I’ve known Diane for more than 20 years. We first met in Indianapolis, when she was in high school. It was an all-girls Catholic school, and I was cast in a role in the school’s spring musical. We had several important scenes together, including one that ended in a kiss. I always liked Diane tons. She was really smart, had a great sense of humor, and was a totally hip individual.

Diane and me stayed friends for a few years, but then we lost track of each other. She’d gotten married and moved to New York for a while. I also got married, staying put in Indy, buying a home, raising three kids. Eventually, I got divorced, then moved to Austin, Texas, which I’d heard was a pretty cool place and had a thriving music scene. I always had some aspirations to get some songs published, but mostly I made a living as a journalist. After my byline was published a few times in a local newspaper, I received a call from my editor.

“Hey, do you know a Diane Swenson?”

I thought a second. “Well, yes. Why do you ask?”

“She called here a while ago. She’d seen your story in the paper, and wanted to know if you were the Brian Mikulski who used to live in Indianapolis.”

“Oh my God,” I said.

He said, “Yeah, she lives in town here. She sounded very interested to know who you were.”

“Did she leave a number?”

“YES.”

“Amazing. Thanks a lot.”
I called her the next day. We arranged to get a drink somewhere that night. We had a really nice reunion. She told me how her marriage hadn’t worked out, and how she’d returned from New York to Indy, and then eventually relocated to Austin. She was doing marketing work for a small music publisher.

The thing about Diane is that we get along great, and have a lot in common intellectually. We’re really very well suited for each other in many ways. Looking at her after so many years had passed was interesting. She looked the same basically, as I had remembered her from her high school days, though she was now in her late 30s and was a little stockier than I remembered her. Diane’s looks were average in a cute way—or cute in an average way. But her personality really did sparkle and her brains were unmatched by probably every woman I’d ever known. So it was really cool to know that someone from my past, whom I had liked so much, was also living in my newly adopted city.

Now Diane and I stay in regular contact, checking to make sure we’re still employed, still healthy, still thriving. Occasionally, we’ll catch coffee, or a drink, or maybe take in a show together. We’re quite simply the best of friends.

It’s funny, though. You might think that two people who get along so swimmingly might take things to the next level. In other words, sex. Now it’s not that I don’t think about sex when it comes to almost every woman I meet. I do. But where Diane is concerned it’s...well..I dunno. It’s almost as if because we are such good and obvious friends, and have so much going in all those personal and intellectual areas, that introducing the sexual element might ruin things.

I’ve never quite put my finger on it all. Maybe I’m just not as attracted to Diane physically as I might be. She is pleasant looking, dark-haired, about 5’5,” average build. On the other hand, her sexuality isn’t readily apparent. That is to say, she doesn’t really seem to play up the sexual. She dresses professionally and modestly for the most part.

Our conversations will sometimes touch on fully adult topics. In those cases, it’s about things that relate to our own relationships. After all, we both have dated a little in our post-divorce lives. But even then, we talk around those topics mostly. We can get earthy about things, but we always stop short of getting more particular about each other. Some relationships, after all, ought to stay simply friendships without sex, and that’s where Diane and me were at.

Meanwhile, I’ve been moving into my 40s in the past few years. It has its physical effects. For example, I can still get it up. And I can still keep it up. But I would be less than frank if I didn’t say that I’m definitely noticing changes in my, shall we say, studliness.

Since I haven’t been with a regular girlfriend for a few years, and since I don’t go to hookers, I find myself jacking off pretty much. I’ve got my share of favorite porn sites, and tend to either favor the ones with young girls or, alternatively, the ones with plumpish older ladies. Not that buxom younger babes don’t get me going. They do. But there’s something about a riper older lady, 40 or more, with some meat on her bones, that just drives me wild. Frankly, the porn sites don’t have enough of those gals.

In any case, I wack off every chance I get. And I’ve noticed more recently that it takes me longer to get my cock hard. Also, after it gets hard, it gets really sensitive, so much so that I have to back off the stroking or else I’ll come way too soon. In addition, I masturbate so much that I seem to deplete the supply of sperm and semen I’ve got. There’s still good intensity in the experience, but because I wack off so much, I don’t have that constant good overflowing ejaculate that spurts out in waves. I probably oughta cut back on the jacking-off, but it feels so damn good and I haven’t got a regular squeeze anyway. I figure, what the hell.

