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Deep In The Heart of Texas
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DEEP IN THE HEART OF TEXAS
I had been in Dallas for three days...hot, dry, summer in
Texas kind of days. Stuck at a fancy convention hotel without a
car. No place to go, nothing to do but attend the same old boring
convention meetings each day.
The nights were worse. Despite the gourmet food at the five
star restaurant on the top floor of the hotel there was nothing
else going on. Hoards of drunken conventioneers crowded the
hotel's two bars. There was the usual assortment of convention
hookers--women who looked like 40 miles of bad West Texas road.
After three days I was sick of it. Then came the last night of
the convention...
On the final evening of the convention one of the largest
companies in the industry threw a huge party in the ballroom. It
was one of those theme things--a 60's party with Chuck Berry, Fats
Domino and all the rest on the juke box. You were supposed to come
dressed in the 60's style and out on the dance floor there were
several D.A.'s and poodle skirts in evidence.
I wasn't in the mood for dress up games. I wasn't in the mood
for games, period. I was tired, horny and looking forward to
getting out of town. But there was nothing else going on and the
beer was free so I thought I'd check it out.
The first two hours were terrible. I had gone through a six-
pack of beer while watching a lot of aging business types in blue
jeans, t-shirts and greased back hair trying to recapture their
youth on the dance floor. Desperate, desperate, desperate. I
was about to leave when the band started playing one of my favorite
old songs--"Blue Velvet". It brought back a lot of memories and as
I listened, tapping my foot to the rhythm, I thought about old
romances, urgent fumbling in the back seat of Dad's car and lost
love.
A moment later my reverie was interrupted by a tap on my
shoulder. I turned around and encountered the loveliest sight I
had seen during my trip to Texas--a tall brunette, about 5'10" with
big brown eyes and long beautiful legs. She was wearing a poodle
skirt and an angora sweater that seemed to be molded to her
voluptuous upper torso.
"Would you like to dance?" she asked.
I was lost for words. I just stood there gaping like a dummy,
trying to understand why this gorgeous young woman was asking me--
40-something, overweight and looking like an idiot dressed in a
business suit--to dance.
"I saw you standing here and you seemed so absorbed in the
music, and looked so lonely, that I thought you might like to
dance" she said. "Are you OK?"
I was finally able to regain my composure long enough to
stammer "Sure, let's dance."
We went out to the dance floor and she melted into my arms.
It was as if we had been dancing together forever. We moved as one
across the dance floor. Holding each other close and then closer
as we became lost in the rhythm and the feeling of the song.
The song ended and we parted, slowly, reluctantly. I knew that I
had lost her as she moved away from me. Then as abruptly as the
song had ended a new one began. Another slow song. It was "What's
Your Name" another old favorite heavy with the memory of passionate
kisses on warm summer nights.
"Shall we?" she asked.
I needed no further urging and once again I took her in my
arms and we began to dance. As we danced, our bodies pressed
tightly together, I began to detect a subtle, but very noticeable,
change in my partner. She seemed to become warmer and the aroma of
her perfume, which I had barely noticed earlier, seemed to surround
us like a heavy, sensuous fog. A musky, exotic, erotic blend of
scents that threatened to overload my sensory system.
She moved her body slightly so that my right thigh was between
her legs. Then, ever so gently, but with increasing pressure, she
pressed herself against my thigh. Rubbing, pressing, releasing,
pressing again. Over and over. Her breathing grew shallow and
faster as she closed her eyes, put her head on my shoulder and held
me even closer. Press, release, press, release.
I didn't know what to do. I could not believe that this
gorgeous woman, who I did not even know, was obviously masturbating
against my leg. Even as that thought came to me I realized that I
had not been unaffected by this activity. My cock was standing at
attention--hard and eager to see action--and, as she continued to
rub her cunt against my leg, it seemed that she realized the effect
she was having on me. She opened her eyes then, and as she looked
up at me, it seemed that they were somewhat glazed. She looked me
straight in the eye, ground her cunt especially hard against my
thigh and smiled a slow, lazy and very sexy smile. Then she
reached up and pulled my head down to hers and kissed me. Without
reservation I can say that this kiss was right at the zenith of a
lifetime of kisses.
