Silver-Tongued Stranger Pt. 03

Part 3

All That Jizz

... I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And all that jazz - From CHICAGO

Late on Tuesday evening Gerry called her again. He asked if he could come over to her house again the following Saturday.

Amelia told him that Saturday night would be fine. She said she had just got to bed and was having naughty thoughts about what they could do the next time they were together. Gerry enquired whether she owned a suspender belt. She did, but had left it with her ex, with a heap of other stuff in her old home. She promised to buy another one plus some new lingerie -- just for him.

Then she asked, "Would you like to have dinner here at my place? I promise you can eat me for dessert."

Gerry laughed and said, "I'm sorry, baby, but I'll have already had dinner. But I would love to have you for dessert."

"Would you like me to spread my pussy for you to eat?" Amelia asked brazenly.

"Oh, YES!" Gerry croaked, with a dry mouth.

"Will your lively tongue lick my slit from bottom to top? Then tease my clit with its pointed tip?"

"Yes, baby. I love licking you. I will lick you thoroughly before I slide my stiff cock into you."

"How stiff is your cock?"

"It's so rigid I can't bend it at all! And it's throbbing like crazy."

In a coy voice Amelia purred, "I came twice this morning, thinking of you fucking me again. Then another five times in the shower."

"You're going to make me cum, if you keep telling me things like that, you wicked girl. Tell me what you were thinking about when you made yourself cum," Gerry pleaded.

"Can't remember all of it, but it involved me sucking your gorgeous thick cock, you licking my pussy and clit, then fucking me hard." Amelia could hear her voice betraying how excited she was.

"God, you are such a sexy woman. So, what did you do with your fingers to bring on your orgasm?"

"In bed, I used two fingers to rub my clit; but in the shower I used the water spray." She could hear Gerry moaning excitedly, prompting Amelia to ask: "Do you like it when I tell you how I masturbate?"

"If you could see and feel how swollen my dick is right now, you wouldn't have to ask me that question. Hell, Amelia, I could listen to you talking that way about us all day. But I really have to go. When are you going shopping again?"

She gave him a teasing reply: "Saturday morning. I'll try to surprise you."

"Wonderful. I'll send you text messages whenever I can. Ciao, babe."

Instead, Gerry phoned midweek. Amelia told him that she had just met with her Randy Women's Conference friends. She didn't say how much she had shared with them about Gerry. But she did tell him something they had discussed at the meeting. One of them had suggested that they should all compile their own sexual To Do Lists and read them out at their next meeting. She told him that she had already compiled hers and asked him if he wanted to know what she'd put on it. He agreed enthusiastically, so she read it out to him. Then asked:

"What were you planning for me tonight?"

"I had a few ideas but now I want to do everything you have on your list instead -- starting with fucking you in your shower. I want to be inside you from behind while the water is running over your body. I'll be deep in you and squeezing your full breasts. What else would you like me to do?"

"I want you to lick champers from my belly button and anywhere else you fancy."

"Oh yes baby. We can do that before we get in the shower. I'll lick it off your breasts and between your legs then slowly undress you, kissing you all over."

As it turned out, they never got around to doing any of those items from her list. It was as if he had forgotten all about that conversation or, later, he'd just decided to prioritize his own To Do List.

On Saturday morning, Amelia went out to buy some more items for her big night with Gerry. First on her list was a box of new condoms -- this time sheer, lubricated and large ones, along with a tube of lube. Next was a pack of tea candles. Then it was down to the serious business of sexy lingerie. She found a gold satin suspender belt with black trim, a matching lace thong and a plunge bra which, thanks to a knowledgeable woman in the lingerie section, actually fitted her perfectly,. Most didn't. To complete the ensemble, she bought a pair of fishnet stockings with broad lace tops.

Before she drove home for lunch, she checked her phone for more text messages from Gerry. He didn't disappoint. He wanted to know what she had bought for their evening together. She texted him about the lingerie, but not the other items, keeping them as a surprise.

When she was in her car, she phoned him and went onto speaker phone. Straight away he replied: "Hi sexy lady. Oh God, Amelia your sexy lingerie sounds wonderful. It sounds even more exotic than what you wore last time. I can't wait to see you lying on your bed wearing it."

