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Golden Blues
The news was final, and it was bad. After ten years, the
company was closing.
Amy and I had worked side-by-side for the last five
years, many times late into the night. All those
billable hours were completely innocent, but the end was
at hand and we were the last ones left at the grim
"goodbye party" held in my small apartment. I'd just
seen the last guests out and took time to lock the door
after they left.
I realized that this would probably be the last time
we'd see each other. She lay back against the arm of my
old couch, holding an empty champagne glass. I filled it
and placed the bottle among the others on the crowded
table. I sat down near her.
"Well, I guess it's down to you me."
"Yeah. I never thought it'd end this way, but I'm glad
we're together now. It
seems right, somehow. To us?"
"To us."
We touched the rim of our glasses and sipped. We'd been
close. Businesslike and professional, but close. Like
brother and sister, till now.
Now we both felt something more.
"Jerry, I'm feeling very close to you right now and I
just wanted you to know that I'll miss you - and I love
you, a lot."
She rose to her knees and took the glass from my hand.
After setting them down, she turned and placed her hands
on my thighs and leaned forward.
"There's something I've been wanting to do for a long
time."
I felt her warmth as she moved near. Closing her eyes,
she placed her lips on mine and kissed me, hard.
I carefully set my glass down and let my right hand find
its way to her side. I held her, my hand still but firm.
Amy flexed and I felt her back rise and fall, slowly
curving and straightening her back. Her firm behind rose
and fell in slow rhythm.
With my left hand I reached around, grasped her by the
hip and pulled her toward me. We pressed ourselves
together, her lips parted and she touched the tip of her
tongue to my mouth. I opened to let her in, and we began
to explore each other, searching and caressing the
other.
Our breathing quickened, then, after a few moments, she
fell back to the couch and we looked at each other.
She was slim and strong with auburn-red hair in loose
shoulder-length curls. A genuine "tomboy," Amy's
mischievous, sparkling eyes smiled as her hand went flat
against her chest and she tried to catch her breath. Her
jeans had hiked up, showing off the tight curve of her
thighs and the small mound between her legs.
Already, a small dark patch showed her excitement. We
were both practically panting and I didn't even try to
hide my full and obvious erection. She looked down
between my legs, smiled, and stood up.
"I gotta pee before we start."
As she stood and walked toward the bathroom, I blurted
out "Can I watch?"
She turned, smiled, and held out her hand.
My legs began to tremble with anticipation as we walked
to the bathroom. There, we started to kiss again, but
she stopped me with, "I really have to go . . ."
We raced to take off our clothes. I heard Amy's breath
catch as I stepped out of my shorts. I stood before her,
naked, my cock hard and rigid, curving upward toward her
face. Clear precum glistened on the end.
She had removed everything except her white lace bra and
panties, but by the
time I'd finished placing the beach towel in the bathtub
and turned around she
had removed her bra, showing her peach-sized breasts.
They were full and heavy,
ivory white and creamy, with red nipples standing out
silver-dollar sized, pink
areola.
Kneeling before her I reached forward and placed my
hands on her hips. Kissing
below her navel, I could smell her musky scent and feel
the heat from below.
"Hurry!" she said in husky voice. I slipped my fingers
into the waistband of
her panties and slid them down.
I wanted to stare at her forever.
For months I'd imagined what she would look like, laying
back and spreading
herself open with desire. Now I could see her in
reality.
A vertical line of soft blonde down began below her
navel and ran to her panty
line where it grew darker, then spread into a neat
triangle of dark brown
between her legs. Her swollen vagina was nestled among
long, soft and turned-in
curls of light brown hair and I wanted to open her then
and there, but she
pushed me toward the tub where I lay on my back, my
prick now pointing up at my
own face. Amy carefully stepped in and stood above me,
one foot on the bottom
of the tub, the other on the edge.
From below I could see between the deeper russet curls
at the edge of the
swollen, full, outer lips. Her pink clitoris stood out,
hard and erect.
Bracing herself, Amy squatted and the heat from her
bottom warmed my face.
Peering down, I saw the round bottoms of her ass cheeks.
I examined the sharp
upward curve that led to her most tender depths.
Then I found myself moaning with pleasure as she opened
herself before me, less
than a foot above my chest. My field of vision was
filled with her soft pubic
hair, the underside of her clit, and below and between,
the pink lips guarding
her opening.
After a moment, she squatted a bit lower and began to
aim. When she did this,
she opened fully and I looked up into her.
Two holes were above me, one rather large and moist, the
other a small vertical
slit between just above her opening. Her breathing
quickened as she reached
down, and used two fingers to spread herself wide. Her
body became rigid and
she panted, "Oh, God, I'm gonna . . . gonna . . go now!"
The inside of her pussy pulsed once, then twice, and -
for only a second - a
tiny streamlet of near-clear urine sprayed backward,
striking my chest and
rolling down my sides. The stream died, but only for a
second. Her outer lips
began to move quickly as she rubbed herself, her fingers
stiff on either side of
her clitoris. Clear droplets in her hair shook loose and
sprayed us both.
The font opened again and this time she really began to
douse me. It began as a
trickle and grew steady, still spraying backward and wet
my chest. Quickly her
stream strengthened and straightened, moving forward and
wetting my neck. I
could smell the light tartness growing stronger as she
impolitely returned the
champagne we had shared.
