Loading...Have you ever met a 27 year old woman who was a virgin? More intriguingly, imagine that this 27 year old virgin was shapely, very pretty, college educated and sophisticated in a northeastern pseudo-intellectual, ultra-liberal, politically correct kind of way. If that wasn’t enough, she was also a vegetarian, of the most extreme variety.
Imagine then that this 27 year old virgin was also quite aware of her sexuality and very eager to lose her virginity, but she could not quite rid herself of some impossibly high standards that the man who would take her virginity had to meet.
Then, overlay all this with a Roman Catholic upbringing with all the guilt baggage about sex that this upbringing could impose on a young woman.
More incredibly, despite a bachelor’s and master’s degrees in the humanities from well respected schools, imagine this virgin regularly consulting a woman she called an “Oracle” and delving deeply into astrology on a routine basis.
Her idea of a great time was to prowl through department stores and stores like Crate and Barrel and antique shops. She also hated sports and cats. That was Angela.
Now imagine this 27 year old virgin meeting, online, a 32 year old southern born and bred guy who had a Ph.D. in statistics and research methodology. Protestant, sort of, and not at all politically liberal, this guy had lost his virginity at 14. He laughed at astrology, shopped online because of his dislike for stores and shopping, and had attended undergraduate school on a football scholarship. If that wasn’t enough, he ate barbeque and fried chicken religiously and loved his two cats. That was me.
Imagine two more disparate people. “Culture-clash” is far too tame a phrase to describe how different we were. Yet circumstances evolved so that we spent one memorable weekend together some three years after we initially met online.
How we met in a chat room now escapes me, but she sent me an instant message challenging me “to gratify her sexually” in a private conversation. (Yes, she actually spoke and wrote in that fashion). So I accepted the challenge and we engaged in cyber-sex until I asked her to un-hood her clit for me. Apparently she exploded into orgasm at that request. She decided, she later told me, that I had to be her boy-toy because no one had ever made her have such an explosive orgasm online or anywhere else. Recall, she had never been brought to orgasm by anything other than her hands and fingers in her 27 years.
Angela made me promise to meet her online the next evening and I acquiesced. That evening we did meet online and she was full of questions about me. I was guarded in my responses while her responses to my inquiries were anything but guarded. I can’t be sure what kind of image I was portraying to her, but I was developing the image that she was a real flake. She was very nice, but I wasn’t sure she had both oars in the water at any one time. In good time she asked me “make love to her” online so we again engaged in cyber sex and she pronounced herself very satisfied and very intrigued by me.
We lapsed into regular online meetings for a year or more and these sometimes culminated in cyber sex. Some of the things she shared with me left me laughing, and some left me wondering if she lived in the here and now. I found her goofy and she described me as “mostly a barbarian.” Many times she asked me if I really had a Ph.D. and really worked for a university. Clearly I did not fit her image of what a Ph.D. did or said.
One notable evening she asked me for my phone number. I inquired why she wanted it and she explained that she wanted to hear my voice. Seeing no harm in it I provided it.
One day later Angela phoned me. I was entranced by her voice. It was musical. All the words she had ever written and all the orgasms she had enjoyed had never excited me that much. I actually grew a hard-on just listening to her. Similarly, she was excited by my voice which she described as sexy and my voice “made her wet.” Her request was that I make love to her on the phone.
We did make love on the phone and I asked her to put the phone to her pussy and to let me hear her fingers plundering her pussy. She complied and it was quite evident that she was beyond juicy and she was hot. Her orgasm was unmistakable in its intensity and duration. Similarly, I shot my load across the room onto a wall six feet from me. Both of us were breathless from the experience.
Angela calmed down and told me that she wanted me to take her virginity for real. I thought about that long and hard and told her I did not want to be the one to claim her virginity because, in my opinion, she was going to fall hard for the first guy who entered her and I didn’t want to break her heart by walking away. My image of the good life did not include marriage, a home, kids, and a van, all of which were her view of a good life.
We argued long and hard about this, but I held firm and we put the issue to the side where it lurked as a real issue for her. The months turned into two years during which time we routinely talked and engaged in phone sex.
Things got testy more than a few times when she asked if I was dating and I told her I was. On one occasion she shocked me when she said, “That’s my cock and I don’t want you putting it in some hussy.”
