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*****
The speaker's presentation was so uninspiring I was three-quarters asleep when I felt the vibrations in my chest. I immediately jerked forward in my chair, startled, momentarily certain I was having a heart attack...
The cell phone in my jacket pocket continued to vibrate. Fully awake now, I breathed a small sigh of relief. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was Nancy's home number. Sitting in the front row in a room full of people, I figured answering it was out of the question. I'd have to call her back when the session was over.
Nancy and I hadn't said more than a dozen words to each other since that morning, three days ago, when I opened my eyes and found myself staring into her huge breasts, no more that five inches from my eyes. It took me a moment to remember where I was, and how I came to be there, naked on the floor with my sister.
And then I remembered what had happened the night before. About taking the pictures, and the little red teddy, and the Scotch and the wine, and her screams of pleasure...And as I lay there beside her, I looked at her breasts, the large aureoles with their hard little nipples staring straight back at me. And I looked lower, across her belly to the brown hair of her pussy, covered with the dried white mixture of cum and cunt juice and sweat from the previous night. I saw that my cock, too, was splotched with the white, dried-out evidence of the night before.
I remembered her screams, and her moans, and how she had begged for it over and over. And as I remembered those things, I felt myself getting hard again. I looked back to her sleeping face, at the lipstick smeared messily around her lips and the eye shadow that had run in little rivulets down her cheek.
Then Nancy opened her eyes. She seemed momentarily confused.
"Oh, my God!" she said softly, when she finally realized where she was, and why she was there. She looked momentarily into my eyes, then lower, until her eyes reached my hard cock.
"Oh, my God!" she repeated.
I don't know what came over me at that instant. But I know it was something that had never happened before, something I had never done before. I sat up and looked down at her naked body, then, as if my human brain had been replaced by some lower animal's brain, I found myself grabbing her knees and roughly pulling her legs apart. I looked down at her cunt, and grabbing my cock in my fist, I mindlessly thrust the head of it at her hole.
"No! Oh, my God, no!" she screamed out.
I grabbed her arms at the wrists and held them against the carpet. Her cunt was dry and tight, and I had to push hard against her to get my cock in only a few inches.
"No, Tom!" she cried out, "Not like this!"
I was immune to her pleas. I continued to thrust my cock in and out, each stroke going slightly deeper into her dry passage. As I continued to pump into her, I could feel her juices slowly beginning to ease the friction; juices that had come not because she willed them to come, and not out of pleasure, but simply as an involuntary bodily reflex, like pupils getting smaller when they're exposed to bright light.
Now, with her lubrication, I could thrust the entire length of my cock into her cunt, until my pelvis pounded against hers. I continued to fuck her, as her head swung from side to side, causing her huge tits to swing back and forth across her chest.
"No, please... No!"
When I felt my balls were about to explode, I pulled out of her tight opening and slid my body up until I was straddling her tits, my balls dangling between them. I grabbed my cock and pushed the head of it against her face, rubbing it hard against her cheeks and lips, leaving a coating of precum across her face. I pumped my cock furiously with my hand, letting out a loud, involuntary groan as I felt the first flood of cum burst out, spraying onto Nancy's face. I continued to jack myself as wave after wave of cum flew out in wet gobs, pouring onto her nostrils and open mouth, collecting in puddles in her eyes and dripping down the side of her face to her ears.
When my balls were fully emptied, I used my hand to push my cock against her face, using my cock to spread my cum over every part of her face. Then, completely spent, I rolled off her and collapsed face down on the floor. A minute later, she got up and I heard the bathroom door close. Fifteen minutes later, after showering and dressing, she opened her bedroom door.
"I've got to go," she said with no expression to her voice, "or I'll miss the plane."
Five minutes later, a guy from the airline showed up the door. They'd found my lost luggage. I showered, got dressed and headed off to the first day of the conference.
*****
I held the cell phone to my ear as it dialed her number.
"Nancy Clark"
"Nancy, this is Tom. I'm so glad you're back. I wanted to talk to you but I didn't know how to reach you in Denver, I..."
"That's alright," she interrupted.
"But I wanted to explain..."
"Don't worry about it," she said emphatically, "Look, the reason I needed to talk to you is I'm having a couple over for dinner tonight and,"
"O.K., No problem. I can eat here at the hotel."
"No, that's not what I meant," she said, "I'm having this couple over who I've never met, and I'd feel a lot more comfortable if you were here too. Would it be asking too much if I asked you to eat here with us tonight?"
She explained that the woman was visiting from out of state. She was the director of a music academy back home that had a program similar to one Nancy was involved with. Nancy felt compelled to invite her and her husband for dinner. Of course, I told her. I'll be there.
Nancy was her usual cheery self when I got to her apartment, as if the events of last Sunday night and Monday morning had never occurred. She made no mention of it as she prepared dinner, and neither did I.
Before the guests arrived, Nancy went to her bedroom and changed, apparently deciding that her normal attire of sweatpants and sweatshirts wouldn't be suitable for a dinner party. She came out wearing a white, long sleeve blouse made of some silky-textured fabric, and a blue, knee length skirt. The bra she wore didn't seem to be very confining, allowing her breasts to sway slightly as she moved.
Dinner was perfect. The main course was a delicious bouillabaisse. I'd had no idea Nancy was such a good cook, and I made sure I told her so, several times. After dinner, Nancy had me open a bottle of wine and ushered us all into the living room.
I poured four glasses of wine and passed them out. Derek and Randi Peterson were their names. They were both 26 years old. During dinner, they'd explained they'd just returned from their honeymoon the week before. Derek had received his law degree the day before they got married and they were in Chicago to check out a possible job opportunity for him.
They were a very personable couple, and we seemed to hit it off immediately. Derek and I soon found out we shared a passion in life - golf. The only difference was he had played varsity golf in college and had a handicap in the low single digits, and I was a club hacker who didn't want to talk about my handicap. Much to Nancy and Randi's dismay, I'm sure, we spent fifteen or twenty minutes telling golf stories and comparing the courses we'd played.
Derek was probably 6', about my height. I could tell he worked out, or at least did something to keep himself in great shape.
Randi had a petite frame, and was a good deal shorter than her husband. Her hair was coal black and cut short. Her matching black eyebrows and dark eye shadow gave her a mysterious, almost exotic look, but she always seemed to have a smile on her face. She was a lively talker, no matter what the subject. Certainly not shy or bashful, Randi had a natural, uninhibited openness to her conversation. As Derek and I talked about a course we'd both played in Phoenix, she interrupted to tell a story about the time she was playing with Derek and had to pee.
