I was set up on a blind date with Jodi, so I prepared a very romantic dinner in the hope of maybe getting some play and improving my rather meager sex life.

As it turned out, “getting some play” is an understatement for what happened.

When I went to pick her up her horniness was quite apparent; she greeted me at her door in nothing but a skimpy robe. Her moist love nest and her muff could easily be seen through the thin fabric. She had a set of tits that guys only dream of sucking. I could see her excitement as her diamond-hard nipples poked through the material. I decided to play it cool and let her make the first move.

She led me to the couch and asked if I’d like a drink. When she came back with it from the kitchen her robe was untied, inviting me to view the most perfectly trimmed pussy I had ever seen. This was my cue. I got up and embraced her in a monstrous wet, deep kiss. As my tongue raced around in her mouth, her hand unleashed my flagpole, which she ran her long nails over. She knew what she was doing as she cupped my balls. I thought I’d come right there, but I held on.

I quickly shed my clothes, and Jodi lost her robe. We made our way to the bedroom to continue our lustful embrace there. She begged me to fuck her, but I thought I’d tease her first with a little nipple sucking. I started with the left one, and it tasted quite exquisite, but I needed to have some of that right morsel too. After a minute her heavy breathing was making me so hot, I didn’t know who was teasing whom.

She kept moaning, and I knew it was time to fuck her. I put her on her back and climbed on board my love train. She looked at my cock, which was bigger than I have ever seen it, and exclaimed, “Your cock is so big, I hope it will be nice to me.” When I entered her tight little box, she let out a yelp. I started slowly, but our rhythm of love quickened to a blistering pace. After a dozen strokes I felt that familiar boiling feeling in my balls. I fired what felt like a gallon of my spunk right up her canal. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise, milking my dick dry. After I hopped off her she told me that I was the most incredible fuck she’d ever had. I didn’t even get the chance to rest before her horniness kicked back in, and she ordered me to eat her out.

This was my dream date. I went down on her muff and decided to feast on the furburger before me. I remembered a Sam Kinison act where he suggested forming the letters of the alphabet with your tongue when you ate out a girl. I decided to try it, and by the time I got to cross my T, she was going wild. My tongue explored every nook and cranny of her bowl of love pudding. With my thumb on her clit and my tongue in her cunt, she was screaming and her legs were clamping my head. I thought I was going to suffocate in the object of my lust. What a way to go!

I decided that I’d had enough and started a trail of kisses to her mouth, paying special attention to her titties. Once I reached her lips I wanted to give her a taste of what she’d given me. As our tongues intertwined she knew what I was up to. She erotically whispered, “I can taste myself and it’s turning me on.”

We lay there like a big sex pretzel, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Needless to say, we never made it to the restaurant, but we’d both eaten well.