I had just broken up with someone that I thought was more than just a friend. She was that I had tho

I had just broken up with someone that I thought was more than just a friend. She was that I had thought was that one someone I could love for the rest of my life. She was sexy, witty, and intelligent. The perfect woman I had dared to believe. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Las week, nearly eight months into our relationship I caught her with her ex-boyfriend fucking in our bed and in our apartment. I kicked the cheating bitch out of the apartment and out of my life. It was the most painful thing I’d done in my life. I was angry. I was miserable. And, as I always do when I’m angry and miserable, I called my best and oldest friend. Donna had been my best friend from grade school. She always knew how to make me feel better and she never called me an asshole when I put my heart in a blender. Like now. She told me to forget the slut. That love was waiting for me. The right woman would show up at the right time and that was that. She also told me to get away from the apartment for a few days… and to burn the bed the two of them had fucked in. I took her advice. The next day I tossed the mattress into the trash, the same as I did her, took a few of my stacked-up vacation days and booked a short cruise to the Caribbean. I met Helen the first night out. She was at the bar alone, going through her third margherita of the night and already signaling the bartender for another. She was pretty, with long raven black hair and a slim yet shapely figure hugged only loosely by a bright pink floral mini-dress that displayed the utter perfection of her smoothly shaven legs. She had already turned away several guys trying to make their play. Each was obviously here just to find some pussy – any pussy – and she could spot their sleaze and their bad pick-up lines a mile away.Casting caution to the wind I slid into the barstool next to her and asked her why she had decided to pick that night to start drinking like a fish. At first, she was insulted, telling me to ‘fuck off’, but as it turned out she was there for the same reason I was. Some jerk had cheated on her and with her own roommate. I called him an asshole and bought another round for the both of us. Then I told her about my own story, and she called my ex a bitch and ordered the next round. By the time we had reached the ‘well, fuck them both’ stage we were both rather giddy from the booze and hanging off each other and laughing like we had known each other forever. The club was about to close so I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the bar and we decided to head back to her room to finish it.Neither of us had any intention to let what we were sharing lead to sex. We sat on her bed, finishing off the last of the champagne, her head leaning against my shoulder and all we were doing was talking. We talked mostly about cheating exes and how shitty it was to be alone when everyone you knew seemed to be hooked up> We talked about coming home alone to an empty apartment and about asshole landlords who wouldn’t even allow you to have a fucking dog to come home to. But as the night wore on, and the effects of the alcohol started to taper off, our lips found each other. We made out like teenagers for a while. All tongues and sloppy kisses, our hands exploring each other’s bodies clumsily as she unbuttoned my shirt and I quickly slipped her dress over her head. I swear our lips never separated for more than moments as we rolled around the bed, kissing and touching and tearing each other’s clothes off, letting them fall into a tangled heap on the floor by the bed. Helen was just as breathless as I was after a while, panting out hurried words as she felt my hardness growing along her thigh. On impulse I slid my fingers between her legs and began rubbing her mound slowly with my fingertips. She leaned back, closing her eyes, moaning deeply as I found the courage to press my fingers along her lips. Her panties were soaked and for long moments we lay there gazing into each other’s eyes as I stroked her into what I swear was a shivering mini-orgasm. Nervously, she confessed to me that her cheating boyfriend never ate her pussy. The asshole thought it was disgusting for some stupid reason. She lay there, fighting to control her panting breaths she practically begged me to go down on her. Lucky for her, I absolutely fucking loved the taste of pussy. I told her so as I slid down between quivering legs which spread wide for me, allowing me to slide her panties down her thighs, revealing her perfectly trimmed pink pussy. Helen ran her fingers through my hair, her voice whispering my name almost gratefully as she felt my hands gripping her behind the knees, my tongue sliding along her wet-as-all-fucking-hell pussy lips.I was doing everything that she wanted. My exploring tongue and whispered words were enough for her to raise her hips, so I was able to pull her soaked panties down her legs and enjoy the view of her exposed pussy. She lay there, her eyes closed and her breasts rising and falling with each excited breath, waiting for my next move. My mouth was now positioned right above her glistening mound – and I was starving for a taste of her. Without hesitation, I began to lick her pussy. The woman was moaning and gasping every time my tongue slashed by her swollen little clit. I was licking her pussy in slow, practiced circles pressing the tip gently into her wetness. She tasted incredible and the sounds she made, grunting and moaning with each flick of my tongue, only urged me further.I slid a middle finger inside of her, rubbing just behind her clit as I sucked it softly between my lips. She didn’t expect this and gripped the headboard hard, biting her lip, mewling on about how amazing it felt. I began pushing my finger