KATIE   

 

Katie was my liiving wet dream.

She had long curly hair to her shoulders that was brunette with lighter blonde highlights and shimmered with her every move.

She nearly always wore skirts.

Sometimes they were short and tight and sometimes short and full.

Her gorgeous legs were always on display.

Her tops were stylish and often open enough to suggest, if not always reveal, her ample cleavage.

 

Katie was rarely seen without heels to match her outfit and made her every stride a thing of beauty.

Her feet and legs were often adorned with sheer nylons or with frilly ankle socks.

 

Her face was angelic with pouty lips, chiseled cheeks and pretty hazel eyes.

Her appearance was actually enhanced by her thin rectangular glasses which suggested that she was not only mega hot but smart as well.

 

We shared a class together. It was one of those auditorium classes where a hundred or more early year students just hope to gain needed credits. Still, Katie stood out. 

She didn*t need to do anything special to attract attention but often challenged our professor and was often vindicated by her conscise rebuttals.  

Her intelligence was as real as her beauty.

 

My lust for her grew and one day I saw her sitting on a bench in the library gardens.

She was reading a text but what caught my eye was the way her pink little tongue swirled around her full  red lips.

She moved her mouth as though tasting something and with a final lick of her lips opened her purse.

She  crossed her legs and lit a cigarette. I was amazed to see her left hand slide into her blouse and show evidence that she was caressing and tweaking her breast.

She was oblivious to the world, in her own special place of sensual pleasure, as she smoked and fondled her nipple.

 

"Now or never" I thought and approached. *Hi, my name is Brad.  I think we have that class together*, I said, pointing toward her text.

She removed her hand from her bodice and smiled as she dropped her cigarette to the concrete and twisted her foot upon it.

*Hi, I*m Katie,  Do you understand chapter four of this?*

She held up the text and I said *yea, I think so.*

 

We talked for a long time but nothing sexual emerged.

We merely spoke of family, classes and future plans.

The hour grew late and I finally found the courage.

*Katie, will you please let me take you out?*

* I would love to invite you to dinner; anywhere you want.*

 

*La Maison is nice,* she said,  *Call ahead but Friday next might work*.

She kissed me gently on my cheek and sauntered away with a little extra strut of her adorable arse.

 

La Masion was easily the most expensive resturant in town but, for Katie, I would max out every card I had just to taste those sweet full lips and see her smile.

 

Dinner went well,

Katie was perfection in a short pleated black skirt, strappy five inch heels,

teardrop pearl earrings and a strand of pearls that adorned her pretty neck.

Her loosely buttoned blouse was of blue satin that displayed her ivory cleavage.

She finished her dinner and  excused herself.

 

*Little girls room sweety, I*ll be right back*.

 

Katie was gone for about twenty minutes. I was actually beginning to worry as she slid into her seat  and reached for her purse. 

 

*Thiis  is a smoking section, right?*

 

*Yes, of course, I knew that*s what you wanted.*

 

As Katie pursed her lips and flicked her lighter I noticed a small white substance at the corner of her bright red lips.

Drawing deeply on her newly fired cigarette Katie rubbed her heel up my leg and then thrust it hard into my burgeoning arousal.

 

During ths moment of ultimate pain and pleasure I saw Katie so clearly as she gracefully smoked and twisted her heel into my crotch with a flirtatious smile.

Her  lips were glazed and shiny in the subdued light.

Her pretty blue blouse was soiled with two droplets of crystallized whiteness.

My date, the girl I adored, had returned to our table with cum on her lips.

We continued to talk as she teased me beneath the table

.

I pointed at the corner of my mouth. "Er, you have a little something there." I said.

Her pink tongue slid between her lips and cleaned the spot.

*Oops, I dribbled,* she giggled.

Katie extinguished her cigarette and removed her prodding heel from between my legs.

 

We finished our drinks and Katie suggested we return to her apartment.

Oh yea! I quickly forgot any misgivings about her character as I ushered her svelte young body to my car.

As we emerged into the cool night air Katie pressed tightly against me. There beside my car we kissed for the first time.

Our mouths, tongues, and saliva all melding into the most intense erotic kiss I had ever experienced.

The texture of her mouth and tongue was so soft and wet. Her mouth was smokey with a  slight taste of the wine she had, and something else, a mere hint of a musky

flavor I did not recognize.

 

I was wearing boxers so as my cock grew it extended along my right leg. I had precum leaking as it touched my trousers.

We ended the kiss but I was still mouth breathing as I opened the passenger door and helped her inside.

