Please note: This story is TRUE! All the chapters of this story, both presented here and those to be presented, are all TRUE! Only the ladies' name has been changed. Hope you enjoy it.
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For three months I had been going over to Monica's house, to, ostensibly do better in her English class. I never knew if Mom had suspected there was more to it then that, but, she did query me, more extensively, on just what she was doing there. Naturally, I had to go into some detail as to just what was going on regarding the "teaching" phase of her class, telling her she was concentrating on my "weak" points.
I was well into my 18th year while this was going on, and, I had purchased a used car from all the side work I was doing. I had been contemplating moving into my own place, but, I was still not quite ready to do that. My Dad had always believed that when a man turns 18, he should get out on his own, so, I knew I would have no trouble in that quarter.
Anyway...Monica and I had arranged for me to come over yet another night. Just prior to that, while attending her class, I was feeling really randy. She was wearing a, to me, very provocative outfit that day, and, that didn't help. In point of fact, my grades had improved, but, I didn't know if that was due to actually faring better through harder classwork and homework, or, it was due to "other matters."
Although our time together was largely sexual, we did, spend a little time going over my homework assignments, and, it helped, but, of course, I couldn't keep my mind off of her while I was there. So, I guess, one could say, those sessions did help me as I was starting to understand more regarding her English class.
This particular night, again, we spent a little time on my school work, but, I was surprised at what she had in store for me. I put my books away and after sipping a cup of coffee, she had stepped out of the room and when she came back, she was wearing a very unique outfit. When I saw her in it...it reminded me that prior to her becoming a school teacher, she was a dancer and I learned she usually danced in private clubs.
She had put on the record player and she sauntered up to me as I sat on her living room couch. She was wearing a veil and under it, she had on a purple bra with gold sequins and gold chain accents. The bra was specially made for her because of her great bosom. Her top was composed of sheer sleeves and gold sequins trim. She was also wearing split sheer leg pants with gold sequins trim and chain accents. Her thong had gold sequins and gold coin trim and was detachable. Her chocker had gold sequins, coin and chain accents and she was wearing a sheer veil hat with gold trim and everything was in light and dark purple. It was a great outfit and looked terrific on her.
Slowly, she spun and turned and stepped, the bells ringing softly along with the steady click of the castanets. It was breathtaking! In actuality, she was dressed like an Arabian woman, and, it was obvious she had knowledge and experience in belly dancing!
She had a wry smile on her face as she performed. She would face me and, slowly and seductively roll her bosom, then, waist, and, her hips, in that order and to see her luscious body move that way took my breath away. Then, she would turn to the side and do it. Also, she would put her back to me and do this maneuver, and, my eyes were glued to her marvelous hips, thighs and full ass. As the music played, she would turn again with her other side facing me and roll her body. I kept running my hand through my hair and this was a tell-tale sign to her that she was getting to me.
She would complete her move by facing me, once again, and, rolling her body, so slowly...God...I never saw anything so sensuous. She stepped and danced, back and forth, through the living room, keeping pace with the music, created just for belly dancers. She rolled her upper body back...way, way back...extending her head down, down, down, shaking her shoulders as she did so. She could actually hear me taking big, long, deep breaths. Her monstrous tits just shook and gyrated with her movements...like two huge mounds of jello rolling on her chest. I gulped nervously as this was something entirely new to me.
By this time, I had removed most of my clothes except for my boxer shorts. Then...she worked her way right in front of me...right in front of the couch I was sitting on. And...suddenly...maintaining the movements of her body with the tempo of the music...she...shook her hips side to side at blinding speed...the bells jingling with her movements and she picked up the pace with her castanets. It was mind-boggling to watch her. Her upper body was almost completely still as her lower body shook, side to side. She deftly unhooked her thong and it fell to the floor.
I think she knew what I was thinking, which was that I imagined what it must be like to experience such movements with my cock in her. She extended her arms forward...wiggling her fingers, clicking the castanets, as she gazed at me and smiled, her hips and thighs rolling and gyrating at incredible speed! Then, she stepped up real close to me, and, she moved her hands to the waistband of my shorts and, slowly, drew them down. She took a half step back, her eyes rolling down and stopping on my cock. I watched, almost mesmerized, as she licked her full, red lips. Her hands coiled around my length and she began to fondle and rub it. Her hands worked all along my entire shaft, and her eyes went back to my own, a smile on her lips and the knowing look in her sprarkling, hazel eyes.
After these short months, I couldn't believe that I had the great fortune of being with this woman. This full-bodied vivacious woman. Again, she moved in close, her one hand still on my cock, and, she guided it as she brought her grand pussy to my shaft, and, she pulled on my shaft until I could feel the large tip pressing magnificently against her pussy lips. She carefully rolled her hips and I felt the tip slip, tightly, between her pussy lips and start to enter her.
Slowly, she moved closer as she pulled my shaft, just behind the tip and more of me slipped into her. I groaned and she began to roll her body slowly, and, I could feel her inner muscles working as my thick shaft slipped deeper into her. Slowly, so slowly, she coiled her lower body toward me and yet more of my thick meat entered her and I groaned and moaned louder.
"Monica!...Monica!...I don't think...ohhhhh baby...I don't think...I'm going to last at all...if you keep doing this," I moaned to her, sweat rolling off my brow. "That's okay, Hoot...that's okay...cum, baby...cum for Monica...and...cum in me!!" Seductively...sensuously...her body continued to roll slowly and, I could feel the walls of her sweet pussy worming along my shaft. She was going to make me cum and I was going to cum very soon.