobile blowjob is among the most exciting acts known to man. I guess that's why men love women who participate in the thrill sport. Kerry and I had talked about this scenario several years ago, about her welcoming oral gift to me on the trip from the airport. She hadn't forgotten. That was sweet.

And this was to be the most erotic mobile blowjob that I had ever experienced.

Without further pause, Kerry licked her hand sloppily, and briefly held it up for my inspection. I could see that her hand was liberally coated, from palm to fingertips in shining saliva, which she used to begin caressing my impossibly swollen testicles. She kneaded them gently in her hand, and looked over my now throbbing shaft, seemingly to inspect my equipment closer.

"Look at that poor big fat cock," she opined quietly. "Such a waste that it's been neglected for so long."

Kerry moved her hands higher, and I felt her warm saliva begin to slather my shaft as she allowed her mouth to water uncontrolled, so that a long line of drool lead from her lips to my cocktip. She used both hands now, one to rub my balls and the other to rub the flat of her palm on the underside of my cock shaft, spreading the wetness thoroughly over the entire surface. She grasped my cock in two hands, and gave it a nice squeeze, smiling when my cock twitched in an involuntary return gesture of affection.

"You are ready to just explode!" she said at a whisper, her lips close enough that I could feel her breath on my wildly pulsing tool.

She began to softly stroke my cock up and down, her hands incredibly gentle so as not to push me over the edge too quickly. Nevertheless, I quickly felt the heat in my loins begin to grow, and let out a low moan of pleasure and had to focus completely on the road as my cock continued to throb in her grasp. I confess to flickering my eyelids when I felt a light tongue lick on the head of my cock, and I needed every bit of self-control I could muster as Kerry planted the softest, most delicate kisses imaginable onto the crown of my cock.

"Such a beautiful, hard cock." She muttered, seemingly ignoring her own pleasure for now in favor of focusing all of her attention onto my manhood.

She continued to kiss my cock, only now more forcefully, lashing her tongue out to writhe about my head, flickering and circling, tracing the features and contours and smiling all the while. She stroked my cock deeply, firmly, and slowly, her other hand cupping my swollen balls, cradling them in a warm embrace. Her saliva ran down my shaft freely as her mouth watered on the head of my cock, lubricating her hand as she continued to stroke me towards powerful release.

"I need to taste you." Kerry half spoke, and half moaned, as her mouth lowered again deeper onto my cock.

I next felt the most incredible warmth engulf my cock, as the beautiful model descended lower and lower on my shaft as she pushed her mouth down on me. Her hand formed a tight ring around my girth and slid effortlessly down to my base, with her mouth trailing close behind. I felt intense pressure and resistance as my cockhead hit her throat, and then, with a gulp, entered it. As the tip of my dick pushed deeper into her, I could feel her lips stretch forwards to reach the root of my cock, her lower lip pressed against the seam between the base of my shaft and my sperm-laden balls.

My eyes met hers for just a second as she looked up at me, my entire massive, throbbing hard-on buried deep inside her mouth. I could see her throat begin to convulse, and felt it tighten around my cock as barely audible gags emitted from deep within her. A matching stream of tears began to run down each of her cheeks as she struggled to maintain my cock's depth inside her. With a final massive convulsion, she pulled her mouth back, releasing a thick, soupy downpour of saliva from her lips as she gasped for air, hovering over my cock and continuing to stroke it, faster now, and with purpose.

I could multi-task no more. During this blissful torture, I had somehow guided the car onto I-76 east, and now pulled off of the exit ramp at Conshohocken and drove into a parking lot of a Mexican restaurant off of Fayette Street. It was as much to avoid getting us killed as it was to thoroughly concentrate on releasing my inevitable load. I pulled up the hem of her skirt for the first time, and saw her red polka-dot thong, and peeled it to the side, beginning to caress her saturated labia with my fingertips.

I turned off the ignition and groaned as I felt her well lubricated hand sluice up and down my cock, and soon felt her lips join that stroking appendage as she bobbed fervently up and down on my cock, now moaning herself with undisguised lust as I fingered her. I felt an unfamiliar boiling in my balls now as I approached the point of no return, the arousal so intense I felt as if my cock were a missile preparing to detonate. I struggled to keep from aggravating Kerry's crooked neck by pulverizing her gorgeous face, pummeling my cock in and out of her warm, wet mouth. A loud moan of ecstasy escaped my lips and the sexiest woman on earth looked up from her work as if just realizing how close my imminent explosion was.

"Oh John, I want to feel your cum all over my face," Kerry purred huskily in a tone that conveyed a primal sexual hunger that would not accept anything less than supreme satisfaction. I stopped rubbing her cunt, remembering what she had told me once in an e-mail. "When I'm going down on you, don't feel the need to do anything but lay back and enjoy. There will be time to take care of me later." Selective memory at an opportune time.

Climbing into my seat between my legs without missing a stroke, Kerry knelt low so that her face was pressed into my balls as she rubbed my cock up and down. She began to slather and lick and kiss my over-sized balls as I felt the cum begin to bubble up my shaft. I attempted to give a verbal warning but all that escaped was a guttural growl, which causes Kerry to look up, wide-eyed, expectant. Time seemed to freeze momentarily as our eyes locked, and I was overcome by the feeling that this must be what a deer feels when staring into the eyes of a hungry lioness.