We drove, in slience, for a while until she casually caressed my thigh.

Her sharp nail gave me a poke. *Looks like you dribbled too*, she smiled.

 

I looked down at her scratching nail playing over a large wet spot on my pants.

Her hand moved between my legs and found my puffy prick, her naughty nails had

a new target.

*IMmm, he*s a good boy*, said Katie, giving me a squeeze.

*If he can make you wet way down there, I wonder, what else he can do?*

 

I feared for our lives if I drove much further under these conditions when she said,

*Park here. That*s my place on the right.*

 

I squeezed her hand and exited.

I opened her door for her and held out my hand.

She took it and led me into her apartment.

 

 

 

 

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Katie flicked on the light and led me into her apartment.

It was smalll, but nice, with black carpet and a chair and sofa of white leather.

A marble topped table sat between them.

Katie took a seat on the sofa and crossed her legs.

"There's wine in the fridge and glasses on the right", she said.

 

I  took the hint and went to the kitchen.

Returning with two glasses I wiitenesed one of those uniquely female moments as she

wiggled a bit and her bra emerged from her sleeve.

I*ve never known how women do that but it is part of the mystery and why I love them. 

I delivered her wine and sat down beside her.

She took a sip and placed her glass on the table.

She leaned in for a kiss.

My tongue slid easily between her full lips and she returned the favor.

 

We finally broke and, as I remained entranced by her sparkling eyes,

she casually thrust her breasts forward and unbuttoned her blouse.

It fell easily off her shoulders exposing one breast.

She pulled me close and whispered.

*Would you like to suck my tittie?" "You do don*t you?*

 

Welll DUH?! 

Just hearing her say 'tittie' was enough to make my penis lurch again beneath

my already moist pants.

I  was in awe of the perky pink nipple that stood out from her ivory orb.

 

"Do you mind if I smoke while you worship my tittie"? she asked.

"Seems right to me", I said, and lunged for the lighter as she casually brought her

cigarette to her lips. I flicked  the lighter and her pretty lips puckered as she held

my eyes and inhaled.

She brought her free hand to the back of my neck and pullled my face

to her naked tit.

"Mmm, Suck me nice, wont you?" said Katie.

 

Nuryeve and Twyla Tharp would have envied the agility of my tongue and mouth

as I sought to explore and delight every aspect of her lovely breast. 

Her nipple grew between my lips and became quite hard.

The engorged nubbin and firm breast totally filled my mouth..

At one point it felt like she was fucking my mouth with her tit.

I suckled until she pushed me away. I reluctantly released her cone of feminine perfection

with an audible pop.

 

She took my face between her palms and kissed me.

"You liked that didn*t you?" 

"I think you're a great tittie licker, now, take your clothes off."

Thoughtless, I stripped and stood before her completely naked with my hard prick

pointing right at her mouth.

Her slim hand went to my shaft and gently stroked it.

She looked wantonly into my eyes as she took a slow drag of her cigarette,

puckered her lips, and blew the smoke over my rampant penis.

I was expecting the blowjob of a lifetime.

I took a step forward expecting her smokey mouth to welcome me.

Instead she gripped me hard and guided me to sit beside her.

 

"I really like you", said Katie, "we can do anything you want; except, I wont suck your cock."

 

"But Katie", I said, *I saw the cum on your lips and blouse at the resturante."

"You gave someone a blowjob on a trip to the ladies room during our date for chrissake!"

"You''re beautiful and I love you but let's be truthful." 

"You most definitely suck cock."

 

Katie extinguished her cigarette and spoke softly.

"I admit I have a naughty little fetish but I will never do it with anyone I care about."

"At least not until I*m married."

*Anything else, baby, just tell me what you want."

 

Her skirt was near her hips, her lacy panties quite wet, and her legs were spreading

wider as she spoke.

I dropped to my knees, pulled aside her panty crotch, and began to feast on her feminine oyster

paying attention to the pearl within.

 

Her pussy really was beautiful so I began with gentle licks and slowly worked my way inside.

Katie climaxed with a gush of girl cream and held me tight with her thighs as I slurped up

all she gave me.

 

We finally gained our feet and I helped her out of her clothes until she

wore only her stockings, panties and heels.

My cock was harder than it had ever been.

 

"Get on your knees, Katie, and over the back of the couch."

 

Katie got into position and I ripped her lacy panties off her arse.

Her puffy quim was clearly exposed but I had to part those bubble cheeks.

Katie was panting and her pink rosebud pulsed like a flower ready to bloom.

I  licked my finger and slid it into Katies* arse. 