in and out, fucking her just an inch or so in as I kept sucking, making her gasp louder and louder. My finger began pushing further and further inside her tight little pussy. Helen began quivering along her whole body, her moans urging me to finger-fuck her faster and deeper. I felt her pussy walls shuddering as I drew her clit between my teeth. Helen was going to cum in moments and I wanted this first one to be epic in scale. I slid a second finger in to join the first and started pounding her deep. She came with my fingers buried deep inside, her pussy walls contracting like mad as she thrust her hips off the bed, grabbing at my hair, screaming to wake the neighbors.When her orgasm subsided, I slid out and a stream of juices followed. I licked it up hungrily. Helen held her breasts in her hands, watching glassy-eyed as I licked and bit her juices off of her warm inner thighs. She told me that she felt a huge emptiness inside of her when she came back to my senses after her orgasm. I watched as she settled down with a smirk on my face. I was proud of the fact that I had led her to such a powerful orgasm and was more than eager to repeat that triumph. Helen just smiled back at me and closed her eyes. The last thing she remembered was when I whispered “Goodnight” as I kissed her soft lips. She tried to answer me but all she was able to do was murmur before drifting to sleep, the effects of the alcohol and her orgasm finally taking hold.Helen woke up next day alone. I had returned to my cabin to take a shower and grab some clothes that did not smell of late-night bourbon. She started to remember what had happened the night before. She knew that I had fingered her and ate her to orgasm, but what if I had also fucked her in her sleep?! Shit, did I use a condom? She barely knew me. Was I some creep that would really make use of that opportunity? Then she heard a knocking on her door. Quickly she slid on her wrinkled dress and opened the door a crack, of course forgetting to latch on the chain lock. Bearing breakfast, I kissed her on her very surprised lips and let myself in.After finishing breakfast and assuring her I wasn’t the creep she might have suspected, we just lay back on the sex-rumpled bed and waited for whatever came next. Helen kissed me softly on the lips, thanking me for not being an asshole after she drifted off. A moment later and our tongues were once again raging in each other’s mouths. It was our first passionate kiss of the morning and our first completely sober one, giving us zero room for excuses from here on.I slid my hand up under her dress and began to fondle her firm little ass. Son enough her dress was back on the floor along with my fresh shirt. I hesitated a moment, long enough to truly admire her body. Her breasts were small, but they fit perfectly into my palms and her cherry-bud nipples sprang to life at my touch. Helen ran her own fingers over my chest and arms, crooning at the way her fingers slid through the hair which formed a ‘V’ pointing straight to my crotch.  We took the time to make out once more, this time a lot more gently and carefully, exploring each other eagerly with slow touches and soft kisses. She let me take the initiative once more. Leaning back against the headboard she reached down to stroke her soft pussy lips, priming herself for what was to come. Helen lay there watching me unbutton my jeans, sliding them off as I stood by the bed smiling, giving her a show. I stopped, my boxers concealing the swollen cock-shaft that pressed out lewdly through the thin material. The head trying to burst through. Helen started to moan softly, wanting to see my cock so badly as her fingers began working her pussy to a frothing mess. Without warning she reached out and pulled my boxers down fiercely, watching wide-eyed as my cock sprang to attention bare inches from her lips.She took my hardened meat in both hands. It felt warm and strong in her grip, just like it should be, and Hellen smiled wickedly as she led me back onto the bed. Still holding my cock in her hands she slipped the head into her mouth and began to suck it slowly, stroking the tip with her talented tongue. It was as if she wanted to return last night’s favor, proving that I wasn’t the only one who could inspire an orgasm with just my tongue and fingers. Whatever, Helen was an incredible cock-sucker and it wasn’t long before I was kneeling there with my eyes closed, moaning quietly as she had me on the very edge of losing my load. She slid more of my cock inside her mouth and began to move up and down along the shaft. After a few shot minutes she knew I was about to let it go and there was no chance of holding it back a moment longer. Helen slid my cock from her lips and leaned back into the blasts when they came. Laughing happily, she took all of my pent up cum across her breasts and belly, shrieking anew with each hot burst of spunk. When I was finally done shuddering and lurching, the last drop of seed dripping from the tip, she took my cock once more into her mouth to lick and suck away every last taste of my seed.We lay on our backs, recovering, and Helen began to touch her breasts massaging my cum into her skin until her body glistened in the morning sun which was sneaking in past the window curtains. She smiled that same little wicked smile, her eyes shining, knowing full well what that view would do to me. The time had come, and I asked her gently if she was ready for the next step. She nodded, giggling gently, as she saw my still-solid cock jerk in approval. I reached down to my jeans, leaning over her legs, to pull the condom out of my wallet. I slid it on and moved over her, feeling her legs sliding along my hips. She moaned softly as my rubbered shaft slid down her belly and between her legs, whimpering of how hot my cock felt along her skin. It seemed that everything Helen said or did just made me even harder for her.She wanted me inside of her, she moaned. She wanted my cock inside of her, possessing her.  