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The Downward Spiral The First Step
Life rocked along, considering Donna and the trip to New England had been
my first true sexual encounter, everything was fairly unchanged. I still
went online and chatted women up and down. Oddly, it seemed to me, I was
far more popular with women online than in real life. Now I know more than
a few people start to loose that distinction as they become more popular
online than in real life, but I was careful to separate the two in my mind
so I didn't loose perspective.
I had plans to meet with a very good friend who had gone to in
Colorado, and decided I would test the waters of Internet women again while
I was up there. I had a nice time with a from Greely and on the last
day we got really close to sex, but her moral won out over lust and when
she asked me to stop I did, even thought I almost had her naked. I think
now, if I had gotten her naked she wouldn't have been so able to overcome
the passion of the moment. Then again, I like taking my time during the
heavy petting stage of working up to sex.
During this point in my life I ran across an woman online named
Kathleen. At some point during chat room tomfoolery, something in her
locked on me. I can't recall all that happened to cause that change but
she and I started talking through instant messages more and more and soon
it changed to phone calls and we chatted on the phone and online for
probably six months. Kathleen was 15 years than me and in what she
considered a very unfulfilling marriage. She started dropping hints that
she wanted to meet and the calls went from conversation to phone sex, a
bizarre and oddly erotic concept. I was just having fun but it became
clear that she was now on a mission.
"I have a job in Dallas in two weeks." He job was to go help the and
pop stores go out of business and to make sure they tied up all the legal
and financial loose ends as they did.
"Kate," she hated to be called by anything more than her full name,
until we started with the phone sex. I enjoyed making her like something
that repulsed her. "I can't trust my car to go the 400 miles from her to
there. And to go that distance for one night... I can't."
"I'll buy you a seat on an airplane..." she finally got fed up with me
and we didn't speak for weeks. I thought she might be a little unbalanced
after she worked so hard to get me there anyway so I didn't give it much
thought. After a few weeks, she popped back up again and wanted to call.
She and I went on in the phone/online routine for another few months when
she announced she was coming to Houston. She already had the tickets. I
had no idea of what she looked like only that she was 40 years old. I had
to have a to know her by at the airport. She agreed and a friend
came to rescue me if she was nuts. She sent me the picture. She was not a
super but she didn't look bad at all, but it was a headshot and I was
interested in seeing the whole package.
Now I have friends that balk at a gray hair on a woman and write her
off, but in my there is a tendency to get gray early. I started
getting the odd gray hair when I was sixteen, so the fact that Kate a few
gray hairs didn't phase me. She was a fit woman with simple tastes. I
could tell that by the faded jeans and turtle neck blouse. She was about
five feet six inches and had an eager smile and a sultry voice. She had,
as I recall green eyes and probably weighed around one hundred and ten
pounds. We made small talk with my back up and headed off to get her
rental car and then get to her hotel. We chatted all the way to the car
and to hotel and I carried her suitcase up for her. We checked out the
hotel room and started chatting again. I found from the time we met in the
air port and hugged, I wanted to kiss her and urge had kept on growing so
as I moved one way and she another, I put my left hand on her neck, just
below the hinge of her jaw. This got her to quiet and look up at me, and
we finally kissed. It was a slow kiss but it built up quickly and I knew I
wanted to get her naked and fuck her silly, so I broke the kiss and said
she should take me to my house so I could get my car. We did. TO
this day I don't know why my instincts told me not to stay with her through
the night, but I knew I wouldn't. We got my car came back to the hotel and
started kissing again. This time there was no reason to stop. The kiss
grew in intensity and as the embrace and the moment became more heated, our
teeth occasionally clashed. She was so hot that in ten minutes I was
undressing her. I love undressing women. I mentioned that Kate was forty,
but I'll be damned if her body wasn't better than the few twenty
something's I had seen. She had the shape and the proportions of a
playmate model, and I was amazed it the beautiful she was able to
conceal under her shirt, once I got her front hooking bra off. I began to
nuzzle and nibble her nipples and her neck and she began moaning. I
started kissing and nibbling her stomach and then her thighs and parked
myself down to eat my first pussy. I was so horny at the point I started
tasting her tender folds without noting the string. She let me go for a
while before she stopped me.
"You can't." She moaned as she tried to pull me away.
"Why not?" I wanted badly to eat a nice hairy snatch.
"Because it's my time of the month." Now I noticed the string. We went
back to kissing and fooling around and she started undressing me. At the
time, I passed it off as my need to build my confidence through others, but
I don't think it is now. Her eyes light up when she got my jeans off. I
don't were under wear with jeans. They are confining enough but with
underwear and a sudden case of arousal, they can be painful, beside
underwear with denim seems like a padlock on a paddock gate to keep the
cows from opening it. She put it in her mouth immediately.
Now I'm going to tear away from this to explain a bit about me. I had
always considered everything about me to be totally average, this included
penis size. I also never felt the urge to compare any part of myself to
anyone else, especially not my penis. I kept my head down and avoided
looking at any time possible. As I gained lovers and experience here and
there I learned I had a respectable sized cock. Not one of the murderous
sized ones you see in the dirty stories, but almost a full eight inches.
Now dirty experts may scoff at this admission, but the facts are that
the average penis size is no more than six inches. Simple anatomy tells
you that some of the are just beyond reason. Once a cock gets to a
certain size, it's dangerous to the human body. How can someone take a
13-inch cock down their throat without ripping out their vocal cords?
Vaginal sex with a cock that size? It's more likely to rip or damage a
woman's uterus and make her cock hungry if she take is all. And, my fellow
men, try shoving a 13-inch tube up your anus and tell me it feels divine.
All of this I know now which is why I say I now know why her eyes lit up
when my cock sprang free. I never asked her the question I had asked other
women I had gone out with to try and boost my ego, but she boosted it all
the same.
So we were naked and I moved to slide in and my God she was wet and she
was tight. I slowly slipped my cock into her and she moaned loudly. When
I started to fuck her, her moans grew high pitched and she started slowly
tossing her head, mussing her long black hair. She had a sweet little
cunt. It wasn't too hirsute but clear and I moved so I could watch my cock
sliding in and out of her wonderful cunt. I had forgotten why she stopped
me from eating her pussy. She began to cry, literally cry, my name usually
punctuated with breathless "Oh my sweet love"s. She was like moist velvet
and I was in heaven. The backs of her thighs were up over the tops of mine
and I was on my knees burring my cock into her as she moaned and wailed
until I came. Now I remember she was having her period and as I pulled out
from her the evidence of it were smeared all over my cock and it burned a
little. I cleaned up and kissed her good night and I left at around
midnight. I thought it was for the best.
Little did I know the three days she was down would truly start a
massive change in my life.