She dumped her boyfriend and wants me instead

“My boyfriend has been refusing to eat me again,” Connie continues. “Last night, I told him I couldn’t take his excuses and foot-dragging any longer. I told him I love him, but if he only cares about his own pleasure and isn’t willing to do what I need for mine, then he doesn’t really love me. He tried to argue with me, and he finally told me that he couldn’t believe I’d leave him because he wasn’t willing to eat my pussy. I said, ‘Watch me,’ and I left.

“I want a man who cares about me enough to satisfy me and take my needs seriously; but for right now, I just want to get fucked. Are you up for it?” she asks, her eyes flashing.

I kiss her hard, then say, “I can be in a few minutes, if you’re willing to help.”

Her face lights up. “Lie on your back,” she says. I roll over; she straddles my hips and begins sliding her flowing quim along my mostly-deflated prick. Then she leans forward and rests her hands on the bed, setting her unbound tits swinging in my face. “I know how much you like my tits, Andrew. You give them some attention, and I’ll take care of your big mommy-maker.”

I grab one of her hanging beauties in each hand and begin to play. I squeeze them, rub them together, and squish them up against her chest, then focus my attention on her nipples. I pinch them and tweak them and roll them between my fingers, then bring them together and rub her stiff peaks against each other. “Ooooh, baby, yeah, play with my tits,” Connie moans. “Give me more, Andrew. Pinch my nipples—suck my tits—” She angles her hips so that she’s rubbing her clit directly on my shaft. Each time her clit reaches my cockhead, she rocks and gyrates her hips to give it special attention; the sensation of her big, soft clit on my mushroom is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s not long before I’m starting to grow hard again.

I tease the soft skin of Connie’s breasts with my tongue, kissing, licking, and sucking all over her sweet curves. I cover as much of them as I can with kisses before seizing a light-brown nipple and suckling it hard, painting it all over with my tongue. The other nipple I capture between my middle and ring fingers, pinching and rolling it as I massage her titflesh. Then I switch sides and give each breast the other treatment. I rub her wet titbuds against each other so I can kiss and lick both at once, then suck both into my mouth. She moans as I suckle both nipples at the same time, then suck both tits deeper. I run my tongue up and down her cleavage. “Ohhh, wow, baby,” she moans. “I’ve never—I’ve never—”

By now, I’m long and hard, and Connie suddenly comes to herself. “I want you in me before you cum,” she says. “I don’t want to waste all that good man-juice.” I’m a little surprised. “Ohhh, yeah, feel free to cum inside me, stud,” she purrs. “I’m on the pill, and I know we’re both clean; I want to feel you cum. I want to feel your cum inside me all afternoon.

“I know just how I want it, too,” she continues, getting off me. “I’ve been dreaming about that cock for a while, and I want the full experience.” She gets up on her hands and knees, then looks over her shoulder. “I’m yours for the taking, baby. Cum fuck me until I howl.” I get up between her legs, and she says smokily, “Finger my pussy, Andrew. Stick your fingers in me and feel how wet I am for you.” I do, and she’s wetter than I’ve ever felt her. I rotate my fingers in her, turning my hand palm-down, and she gasps; when I stroke her G-spot, she throws back her head and moans, and her cunt walls clamp down hard on my fingers in a fairly powerful orgasm. When it subsides, she looks back at me with fire in her eyes and says, “Naughty boy. No more waiting—give me your cock.”

I seat my cockhead in her dripping opening, and she quivers in anticipation. I grab her hips, and in one smooth thrust I plunge my cock as deep as I can go. “Gaaah!” Connie cries. “Holy fuck, you’re huge!” I hold myself still, sheathed deep in her hot body, to give her time to adjust. I bend forward reach under her body, and grab one hanging boob with each hand. I pinch her eager nipples and roll them against my thumbs while I lift her tits up and forward so that their weight rests on my palms. “Just like that, Andrew, just like that,” she moans. “Oooooh, baby, you’re so deep, so fucking thick. I didn’t know my pussy went that deep. Play with my tits, baby. My nipples go right to my pussy. Ohhhhh, I’m stuffed so full. Never this good before. So fucking full . . .”

I let my hands play freely with Connie’s hanging curves. I caress them all over, and knead them with my fingers; I mash them up against her chest, rubbing them against each other and pinching her nipples. As I do, I begin slowly pumping her. “Mmmmm, Andrew, that feels soooooo good,” she moans. “Fuck me so good. Let me feel your big, thick cock fucking my pussy.” When I move a hand down from her tits to her clit and begin feathering my fingers over it, she moans louder.