How can I describe THE KISS? It started slowly. A brief
touching of lips that turned that gradually grew into a crushing of
lips. Her mouth opened and I could feel her tongue, warm and
moist, insisting that I open my mouth as well. Then the feeling of
her tongue swirling around my mouth, dueling with my tongue for
superiority in a fight that I cared neither to win nor lose. And
still, as our lips pressed together, I could feel the rhythmic
pressing of her cunt against me. Gradually I became aware of the
heat of her. When she ground herself against me it was as if my
leg had come into contact with fire. The kiss seemed to last
forever. I did not want it to end. But, inevitably I knew that it
would.
Suddenly the song ended and I knew that I did not want this
woman, this exciting beautiful woman, to leave. As we parted, and
caught our respective breaths, I asked her to come and have a drink
with me. To me surprise she said yes.
We talked for about an hour. Carol, that was her name, was
from Fort Worth. I also discovered, to my dismay, that she had
only come to the party to see a friend of hers. A friend that she
saw about once a year or so--a special friend in a way. It seems
that they met each year at this convention and that during that
time they were lovers. During the rest of the year he went back to
his wife, and Carol went back to Fort Worth.
When she pointed out her friend to me I suddenly figured out
why the guy had been shooting me dirty looks for the past 45
minutes. I was horning in on his time. I didn't blame him. Carol
was the most attractive and sexiest woman I had met in years.
The party was nearly over. People were leaving and Carol and I
decided to leave too. Despite the eroticism of our earlier dance
I had not been able to overcome my usual shyness and had not yet
asked her to spend the night with me. As we walked to the elevator
I knew that my chance was slipping away, but I didn't seem to be
able to do anything about it.
We got on the elevator and found ourselves alone in the car.
This was it. Make or break time. I leaned over to her and put my
lips close to Carol's ear.
"I know that we've just met and that you and your friend have
plans, but would you spend the night with me?" I whispered,
desperately afraid that she would say "No" or, worse, that she
would be offended by my request.
She looked at me, a little shyly, and hesitated for just a
moment before answering "I'd love to. But give me a few minutes.
I have to explain things to my friend."
We arrived at her floor and I gave her my room number. She
told we that she would come to me soon.
I managed to get to my room, trembling in anticipation of what
was to come. I mixed a drink but didn't taste it. I set in on the
table and paced the room.
Then I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it and there
stood Carol. She looked like all of my adolescent dreams rolled
into one.
"May I come in?" she asked. Nervously I led her into my room.
Then, right there in the middle of the room we repeated THE
KISS. It was even better. Hotter, wetter, more passionate and it
lasted just short of forever. We paused for air and I realized
that I had gotten myself into an advanced state of excitement all
over again.
Carol disentangled herself, telling me that she had to use the
bathroom. Not knowing what to do while she was gone I crossed the
room and sat down on the couch, unable to trust my suddenly wobbly
legs.
Carol reappeared from the bathroom looking radiant and
gorgeous. She came over to the couch and sat down beside me. She
snuggled close, put her arms around me and pulled my face down to
hers.
As we kissed I began to explore her body, running my hand up
and down her back. I was surprised to discover that under her
sweater, where I had felt bra straps an hour or so earlier, there
was nothing but Carol.
I worked my way down to her waist and then brought my hand
over towards her stomach and began to slowing move higher. As my
hand encountered her left breast, Carol moaned and pulled me
closer.
Once again her breathing became shallower and faster. She
began to make little mewing noises that I took as signs of
encouragement. I circled her breast with my fingers. First tracing
the outline of the whole breast, then moving in smaller and smaller
circles I traced her areola. I could feel through the sweater that
it was large and somewhat swollen.
Then I touched her nipple. It had become hard and seemed
about the size and shape of a pencil eraser. It was, apparently
also very sensitive because when I touched her it was as if a jolt
of electricity had coursed through her body. Her breathing became
even faster, and her moans more intense. She arched her back and
thrust her breast against my hand.
I opened my eyes and looked down. I could see her nipple
jutting out against the fabric of Carol's sweater. Using the palm
of my hand I rubbed her whole breast and then lightly tweaked the
nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
By this time Carol seemed close to losing control. Her face
became flushed and her body tensed at my every touch.
Carol's hips were moving now. Although I had not yet touched
her below the waist, she was thrusting her hips up and down and
clenching and unclenching her thighs. She kept on moaning and her
body became feverish--hot and tense.