With tender loving care, I can get my cock up to its usual 6-inches-plus (sometimes it seems even bigger), and I can make the erection sustain until I erupt with a sticky load. Which is somehow reassuring because in truth, my cock, when flaccid, usually looks pretty damn small. I’m a little self-conscious about it, and I worry that women will laugh or something, yet I know that, with the right attention, I can get it up there with the regular Joes. Plus, I’m a really attentive lover. I love to lick a woman all over. Touch her all over. Play with her all over. I used to make my wife cum just sucking her titties. And I love finger-fucking a woman to orgasm. That’s very hot.

So I’ve got a few issues, I guess, on the manliness front. Otherwise, I just try to be a good guy and a good friend. I figure the rest will take care of itself.

On a warm Saturday in April a little while back, I got a phone call from Diane. She said she was on her way to the park to walk her dog. She asked if I wanted to go with her to get some fresh air.

“Right now?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. I could pick you up in about 30 minutes.”

Hmmm, I thought. I was sitting at my computer naked and getting ready to surf porn. That usually includes downloading video clips while I look at picture galleries. I had even smoked a bowl of pot already, which is usually a part of my jack-off-to-smut ritual. I wasn’t really ready to get dressed and go out to the park.

“I’m not so sure, Diane,” I said. “I’ve got some writing to do.” That was partially true, but it was the internet sluts that would consume me most. It was a nice day. I had the window open with a nice breeze, and why ruin a nice peaceful stressless thing?

“Awwww, that’s too bad,” she said. “I was thinking we could go get burgers afterward.”

“But what about your dog?” I asked. “You can’t leave him in the car.”

“No, silly,” she said. “We can walk first. Then I’ll drive the pooch back home. Then we can go get the burger.”

Hmmm. Typically, it sounded as if she had it all planned out.

“Hey, I’ll even buy,” she added. “C’mon. You can’t pass up an offer like that...”

“Well, it’s tempting, Di,” I said. “But I dunno. I’m having writing anxiety. You know how that is. Sometimes it comes easily, and sometimes it’s a bitch and you don’t know where to begin. I feel like I have to stay here and focus.“

“Well, have you eaten at all?”

“Nope. Not really. I can do that later, though.” Being a single guy, I was no stranger to just jumping in the car and catching a sandwich and beer locally. I knew all the regular joints.

“Well, gee, Brian...”

I could tell I was letting her down a little. Diane wasn’t one to ever let something like that really get to her, or at least she’d rarely show it. This time she seemed a little put out.

“I’m sorry, Diane. Maybe if you were going in a coupla hours or something, I might be further along in my work. Then that could work. But, as it is...”

“That wasn’t my plan, Brian...”

Obviously, it wasn’t. And Diane was nothing if not methodical. Also, she was extremely devoted to her dog, Raffi, and usually his schedule dictated her life as much as work or friends.

“Well, I really have a craving for that burger,” Diane said. “And I’d rather have company while I ate. So okay, I can put it off for a couple of hours. How does two o’clock sound?” At the moment it was just a little after twelve noon.

My mind kept trying to find a good reason to demur. Sometimes I simply like to hang out alone. It’s just easier that way. Now she was being accommodating, and what could I say?

“Well, okay,” I agreed. “That’d be a good time. I’ll be hungrier then anyway. And it’ll give me time to dress and stuff.“Awesome!” Diane chirped. “I’ll seeya at two.”

Well, that settled that. It still gave me two hours to do what I needed to do. So I settled back in at the computer, loving the feeling of being naked as a gentle breeze blew in through the window. I lit another bowl of pot. I was feeling the buzz right off. I sipped at my coffee and lit a cigarette. I was all set for my porn excursion.

I clicked my mouse and drew up a bunch of bookmarked porn sites featuring fat and mature women. I brought up photo galleries, one after another, expanding the individual photos to full screen. I saw chunky ladies of all kinds, spread out in all positions. Their rudely displayed bodies were a huge turn-on, and as I clicked the pics up to the screen, I’d start to stroke my cock. I had this routine down to a science, clicking up the photos, clicking back to the previous gallery, and then pulling up the next picture.

The women ranged in age from about 40 to as old as 70. Most of ‘em were fairly plump, though some were more old than they were fat. The ones in the 40-50 range usually offered the best combination of voluptuous sexuality and youngish looks. A lot of them had big fat titties, and were happy to pose in the lewdest positions, their legs spread wide, on their backs or on all fours. Looking at their meaty, hot-looking pussies between those thick thighs got me stroking right away. Some of them had shaved pussies, and some of them had full bushes, and I could never quite make up my mind which I preferred. The women I’d been closest to in my life had always let me shave their pussies. There was always something very lustful about a freshly shaved cunt, and eating bald pussy always drives me wild. At the moment, though, it didn’t matter: the sight of those eager twats, hairy or clean-shaven, spurred me on in my fantasies.

