The Dallas School Girls Pt. 04: Sondra

When my wife first mentioned what she called, The Dallas School Girls, I thought of them as simply a clique of women, and one gay man, all in their 60s who had stayed close friends since middle school. I met most of them at parties or dinners. They were all smart, successful, and quite beautiful.

It wasn’t until after my wife passed away that I learned the real secret of the Dallas School Girls.

I suggest reading at least the intro to this series to help get things started. -Emmerson

Having just finished a morning full of wonderful and varied sex, Debi opened the hotel room door and their stood Sondra, the next name on the lust list. She smiled as she took in the sight of me naked, Debi’s clothes disheveled, toe prints the color of her lipstick across her face, with tear stains on her cheeks and dried cum on her tits, stroking my hard cock. Sondra took a long breath in through her nose. “I hope I have half as much fun as it looks like you did, Debi.”

She laughed her giant laugh as she sauntered in, hefting a six pack of beer. “Where’s the fridge, stud?”

Debi shook her head and kissed my cheek, “Good luck,” and she left.

If Georgia is considered a “solid” woman, then Sondra is the original sexy BBW. Full head of blonde hair, broad shoulders, huge tits with wide areola, so pale pink that they are difficult to see until they swell with arousal. Then they are impossible to miss. She had a full soft belly, wide hips and a really big ass. Her pubic hair is also naturally blonde and covers most of her ample groin. And her usual personality exudes sexual playfulness.

She was wearing a plus-size pullover dress of a dark floral pattern with a solid yolk above her breasts and a matching belt just above her waist. As she turned, I noticed the dress was slit up the side to the top of her hip.

“Want a beer?” She held a cold bottle out to me. Thinking it would sit better than another sharkbite, I took it and twisted it open. Sondra sat in the padded easy chair, draping one leg over the arm, letting the dress fall between her legs. The side slit dropped open confirming she was wearing no panties.

Sondra had recently spent some intimate time with Jan and I, so there wasn’t the awkwardness I’d had with the first two women. Sondra and I chatted about everyday things, like the sexy new cop show on Netflix and our favorite cut off the latest Cécile McLorin Salvant album. (She said D’un feu Secret, while I chose Doudou.)

After about 15 minutes, Sondra started slowly gathering the hem of her dress up her thick, enticing legs, “So, stud, how’s your day going?” She asked with a grin that would literally eat shit.

I sighed and shrugged. “Kinda weird as you might expect.”

“I hear ya. It’s not every man who gets to eat the pussies of eight sexy women because his dead wife set it up for him.”

“Some of these women I barely know. Maybe dinner at the house or a hug at a party.”

“Not like me?” Sondra grinned.

“No, not like you who I ass-fucked that last time I saw you.”

“And titty-fucked the time before that, huh, stud?”

“So, why are you here, Sondra my sweet? Why not leave the time open for someone else?”

“Jan asked me the same thing.”

“She did?”

“In fact her exact words were, ‘Why put your name in the schedule when you know if you call we’ll be there in no time to fuck your juicey cunt or lick your delicious ass?'” Her impersonation of Jan’s alto voice with an oh-so-slight Texas accent was spot on!

“So what did you do after so elegant an invitation?”

“Shoved my finger up her ass and made her cum,” she laughed, “like always.”

Her face got serious and she took a deep breath, “I told her I wanted you to myself. Not in some scheme against my husband and not even sharing with her talented tongue.” Her fingers resumed pulling her dress up her legs. “I want you and me, talking like this and making love as it feels right.”

“And what does it mean that you’ve pulled your dress up to the point I can see your cunt dripping.”

“It means, it feels right.”

She propped the other leg over the arm and, using both hands, spread her pussy lips wide, displaying the soft pink inside as her asshole winked at me from just below.