Reluctantly, I released her left breast and, with my hand,
traced a path down her left side, passing over her hip and then
cupping her left buttock in the palm of my hand. I squeezed gently
and massaged her buttock slowly. Then my hand continued its
downward journey, moving down her thigh until I reached the hollow
just behind her knee. I began stroking her thigh, rubbing up and
down and finally paused with my hand just below her stomach and
just above her groin.
Carol became even more animated then. Mimicking the act of
love, she thrust her pelvis forward and then back until my hand
slid down between her slightly parted legs. As I pressed my hand
against her mound, I could feel her slit under the thick cloth of
her poodle skirt.
As soon as my hand slid between her legs, Carol's movements
became even more frantic. In one swift movement she reached down
and pulled her skirt up to her waist. Then, catching my hand in
hers, she pressed my hand against her waiting cunt. Much to my
surprise I discovered she had already removed her panties. I was
even more surprised to find a completely shaved cunt which was
already sopping wet. She was so wet, in fact, that her juices were
running down the crack between the twin globes of her magnificent
ass.
In a low voice, and panting so hard she could barely get the
words out, Carol gasped "I can't believe how turned on I am. I'm
so hot I can't stand it. Please make me cum. Oh...Oh...Oh
please...please rub it...please rub my cunt...don't stop...I'm
going to cum...please just keep rubbing my hot cunt!"
Needing no further urging, I complied. Placing my palm
against her cunt I began to rub her clit in a circular motion, my
movements growing faster as I rubbed.
This produced startling results. Carol's whole body seemed to
vibrate as if it were a musical instrument. By now her legs were
spread wide and she began humping against my hand, faster and
faster, her breath coming in hasty gasps, her movements frenzied as
she roared along towards her orgasm. Suddenly she stiffened, her
cunt pressed hard against my hand and then with a little yelp she
began to cum.
She moaned. She made guttural noises in her throat. She
writhed under my hand as if she were in the throes of some type of
seizure. "Oh God...I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" she cried "Hold me
tight and rub my cunt, I'm cumming!'
Her climax seemed to last forever. And then, gradually, it
diminished and Carol began to relax, her body growing limp and
occasionally tensing as the after shocks of her orgasm rippled
through her.
She looked up at me and smiled.
"Thanks." she said "I can't tell you how long it's been since
I felt like this. Come on, let's go to bed."
Carol headed for the bed as I walked over towards the closet,
loosening my tie and removing my suit jacket. I took of the rest
of my clothes and hung them in the closet. Turning, I saw that
Carol was already in bed, the covers pulled up to her neck. I
turned off the main room lights and crossed the room towards the
bed. As I leaned over to turn off the bedside lamp Carol shook her
head and said "No. Leave it on. I don't like the dark." Then she
looked up at me, smiled and said "By the way, you are a most
attractive man."
I climbed into bed and Carol made room for me under the
blanket. As I stretched out beside her I could feel the heat
radiating from her naked body. I took her in my arms and we lay
there for a moment, body to body, her breasts pressed against my
chest, my very erect cock poking against her lower belly.
I raised myself on one elbow and slowly lowered the blanket,
drinking in the sight of her beautiful naked body, marveling at my
good fortune.
It would not be an overstatement to say that Carol had the
perfect body. She had large breasts topped by dark brown areola
about four inches in diameter. I could see with my eyes what I had
felt earlier. Her areola were puffy and swollen, seeming to be a
separate part of her breast. Jutting straight out from the center
of the areola were long thick nipples. They were stiff and
rubbery, just waiting to be liked and sucked.
Carol's belly was hard and flat, evidence of the time she
spent at the gym each week. Her belly button was an "innie", a
shallow round dimple perfectly centered just above her waist.
As I gazed farther down Carol's body I couldn't help but gasp at
its perfection. But the centerpiece of this perfect picture lay
between her legs.
Carol's cunt was the most beautiful I had ever seen. Two
puffy lips of flesh protecting the clitoris that lay between them.
Even though her legs were only partially apart, I could see her
clit, covered with her juices and glistening in the light, peeking
out from between her cunt lips.