Sometimes the pictures were just solo ladies posing and playing with themselves. Other times, they were having sex with some lucky guy. I liked to project myself into the pictures, imagining I was the guy, getting my hands on those fleshy tits and pushing my stiff cock into those wet waiting snatches. I liked seeing the ladies smile, too; it made you feel that they were enjoying it as much as you would.
I deliberately clicked through my favorite sites, including “PlumpRumps.com,” “RaunchyMature.com,” “HardcoreJunky.net” and “SexGrannies.com.” One after another the pictures filled my computer screen. I kept stroking my cock, spitting on it, getting it slick, and gently but firmly running my cupped hand up and down its length.

I kept an eye on the clock. It was now 12:30. I had an hour till I had to start getting ready for Diane’s arrival. Plenty of time to enjoy my pornfest, drag it out through dozens of smutty pictures, and maybe even make myself cum twice.

I surfed through other sites with names like “Mega Fat,” “Chubby Faces,” “Fat Hut” and “Extra Large Sluts.” The viewing was good, and the variety of models was even better. I practically drooled as the pictures filled the screen, one woman fleshier and more big-titted than the next. There were even what they called SSBBWs--Super-Size Big Beautiful Women. These are women who are beyond just chubby or fat. The word “obese” only begins to describe some of them. Some of them have nasty rolls of flesh that make their bellies hang over their pussies, and their asses are hugely fat and round. And even if they were born with modest-sized breasts, their sheer overall size adds plenty of fatty cells to their bustlines. Some, of course, are stacked to begin with, and that, coupled with out-of-control overweightness, results in outlandishly fetishistic photography. For some reason, it turns me on big-time. I want to dive into those pictures and be enveloped by their mounds of uncontained flesh.

I spent about a half hour teasing myself and clicking through the many pictures, getting my cock hard then letting it contract. It felt really good to rub it up and down, very controlled, very seductive. I imagined that the lard-ass slut on my computer screen was kneeling before me, her huge boobs jiggling uncontrollably, her hot mouth slurping at my cock. My breathing was getting harder as my hand moved artfully up and down the shaft of my penis. It felt excruciatingly good. “Yes,” I said to myself as I clicked to a new picture of a chunky homely lady sitting in a La-Z-Boy, her legs spread wide, her fat pink gash peeking through a thicket of pussy hair.

Suddenly, I felt self-conscious. Something wasn’t right. I stopped fondling my cock. I froze in my chair. My penis drooped to pre-porn level. I felt eyes on me, and then I was gripped in a rush of panic.

I turned around, and there at the doorway to my bedroom was Diane. She’d been watching me, but I had no idea for how long. I was mortified. And then very angry.

“What the fuck...?? What...ARE...YOU...DOING??” I raised my voice louder with every succeeding word.

Her face flushed. She looked down. “Oh my God, Brian. I am SO sorry.” Then she quickly explained, spitting out the words rapid-fire: “I went and got the burgers already. So we could eat them before we went to the park...I figured Raffi could just stay in the car for a while...and...and...well, I knew I was early, but I thought I could just come over and hang for a while till you were ready. Your door was open, and I didn’t see you in the living room, so I...just ...came in...and...”

“Christ Almighty,” I shouted. I took a breath. “God, do I feel embarrassed or what?? Jesus, Diane...Jesus...”

I looked at her. She looked back, frozen in place, unsure of her next move. I sat there like an utter fool. Naked to the world. Wondering what she must think of me.

“Gee...” she began.

“What?” I replied testily, my head hanging low.

“I...Well, I mean...I would’ve interrupted you somehow without...uhhh.. or let you know I was here with some subtlety, but...”

“But what??”

“But you seemed to be having such a good time.”

“Well, I...”

“You like looking at those pictures?”

“Uhhh...Yes...”

“They turn you on, huh?”

“Well, what do YOU think?” I snapped. I was sitting there, head hung down. My penis had shriveled. It looked like a little boy’s. I kept expecting her to leave the room, but she stayed at the doorway. I didn’t even fiddle with the computer; the screen still held the picture of the fat mature babe with the hairy pussy.

“Brian...?”

“Yes...?”

“I never knew you liked big women...”

“Well, you do now, I guess,” I said churlishly.

“That’s interesting...”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well...you know...seems like most guys go for slender, shapely girls...”

“And...?” I was half-looking at her. Then I turned fully away. “You know, I’m sitting here naked. Don’t you think you ought to leave?? Things are bad enough as it is.”

“Awww..it’s just me, Brian. I still like you. I don’t care what you do.” She paused. “I just never knew you liked big girls.“

“Okay....”