"What was your favourite piece?" Amelia asked.

"Definitely the suspender belt."

"Why?"

"Because it's always a clear signal that the woman is dressed ready for sex. She can take her knickers off but leave the belt and stockings on. If I discover she's wearing one, I know I'm on a certainty."

"I would have told you that you were on a certainty anyway, if you'd asked."

"So, what will you be wearing when I arrive tonight?"

"I was thinking of wearing a gold blouse, a black skirt and black heels. Underneath, I'll be wearing the sexy stuff I bought for you today. Would that be okay or would you prefer in just my sexy smalls?"

"You've made my cock stiff again, baby. Is the skirt short?"

"Not very."

"Okay. No skirt baby just sexy underwear for me. I'll remove it slowly."

Amelia felt she wanted to touch herself. Whenever she felt that way driving in her car alone, she would slide around on her seat, rubbing her pussy against it. She could feel her warm juices beginning to flow. As the conversation continued, she slid around even more and became even wetter and hornier.

"Is there something else on your list that you want me to do, baby?"

"I'd like you fuck me from behind with me standing in heels and bent over."

"My prick is already aching at the thought of fucking you like that. If you were here now on your knees you could be sucking it for me. God, I love the way you suck me. Will you suck it for me tonight baby?"

"Mmm. Of course I love sucking your big hard cock."

"Would you like me to lick you till you cum? I would love to do that."

"Oooh yes! I'd like you to lick me everywhere, first put your clever tongue inside me and then lick and suck my clit."

"Can't wait to do that to you baby. And I want you to tell me when you are about to cum. Then I will slide a finger into you so you can clench on it as you cum."

"Oh god! Yes please!"

At that point, she'd had to stop at a red light. A mature guy wearing a coat and tie in the car beside her was looking at her with some interest, so she had to stop squirming.

Amelia told him about the guy in the car watching her. Gerry laughed with his familiar belly laugh, "I'll bet it would blow his mind and his balls if he knew what you were doing with your pussy and what we were talking about. My cock is getting just as uncomfortable as it was at the restaurant. I can feel it unfurling now. Ah, that's better."

"I had so much fun making you squirm. I love driving you wild."

"Did you get a bit wet when it happened baby?"

"A bit? It was more like a flood!"

"I'm due at your place in three and a half hours -- by about half past eight. But I want to be with you so much that I might leave at half seven if it's ok with you. I can't wait till after eight. I need my cock in you as soon as I can. I'll call you again as I'm leaving -- with a few final instructions."

"Okay. I'll be ready by the time you arrive."

Amelia could have used that extra hour. She'd been pushed for time that day, but she'd just agreed that he could come early, so now she had to rush to get ready on time. It didn't help that she couldn't get the damn stockings to attach to the suspenders, but she finally managed it. She put the candles all around the room and would light them just before he arrived. While she waited for him to call, she put some music was on, then opened the champagne and poured herself a glass while she finished getting ready. As she was finishing her make-up Gerry rang to say he was about to leave.

He had a few last-minute directions. "Baby, when I arrive, I want you to leave your front door unlocked then go back to your bedroom and lie face down on your bed in your sexy underwear with your legs apart. I want to be able to slide my cock straight into your waiting pussy."

"I'll be ready and waiting for you, big boy."

"Great. I'll text you when I arrive."

Ten minutes later her phone pinged again.

It was a message from Gerry: "I'm here baby -- in the car outside. Can I come in?"

"Yes, the door's unlocked. I'm drinking champers and waiting for you."

"Once I'm inside, I'm going to take off all my clothes except my boxers before I come upstairs. Are you lying on your front with your legs apart? Do you think you'll be wet when I come up to your room?"

"I'm sure to be, I'm so horny for you."

Amelia knew she would be wet, but she touched herself to confirm it and to relieve the anticipation slightly. She could feel her thong taut against her clit. The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the walls and ceiling. The faint scent of lavender and roses from the candles drifted through the air. Over her shoulder, she watched Gerry come into her room, standing for a moment to take in the candles, check her face-down position, her lacy bra and thong, and of course her seductive suspender belt and fishnets. She felt herself trembling with excitement and wondered if he'd notice and be pleased.

