She's engaged; this is goodbye

“Last night,” Connie continues, “I was so tired, I fell asleep on the couch after dinner. My boyfriend cleaned up, and then he pulled off my shorts and panties and woke me up sucking my clit. He ate me until I came, and came, and came; and then he thanked me for teaching him how good my pussy tastes. And then—he pulled out a ring and proposed to me.” Her eyes soften. “It’s his grandmother’s wedding ring, so it doesn’t quite fit; it’s being re-sized, so I don’t have it to wear yet.”

I’m happy for her, but confused. “Then why—”

Again, she puts a finger on my mouth. “Ssshhh,” she says. “I owe you my happiness. I figure, I’m not really fully engaged until I have the ring, so I wanted to have you one last time to say thank you and goodbye. And since it’s ‘thank you and goodbye’ sex, I’ve given myself permission to have all of you, just this once; which is why I dressed up for you. I wanted to make this as special as I possibly could.” I start to speak, and she stops me. “My boyfriend doesn’t need to know. This is just a special gift between us.

“Now,” she continues, “I’m still so hot, I could jump your bones right now—but you’re a bone short, so we need to do something about that first. Lie on your back.” 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 your 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. “Ohh, 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. “This is the only chance I get with your cock, 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! I’ve asked my boyfriend to pull my hair, but he’s never . . . he doesn’t really like doing it doggy anyway . . . fuck yeah, Andrew, pull hard!” 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. Fuck me ’til I cum all over your big, thick cock. Cum for me, baby, let me feel you cum. Let me feel your hot cum filling my pussy. Fill my pussy 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 . . . fuck me . . . fuck . . . 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.

“If that was goodbye,” I say in a voice that trembles a little, “that was some goodbye.”

“I know,” Connie replies. “I think it has to be; but that cock of yours may have ruined me for anyone else. I’ll have to train my boyfriend to make up for it in other ways, I guess. At least—he’s a lot better at satisfying me sexually than he used to be, and I owe that to you.”

“It’s been a pleasure knowing you,” I tell her.

“It’s been more my pleasure than yours. You can leave your hands on my tits a little while longer.”