*Mmmm, that*s tight, Katie, has anyone visited your backdoor?*

 

Katie sighed, *Only two and one was a girl. She fucked me good with her strapon,"

"Can you fuck my tushy real good baby?"

 

Now, I*m not claiming to be a fabulous stud but brothers and sisters, what would you have done?

Holding her devine orbs apart I touched the pink little star with the tip of my prick

and began the slow progress into her awesome anus.

Her tight little bum squeezed but I gritted my teeth, bit my lip, and continued.

Katie slowly loosened and I found a rythme that seemed to please us both.

 

Katies' rosebud did bloom and milked away at me as I moved within her.

I moved my hand beneath her and found her clitty..

I ttickled it and, when I knew the end was near, I thrust two fingers within her hoping to find the mysterious G spot.

 

Something must have worked because Katies' thrusting bottom nearly knocked me off

my feet as I gave it all up.

Not just better but longer than ever before. 

Holding her, I licked her sweaty neck and back whispering every sweet

something I felt into her ear.

 

What goes up must come down and so it was that Katie turned her head and,

giving me a sly smile, clenched her bottom and pooped my now flaccid prick from between her cheeks.

We helped each other to bed and kissed a lot before falling to sleep.

The next morning we awoke still entwined. I kissed her face,shoulders, breasts, tummy and then licked her sweet pussy until my mouth was full.

This was followed by a pretty conventional fuck that left me drained and fully in love.

 

We continued to date and in the next months Katie indulged my every fetish, whim or desire

except one.

Her pouty mouth was off limits, but only to me, because she loved me.

She freely discussed her desire for a hard cock in her mouth and how easy it was to find a partner.

Few men could refuse a BJ from her succluent mouth and she would laugh about the men she had drained

just before their dates or honeymoons with girls she didn*t like.

 

Katie was a bitch, a very unique bitch, but I loved her slutty kinky ways and everything else about her

so I asked her to marry me.

She accepted but our engagement was a rocky one.

I never bought her explanations of ice cream or pudding being the reason for dribbles about her mouth

or stains on her clothes.

 

Somehow we made it through that time and, on our honeymoon, I realized how true it is that 'practice makes perfect'.

Still in her wedding gown she knelt and freed my cock in an instant.

She gave me a wink and I finally felt her full fabulous lips begin so slowly and then steadily caresse the length of me.

Next I felt her tongue which could dance like a butterfly and her nimble teeth that could sting like a bee.

She could have made me come many times but every time I was close she would just sit back and remove more of her wedding attire.

 

Once down to her garters, stockings and heels she took a smoke break and poured us both a glass of wine.

I drank mine down quickly and then, just as quickly, shed my clothes.

Katie ramained reserved and took a sip of her wine.

She took a seat on a velvet chair in our suite, lit an extra length cigarette, and beckoned me forward.

I tried to think of nothing. God! I loved being so hard and wanted none of my usual random thoughts to foil this moment as she toyed with my cock.

 

She sat with her legs crossed and casually displayed her talents.

I was the witness and lucky recipient of truly elegant fellatio.

This time her smokey mouth did welcome me but she savored the tease and released her liplock to take a sip of wine.

She held her cigarette in a ladylike fashion while her slim fingers fondled my cock..

She would expel her smoke in a gentle stream and bring her full lips close enough for a kiss.

She would grant a kiss and give a coy little lick before taking another sip of wine or purse her perfect lips and enyoy her cigarette.

She alternated between taking me deep into the smokey hotness of her mouth and languid swirls of her tongue wet with cool wine.

 

My legs grew weak, my resolve began to fade, and I knew the end was near.

 

No! I did not spray her face nor flood her mouth that night for my love was too strong.

I needed to hold my beautiful quirky artist and release myself within her.

That came later as she confessed that she had always dribbled on purpose and relished a *facial* as a tribute to her skills. It happened on our three month anniversary.

She had put on fresh makeup and her lips were fuller and brighter than usual.

I got the full treatment and had endured a weeks worth of self denial to witness this moment.

She teased and seduced but wasted little time and soon her darling sexy face was dripping with my cum.

I  had gooed her glasses and thin strands of cum slid from between her pouty lips as her active tongue tried to  reclaim it all.

I  brought her flowers and presents, everyday for a week, in gratitude.

 

Katie is a soccer mom to our two kids now and we are very much in love but there is always a challenge between us.

I regard her closely anytime we have been apart and am always confronted with that sly smile that says, "I might be faithful or perhaps I just don*t dribble."