“Whenever you take an extra interest in a woman, they always seem to be the slimmer, shapely kind is all. I had no idea. We never ever talked about anything like that.“

“Well, it’s not the sort of thing most people talk about, now is it?”

“I guess not. But...”

“But what?”

“So...” She spoke deliberately. “So, what is it about them that you like?”

“Are you kidding?” I said.

“No, not at all. I’m just curious. Won’t you tell me?”

I turned slightly in my chair and peered up at her slowly. Funny, I was always so used to seeing her in her usual business suits or wearing a blazer or something. She always had to look prim and official in her work as a PR person. Today she looked looser, clad in a blue sun dress and sandals. Diane’s not a thin girl; she’s not obese, either. I guess she’s what might be termed average, but tending a little toward the hefty side. And I guess I always wondered about what she had on underneath her very straight-looking, almost sexless work apparel. Yet she always covered up pretty efficiently, so as not to project any sexuality. I suspected she had a decent rack, actually, but she never presented herself such that I could notice casually. Plus, I first knew her when she was 18. She was clearly more slender then. Now she was almost 40, and the first hints of middle-age were making themselves known. Still, I never really ever thought about that, because I always put her off-limits in the sexual realm. It was always a non-issue.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sure you can understand that I feel really embarrassed. I’m sitting here naked, you know?”

She grinned a little. “Yes. I know..” She raised her eyebrows playfully.

“So...”

“So why do you like big girls?”

“Well, I guess I don’t know the deep-seated psychological reasons. Is that what you mean?”

“Not really...I just mean, what is it about them that turns you on?” She took a step toward me.

“Don’t come in any closer,” I said.

“Awww...you look cute, Brian.”

“You think so?” I said ironically. “Great. Now you know what a perv I am.”

“Why would I think that?”

“I don’t know. Don’t you think this all looks a little weird or something?”

She took another step toward. “So why do you like big girls?”

I was silent for a moment. Then I said, “I guess it’s the abundance.”

"Yes...?”

“The abundance. Something to hang onto. Something to...dive into..or...or maybe I just need a lot of woman...probably a psychological glitch...or something...”

“Well I don’t know about a ‘glitch,’ ” she volunteered. “It’s just what you like.”

“Well, maybe I wonder if that’s weird, since I’m a fairly short guy and not exactly the prototypical male for a girl with some size on her...”

“That doesn’t matter,” she said. “The only thing that matters is what is good for your tastes. And getting that for your own satisfaction.”

“Okay, Dr. Freud,” I muttered.

She chuckled. “As for your own size...Well, as I said, I think you’re pretty cute.”

“Cute is one thing,” I said. “Being studly is another. Those days, I’m afraid, are behind me.”

“Why?” she said. “Because you’re--what?--44?”

“Well, if you must know, the old Johnson doesn’t quite work the same way it used to... and it’s not like I‘m ever getting laid...and...”

“And what?” She stepped closer to me. One more step and she’d threaten to really invade my space.

“Well, hell...I guess I have performance anxiety. I have a little dick when it’s at repose. I’m self-conscious about that.”

“Awww, Mark. You shouldn’t be. I’ll bet it’s as cute as you are all over the rest of you.”

“Gee, thanks,” I said glumly. “Anyway, I--”

“Can I see the picture on your computer?”

“Well," I said haltingly. "If you must."

She walked closer, slowly. Then she took a seat on my bed, directly behind me. She looked over my back to the computer screen.

“Well, look at her,” Diane said. “What do you like best about her?”

“Gee,” I said wearily. “It’s hard to know where to begin...”

“No,” said Diane. “I’m serious...”

I turned my head toward her. She WAS serious.

“Well...” I looked at the computer. “She’s got nice big tits. And...it looks like she’s got a big hot round ass, too. I’d have to look at the next picture to check that out...”

“What else...?” Diane’s interest was intriguing me now.

“What else...? Uh...”

“I see she has a very hairy pussy...”

Yes...she does,“ I said matter-of-factly.

“I always wonder about that...”

“Wonder about what?”

“Do guys like it that way? Or do they prefer it shaved?”

“I guess it depends.” I said, wondering where this was leading. I still sat there naked—and frozen.

“What do YOU like, Brian?”

At that, I turned to her. Her eyes bore into mine. Her lips were parted slightly. Then, as if to leave no doubt as to her intent, she slipped her tongue out of her mouth ever so slowly. It gently rimmed her upper lip.

“If you must know, Diane,” I said huskily. “I like it all...”

She was leaning back on her arms on the bed. Her sun dress was hitched up onto her pale thickish thighs. “That’s good to know,” she said. “Then I guess I can’t lose...”