Fighting my instinct to dive for her cunt, I slowly closed the distance between our chairs my dick bobbing toward her as I walked. When I got to the easy chair, I put my arms on either side of her head, laying my naked body on top of her as I leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss was deep and passionate in a way our playful sex of the past was not. My cock grew hard in her pubic nest. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning softly.

Sondra slipped the straps off her shoulders, pulling the bodice loose around her braless breasts.

I broke the kiss, then planted several small kisses on her face and neck, then across her collarbone before ascending her mountainous tit. I rocked my hips forward and back, letting my cock slide through the soft curls.

I licked around the areola feeling it swell under my tongue. When I began suckling her half-inch nipple Sondra put her fingers though the hair on the back of my head, guiding without pushing, moving me to the other nipple, then around that breast, licking and kissing every inch.

Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing got deeper. I slid up a bit, licking her bicep then her armpit, enjoying the ironic fragrance of antiperspirant and sweat. She giggled and put her fingers on my head again, guiding me down her ribs and over her hips. I paused to suck her hip bone, teasing the often-neglected sensitive spot.

Her dress was bunched at her waist and I rolled her over to unhook and unzip the back. It fell away and Sondra was magnificently naked. As I caressed her bare back and large ass cheeks, I caught a whiff of her pussy. My cock surged and I spread her ass.

“Buried my face” is a phrase I use often when kissing deep in someone’s hair or pubes or pussy. When I buried my face between Sondra’s ass cheeks, there was a sense of exploring between two large deep canyon walls, excavating with my tongue as though the treasure buried in her tight puckered sphincter was worth any risk, any sacrifice.

Clearly the scent of her taint was playing with my mind. I wanted to scoop the treasure from her dark secret place and hide it in my inner soul, treasuring it, protecting it.

“God I love when you lick my ass.” Her words made their way through my muddled senses, only serving to encourage and enflame my lust for her scat. I shoved my tongue past her sphincter, luxuriating in the pure taste of her ass.

I kissed her anus and her cheeks as I backed away, letting my blood pressure lower and my breath return. Ignoring the beer, I reached for my glass from earlier, taking a long deep drink and swirling the alcohol around my tongue. Sondra took the glass, sniffed it, then had a drink. “Rum. That should kill any serious germs.”

“It about did Debi in,” I chuckled.

“Nah that little woman can hold her liquor, but she loves having any excuse to suck her own feet”

“That was something”

“If I could, I would. The best I can do is lick my nipples. Which I do as often as possible.”

She settled back in the chair, her legs still spread wide over the arms.

“And speaking of licking, weren’t you headed somewhere, stud?”

I grinned as her playfulness returned. I moved down between her full, enveloping thighs. The pink opening beckoned. I settled my nose on her soft pubic hairs, drawing in the full scent of her sex. I struggled to keep my sanity as I started licking.

Sondra’s pussy was perfection; clean and fresh and warm and spicey. She moaned as the tip of my tongue played her clit. I wrapped my arms around her thick thighs, spreading them wider as I dove deeper. I could drown in her cunt and die the happiest of men.

I licked her lips, coaxing them open, pushing my tongue between to reach into her dripping pussy. The flavor was magical. The feeling of her cunt grabbing my tongue was electrifying. Sondra rocked her hips up, pressing her clit to my teeth. I rolled my lips over them, making them hard, but not sharp as she ground her most sensitive button onto my face.

I put one finger inside her, knowing it would not be enough for this insatiable woman. I continued to suck hard on her clit as I stroked her pussy deep and slow, waiting for …

“More, stud. My cunt wants filling.”

I put in two, then three fingers, feeling her pussy stretching to welcome me. I slid the other hand across her spectacular stomach, through her curls to that soft spot above the apex of her pubic bone.

The fingers inside reached deep, caressing her cervix and pressing up along the top, mirroring the position of the hand on the outside. I pressed down on the soft spot as I curled my fingers up of her internal G-spot.