She said that I erupted in anger and made it abundantly and nastily clear that she owned nothing of me or mine and I hung up on her.
A few nights later Angela phoned and apologized. I was very cool towards her and concluded the conversation shortly.
Over time my anger lessened and I again occasionally acquiesced to her requests for phone sex. One night as we talked our conversation inevitably concluded with her request to “make love to me.” We began our love-making but she interrupted us to say, “I forgot my candle in the living room. Let me go get it.”
She returned to the phone to say that she had her candle only to have me ask why she wanted or needed a candle. She explained that she used it as a substitute for my cock. I told her she was a mess and I would get her a dildo and send it to her. She yelled at me and told me I was a mess and she wanted my cock.
Then she started crying and sobbing that I was a “beast” for denying her myself and my cock. I said we were done. This had gone too far and she was living in a state of make-believe and denying herself the opportunity to meet a man with whom she could be compatible and who could provide her all the sex and more that she needed or wanted.
Two days later, Angela called again with a proposition. “Would I take her virginity if she was still a virgin at the age of 30?”
I quickly replied that that would depend on the evidence I saw that she was genuinely trying to meet men and make a relationship for herself. We parted company for more than a month after that and then Angela called to say that she had met Trent. Trent was wonderful. He was tall, blond, a gentleman, a school teacher and very sexy. My question was blunt and to the point. “Are you getting laid?”
Angela said she had sex with him every weekend and she loved it and she was so happy to no longer be a virgin. I said, “Good. Now, get married.”
Wouldn’t you believe though that things went sour with Trent? Angela recovered and then met another fellow and that ended and then she met George and Angela thought George was the one. Importantly, Angela described George as a tiger in bed and she was very satisfied with her sex life and with George.
A week before Memorial Day Angela called to ask me what I was doing for the Memorial Day weekend and I told her that I was going to Alabama to play golf. She responded with, “No…You are coming to see me. George is out of town that week and weekend and I want to put you behind me and get on with my life with George. To do that, I need you to come spend the weekend with me. She did not want to go forward with her life still wondering what it be like to be with me.”
I asked, “Will that be it between us?”
Angela agreed that it would. I changed my plans and took a plane to her location and drove to her place in a rental car. I rang her bell and she opened it and we both stood dumbstruck. Her many pictures did not do her justice and I told her as much. She said the same thing about me. I stepped inside and put my hands on her shoulders and said, “You’re more beautiful and diminutive than I thought you were.”
She ran her hands up and down my arms and chest and said, “You’re a lot bigger than you said you were.” I put my arm around her and we walked to her couch and sat down and I kissed her and she returned my kiss with passion. The kiss lasted and lasted. I was aroused and I knew Angela was, too.
I began unbuttoning her blouse and she helped me. I could not get her bra off quickly enough and she helped me and threw it aside so I could look at her. She was gorgeous. Her tits were firm and very round. They reminded me of large oranges. Her nipples were hard and erect.
I licked one nipple and she literally hissed with the pleasure she experienced. I licked the other nipple and she whispered, “Suck.”
I sucked her nipple into my mouth and loved it long and hard. Angela was breathing hard and she moaned, “Oh my God! I’m going to cum!” She did cum and then she lifted my face from her tit. I looked at her and she gasped, “I never came from being sucked before.”
I smiled and said, “There’s a first time for everything I guess.”
I asked, “Where’s the bedroom?”
Angela led me into the bedroom and I guided her onto her back on the bed and unbuckled her belt and unzipped her slacks and pulled them and her panties off. She watched me carefully as I placed a pillow under her and spread her legs and placed them over my shoulders. Angela stiffened and I asked if something was wrong. She said there was nothing wrong, but she had never been licked before. I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Where do you find these guys?”
I said, “Relax.”
She tried and I helped by parting her abundant hair and licking her already open and wet lips. She bucked and said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
I licked slowly and Angela almost squealed, “I love it!”
I continued to lick and she squirmed and made loving sounds and then I licked her emerged clit. She yelled, “Yes!”
I made love to her clit with my tongue and she exploded into a prolonged orgasm and I resumed licking her clit. She said, “Oh no! It’s too sensitive.”
I ignored her and licked it some more and she screamed and slammed her arms into the bed and came again. This time her cum almost gushed from her pussy.
