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More than Words
Deborah has been my friend for a while. She’s a proud big woman (she’d tell me, “I’m fat. Big is for boxes). Deborah was out during the whole Black Friday thing since one in the morning for her nephews when she rode by my house. It was slightly cool but Deb decided that today was boot weather, so she walked in with a red clingy-type dress and calf-high black boots. She brought me some of her peanut butter brownies. We’ve known each other for about six years and I always admired her resilience as well as her breasts and body. At around five and one-half feet and close to 200 pounds, she nevertheless pulls off sexy fashion combinations, and her necklaces always accentuate those round, big brown breasts.
I had gone out to her car to check her tire balance and when I returned from the two block drive, she had my browsers open including the Xhamster site. I pretended not to notice so that she’d have time to close the Chrome window while I reached for my own keys on the desk. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, I quickly opened the browser to the page and hit the back arrow. She had clicked on menus for my profile, my news, my conversations, and a compilation movie I was watching of women’s screaming orgasms. She and I are not shy around each other where it comes to sex, and we have had a nice second base type of relationship since we met. Her second husband had fucked up her mind and been abusive, so as far as intercourse was concerned it was always a no-go.
When she walked in the den, I was at my desk with the Xhamster page open. I asked if anything interested her. She softly slapped me on my face, went at sat down on the couch, and asked me if anything interested me. We had done the mutual masturbation thing several times in the past and at that point of the morning, I was good with a some live-action jerking to start the day. There were rules that she had. No grabbing her head. Consent to touch. Just the visual cues so as not to be an asshole. She pulled the dress over her head and undid her bra. I dropped my sweats and was already hard. She looked at my dick, reached for it and stroked it, and then stammered, ” I can’t…”
We had reached this point before. So close yet so far away. I gave her an open mouthed kiss and positioned my leg between her supple thighs. This was uncharted territory as I had not even touched her pussy since we had returned from a movie three years ago. Fuck! She was soaked. She sensed the pressure of my leg and shifted back on the couch. I leaned in as my dick hovered between her breasts. I was nervous as I didn’t know what to expect and I certainly didn’t want to make things uncomfortable. I pulled at the length of my dick with my right leg against her tight-fitted black panties. She held her head back and reached for my waist pulling me into her. I thought she was going to shift on the couch to fuck but she grabbed her big tits and rubbed them on my dick.
I really wanted her to suck my dick, blow on it, spit on it, anything, but this is what she wanted. She pulled away for a second and stared at my cock. I had leaked pre-cum on her breasts and she stared at my dick head. She reached out and grabbed my dick. Her stroking felt mechanical yet rhythmic. It was stroke-pull-stroke-pull pause again and again. I leaned my face near hers to kiss her. She received my tongue and started stroking me harder. I took a chance and leaned over her and wedged my dick between her breasts. She said, “that’s what you want” and moved off the couch onto the carpeted floor.
She removed her panties and I knew this was the moment as she was initiating the action, but she told me to put my meat between her titties again. I had not said a word since we undressed as I was usually the one that would turn her on with vocal filth when we were clowning. In sort of a bull-riding position, I reached back with my right hand and rubbed my palm against her clit and mound while keeping my left hand above me cock as I thrust it between her breasts. She grabbed my hips and rocked me against her chest. I reached around to roll her nipples in my fingers and she moaned so loud that I felt myself tense up to cum. I placed my hands on either side of her head and moved against her stomach as if I were fucking her. She squeezed her breasts against my cock tighter than wake-up pussy, and after more pumping, I came on her neck, face, breasts, and stomach.
I rolled off her as not to smother her but she rolled back on me. In that moment, I felt her pussy hair and moist cunt lips glide over my cummy cock’s head. I gave a small nudge at the entrance of her pussy, and she moved the folds of her soaking cunt onto my dick through shifting her legs above my waist. I was inside of her. It was like a could feel a faint beating at the entrance of her hole vibrating at my cock head. She pushed her ass back and I could feel myself going past her pussy lips well inside of her. The faint beating was more pronounced now as I could feel it on the veins of my dick. She raised up from my chest as I slid myself down to position myself for thrusting when she said, “Just the tip? Right.”
I caught myself laughing because I thought I had said this aloud and yes, it was exactly what I was thinking. She rolled off me but I reached around to hold her. She stayed in my arms for what seemed like a half-hour before she reached up to get her bra off the couch. Though my dick was rock hard, I knew the window for play was closed. We got up and I watched her reverse strip tease. Deborah said, “Can we talk about this later? I just want to ride this feeling out for a while. That didn’t totally suck” she said with a smile. I looked at her as I ran my hand down her boots to the heel, “Well, thank you. I guess,” I said smiling back. She spoke, “I did good today…” I interrupted her and said, “Look. don’t define this. It’s play and sex and passion and joy and protection.” She blurted, “And trust.” I affirmed, “Yes, baby. And trust.”
She asked if I wanted an extra sweet potato pie a relative left at her house and I enthusiastically said yes. She smiled and said, “Damn, boy. You had more words today for my cooking than for my pussy.” I laughed and told her I want both.
“We’ll see,” she said.