I wanted that as well, so incredibly badly, and looked straight into her beautiful brown eyes as her hands guided me inside of her. We both gasped with pleasure. My cock was sliding deeper and deeper inside until it was in all the way down to the balls. She felt so fucking warm! So fucking tight! I pulled my cock out slowly, until only the tip remained in the wet folds of her pussy-lips and then after the briefest hesitation, pressed forward. Moving her hips up to meet me, Helen matched my stroke perfectly. We began moving quicker and quicker with each passing moment, the sound of each wet slapping thrust driving us harder. I kept pulling almost the entire way out of her each time, then ramming all the way inside as deep as I could manage. We were panting loud and our lustful moans echoed off the walls. A few heart-stopping minutes later Helen saw that I was getting close. It felt like fucking heaven she squealed but she knew she would never come while I was pounding her with a cock covered with condom.I pulled out, leaning back on my fists, my body and hers dripping with sweat. Helen looked me in the eyes, her own gaze clouded with need, and tore the already broken condom from my aching shaft. She wanted me to fuck her bare, without a condom, so that all the sensations would be that more intense. But she made me promise to pull it out before I came and blast my hot cum across her breasts once more. Helen promised to make it up to me, sucking my cock into another ball-busting hard-on as soon as I was done. Deprived of reason by this point, I saw no reason not to. I pressed once more between her thighs, watching as she threw her head back and moaned as she felt my now raw and dangerous cock pressing through her swollen cunt-lips. The feeling was incredible.I worked the head of my cock inside. She was dripping wet as i slid deeper and deeper into her, feeling absolutely no resistance as I sank in all the way to the base of my shaft. We held each other tight, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body, taking a moment to enjoy the sinful pleasure of my bare cock lodged deep within her unprotected pussy. With a quivering breath she reminded me to it out before cumming and I nodded dumbly taking it as a que to begin.Helen placed her hands on my chest as we began to move, gazing into each other’s lust-clouded eyes. It felt absolutely amazing and we found ourselves losing whatever hold we had left on reality in that incredible moment. It took only a few more minutes and I already felt that I was close to my orgasm. I accelerated, pounding her pussy as brutally as I could, and she began to pant and moan out of pure pleasure. Helen came hard, trapping my cock deep in her pussy with her legs and arms wrapped tight, trembling long my own shaking body. I was in a state of complete arousal by now. We both were. And neither of would or could do anything if my balls starting pumping gallons of thick potent seed straight into her unguarded womb. There would be no condom to stop it. No pulling out. My seed would blast deep into her on a holy mission to spark life within her fluttering belly. Helen came and kept cumming, squealing in my ear as her pussy muscles tightened along my cock.Our lips mashed together again, and I started to pound into her with short, powerful strokes. Helen urged me on, panting between desperate kisses, begging me to fuck her as hard and as deeply as I wanted. Suddenly our lips parted, and we looked at each other knowing… just knowing. She felt my cock grow even harder, our gasps coming louder and louder. The thought of her pussy filled with my load caused another orgasm to rise, blasting its way up her spine and into her brain. I slammed as hard as I could inside her, closed my eyes and smothering her beneath me, kissing passionately. I groaned into her mouth and fired the first burst of my seed straight into her womb. Helen quaking under me, I came again… and again. Neither one of us could remember cumming that hard for a long time, if ever. All started to imagine how it would be if Helen really did get pregnant. But for some reason it did not matter, and together we lay there wrapped around each other for heaven knows how long as her body milked my twitching balls dry. Our orgasms eventually weakened, and I looked into her eyes. Our bodies were still glued together by hours of sweat and sex-juices. In the end I pulled gently off of her chest, but I didn’t take my cock out of her. Instead I kept it firmly lodged inside to make sure that none of my seed escaped her. That it would do its job. She smiled up at me with that smile of hers, her calves still wrapped around my hips in approval. Both of us knew there was no point in fighting it. That it was somehow right. Incredibly, amazingly, miraculously right. After a short rest and some room service, we were both ready for another go. Once again, she told me to forgo the condom - it would not matter now anyway - and begged to feel my seed shooting deep inside of her as we came grunting, crying, whimpering in each other’s arms. Both of us were ready to accept the consequences of our recklessness. Helen accepted with pleasure every inch of my raw cock inside of her, and every drop of my vital seed as well, until the end of the cruise. Now I’m sitting by the fireplace looking on my wife’s swollen belly. Just like every day I wait nervously for Helen to tell me it is time. The bags are already packed in the trunk of the car. All is ready. Now all I am waiting for is for her to raise her eyes to mine and give me that wicked little smile one more time. That wicked little smile that still gets me hard for her. -- source link

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