Sondra’s reaction was immediate, intense and loud. “FUCK ME GOD!” Her hips thrust up and her ass thundered back onto the chair. She pulled my face tight to her clit while my fingers strummed her “spots” from A to G. She shivered and groaned as several smaller orgasms rippled through her.

She pounded my face with her cunt. “My ass, stud, I love you in my ass.”

I knew from past experience that this was true. I pulled my fingers, dripping from her cunt. She rocked her hips up, bringing her anus into view between the large cheeks. I quickly shoved one, two, three fingers in her puckered anus. As usual for Sondra the ass slut, she was loose and easy. My fingers flew in and out, fucking her ass, matching the rhythm of her hips as her cries grew louder and more shrill. Soon, she was squirting cum from her cunt onto my grateful face.

I continued to finger her fragrant asshole until Sondra calmed down and caught her breath.

She flopped back in the chair, her cunt exposed and dripping, her ass red and gaping, I had to smile. “You do look as abused as Debi did when she left.”

“That was the goal, Stud. And if anyone is keeping track, you are better than your wife. She was always shy about ass-play. You put me way over the top!”

“True.” My wife had loved fingering and pegging me, but asked me not to pressure her. “You know, Sondra, you’re the last on the list for today. You could spend the night?”

She grinned, “That is a great idea, stud.” She found her dress and pulled it up her legs, settling it around her hips. “But, things are still a bit dicey on the home front.” She quickly held up a hand to prevent my interruption. “No, he’s not hitting me, but he is angry that he’s not my escort to tomorrow’s gathering.” She zipped up the dress and went in search of her shoes. “Besides, you need your rest. Big day tomorrow!”

“So I hear. Well, good night, Sondra. You were marvelous as always.”

“I have your number.”

She walked out with the same confidence as when she walked in.

I sat down, poured myself a fresh sharkbite and dialed my phone.

“Hello, Lover,” Jan sounded subdued as she picked up. “How’s it going?”

“Well to be honest, it’s a bit weird.”

“In what way?”

“You would think pulling a train of sexy, mature women would be every man’s dream; just one fun fuck after another.”

“Yes?”

“But it’s not just me and them. My wife is here, too.”

“Interesting. How so?”

“She is what I have in common with the Dallas School Girls. We’ve all had sex with her. She haunts us. Not in a spooky, malicious ghost kind if way, but she is waiting, watching, just to one side.”

“Or between their legs?”

“Yes!” Jan had hit the nail.

“I guess I should have warned you this could happen. It happened when you and I first fucked at the Bonaventure, though I was only aware of it after the fact. We did talk about it a little. She was, well, is, the standard I hold lovers to. She loved me so deeply, and so well, that I could not help comparing Daniel, or Cy, or even Roxie to her.

“I thought it was all about technique, and was hoping you would be as good as her in that regard. But you and I both loved her on a level beyond tab A in slot B, so we were able to cling to each other. On top of the fact that your technique is exemplary. You really are the best lover I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a few.”

“Like my wife,” I smiled at the thought.

“Yes, she was a bit of a whore in her Rock-and-Roll days. To start with, it was an easy way to trade for her coke. But she really loved sex.”

“You don’t have to tell me, Jan. So, you think this strong reaction the women are having to me is because of her?”

“I think it’s because of you, and your connection to her. We all love her.”

Her voice dropped into her low, breathy alto, “Fortunately I got you first,”

“Are you masturbating without me?”

“Not without you, lover. More like ‘Lover adjacent.’ Now get some sleep. Jill is likely to put you through your paces. She’s a bit of a control freak.”

“Georgia said the same thing about me.”

“You, Lover? Noooo.” Only a little sarcasm there. “But you have to remember, she asked to be a part of our sharing group, after your wife cut us off. She never got to enjoy her wonderful tongue or her unconditional love.”

“Good to know. Oh sweetheart, one more thing.”

“Yes, Lover?”

“Something I wasn’t expecting: So far, all the women like ass-play.”

“Everyone does, Lover. Some just don’t know it yet. Sleep well.”