“Lose?”

And with that she brought her legs straight up onto the bed, spread slightly apart. Then she reached down between her thighs with her right hand, slipped it under the left side of her pale blue panties, and pulled the elastic fabric aside to reveal a pair of pink meaty pussylips glistening out from under a tangled mass of brown pubic hair.

“Oh my God, Diane,” I said. “That’s so hot...”

“You’re telling me,” she said throatily, pushing her fingers through her bush and spreading her cuntlips. “I know we were going to eat hamburgers, but...how about eating this, instead...God, I need it, Brian...”

So now something was about to happen that I could previously never imagined. I was sitting there naked and self-conscious, concerned about how my cock would perform as things heated up. Still, I couldn’t resist that juicy hairpie spread out before me. I threw caution to the wind and moved over to the bed, and then got on my knees on the floor. Diane slid her body closer to the bed’s edge, her fingers still holding her panties to the side, exposing her hot hairy twat.

I dipped my head closer and I heard her moan as my tongue snaked out and tasted those fleshy cunt lips. My tongue pushed through her curly matted bush and in between her puffy gash. I moved my tongue up and down through her slit, tasting her muskiness, inhaling her gamey girl-scent.

“Oh, yeah,” Diane moaned. She lay back flat on her back, spread her thighs wide, and then placed both her hands on her cunt lips, splaying them wide for me.

Her pussy was moist, and the taste of the first drippings of her girl juice spurred me on. I flicked out the middle finger on my right hand and inserted it firmly into her fuckhole. She was hot and wet, and I slid the finger in deeper, twisted it gently around inside of her, probed further, then heard her gasp as I withdrew it. Then I moved closer and tested her steamy twat with two fingers, driving them into her gash and up into her fleshy box. Diane grunted and thrust her hips forward, urging my fingers deeper into her ever moistening pussy. I pushed my fingers in and out, harder this time. She was really juicy now, and I increased the thrust in my hand, two fingers darting in and out, deeper and deeper.

Diane’s breathing became heavier. She threw her head back, and made little panting sounds. I finger-fucked her with abandon now, drilling that meaty hairy twat, my fingers pistoning in and out, faster and faster, slipping and sliding deep into her wide-open funhole.

I bent my head closer. Almost as if by instinct, Diane reached her fingers down, pushed through her blackish-brown bush and spread the top of her twat lips to expose her clit. It was big, distended, purplish and pink. My eyes widened. With my fingers slipping rapidly in and out of her dripping snatch, I bent my head and flicked my tongue at that thick sensitive clit. Diane exhaled loudly as my tongue moved back and forth across her pink pleasure bud. I suckled it gently and she swooned and sighed. Then I pulled on that hardening clit, nipping it between my hungry lips, tasting her raw girl flesh, my tongue pushing through the thicket of her odorous bush.

“Oh, Brian!” she whimpered. “More, baby. More.”

I moved back from her twat and reached my hands under her ass, grabbing her panties from behind. She went with my movement and lifted her ass as I removed her panties completely and tossed them to the floor. Then I got on the bed and lay down next to her. “Kiss me, Diane,” I said urgently. She turned toward me and pressed her wet lips hotly to mine, sucking feverishly at my lips and slipping her probing tongue into my mouth. Our mouths locked wetly, and our tongues coiled together like a pair of slithering snakes, darting and dancing uncontrollably. As we kissed deeply, I reached around and unzippered her sun dress, which had been hitched up past her hips. She moaned and pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth, until I was ready to slip the dress completely over her head. “Here,” I said, and she raised her arms and I pulled the dress up and off.

Diane’s panting was steady and hot, and as I grabbed her, I buried my mouth into her neck. I licked and nipped at her neck, planting hot wet kisses there, then moved my mouth up her cheek and then over to her left ear. I breathed hotly in her ear and then flicked my wet tongue inside. I felt her shiver. I trailed my mouth back down her neck, and she purred as I did so.

She was naked now except for her bra. Now I always knew that Diane had a chest of some kind. But like I said before, she has always been a conservative dresser, and I never saw her in a bathing suit or in anything remotely revealing. And what’s that old saying?—A woman always knows exactly how much cleavage she’s showing. Well, all I knew now was that they looked bigger than I ever might’ve thought.

Diane turned away from me a little as I trailed my tongue down her shoulder and over to her upper arm. Then I reached up to the clasps in the back of her bra. It was a big sturdy bra, and I had to apply some force to unleash the double set of hooks. With the bra unfastened, gravity worked its magic and I watched the straps slip down off her arms. She reached up and pulled the bra away from her chest. Then wordlessly she turned back toward me.