I left her pussy and pulled myself up along side Angela and wrapped my arms around her and hugged and kissed her. I asked, “Do you like being eaten?”
She responded, “I love it. Why won’t George do that for me?”
I asked, “Have you asked him to lick your pussy?”
She shook her head, “No.”
I said, “Well ask him! You’re such a moron. You’re cuter than cute, but you’re a moron.”
Angela yelled back, “You’re a bigger moron!”
Over the years we had taken to calling each other “morons” so no nasty insult was intended or perceived.
I kissed her and she giggled and snuggled against me.
I held her a bit longer and then got up and undressed.
Angela, surprised, said, “You have muscle definition.”
I looked at her and said, “Duh!”
Then I stepped out of my shorts and she gasped and said, “Oh, it’s big. Let me hold it.”
I climbed back on the bed and she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked and looked at it. Considering that Angela hadn’t sucked me yet, I was awfully hard and very eager to put it into her. I let her stoke me and the feel of her tiny hand was more than enough to make me hard. While she stroked me I reached down to her pussy and slipped my middle finger into her and commenced finger-fucking her. She responded by saying, “Oh, yes.”
I found her G spot and massaged it. Angela whimpered. After perhaps two minutes she stopped whimpering and grimaced and came on my finger and hand. She rolled into me and wrapped her arms around me and said, “You made me cum four times. I’ve never cum that much.”
I smiled and said, “Good. Then, you don’t know what you’re capable of doing. Let’s go for five.”
Angela said, “I don’t know if I have the energy.”
My response was, “Let’s see” and I repositioned the pillow under her bottom and rolled her onto her back. Then I spread her legs and mounted her. I slid my very aroused cock into her wetness and groaned at the glove-like effect of her tight pussy. I bent over to kiss her and our kiss lasted for the duration of our fuck. I pumped her pussy with a steady rhythm and I felt her legs clasping my waist. She humped back at me until she stiffened and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock. Angela came again and she broke our kiss to moan and then collapse into the bed. Still hard, I put my weight on my knees and elbows and allowed my cock the luxury of a soak in her sopping pussy.
I whispered to her, “I love your tight pussy. I want to be in it all weekend.”
Angela asked if we could rest a bit. She claimed to be worn out so I slipped out of her pussy. I told her that I had to take a leak and I wanted her to hold my cock while I did so. Angela’s eyes got big and she claimed that she had never done that and my response was that it was time she did so.
I pulled her to her feet and she grasped my hand to lead me to the bathroom. I removed her hand from mine and placed it on my cock and instructed her, “You lead me by my cock.”
She did so and, once in the bathroom, I positioned myself in front of the toilet with Angela beside me and I showed her how to hold my cock and aim it. I asked “Ready?” and Angela blushingly nodded her assent. I let fly my stream and Angela said, “Ooooooooh!”
While she held me I slipped my hand between her thighs and cupped her mound and massaged her pussy. Angela whimpered, and said, “Oh, this is so decadent.”
I asked if that meant she liked it or she did not like it? Her response was a blush from her face down to her gorgeous tits.
When I finished peeing I asked her if she had to go and she nodded yes and added, “But I can’t go with you watching me.”
I assured her she could and positioned her over the toilet while facing it as if she was a man. I bent her knees and said, “Go ahead.” Angela stood up and whirled to face me and said, “I can’t.”
I spun her back around and said, “You can and you will.”
Blushing, Angela said, “You have to hold me.”
Standing behind her I wrapped my arms around the small woman and nuzzled her neck while stroking her spectacular tits. She murmured, “I always knew you were a barbarian. This is so depraved.”
I said, “But, don’t you feel liberated? Don’t you feel that you can ask me to do anything now? Don’t you feel that you can do anything now?”
Her response was the sound of her pee hitting the toilet. She gasped, “Oh this is so wanton. This is so unlike me. I can’t believe this.”
Still holding her I whispered, “And, you’re going to tell all your girlfriends about this, aren’t you?”
Angela squealed, “Yes!”
Still holding her I asked, “Do you want me to rub your clit now?”
Angela groaned, “Oh yes!”
I did rub her clit and she grasped her nipples and pulled them and then she came yet again and slumped to the floor of the bathroom. I sat down and pulled her back against my chest and wrapped my arms around her and asked, “Are you having fun?”
