Anne’s Longest Lover

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M was one of my now husband’s friends. At the time J and I were dating more or less regularly but still seeing others from time to time. I’d always had a huge crush on M ever since I met him while partying with J. He was very sexy and very sure of himself. He was also very easy to look at and be with. One afternoon he came by my house looking for J. When he found out he wasn’t there he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I jumped in his car on the spot. We drove for a while and then M started down a country road that didn’t see very much traffic. Our conversation moved from casual to talking about dating to flirting outrageously. As he parked in a shady spot I could feel myself getting wetter by the second and incredibly horny. He turned off the car and I snuggled up against him. We were passionately kissing with my top off in what seemed like mere seconds. I relaxed and just let myself go with it as he took off my bra freeing my breasts. I was in heaven as his tongue probed every corner of my mouth while his hands opened my jeans. I moved down in the seat and raised my hips as he pushed my jeans and panties down far enough expose my now dripping pussy. He knew what he was doing and had me cumming in seconds as he rubbed and pinched my clit, kissing me all the while. After a few moments he let me catch my breath as he rubbed my own wetness around my nipples before licking it off. He suggested we move to the backseat.

I was laying on the backseat with my jeans partly down and topless (my top and bra and shoes were still in the front). He took off my jeans and then pulled my panties slowly off as he stood there in the open car door. He stripped and was beside me on the seat. I started stroking his cock which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him while he fingered me and we kissed some more. He moved up along my body and I took his cock into my mouth. I licked him from the tip slowly down to his balls before taking each one of them into my mouth. I licked every inch of his balls and I swear I could feel them getting heavier. I slowly licked my way back up and then slipped my mouth over him and down his shaft. For some reason everything lined up just right and I felt him slip into the top of my throat. It was the first time I’d ever had a cock actually in my throat. I slowly kept going until my lips were around the very base of his cock. He started to move back and forth being careful not to make me gag. He came in seconds and with him so deep in my throat all I could do was swallow it down.

He stayed there until he started to get soft them slowly and carefully withdrew. We laid together again and kissed for a while as he started playing with my clit and fingering me. He brought me to the edge a couple of times but seemed to know just when to stop to keep me from going over. Then he slowly kissed his way down my body until he was licking my clit. He had a way of flicking with his tongue that no one else has ever been able to do. It was incredible and I came a few more times. I was still in mid-orgasm when he slid up my body and I felt his cock enter me. He was looooong. Far longer than J. I felt him bump into my cervix and it hurt. At the same time I found myself on the verge of cumming once again. He pushed again and I could feel him slip past my cervix and into the very heart of me. I screamed only to have my mouth filled with his tongue, still tasting of my juices. He fucked me gently but firmly as I had what seemed like one long never ending orgasm until he was ready to cum. He stopped kissing me long enough to ask me if I wanted him to pull out. All I could do was lock my legs tighter around him and whimper. He came deep, deep inside of me and I can still feel it today. I was cumming too, realizing what he was doing. He collapsed on top of me and we both lay there, bodies still connected, until he softened and slipped from me.

We eventually got dressed, or mostly dressed. He kept my bra and panties and I really didn’t care. I remember that when we finally got me home my hair was still plastered with sweat, my top was buttoned wrong, and there was so much wetness from my juices and his cum that it looked like I had peed my pants. Although we saw each other many more times we never connected again. Neither of us ever told J and he and we are all still friends today.

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