Monique gasped, feeling my girth spread her wide.

Monique was ready for me. Lusting. I knew instinctively that her breasts would be amazing. I am a pussy man, and I even had sex with women without removing their tops, simply getting that sweet slit naked for me, but with Monique, I felt very different. I had to see her breasts first. I switched from kneading them to caressing them through the thin fabric of the long-sleeved shirt, my hands cupping and massaging them on their sides, my thumbs rubbing those aroused nipples.

We hadn’t kissed yet, but I was so aroused from the sexually loaded moment that I was afraid that, if we did, I might cum right away. Monique arched her body and pushed her big breasts, which were still hidden behind that flimsy shirt, up against my seizing hands.

“Let me help you.” I whispered as I slid my hands from those inviting breasts over that slender stewardess's body down towards her pelvis and grabbed the shirt by the hem, gently pulling it upwards. She eagerly assisted me by stretching both arms upwards. The shirt was loose around at the waist but tight around her large breasts, and I had to add a little bit of effort, pulling the shirt over that last natural resistance. Once the breasts were freed from the entrapment, lifting the shirt over the head was easy. I don’t even remember where I left it, because she wore no bra, and I skipped a breath as I saw her naked breasts for the very first time.

Her natural breasts were amazing! They had this soft, teardrop silhouette, with a narrower top and softly sloping into a fuller, rounded bottom. Paired with a defined, slender waist, it gave her a very feminine, sensual aura. I estimated their size as 32C (70C) or bigger. But the sight offered to me made all that irrelevant; they were absolutely perfect.

Her white skin was flawless. The areolas of the breasts were of a pale white-pink, and the hard, pointy nipples had a slightly darker pink color. She probably had the womanliest breasts I had ever seen, having been hidden from my senses for so long.

I couldn’t wait any longer, and one hand softly cupped a naked breast as I used the other arm to support myself. Her breast was warm, soft, and inviting. So smooth and velvet-like, that I felt like a child, the breasts giving me a strong nurturing invitation. I carefully climbed on the bed beside her, not letting go of the breast, and lay next to her. Monique turned her head towards me, those red lips lightly parted, waiting. Waiting hungrily for that release. Her mouth was waiting for my first penetration. I raised my one hand up from the breast to the soft side of that beautiful face, holding it gently in my palm.

Our lips met. Softly. Careful. We both closed our eyes. There was no rush; we were there, in a moment without time. The tip of her tongue touched my teeth, oh so lightly, learning and meeting. Waiting. My tongue came out, greeting hers, excited, welcoming her, and encouraging. Wanting.

Monique pushed her warm tongue a little bit more, deeper, still with her eyes closed. Her female scent was overwhelming, entrancing my senses, conquering me, making me hers. I answered, gently exploring her hot mouth with the tip of my tongue, our tongues now intertwining slowly, a rhythm of passion occurring naturally, sharing our ardent breaths.

Our union became more heated, feverish, and sexual. Our breathing became labored, our lust taking over. Our mouths being unified, I lowered my hand down again to her breasts, alternatively caressing them, the nipples taking turns under my playful fingers. Monique moaned softly in my mouth, kissing me more hungrily, her body anxious for more. I lowered my hand further down, reaching her pelvis, easily finding the one button above the zipper of the cut-off jeans. Next, I opened the zipper all the way. I felt under my fingers the satin slip, very damp at the bottom. Monique was ready for me.

I stopped kissing her, concentrating on the removal of the denim shorts, both my hands grabbing the waistband, slowly pulling them over her round hips. She voluntarily helped me by closing her legs and lifting her pelvis from the bed, allowing me to pull down the jeans all the way to her feet. She quickly took out both, and I dropped the shorts on the floor. I could smell the musky scent from her well-lubricated pussy, telling me it was very ready for our mating. I didn’t want to touch it yet; I wanted to taste it first. As I grabbed the satin slip in my hands, she was so kind to accommodate my action by raising her pelvis again, enabling me to remove it completely. Our last boundary was now gone, our intimate union soon to be fulfilled.

I changed position and crawled in between her legs, which she happily spread for me, giving me full access to her opening. The protective labia were swollen and slightly parted, the pussy clearly wet and dripping from lust. As she raised both knees, she kept the feet flat on the bed, inviting me to get closer to her, most intimate, waiting, and wanting. I lowered myself and softly kissed just beside its entrance, on her thigh. I placed more kisses, circling around the swollen lips, carefully avoiding touching the shiny clit. I heard sighs from above, sighs of pleasure and of desperation, of wanting more, of longing.

With my index and my thumb, I gently spread them wide as I exhaled directly on the little protruding clit, the warm wind of my breath announcing the coming punishment. Monique moaned. I pushed my face slightly higher and for the first time, licked the wet slit up and down, still not touching her clit. I kept lapping her like that, up and down, a bit further now, in between the moist lips, ignoring the **** pleading of her clit to be kissed.