When I lift my hand from her tit to gather up her hair, Connie pants, “Yeah, baby! My boyfriend wasn’t man enough . . . he never liked doing it doggy anyway . . . fuck yeah, Andrew, pull hard! Take me, baby—make me yours!” I draw myself out until just my mushroom plugs her cunt and take a good grip on her hair, then lean back and pull hard as I thrust with all my might. Her head comes up and back, drawing her spine into a taut curve and realigning her love tunnel, letting my drill bore deeper into her molten core. As I truly bottom out in her cunt, my balls resting in her quim, she lets out a strangled gasp. “So, so, so, so deep,” she pants. “I think I can feel your cock in the back of my throat. I thought you were deep before . . . fuck, Andrew, your cock is incredible.”

With one hand leashing her head and the other fondling her sensitive clit, I begin pistoning Connie’s pussy. I move steadily, giving her hard thrusts but pulling out more slowly. She isn’t begging for the all-out pounding Alyssa wanted, and doesn’t seem to need it; the size of my cock has her delirious all by itself. Combine that with frigging her sensitive clit, and she probably doesn’t need me to move at all. She enjoys it, though, moaning each time my balls slap her twat. I love slamming into her, but the slower withdrawals give me the chance to luxuriate in the heat and tightness of her pussy. “Ohhhh, Andrew,” she moans. “Andrew, you feel so good . . . you fill me so deep, fuck me so full. I’m so close, baby, make me cum for you. Take me with that big, thick cock—make me yours and fuck me ’til I cum all over you. Cum for me, baby, let me feel you cum. Let me feel your hot cum filling my pussy. Fill my pussy with your cockseed and make me cum. I’m so fucking close . . .”

I decide to vary the stimulation. I abruptly pick up the pace and start hammering her hard. Her bed moans under the sudden onslaught, and so does Connie. “Fuck me, Andrew . . . take me hard, baby . . . take me like a real woman . . . fuck me hard! Take me . . . fuck me—fuck—fuck—fuck—MEEE!” Her voice skirls into a scream and her body explodes like Vesuvius.

“Here it cums!” I yell as her climax triggers mine. I bury myself balls-deep in her cunt and still straining forward as my cock erupts into her gaping womb.

“Fuck yeah, baby!” she yells as she feels me fire blast after blast deep in her pussy. “Cum for me! Give me all your cum!” That triggers another orgasm hard on the heels of the first, and she screams my name with all her might.

We hold there, our orgasms dancing with each other, for a time that no doubt feels much longer to us than it is. As they subside, Connie relaxes her arms and lays her head on the bed; when I’ve deflated enough to pull out of her, she lowers her ass as well and rolls on her side. I snuggle in behind her and pull her close, my hands resting lightly on her tits.

“Ooooooh, baby, I love your hands on my tits,” Connie coos.

“I love your tits in my hands,” I reply. Even I can hear the deep satisfaction in my voice. “Almost as much as I love them in my mouth,” I add after a moment.

“I like the way you think, baby,” she returns in a sultry voice, rubbing her ass against my wilted cock. “Would you like to think that way every day?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, I’m available—and for you, I’m easy,” Connie purrs. “Like I said, I want a man who cares about me enough to satisfy me and take my needs seriously, and the first one I can think of is you. No pressure; if you’re not looking for a girlfriend right now, or if you have a thing for somebody else, I understand, and I can be fine with that. But part of the reason my boyfriend is now my ex is that I came to realize that you care about me more than he did, and I like you better than I like him. So, if you want me, I’m all yours.”

I feel stunned. I didn’t see this coming. I guess I’ve gotten too accustomed to the friendzone, because it never occurred to me that Connie might be starting to have feelings for me in that way. What do I feel for her? I’m in too much of a roil to know with any certainty; but at the very least, I’m sure I could love her, and dead sure I’d love sharing a bed with her.

That leaves two questions. First, what about Danni? I’ve been trying to build toward a romantic relationship there. I’ve been quite hopeful about it as I’ve been getting to know her; but there are no guarantees. Should I let what might be with someone I’m only beginning to know well matter more than what’s right in front of me with Connie? In some ways, I know Danni a lot better, but Connie and I have had more of the heart-to-heart kind of conversations. There’s more foundation for an intimate relationship with Connie, I think, and a relationship with her is much more certain.

Second, what about my business? If I have a girlfriend, will I have to give it up? I have to admit, if Connie (or any other girl) thought going around eating pussy for money was cheating on her, I couldn’t really argue. I don’t want to quit doing it, for a lot of reasons; but would I really value that more than having a girlfriend? Is there any chance she’ll be OK with it?