She sighed and said, “You are a barbarian. I can’t believe what you just made me do.”
I laughed and said, “You loved it.”
Angela blushed and said nothing.
After holding and calming her I mentioned that we needed a shower. We arose and Angela turned on the shower. She turned to me and asked, “Are you going to shower with me?”
I responded, “You’re a moron. Of course I am.”
True to form, Angela shouted, “You’re a moron! And you’re decadent, too.”
We climbed into the shower and soaped each other and kissed for a long, long time. I asked, “Surely you’ve showered with one of your boyfriends?”
Angela shook her head, “No.”
I suggested that she intimidated her boyfriends and she needed to loosen up and just let things happen. Hearing that, Angela looked at me and it was evident that the wheels were turning. Perhaps my suggestion had found some fertile ground.
We concluded our shower and dried and I said, “Let’s go get something to eat.”
Angela protested, “But, I want to cook for you.”
I firmly said, “No” and added, “I’ve heard for three years what you make for your guests and I don’t want any of that sissy food. In the South, ‘vegetarian’ is regarded as an old Indian word for ‘lousy hunter.'”
Angela stamped her foot and shouted, “I’m an excellent cook!”
I mollified her and said, “I know you are. But, I don’t eat what you so excellently cook.”
Angela looked angry and hissed, “Well, what do you want to eat?”
I said, “Take me to a restaurant you like that also serves real food. I’ll be fine if I can get some chicken.”
Angela muttered, “Barbarian” and turned to pick up her panties.
“No,” I said. “No panties. No slacks or shorts either. Wear a dress or skirt.”
Puzzled, Angela asked, “What?”
I grabbed her and said, “You heard me. I want to sit in a booth in a restaurant and finger-fuck you so don’t wear panties or slacks.”
Angela almost shrieked, “You wouldn’t!”
“Yes I would” I responded and kissed her.
She said, “I won’t let you!”
I indicated that, “Yes, you will let me.”
Angela just stared at me in wonder. While she stared at me I picked up her lavender panties and asked, “May I have these?”
Wide-eyed, Angela asked, “Why do you want my panties?”
I explained I wanted them so that when I got too horny I could jack-off into them and think about fucking her.
Angela let out a moan and rushed into my arms. I held her and she grasped my cock and said, “You are so very decadent and wanton. This is so unlike me. I can’t believe I’m behaving like this.”
I asked her to suck my cock for a moment before me left for dinner. She knelt before me and took my cock into her mouth. It was apparent she was inexperienced, but she didn’t hold back on the effort. She murmured, “I love your cock.”
I asked, “Do you want me to fuck you before we eat dinner?”
She shook her head, “No” and got up to dress in a nice blouse and skirt. She started to put on her bra and I again stopped her.
Angela yelled, “I have to wear a bra!”
I explained, “But, what if I have a chance to play with your tits while we’re out? I can’t very well do that if you’re wearing a bra.”
With lots of muttering and sideways glances Angela put on her skirt and changed to a more opaque blouse so that her breasts and nipples were not so obvious.
Finally dressed we started out the door and I asked her to drive because she knew the area. We buckled ourselves into the car and I asked her to pull her skirt up to her waist so I could see her pussy when we were in the car.
Angela’s response was, “Nooooooooooooooooo!”
I looked at her and said, “Angela!”
She relented and pulled her skirt up around her waist and bared her pussy for me. We sat there for a moment and Angela moaned and placed her hand over her hairy mound. I asked her not to touch herself. She complained that I made her too horny.
“Ok,” I said, “Just sit here for a minute and I’ll finger-fuck you.”
She groaned and reached across the console to grab my cock inside my pants while I leaned over and inserted the middle finger of my right hand into her pussy and stroked her G spot. She was already on sensory overload and with a scream her pussy clenched my finger and she bucked as she came on my finger and hand.
We waited while her breathing returned to normal. She asked me to drive while she guided me claiming that she was too wiped out to drive.
She got us to the restaurant safely and we went inside and sat, side-by-side, at a booth. She whispered, “Please don’t finger me. I’m so tired I’m not sure I can stay awake during dinner.”
I said, ‘Ok.” I grinned at her and asked, “Having fun?”