I stopped for a second and placed a kiss just above the soft mound, very near to the love button. She moaned again in such a way that she was begging for me to release her. I ignored any pleas for mercy and went on lapping again at that sweet slit of hers, this time even deeper, loving the taste of her greasy nectar. Monique was now very **** and placed both her hands behind my head, trying to guide and push my tongue towards the waiting clit, and I decided to reward her by suddenly clamping my lips directly on that little love pearl, sucking hard.

Monique groaned.

I sucked harder, creating a vacuum, making swallowing movements with my mouth, docking hard on her.

Again, she groaned loudly.

So close.

So very close.

I kept making these undulating movements on her clit with my mouth, and I felt her body tense up, announcing her orgasm. She pushed harder with her hands on my head, her breathing getting irregular. My mouth kept eating her, pushing hard, sucking hard. Harder. Much harder.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” She suddenly screamed with a hoarse voice, coming hard on my face as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, clamping me as hard as possible against her. Wildly gasping, the orgasm continued for ten to fifteen seconds, making her entire body shake from the muscle spasms and the electrical pleasures her brain was having. I stopped mistreating that sweet little pussy and paused, keeping my mouth open on her pussy, drinking any juices she might share.

Slowly she let go, and her legs unclamped, falling back onto the mattress as I lay in between them. I gave the swollen vulva a loving kiss and sat up on my knees, crawling closer to her. Monique’s brain was nowhere to be found, overpowered by the beautiful sensations and lost in the afterglow of the orgasm.

Time to fuck her. I lifted myself from the mattress with my arms and steadied myself on one as my right hand grabbed my raw, rampant cock and aligned it in front of her entrance, and as I pushed a little bit, the angry red mushroom slowly opened her petals.

As the naked cock head pierced her slowly, invading that tightest body part, Monique gasped, feeling my girth spread her wide. She naturally opened her legs wider, accommodating my shaft, automatically grabbing with both hands my hips to pull me to her. I heard soft cries as she was trying to cope with my cock sinking deeper inside by the second. I didn’t have to pull back and move back and forth; she was well-oiled from the orgasm and the lubricating juices, and I was able to sink my hard cock in one long, slow push, balls deep in her.

“Ah!” Monique let out a little cry as the red tip hit the cervix, surrendering to me. We stayed like that for a moment so that the stretched walls could get used to my phallus' girth and to accommodate it. And then, as I was already bottomed out, I pushed even harder, knowing that just after this orgasm, her pussy would be very sensitive.

“Oh!” She gasped, loving that dominating cock inside her. We stopped kissing. There was no need. We only touched down there. My raw manhood all the way in her.

I pulled my cock back, all the way back, but left the head just in Monique. As I pushed again, it went sliding smoothly through her wet cunt, all the way until I reached the waiting cervix again, making her gasp again. Once more, I pulled back and thrust again, loving the sensation of my hard, unyielding flesh against her soft, tunneling flesh. I pulled back again and slowly started fucking her at a steady pace, her hips naturally answering each thrust, intuitively accepting the breeding.

Slowly, our mating became more urgent, our pace quickening, both hungry for my release inside her. Monique's moaning was continuous, hands now on my back, caressing me feverishly there as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer with each of my thrusts. We kept fucking like that for another ten minutes until I felt that I was getting close.

“Just a little bit more, Monique.” I said with an irregular breath.

She wrapped her legs tighter around my back, telling me without words, as she kept moaning, that she would not let me pull out.

“Are you close, babe?” I grunted in a terse tone, getting really close now.

Monique could only nod as she kept moaning, but louder now. Her body was living its own life, writhing under me, her own release announcing itself. I started fucking much harder now, all manners lost, and pumping my seed in this ripe young woman was the only thing I could think of. I noticed Monique tensing up again, legs all stiff around me, as the second orgasm sent shock waves of pleasure through the entire body. Seconds later my balls contracted, and the first hot cum was deeply pumped inside her.

The feeling of my hot cum made Monique cry out my name, and another orgasm followed the previous one, making it a long, continuous pleasure trip, gushing juices all around my cum-pumping cock. Four more shots of hot cum followed before I almost collapsed on her, but I could hold myself lying on top with my elbows. She was spent too, and she let her legs fall off my back on the mattress. I was dripping sweat on her beautiful breasts, mixing it with hers. Her hair was a sweaty mess, the makeup messed up, but in a sexy way. We were both out of breath.

As we both recovered a little, me still on top of her, we both smiled at each other, happy. Satisfied.

I lowered my head, and we kissed intensely, as if it were the first time.

To be continued.