He came straight over to the bed and leaned over her. As she held her breath in anticipation, he began licking, kissing and nibbling her bare bottom. It felt absolutely amazing and she told him so. She felt his large hands running over her bare skin before sliding between her parted legs and sliding up her inner thighs to her pussy. She felt his finger slip under her thong and into her slit. He stroked her briefly -- presumably to ensure she was wet. When Gerry had pulled her thong aside he'd left it pulled taut across her clit. Her furry outer labia bordered either side of the desire-drenched lace.

Meanwhile Gerry was undoing the back fastenings of her stockings and suspenders. His hands made their way back to her pussy. She arched her back to give him easier access to her thong and pussy as he caressed her. He shifted her thong to one side as he began stroking her bare channel tenderly. After turning her onto her back, he undid the front fastenings of her stockings. He rolled them down and removed them, then slipped her suspender belt down and, finally, slid her thong down as well. He again stood beside the bed for a moment to appreciate the exposed parts of her lower body. Like a starving man craving food, his eyes were focused hungrily on the compact triangle of her thick and glossy black pubic hair and the pink seam dividing it. He was about to kiss her passion-soaked pink seam when his attention was drawn to her black push-up bra. It had pushed her tits up so far that her large areolas were sitting on the lacy brim like twin coral pink moons perched on the horizon. Her hard prominent nipples confirmed the extent of her arousal.

Ameila saw for the first time that he was wearing a pair of grey pouched boxers. She could hardly fail to miss the size of his prominent bulge. She noted that its contents were testing the dimensions of the pouch to its limits. While she was admiring it, Gerry slid his hand between her thighs to cup her pussy and give it a few squeezes. He asked her if she would like him to lick her there. He seemed to have forgotten about "sliding straight in." Never mind. After her husband's reluctance to engage in oral, then Gerry's failure to get around to it last time, she wanted it desperately and insatiably. She told him so.

Gerry walked to the end of the bed and parted her legs, noting that the seam of her cunt had opened he'd parted her legs. The edges were defined by her moisture glistening in the candle light. Gerry lay on his front with his face between her thighs. Amelia automatically placed her hands on the back of his head. She sighed when she felt his tongue penetrate her. Lifting his head momentarily, he told her to warn him when she was about to cum. As his face returned to her pussy, his hands slid up to her bra and squeezed her still covered breasts so roughly that it hurt. To her surprise, this was the first time she understood what some of her friends had described as "exquisite pain." But he was oblivious of her discomfort because he was focused on her pussy as his mouth and tongue went to work on its tender vulnerability.

He nibbled her thick outer labia using his lips and teeth followed by a long stroke from his flattened tongue inside her vulva from base to clit. As she started to moan, he slid a bundle of three fingers into her and fucked her with them. His tempo built up gradually -- going faster and faster until Amelia was writhing around in ecstasy. Gerry followed this up by going crazy with this tongue and face -- all over her pussy. He seemed like a man possessed. She found it very exciting that he would lose control like that. She was elated that she had that effect on him. When she told him she was getting close, he lifted her clitoral hood with the tip of his tongue to focus on the pink bead underneath. He discovered that her clit was smaller than he expected. Even in full arousal it was about the size of a grain of pearlescent pink rice. A few strokes with the tip of his tongue and he was tipping her over the edge. With tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes, she began spurring him on. As she gyrated her hips to rub herself against his busy mouth, she shouted: "OH....FUCK....ME!" Her climax persisted, so he licked her more gently, holding her in a tingling limbo. He kept going until she came again. And still he persisted with his tongue and lips. This time she came so powerfully that it drained all the energy from her to the point where her spent body went as limp as damp paper.

