Sometimes, if I’m not too tired, I let my mind wander before I fall asleep. I spend disproportionate amounts of time thinking about my website, the girls featured on my website, the girls that should be on my website, the girls from my website that I’d like to bang. Usually it’s pretty fucking pleasant. But once in a while an old memory I’d like to forget rears its dusty head from wherever I thought I’d banished it to. Free association is a bitch.

The first time I met my roommate’s girlfriend she was standing on the deck in front of our house. Her white dress and waist length blonde hair were brilliant in the sunlight, almost painful to look at. She was leaning on the railing with her back to me. A slight breeze molded her dress against her body to reveal a perfect, plump little ass topped by an even more perfect waist. When she turned around the same obliging breeze flattened her dress against her tits. I could see their teardrop shape, full and heavier towards the bottom. Her nipples, teased by the breeze, were poking through the soft material. I knew I was staring but I couldn’t stop myself. She knew I was staring and was enjoying it. That memory I love.

One day I came home early from work. When I turned on the TV I was greeted by moaning from the porn I watched the night before. Two lesbos with huge fake boobs were going to town on a double headed dildo, thrusting frantically against each other. Their pussies were wet for real, and since I love it when my porn women are actually aroused my dick got hard. I started jerking off and closed my eyes as my movements became faster and faster. I didn’t even notice when the noise from the TV stopped.

I was startled by what felt like a warm breeze on my thigh. My eyes flew open to see my roommate’s girlfriend kneeling between my legs. She leaned forward licking her lips. I noticed that she was wearing the white dress. I thought I was gonna blow my load when I felt the moist warmth of her mouth envelop the tip of my dick. She teased me for a while, stroking my cock with her lovely little hands. Her mouth never ventured any lower than my head.

The tip of her tongue traced delicious patterns, hot and wet, along the whole underside of my dick. She grabbed the top of it and pulled it up against my belly. I shuddered when she buried her face into my balls, her hungry tongue moving over them, between them, underneath them. I could feel her nose push against the base of my cock as she sucked first one than the other of my balls. Her mouth felt hot and liquid and silky soft. She was still slowly stroking my shaft, her fingers sticky with clear pre-cum.

Her tongue left my balls to trail past the super sensitive base and up along the underside of my dick. She looked up into my eyes as she pushed her head down to swallow as much of my cock as she could fit in her mouth. It was so deep I could feel the back of her throat. She started sucking my dick, her hot spit mixed with my pre-cum. Her soft lips surrounded me on all sides.

She started to move faster and faster. My dick grew harder with each moist thrust. One more and I thought I was gonna explode hot cum down her pretty throat, but as suddenly as she had begun she stopped. She looked at me, her hair stuck to her sweaty neck and breasts. She slowly stood up, took my hand and pushed it under her dress. It took two seconds for my fingers to find her sopping wet pussy. Before I knew what was happening she pushed me aside and ran out the front door to the deck. I stood there unsure of what to do. My dick was throbbing.

TO BE CONTINUED.