I was mesmerized. My heart leaped. My eyes widened. Diane was sitting in front of me in all her naked glory. Her body was a little pale. She wasn’t fat—not ever to be characterized as a BBW. But she was fleshy, with solid meat on her thighs, a belly that drooped just a little bit, and a gorgeous set of full, wantonly bobbing milky white titties. I saw her gazing lustily at me, her lips parted expectantly. She watched me look her over.

“I--I could be thinner...I know...” she whispered.

“Oh, God, Diane,” I whispered back. “Who’d have ever thought...”

She gasped audibly as I pulled her close, smelling her womanly scent, my hands suddenly all over her. Her tits had to be some variation of 38-40 C-D. Even at that they didn’t sag much. There was still some youthful firmness to those hot pale boobies. I took the left one into my mouth and began to suck her brownish puckered nipple.

“Ohhhhhh, yessss,” she murmured. I was hypnotized by her areolas, which were extraordinarily wide and round. I ran my tongue in a big wide circle all over that heavy tit, and I suckled the nipple back into my mouth, gently taking it between my teeth and chewing it hungrily.

I used my right hand to shove that hot funbag further into my mouth, then let my left hand fall languorously down to her belly. I fondled her sensual fleshy abdomen, then laid my palm flat and moved my hand down to play with her pussy hair. My fingers moved through her bush, then slipped wantonly into her gooey cunt. I spread her slit open and then dipped my middle finger up into her juicy twat and started to thrust it in and out. Diane gasped, closed her eyes, then grabbed her other tit and started pinching the nipple as I sucked at the left one, drawing it further into my salivating mouth.

She arched her back a little as I toyed with her juicy pussy and nipped gently at her nipple, then she reached down with her left hand and started playing with my cock. It felt good, her hand grabbing at it, stroking it eagerly, feeling it rise in her fingers.

“Let me,” she said in a throaty growl. Then she pushed away from me and moved onto all fours. I lay onto my back and watched her head descend into my crotch. Now I could only see the top of her head, her hair hanging loosely, but I felt her tender, moist lips engulf my tingling cock. Her mouth was slippery wet, and she sucked me with a heated frenzy. I was thinking she probably hadn’t had cock in a good long while, and she went at me with a raging hunger, her lips making loud, uninhibited slurping sounds.

Her lips moved quickly up and down my penis. She sucked it repeatedly, aggressively. Her mouth suckled on that cock tightly, her tongue twirling in rapid circles all over the head. My once-flaccid cock was now coming to life and it grew ever-larger in her desperate mouth. She jacked my cock hard, which made it grow longer, and then she tantalizingly ran her hot tongue up the vein on the underside, pausing just below the cockhead, vigorously moving her tongue back and forth.

“Ahhhhhhh, yes,” I said. “Right there.” I reached my hands down and cupped her face, moving with her head as she bobbed up and down on my growing shaft. She was making lustful humming sounds as she worked me over, her lips smacking loudly, her mouth drooling ever more saliva all over my sensitive manhood.

I turned slightly and reached over and down, and I managed to grab a hold of her right tittie. I fondled it and moved my hand onto her tumescent nipple, playing with it, rolling that spiky nub of flesh around between my fingers.

“Mmmmmmm,” Diane said hotly, and with that she moved her body up and brought her huge titties together in her hands, then plopped them down onto my cock. She wrapped those hot flesh-globes eagerly around my cock. They easily enveloped my penis, and soon she was moving her titties up and down, my hardness poking out near the top of that gorgeous mass of flesh, a small rivulet of pre-cum dribbling out my pee-hole.

“God, yeah, Diane!” I cried. “Titty-fuck me. God, that’s so hot!” My cock kept getting bigger as she slapped those fleshy funbags together, her rock-hard nipples grazing against my chest. Then she dipped her head and gobbled my cock into her mouth, sucking me intensely and titty-fucking me simultaneously. Her eyes were closed, her mouth determined. My penis was purplish and throbbing. I was gasping with pleasure.

I sure didn’t want to cum too soon, though. And I wanted to play with her more. “Here, get up,” I said.

Diane let my thick cock slide out of her mouth on to my abdomen with a wet plop. She looked up at me in vague wonderment.

“Do this,” I said. She said nothing and let me guide her. “Move back here,” I said. I turned her around in the other direction on the bed. “All fours, honey,” I said. She did as she was told. Then I sat next to her, my legs underneath her. I lifted her mouth to mine and our tongues clashed in a slippery wet tangle. Then my left hand moved up and smacked her asscheeks, making a loud cracking sound.