Carol responded to my visual inspection of her body by raising
and spreading her legs so that I got an even better view of that
fabulous cunt. Then she reached down with her right hand, spread
her cunt lips apart and began to gently massage her clit. As she
rubbed it seemed to grow larger.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah" she gasped as she rubbed herself. Then she
raised her hips and slipped one, then two fingers into her steaming
wet hole all the while rubbing her clit with her other hand. "Can
you believe this?" she asked. "I've never done anything like this
before. I can't help it, being here with you is really turning me
on. I've already cum once and I think I'm going to cum again!
Would you like to watch me play with my cunt?"
Fascinated, I nodded my assent.
Her hands became a blur as she masturbated her clit and
finger-fucked her pussy hole. Her hips bucked up and down and she
spread her legs even farther apart.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh...fuuuuuuuuuuuck! she yelled. "I'm going
to cum! Watch me cum! It's happening! Oh Jesus, oh I love to
finger-fuck myself! Now here it comes......Ooooooooooooh!" And
with that her body tensed and then began to shudder as wave after
wave of orgasmic pleasure overtook her.
Then it was over and she lay still. Her fingers, slick with
cunt juice, left a wet, sticky trail as she slowly moved her hand
up to cup her right breast.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You've really had an effect on me."
By this time I was beyond surprise and well beyond anything I
had ever experienced. All I knew was that I wanted to thoroughly
explore this adorable body.
So I did what I had wanted to do ever since I met Carol. I
leaned over, parted those bare cunt lips and began to lick her hard
clit. I savored her pungent salty taste. I wallowed in her
wetness. I had cunt juice running down my chin and I was in
heaven.
With this new onslaught on her cunt, Carol once again began
moaning and writhing. My tongue found its way down the length of
her slit and I paused at the entrance to her love tunnel. Then as
Carol thrust her hips up towards my tongue, I drove it deep into
that wet hot hole, bringing exclamations of lust and sexual frenzy
from her sweet lips.
"Yes, yes. Oh baby, tongue-fuck me. That's right...right
there. Now stick it in again. Oh yessssssss. Ahhhh...now lick my
clit. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh yes use that wonderful tongue. Do it.
Do it. Do it!"
Looking up the length of Carol's heaving body I could see that
she had her hands on her breasts. Squeezing and pinching the
nipples. She took the nipple of her right breast between her thumb
and forefinger of her right hand and began to pull on it.
Stretching her breast out a good five or six inches she moaned as
she milked the nipple. Then my vision was obstructed as she
reached down with her other hand and mashed my head into her cunt.
"Oh baby!" she yelled. "I'm going to cum again. Just keep
doing that. Oh...lick it, lick my hot cunt. Oh its sooo good.
Keep licking, keep licking, oh...oh...oh!"
And with that she grabbed my head in both hands and began
rubbing her cunt against my face. Her movements became so frenzied
that, for a moment, I found my nose inserted into her cunt. I
nearly drowned, or suffocated, or both. Finally, I used all the
strength I had to get my nose out of her cunt and my tongue back on
her clit.
"That's it. That's it. Oh shit, here it comes. Yes,
yes....I'm cumming...I'm cumming...I'm cummmmmmmmmmming!"
And for the third time that night Carol experienced a mind
boggling orgasm. I watched, helpless, as she rolled around on the
bed, her orgasm becoming the center point of her universe.
"Ummmmm." she purred a few minutes later. "That was
terrific. You've been a very good boy, but I'm afraid you've been
neglected."
With that she reached down and took my rock hard cock in one
hand and cupped my balls in the other. I almost lost it right then
and there. I had never been with a woman like this. It was
exciting, breathtaking, thrilling and the most incredible
experience I had ever had.
Slowly she stroked my cock. "My, that's a big one." she said.
"And, what's this?" she asked as she touched the droplet of pre-cum
that had formed on the head of my dick.
Well, truth to tell I had never thought of myself and
particularly well-endowed. I figured I was pretty close to normal
size but, what the hell, I wasn't going to argue with her at a time
like this.
"Would you like to put that big thing inside me?" she asked.
Once again I couldn't speak. I just nodded like an idiot.
Carol moved under me and spread her legs. Then, holding my shaft
with both hand she inserted my cock into her steaming tunnel.
As we began to move together, my cock going in and out of her cunt,
Carol's emotions began to overcome her once more.
"Oh! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. "Do it harder and faster.
Stick that big cock way up me!"