She shook her head in bewilderment and said, “I can’t believe my own behavior. This is so wicked and depraved. This is so unlike me.”
I persisted, “But, are you having fun?”
In response she buried her face in my bicep and whispered, “Yes.”
We finished dinner and I asked, “Where do you want to go?”
It was late and Angela asked that we return to her place so she could rest.
We did go to her condo and we went to the bedroom. She undressed and put on a beautiful light blue negligee. She told me, “I bought this for this weekend.”
I complimented her on her choice and thanked her for thinking of me when she purchased it. Then I asked her to remove the panties though.
She asked why and I explained that I usually awoke between 3:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m. and I would want to fuck her and the panties would be a hindrance.
She just looked at me and said, “You’re not a barbarian. You’re an animal.”
My rejoinder was, “And, you’re going to say I can’t have you?”
Angela giggled and said, “I didn’t say that.”
We crawled under the covers and she asked me where my pajamas were. I explained that I slept naked and she purred, “Barbarian” as she snuggled up to me. She fell asleep with my arms around her and her hand around my cock.
I did awake at 4:00 a.m. with a raging hard-on. Angela was sound asleep and hardly stirred as I spread her legs and crawled between them to lick her pussy. It took a few minutes of pussy licking to cause her to stir. When she did she was groggy, but she placed her hands on my head and I heard her whisper, “Ohhhhh, so nice.”
After a few minutes more of licking primarily her clit I pulled myself into position to mount her. Pushing her negligee beneath her chin I took her right tit into my mouth and sucked hard and steadily and I worked my cock into her pussy. I thrust slowly until her legs came up around my waist and then I stopped to place her legs over my shoulders. Angela whispered, “Oh my God!” when I had her legs firmly over my shoulders.
I kissed her and placed my tongue in her mouth and matched the thrusts of my tongue to the thrusts of my cock. Angela himpered, “Ohhhhhhh” repeatedly until, she moved her head and mouth away from my insistent tongue thrusts and she screamed as she came convulsively. When she had finished her prolonged cum, I withdrew my cock from her pussy and straddled her. I jacked off onto her beautiful tits and had my first cum of the weekend.
Angela lay breathing heavily, but I could enjoy watching her by the dim light of the night light. I scooped up a dollop of cum and fed it to her. She tasted and said, “You taste like animal.”
I said, “Your pussy tastes like tofu. You’re a moron.”
Angela said, “I’ve never seen a guy make himself orgasm before. That was exciting.”
I said, “From now on, you can do it.”
We settled down and Angela asked me, “How can I get George to do some of the things you’ve made me do?”
My response was, “Made you?”
She snuggled into my chest and said, “Yes! You’re a barbarian and very wicked and you made me let you lick me and pee and suck you and shower with you and put my legs over your shoulders.”
I responded with, “You horny little vixen. You loved it and you can’t wait to tell your girlfriends what you did.”
Angela said, “I’ve decided I can’t tell Christa all the things you made me do, but I can tell Cindy. But, how can I get George to do these things?”
I said, “I don’t know George, so I have no idea. I’d guess you’ll just have to ask him. Discuss it with him based on something you read or something your girlfriends do.”
Angela lay quietly saying nothing and looking at the ceiling. I told her, “Go to sleep. Think about this later.”
Angela initiated a long, lingering kiss and did go back to sleep as did I.
We both awoke much later and I said, “C’mon. I have to take a leak.”
Angela got up and took me by the cock into the bathroom where she very eagerly placed me in front of the toilet and held my cock while I relieved myself. Finished, I said, “Now you.”
Angela turned to sit down on the toilet seat and I said, “Oh no.”
“That’s too embarrassing!” protested Angela.
I pointed out to her that, “Peeing like a guy made you horny and you wanted me to rub your clit for you.”
Angela had a genuinely passionate look on her face and she squatted over the toilet bowl and let loose while I held her. As she finished, she said, with real urgency, “Rub me!”
I cupped her mound and slipped my middle finger into her juicy slit and simultaneously pressured her clit. With a shriek Angela flooded my finger and she slumped back against me and again we sat on the bathroom floor with her leaning against me with my arms wrapped around her.
“Oh, this is so very wicked. How do you make me do these things?” Angela asked.
