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- May, 2015 - Woodhaven
In this story,
three of my favorite obsessions are coming together - Cognac, pussy and the
unexplainable.
This thing really happened to me and I don't care if you believe it or not.
Personally, I am an agnostic - I have experienced some other things that defy
scientific explanation. And yet, if I was not present during the following
events I would never-ever believe that this is possible. I am writing this down,
because even though I was there, even though I was a part of what occurred, I
want to have it down on paper for that future day when I will think this was all
a dream, or a very good fantastic trip or something. Anyway, it was 2 days after
my 40th birthday. My friend Mike met me at a bar. He'd been out of town and had
just gotten back, but he had not forgotten my birthday.
'Hey
Chuck, how's it going?'
'Not
bad, what's up?'
'Listen, I wanted to do something nice for your birthday, so I got you a
present.'
'Is
it in that bottle shaped bag that you're carrying?'
'That is only a small part. For the real thing, we have to go somewhere else.'
'OK,
where?'
'It's a surprise, but I think you’ll like it.
We took a cab to some place in Williamsburg and rang the doorbell on a
townhouse. I guess they knew Mike because the door opened and a gorgeous young
redhead welcomed Mike warmly. Mike introduced me and I guess she liked me too
because she kissed me warmly on the lips.
'Nice to make your acquaintance Chuck!' she said 'I am Cognac.'
I
lifted a finger to my lips in surprise and she put her hand on top of mine.
'Don't be afraid, I don't bite' she said 'unless you ask me.'
I
was quite baffled, but decided to play along.
'Mike tells me it's your birthday.'
'Technically, it was two days ago.'
'That's OK, we can still celebrate.'
She took the bag from Mike, and pulled a bottle of Martell Cordon Bleu out of
it. She opened that expertly and placed it on a table.
'Have a seat' she said. She produced three snifters and poured about a finger
and a half in each.
'Happy birthday Chuck' she said and we all took a sip.
'Because Mike is a very good friend of mine and he spoke so highly of you, I
will show you something that very few people have seen.' With that, she pulled
down her top exposing her very beautiful teats.
'Come a little bit closer' she said ' I want to show you the proper way to drink
Martell Cordon Bleu.'
She then poured a little bit of cognac onto each of her nipples and pulled my
head down to one of them. Apparently Mike knew the drill because he did not need
an invitation. He started sucking at that other nipple like a little baby.
I did not see any reason to refuse the unspoken invitation and proceeded to do
the same thing. It seems that Cognac was becoming quite excited. She kept
pouring Martell onto her nipples very slowly saying:
'Come and get it boys.'
I was too occupied to notice that her skirt had disappeared at some point and
before you know it, I was lapping Martell from inside her vagina. As she was
pouring it extremely slowly, I could almost see the drops and I followed the
trail straight up to her glistening clitoris.
'Does the alcohol hurt you honey?' I asked.
'Hush' she said 'it is just fine if you lick it in time.' |
By this time we had somehow moved over to her sofa where she reclined while I
kept licking Martell Cordon Bleu off of her body. Mike had stayed at the table
and he had lit a cigar on which he was puffing once in a while. As I looked up
at him, he just made shushing signs and pointing in the direction of Cognac's
naked body.
'Pay
attention' he mouthed.
So I did. I paid attention. I had never before been in a sexual situation while
another man was in the same room, but I couldn't just up and leave. These were
some kind of special circumstances. So I soldiered on, not to say that it was
any kind of hardship. The Martell mixed with the natural flavor of Cognac's body
was actually very tasty not to mention extremely arousing as well. I did not
know where this was going, but I did know that my cock was as hard as a walnut
tree branch. Cognac was pouring more of that stuff onto her pussy and as I kept
licking it off, she kept getting louder.
'Suck that Cognac clit Chuckie. Eat the Cognac pussy. Yes, yes, yes!'
She kept lifting her pussy, so much so that at some point I had to stand up.
Cognac was having a very loud and apparently very good orgasm which distracted
me to the point that I did not notice what was happening. It was not only her
pussy that was being lifted, but her entire body. I started paying attention and
realized that she was now floating in the air approximately 3-4 feet above the
sofa.
'What the fuck Mike?' I blurted out.
'Happy birthday, Chuck! I did promise you a surprise. Don't waste it, this will
only last another 15 or 20 minutes. Take off your clothes and get on board the
greatest ride of your life.'
I was skeptical, so I took an internal vote. Didn't get too far because my
cock's voice drowned out all the others. I threw off my shoes, pants, underwear
and whatever, climbed on the sofa and from there on top of Cognac. She was not
talking but her eyes were sparkling like they were stars, while she guided my
cock into her cunt. We fucked! We floated! We got lost in the ether, so to
speak. At some point she started floating throughout the room and Mike had to
push us away when we almost collided with his head. I had what may have been the
greatest orgasm of my entire life and Cognac followed suit. I don’t know if it
was somewhat of a routine for her, but if it was she was a very lucky woman. Of
course it couldn't be helped and a bunch of sperm eventually found its way to
the floor. That explained why there were no carpets or rugs on the floor. She
coasted slowly back to the sofa and alit gently. Though her eyes had been opened
all this time looking into mine, it seemed like she was only seeing me again
now.
'Hi'
she said.
'Wow' I replied 'can we just rest for a few minutes so that I can catch my
breath?'
'Sure honey, take your time,'
My cock was almost deflated by this time, but I did not want to pull it out of
her cunt yet. There is a nice feeling of lethargic euphoria that embraces my
cock after a good fuck session especially if I manage to keep it inside a little
longer. I kept looking into those fantastic green eyes and I know she knew that
in that moment, I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone before or ever
since. I did not need to say a word. I also knew that she was not someone you
can possess - it would be ridiculous to try and marry her or live with her etc.
Her gift was something that needed to be shared. I tried to tell myself that I
should be happy with whatever little I had received.
'Will I ever see you again?' I asked.
'Of
course' she replied 'call me.'
I had to get off sometime, so we washed up a bit put some clothes back on and
sat chatting a little longer while killing the rest of that bottle.
'So,
what is your name?' I asked after a while.
'Roberta, but everyone calls me Cognac Lewinsky. And no, I am not related to
Monica.'
'What about the Cognac, what's the connection. And why Martell?'
'I cannot explain any of it. As for Martell, I just happen to like it, but the
same thing happens when I drink a decent XO. Someday, if you can afford it,
bring a Luis XIII. It will bring a higher dimension into our liaison.'
Eventually, we had to leave no matter how reluctant I was. In retrospect, I
should say that I kept thinking about the possible similes between Monica and
Roberta. I have to say that even though Monica had had sex with the most
powerful man in the world, it stands to reason that he was the one who felt more
uplifted. Why else would he do it?
I did eventually save enough for a bottle of Luis XIII and went back, but that
is a story that I am totally incapable of putting into human language.
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