“Ooohhh,” Diane cooed excitedly. I fondled her plump ripe asscheeks. They were fine white-booty asscheeks, big and round and soft. She stuck her ass high in the air and wiggled it hotly under my pawing hand.

We continued to kiss. Then my right hand slipped under her, to where her pendulous titties were hanging enticingly, swaying to and fro as she reveled in my touch. I’d never seen Diane this way—out-of-control, totally, sexually driven, her body wide open to anything, her head thrust upward, her eyes closed, wanting more.

Her heavy breathing drove me onward, and I clasped her titties eagerly with my right hand, pushing her soft boobflesh all over, fingering at her hot hard nipples.

“Oh,” she gasped, and she turned toward me to suckle on my mouth, her tongue darting out with desperate need. My left hand continued stroking and fondling that gorgeous proud ass, moving my fingers enticingly down into her ass-crack, teasingly massaging her warm womanly undulating flesh.

I broke off the kiss hotly and wetly, then moved myself down closer to her ass. I moved my right palm from her heaving breasts and placed it on her upper back, then gently pushed her down into the doggie position, her twitching ass lifted higher into the air. I rubbed her broad soft back gently then, and moved myself back even more toward her ass.

I lifted my left hand into the air, flattened the palm out straight, then lustfully drove it achingly into her steamy hairy cunt, splitting her fleshy twat-lips and delving hotly into her juicy pink girl-meat.

“Ohhh, Brian, yessssss,” Diane purred loudly. She pushed her ass back against my hand, driving my fingers deeper into her big, moist funhole. She slammed her tits hard against the bed, arched her back more and moved her ass around nervously, those twitching white cheeks forcing my anxious hand deeper down into her gaping hole. Then I began to lick her asscheecks, drooling saliva and lapping at her frenetically with my tongue. “Oh Jesus, that’s good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

I twisted my fingers devilishly inside that hot hairy snatch, pushing them aggressively in and out, splaying my fingers outward and in twisting random circles. Diane’s twat was gooey and hot, and her heavy breathing increased as she slammed her backside hard against my hand, forcing it deeper into her sopping-wet lovehole. Her big, full pussy lips were distended, and below I could see her big pink clit, just crying for attention.

Now I moved full behind her, running my busy tongue all over those glorious fat white ass cheeks, and finger-fucking that horny, bushy twat. I moved my mouth into her asscrack, tongued her skin delicately, and she swooned.

“Ohhhhhhh....yessss, Brian...do that...” As my fast-moving fingers danced in her swollen cunt, my tongue found her gamey, puckered asshole. Suddenly her hands came back to her asscheeks. She grabbed both and spread them out wide as my tongue slipped hotly into her anus.

Her ass tasted good: meaty, musky. I rimmed that puckery tight hole quickly, lustily, then drove my tongue in wetly as far as it would go. I held it there tight. Diane gasped. “FUCK that is so good...feels SO good...”

Then I withdrew my face from her ass, pulled my hand out of her pussy with a moist fleshy sound, then moved my mouth down quickly into her hairy snatch. I twiddled her distended hot-pink clit with my fingers, playing with it lewdly, then smashed my face into her big bushy twat.

I ate that pussy with abandon, Diane slamming her hot twat and ass madly back into my head. She clawed at the bed and whimpered like a bitch in heat as I devoured her girl-meat. “Oh, oh, oh, oh....uhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I stroked my cock as I ate her. It was hot in my hand, tender, throbbing, needy.

“Oh, God, baby,” I gasped desperately. “I need to fuck you!”

“Yes, Brian! Oh fuck me, please! It’s been so long...”

I moved up on my knees behind her, grabbed a hold of that magnificent white ass, pulled it toward me, then planted the bulbous head of my erect cock directly in her pussy, slicing hotly through her moist gash. Her twat was so wet my cock slid in fully and deeply with one thrust.

“Oh, yesssssssssss!” Diane hollered.

It had been a while for me too, and I didn’t know how long I could last. Her twat was exquisitely good, a slippery fleshy maw that excited my cock more, drawing out its length urgently as I slammed it deep within her.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Fuck me. FUCK me!”

I was lost in pleasure, my cock drilling her hungry twat with abandon. In and out it went, plunging deeply down her desperate hole, then withdrawing it achingly out, almost to the cock-head, then violently slamming it back in.

“Ahhhhhhh!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes...”

My penis was straining now, a purplish pleasure shaft that I knew was ready to explode. I was riding her bareback too—no condom. I was trying to be mindful before, but things just got carried away. It was way too late now, though.