“Oh, hush” I murmured in her ear. “You love every moment of it.”
Angela turned in my arms and kissed me fiercely.
When she broke her kiss I asked if she was ready to shower. She was and we climbed into the shower and we washed each other. While in the shower I asked if she had been fucked doggie style. She said George did that to her regularly so I asked where in her condo had she not yet been fucked. Angela blinked and said, “Trent did me on the couch” and George did me on the couch and in the bed.”
I responded with, “Ok, so you haven’t been bent over the kitchen or dining room table or couch and been fucked from behind?”
Angela’s eyes got big and she nodded ‘no.’
We finished showering and dried each other and I sucked her tits which she liked. Then I sat down on the floor and told her to straddle her. She bumbled about and I grasped her by her hips and positioned her above my face and commenced licking her pussy.
Angela moaned, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” But, she thrust her pussy against my mouth. When she grasped her nipples and began tugging them I stopped licking.
She looked at me in panic and asked, “Why did you stop?”
I arose and led her by the hand to the dining room table and bent her over the table with her arms and hands supporting her. I spread her legs and slid my cock into her pussy. Her pussy drove me crazy. She was tight and she was so wet she was soaking my balls. Angela lasted perhaps only five minutes because I was pounding her hard. Her pussy was making squishy noises when she thrust backwards and impaled herself on the full length of my cock and she screamed, went rigid, held onto her orgasm for a minute and collapsed backwards onto me. I eased her to the floor and held her. She grasped my very stiff cock and slowly stroked me. We kissed long and hard and then I held her while she stroked me.
Her phone rang and she jumped. Angela got unsteadily to her feet and picked up the receiver and looked at the caller id. She turned to ma and said, “It’s Cindy. She’s checking to make sure I’m ok.”
She answered the phone, listened for a bit, smiled and said, “I’m fine, really. Yes, I’m ok.”
Grinning, she said, “He’s a total barbarian. He’s wicked and depraved and you won’t believe what he’s made me do.”
Then she said, “I can’t tell you. He’s right her with his big thing poking me in my bottom.”
While Angela listened to Cindy I pulled out a dining room chair and sat on it with my hard cock sticking straight up and pulled Cindy to me and motioned Angela to mount me. She shook her head ‘no’ and I grabbed her and said, “Sit on me.”
She did and Angela groaned into the phone. Then she said, “He just made me sit on him with his big thing inside me.”
I couldn’t hear what Cindy was saying, but I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was agitated about something.
I leaned into Cindy’s free ear and whispered, “Fuck me, you little vixen.”
Angela went into sensory overload between Cindy talking to her and the sensations of sliding up and down and my cock.
Angela handed me the phone and said, “Cindy wants to talk to you.”
I took the phone and heard Cindy ask, “What are you doing to her?”
My response was, “Listen for yourself” and put the phone down to my crotch where the sounds of her pussy slapping against my pubic bone and the sloshing sounds of her pussy riding my cock were unmistakable.
I let Cindy listen for a while and then brought the phone back to my ear and asked, “Ok? Do you have any questions?”
Cindy sounded a little breathless and asked, “What else did you do to her?”
I responded, “I’ll let Angela tell you because it will be more amusing to hear her hyperbole than to hear the simple truth of the matter.”
Angela took the phone from me and said, “I can’t talk now. I’ll call you back in a few minutes” and she put the phone down on the dining room table.
We wrapped our arms around each other and we fucked with a passion. Angela came again and I stood up with her dead weight and put the phone back in its cradle and then carried Angela to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Her face was devoid of expression. She was somewhere else by now. I waited until my hard-on softened and lay down beside her on the bed and held her and whispered in her ear, “You’re quite beautiful and a wonderful lover.”
She did hear me because she turned a bit and snuggled against me and muttered, “Thank you, but you’re a debauched barbarian.” Angela dozed for possibly thirty minutes and when she awoke I handed her the phone from the bedside table and reminded her that she had promised to call Cindy.
Angela was still a bit groggy but she did phone Cindy and, again, reiterated that she was fine and I was debauched, wicked, wanton, and a barbarian. Angela listened a while and said, “No, I’m naked on the bed with him right now.”
She listened for a while longer and exclaimed, “You did?!”