Not wanting to disappoint the lady, I did as she asked. I
matched her rhythm with my own and soon we were going at it like
gangbusters. Sweating, grunting. In and out, in and out. Her
cunt was like a vacuum cleaner sucking my cock back in each time I
withdrew. I could hear a squishing, sucking sound coming from her
wet cunt as I thrust into her like a jack hammer.
"Ooooooh lover! Ohhhhhh! That's sooooo goood!" she gasped.
I held myself above her, braced on my outstretched arms as I
pistoned into her time after time. As I watched the emotions of
lust play across her face, Carol reached down and began to rub her
clit again.
"Yes, yes. Keep going, keep fucking me! she said. "Keep on
fucking me while I jack off my clit." And, having said that, she
took hold of her clit between her thumb and forefinger and began
jerking it up and down--just like a guy jacking off his cock.
I watched in awe as she continued to jack off her clit,
masturbating in a way I'd never seen or heard of.
"Oh God!" she cried. "This is soooo gooood! Are you watching
me? Are you watching me jacking off my clit. Oh! My little
clitty feels so good. It's so hard and wet. And my cunt feels so
hot and slick with your big cock sliding in and out. Oh! I love
to masturbate. Yes, yes, keep fucking me."
Now she began to get really heated up and I could barely keep
up with her. Finally, I pulled my cock out of her cunt and began
stroking it, my hand covered with her sticky cunt juice.
"I'm going to cum again." Carol whispered "Do you want to
watch me cum again? I'm going to jack off my clit until I come!
Then I want you to fuck me again."
And off she went, rubbing and pulling her clit until I thought
she was in danger of pulling it off. As she masturbated she began
to speak, talking to herself as if I wasn't there at all.
"That's right. Do it right there. Pull on it. Squeeze it.
Jack off that clitty. Make that cunt cum. Yessssss! Oh, sooo
good. Uhhhhhh. Jack off. Jack off. Jack off. Pull that clit.
Ahhhhh...feel that hard clitty, feel it getting big. It's so wet
and slippery. Yes, oh yes, that feels so good! That's it...keep
pulling that big clit...oh stroke it...stroke it. Yessssss that
feels so good, so fucking goooood! Come on now...keep stroking
that clit...jack it off...make it cum. Now...jack it off
hard...JACK...IT...OFF...HAAAAAARD! That's right. Sooo good. Yes
I can cum...oh yes I can! My cunt's going to cum...it's going to
cum. I can't stop it, it's going to cum now. I'm jacking off my
clit and I'm going to cum right now! Yes...yes...ohhhhhhh...it's
happening...I'm cumming...I'm cuuuuming. Now, quickly...put it in
me. Put that hard thing right in my cunt. That's right...slide it
in...harder...farther...faster...ooooooooh! Oh my God, oh fuck, oh
geeze...dont't stop! It's happening again! I'm going to cum
again. I'm going to cum. Oh please, make me come! Use that big
hard cock and make me cum! Don't stop...don't stop. Just keep
fucking me with big cock! Make me cum. Then I want you to shoot
your cum inside me. But make me cum now...oh now...oh nowwwwww!
Yes, yes, yes...here it comes! Yesssssss...I'm cummming.
Oh...oh...oh...aaaaaaaaaaaaah..."
At that moment she thrust her hips up again, welding her body
to mine and I knew I couldn't hold off any longer.
Thrusting my cock as deeply into her cunt as I could go, I let
fly with my own orgasm. It was so intense I nearly passed out. I
could feel my cock spasming inside her cunt. Squirting wildly
inside that beautiful pussy hole, the sperm pulsed out of my cock
and bathed her love tunnel with gobs of shimmering white goo...
...slowly my world began to return to normal. The roaring in my
ears ceased. My eyes could focus again. I took in great gulping
lungfuls of air trying to regain my normal respiration. My
heartbeat slowed.
I looked down at Caroline. She gave me a little smile and
stretched like a cat, slowly and luxuriously.
"That was amazing!" she said. "Where did you come from? And
how soon can we do that again?"
"Give me about ten minutes." I answered. "I'm not as young as
I used to be."
And so we continued, on through the night. I never did make
my meeting the next morning and I damn near missed my plane. But
I'll always have a certain fondness for Dallas...and poodle skirts.
ELBEE
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