“Goddam, Diane,” I breathed. “So good, baby. Fuck!” I pounded my cock deep into her and held it there. Then I carefully moved her ass a little to the right, then forced her down onto her right side. We tumbled together onto the bed. My cock slipped out only for a moment, and then I easily slipped it back into her gaping snatch.

Then we were spoon-fucking. I reached up and cupped her heaving titties and pawed at her hot sensitive hard nipples. Then my left hand went around her thigh, over her abdomen and down into her furry patch of pubic hair. I played with her slit, then quickly found her hot distended clit. I ran my palm furiously over her aching love-bud, my cock still slipping in and out of her gash. Our breathing was loud, desperate, our bodies drenched in sweat.

“oh fuck me, oh fuck me,” Diane murmured repeatedly. I massaged her clit insistently, faster and faster, moving my hand with machinelike intensity.

Suddenly, she tensed. “Brian,” she said. “Oh, Brian, I—”

Then she tensed up and froze. Her mouth gurgled for a brief second and then she emitted a loud low guttural exhortation of animalistic pleasure. Her body shook, her arms and legs flailed, her big titties heaved left and right.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Diane shouted.

“Oh baby! Feels so good!” I heard myself say. I was lost in the lustful moment myself, worried that I might cream her pussy. The last thing I needed was her getting pregnant. Diane may have been a dear friend, but that was absolutely not ever in my game plan. I had no idea whether she was on the pill or what, but I didn’t want to find out the hard way.

She lay there shaking, crying out over and over, the waves of orgasmic pleasure wafting over and through her body. She was still sighing with pleasure, when I felt my cock start to surge inexorably in her drenched twat. I moved up and licked her cheek and said, “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. No condom, though....I...don’t...you know...”

So I carefully, achingly pulled my throbbing hard penis out of her slippery cunt. It glistened majestically at a full seven inches, and I looked at it, seeing I was ready to blow my load.

“Let me,” I heard Diane say suddenly. Then she was on it like a dog licking a bone. Her wet pink tongue ran the full length of my thick rod and I swooned. Her mouth went over the bulbous cock-head and then she engulfed its entire length in her hungry panting mouth.

“Oh, Shit!” I cried. She played with my balls while she feasted on my steely shaft, her mouth moving up and down like a jackhammer.

“Baby,” I murmured. “Ahhhhhhhh...” The sounds of her busy mouth and tongue drove me wild, slurping and humming, her wet lips smacking loudly. I watched her head bobbing frenetically on my straining penis. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed her fine white ass, rubbing it all over, feeling her milky white flesh. Her choice ripe titties were slapping at my chest as her mouth suckled my desperate hard cock.

“Baby, I—I’m cumming...Here it comes, baby!” With a huge spasm, my pelvis jerked, my taut straining cock slamming into her humming mouth. The pleasure of release was excruciatingly good, as a thick wad of my cum spurted down her throat. Then my cock jerked all over and she lost control of it momentarily, that rock-hard dick flipping out between her eager, searching lips. She grabbed it and, as she tried to stuff it back into her mouth, I quickly came again, a streaming jolt of hot viscous man-juice that globbed on her cheek and upper lip. I heard Diane faintly say “Ooops,” then she gobbled up my shaft and rammed it into her mouth. Her mouth slurped loudly, uninhibitedly, as she suckled on my still-spewing cock, her tongue tasting my milky jism, her hands gratefully holding it steady between her lips.

With one last pelvic thrust, I jerked another thin spurt of salty cum into her waiting mouth, and her starving lips closed tightly around my spent slab of man-meat.

I sighed loudly. "Goddam, that was unreal.”

“Brian,“ Diane said, moving up and into my arms. Her big titties, with their wide areolas and sturdy hard nipples, flopped heavily onto my chest. I pawed at them aimlessly with my hand. The smell of sperm and sex wafted around us.

“Mmmmmm...good,” she said, snuggling into me.

“I guess that was a sudden turn of events, huh?”

“Whew!” said Diane. “Amazing.” She paused. “I guess we’re both just a couple of needy people, huh?”

I smiled and looked at her. “I’m not sure there’s a damn thing wrong with that. Look where we landed!”

“Wow, that was good,” Diane sighed. Then with a start she said, “Uh Oh!”

“What?”

“I left Raffi in the car—with the hamburgers!”

I laughed. “Well, if he was able to unwrap ‘em, he’s probably gobbled ‘em all up by now! He’s had plenty of time.”

Diane arose immediately and began throwing on her clothes. “I hope he’s been okay out there. Poor guy!” She quickly went out to her car.

Through the open window, I could hear her baby-talking to the dog, as if he were a poor neglected child. As for myself, I figured, what the heck: Let him have the burgers. They’d never match the meaty meal I’d just finished.