Angela perked up at that and looked a bit animated. Then she paused and thought a minute and said, “Ok, I’ll tell you now just one thing he did to me. He put a pillow under my bottom and then put my legs on top of his shoulders and he licked me and I never felt anything like it until you phoned when I was sitting on him.’
Angela began stroking my cock as she listened to Cindy and then told Cindy, I’ll talk to you tomorrow after the barbarian leaves.”
She said her good bye and gave the phone back to me. With twinkling eyes Angela told me that Cindy had grabbed her dildo and “did herself” after the earlier conversation at the dining room table.
I asked “How do you reconcile telling Cindy everything you’ve done while I won’t breathe a word to anyone?”
Angela said, “It’s ok for girls to talk, but boys shouldn’t.”
“You’re a moron” was my response.
“You’re a bigger moron!” was her retort.
“I want breakfast. Get up and get dressed without panties or bra and a skirt” were my instructions to her.
Angela said, “Ok, but why am I not sticky and gooey? Didn’t you cum in me?”
“No, I didn’t cum in you” was my answer.
“Where did you cum?” was Angela’s response.
“I didn’t cum”
“Oh! Poor baby” and she licked my cock.
I looked at her and said, “Keep that up and you’re going to get fucked over the kitchen table.”
Angela quit sucking immediately and said, “No! Not yet. I can’t take any more of this thing now.”
Angela went to the bathroom and freshened herself and then I did the same. She was dressed when I emerged from the bathroom and I said, “Lift your skirt and show me your pussy.”
Dutifully Angela lifted her skirt to her waist and I saw her bushy mound. “Show me your tits” I asked. Angela unbuttoned her blouse and showed me her bare tits. I kissed her and said, “Nice.”
We left the condo and I asked her to direct me to the nearest Cracker Barrel. She looked at me in complete puzzlement and said, “A what?”
“Cracker Barrel” I repeated.
Her response was “I don’t know what that is.”
I growled, “You are a complete moron. Then take me to the nearest IHOP.”
Angela frowned and said, “A what?”
I swore a blue streak and muttered, “Ok, where do you go for breakfast. Take me there.”
Angela lit up like a candle with a big smile and said, “I like the Butterfly’s Wings for breakfast.”
I swore another blue streak about the freaking Butterfly’s Wings and opened the door of my rental car for her. She slid in and buckled herself and I got into the driver’s seat and started the car. “C’mon,” I said, “skirt to the waist.”
Angela protested that riding like that was debauchery and she wouldn’t do it. My counter argument was “Then why does it make you horny? Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”
She heaved a big sigh and muttered “Beast” and lifted her skirt to bare her pussy.
She directed me to the restaurant and I drove with one hand on her mound and her breathing said volumes about her thrill with the situation.
At breakfast Angela ordered some concoction with berries and granola and two percent milk and heaven knows what else. I ordered a three egg omelet with mushrooms and three pieces of bacon. The waitress reacted as if she had been slapped across the face. “OH, Sir, we don’t serve meats in this restaurant.”
Angela convulsed into laughter and her delight was so infectious I had to laugh, too. I just nodded acceptance to the waitress and when she had departed I muttered to Angela, “You’ll pay for that.”
Then the little vixen completely surprised me and put her hand on my lap and grasped my cock through my pants. I looked at her and she smiled. I put my hand on her thigh and she asked me, “Please don’t.” She explained, “I’ll cum… I know I will and I’ll make a scene.”
I said, “Ok” and removed my hand from her thigh. Her hand remained around my cock.
We breakfasted and went on to have a wonderful day hiking through a state park nearby and enjoying a nice dinner. Although she would not say so, I think the highlight of the weekend for Angela occurred in the state park. I stripped her naked from the waist down and bent her over a picnic table and fucked her from behind. The power of her thrusts as she impaled herself on my cock spoke volumes about her enjoyment and excitement and contradicted her protestations about the indecency of the act.
That night in bed as I held her she said, “You taught me a lot this weekend. You taught me that sex should be uninhibited and fun and I’m going to find a way to have George do all the things to me that you did.”
I kissed her and said, “I’ve had a wonderful time.”
She said, “Thank you. I know now that I couldn’t marry you. You’re too different, but what a wonderful barbarian you are.”
We went to sleep and the next morning she even thanked me for the 4:00 a.m. fuck we enjoyed.