She was really going now, covering my neck and chin,
pushing harder and starting
to splash. A light mist of warm liquid covered my face.
I felt the steady approach of her stream and opened my
mouth. This made Amy's
jaw drop and she began to thrash. I closed my eyes.
Her warm urine struck my lower lip, then the back of my
closed throat. My lover
quickly filled my open mouth - it seemed to go on
forever, like a warm river
running over my tongue and lips and face. My ears
filled, but I could still
hear the drumbeat of Amy's shower as it ran from my neck
and shoulders.
Gradually, the taut fabric grew moist behind my head.
The splashing had stopped by now, so I opened my eyes
and saw the strong flow
begin to ebb. The stream slackened, then gained a bit of
strength as it began
to bounce and shake. Amy began to growl and huff, her
fingers moving faster and
faster, working her clit back and forth. The once-solid
stream slackened to a
trickle until I could count the final golden drops as
they fell.
Amy's voice moved from a low growl to a scream. She held
herself against the
wall with one hand and rubbed herself madly with the
other. She began her first
orgasm and I saw her wet and sweat soaked belly, her
soft, hanging breasts, her
head thrown back. Her hips bucked wildly at first, then
stilled as she spread
her vagina and settled on my mouth.
I pushed my filled mouth against her and forced her own
warm liquid against her
flesh. She rubbed her soft, hot pink flesh over my face.
My tongue darted in
and out, trying to keep up with her movements and
looking for her hole.
Gradually, her tartness was replaced by a more familiar,
muskier taste as her
second orgasm covered my face with slick cum.
Slowly, lowered herself and sat down. Her legs folded
gracefully and her knees
bent till her bottom touched down on my chest. I felt
the hot, moist lips and
steamy wetness of her body. She relaxed for only a
moment, coming down from her
plateau, then she lay back, turning sideways to avoid
touching my cock.
She raised up and rolled toward me. With both hands she
grasped my cock. I
looked down toward her as she moved to go down on me.
Two small rivulets of precum had snaked down my fat,
purple head. Amy tightened
her grasp and a sharp tingle when through my balls. A
small, clear stream
leaked from my slit. Amy leaned forward and began to
lick the side of the
shaft. One of her hands went down to cradle my heavy sac
as she rolled on top
of me and placed her knees on either side of my head. We
began a more
traditional "69" and again she held her bottom close to
my face.
I felt her thumb press down on the hole of my cock and
massage the slippery
stuff all over. Gradually, she lubricated her fingers
and started to slide her
hand up and down the shaft. Her pointed tongue probed at
the tiny opening and I
heard her mutter "Mmm, sweet." The warmth of her mouth
enveloped me and I
started to moan in anticipation. My lust for my lover's
body grew stronger.
Amy lowered herself a bit and I tasted her flesh for the
first time, rolling my
tongue against her lips. I loved the look of her now -
reddish pink, butt held
proud and high in the air, cheeks spread. The dark
reddish-pink ring of her
anus was wet, and small, tight curls neatly circled her
opening.
Her hands worked faster and I knew it wouldn't take long
for me to shoot.
Reluctantly, I took my mouth from her and said "Honey,
you're going to make me
cum, hard!"
I expected her to pull away and jack me off in the air,
maybe spraying her face.
Instead, she opened her throat and forced my shaft deep
into her beautiful face.
Her nose touched lightly against my sac and her fingers
began grasping and
spreading my cheeks, probing for the hole. She found my
opening and she began
to work a finger into me.
Her free hand reached back and returned the favor,
pulling one of her own white
cheeks to the side and stretching her anus taut. With my
pinkie, I gently began
to probe Amy's asshole. The pressure on my digit became
less with time and when
she felt relaxed and ready.
When I pushed inside her I felt her take my dick from
her mouth and bury her
face against my balls. She choked out a few "Oh God, oh
God!"'s, then moaned.
With time, her bottom open a bit and I could move my
finger in and out more
easily. I moved up and buried my face in the cleft of
her buttocks. I
carefully aimed my tongue at the round, pink target. Her
taste set me off. I
felt cum rise and fill my shaft, then a long drip from
the head, then a hard
spasm.
Warmth sprayed back on the top of my cockhead as cum
bounced off the inside
Amy's throat. She held her breath and moved her head
down on me even further.
We became one. Her final orgasm raced through her and
she pushed down hard on
my face. Her sweet bottom opened wide and my tongue
slipped deep inside. I was
on my fourth or fifth powerful squirt, and I could feel
that except for the part
of my cock in her mouth, I was still dry. Without even
trying, Amy was able to
swallow it all. The pleasure was so great it began to
hurt, and we screamed
together. Her slim finger slid in and out and rotated in
my hole. The tip of
my own tongue felt the muscled smoothness inside my
lover's ass.
The peak passed, and, with a groan, Amy slowly rose from
sitting on my face.
Her anus closed and puckered tight, then her cheeks fell
together, but the
darkness at the base of her crack still showed the flush
of passion. Moving
slowly, she turned and sat on the toilet. We rested
until we could focus our
eyes and move again.
We stared at each other and began to touch ourselves. We
showered together and
studied each other's body closely. Finally we toweled
off. Warm and clean,
still naked and only half-dry, we climbed into my bed
and began our final night
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