Gerry rolled off her and lay beside her so that they were lying on their backs, side by side. When Amelia was feeling somewhat recovered, she knelt beside him. She could see the outline of his cock and balls inside his boxers, nestled in the thin material of the pouch. She peeled the waist band down to reveal the pale head. She started licking it until it began to stiffen. Gerry reached down and slipped off his undies, exposing his entire package to her. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of his now partial erection, then kissed and licked it all over. After each lick and suck of his knob, she looked at it to see the result of her wet ministrations. She smiled to see how rigid it had become and how it throbbed and bounced at her slightest touch. She tried to take as much of him into her mouth as she could but fell well short. Gerry told her not to worry. He appreciated the effort she had made.

Gerry reach for the box of condoms and put one on. The larger size fitted him much better. Amelia straddled his hips, then she manouvered herself over his knob and sank down onto it, hands free. It felt exquisite. She rose up and down on it like a kid riding a carousel horse, enjoying herself immensely. She was relishing the sensations of his knob sliding up and down inside her cunt like a piston. But Gerry stopped her, lifting her off his cock and turning her onto her back. When Amelia murmured, "Oh!" to express her disappointment, he accurately guessed that she didn't want him to take his penis out of her. However, she was happy enough to switch positions -- back to missionary. As he moved between her legs, she saw his cock in the wet condom, glistening in the candle light. With his arms straight, he watched his cock enter her. Then he lay on top of her and kissed her while his hips rose and fell, pumping his cock into her.

Amelia was enjoying how he was fucking her -- so much that she decided to offer some assistance. She slid her hand between them and began to rub her clit while he was fucking her. Gerry pushed himself up on his arms so he could look down and watch what she was doing. He said, "God, you are such a sexy woman Amelia. I loved watching my cock fucking you. It made me even hornier and harder. But watching you rubbing your clit and feeling your finger against my shaft each time I slid in and out of you, took it to an entirely new level. I had to stop or I would have cum instantly."

Gerry pulled out again and took a minute or two to recover. Once he had, he stood up beside the bed. He asked her to stand in front of him and bend over with her hands on the bed. He said this would allow him greater movement. Amelia told him she'd never done it that way before. Gerry eased himself into her. Very quickly she was encouraging him to fuck her hard. Soon she realized that it did indeed allow for greater movement. But fate intervened as if to make a mockery of that observation. Her bed was on wheels and his vigorous thrusting made it begin to roll away from her. Amelia had to walk after it to keep her hands on it and Gerry was having to totter after her just to keep them conjoined. They were both chuckling about their predicament when Amelia decided to climb onto the bed, and assumed the ostrich position -- head down and bum up. Gerry climbed up after her and entered her from behind. Again, this position was novel for her. The angle of penetration was even deeper making him a little too big for athletic sex in that position, though she was still very turned on by it. For a while, it was wonderful to feel his knob buffeting her cervix. None of her former lovers had done that. But after a while it became too much for her, so Gerry reduced the tempo. Even so, he had to find a happy medium between losing his erection and cumming. During one of the lulls when he was on the verge of ejaculating, he inserted a finger alongside his cock, coating it generously in her wetness and then parted her cheeks and touched her anus. He guessed rightly that she had never been fucked anally so he was very gentle and she relaxed enough to let him explore her a little. She kept very still, half excited about the prospect of him taking it further and half alarmed by his dimensions. He inserted his finger as far as the first knuckle joint, then decided she was too tight. He had read her apprehensive reaction correctly so he returned to fucking her in the conventional way and brought them both to intense orgasms.

Afterwards in recovery mode, he asked her to give him another back massage. When she had finished, he rolled onto his back again and she returned to his side, kissing his chest. He said "lower!" so she slid her hand down to his flaccid cock. Amusingly, it was still in the upright position but much smaller and softer. She found it quite odd, so she put her hand on it to check. She asked him if it was always like that. He confirmed it was normal for him. She explained to him that most of the sex she'd had was in the dark and her ex showed no interest in that kind of thing so she didn't know whether it was unusual or not. Amelia went down for a closer look. She briefly examined his circumcision and licked it gently. He really loved that so she put her mouth over his knob and then discovered that, in this relaxed mode, she could fit his whole cock into her mouth. She kept it there for a couple of minutes. It seemed she'd done something he'd never experienced before. He said that it felt amazing and allowed her a little time while it swelled and uncoiled, before forcing her head down to fuck her mouth with it.