♪ I'm the one that got away♪

03 <unk> The Ad
"Wow! What a lovely woman!" thought Pliny as he browsed through the photo album on a sex dating site that he had become accustomed to surfing, stopping at one that caught his eye; and drooling when looking at this brunette with long wavy black hair whose shapes were an invitation to boundless sex. An enormous desire grew within him to be with this woman, climbing until she was enjoying herself like no male before her could do so.
Hesitant, for there had been months when he frequented that site without having the courage to sign up and get in touch with this mature sex goddess; all he did was look at her and drool. He knew from the pictures she was a woman over fifty years of age but still looked very young eating dust.
Eventually, the hesitation was overcome by an uncontrollable desire to meet with this woman in order to realize all possible fantasies and so he made his registration. After filling out all the data he waited patiently for a reply e-mail so that it could finalize its inclusion on the site and enjoy all possibilities especially those related to mature women who attracted him so much.
Tired of waiting, and because it was too late, he gave up and left for the next day. And this was a real torment since during the day he could not access the site due to control limitations set by his workplace as well as in his college.
That's why, when he got home at the end of the night, barely greeted his parents, ate something quickly, ran into his room, turned on his laptop and went to the website. Checked in his mailbox and opened the link for confirmation. Finally, he was up-to-date with profile, avatar and last name. He wasted no time searching for that woman who had excited him so much.
Soon, he found her! Her nickname was <unk>gata arisca<unk>; on his personal page it was full of photos and also admirers. Pliny looked at photo by picture, feeling his dick throbbing inside the pants, and his desire gaining unthinkable dimensions: he needed to have that woman anyway!
Nevertheless, the numerous admirers acted as a psychological barrier to him daring to send out an invitation message for that delight whose body was an eternal call for sex.
He knew well that he would not receive an answer that night, and after relieving himself with a solitary "cat", went to bed contented in the agonizing expectation that it would cause him insomnia and a terrible next day. And as soon as morning came Pliny could not hide his anxiety but also his bad mood. Barely greeted his parents by drinking coffee hastily before continuing on another tiresome and distressing day.
The following night, the ritual was repeated exactly as it had happened previously; and to her surprise, <unk>gata<unk> responded to her message with an invitation for a private chat room within the site.
Pliny did not make a plea, entering the electronic chat room and signaling to her that he was <unk>on line<unk>; little more than two minutes for her to respond. A warm conversation began which grew bolder until it spilled over into spicy phrases and extravagant desires. The woman enjoyed provoking him by talking about positions, fetishes, flavors and everything else pertaining to unlimited sex.
After more than two hours of conversation, Pliny ventured an invitation to meet her and the response was overwhelming: "For now let's just get acquainted"; a bucket of ice water ended their first contact. The boy fell asleep feeling a mixture of ecstasy and wanting more!
In the days that followed (or rather nights), Pliny and this cat exchanged thousands of messages, not only about sex but also about preferences and tastes, discovering they had a lot in common. But one question from the cat made the hairy boy stand up; "You don't have any pictures here on the website ..., send me one so I can see you better?"
The boy babbled, saying that he had none and asking what kind of picture she wanted; the answer came like a thunderbolt: "I want to see you naked!" He took a deep breath and replied that he would arrange for the photo as soon as possible.
At the weekend, when his parents had gone out for household chores, Pliny summoned up courage and armed himself with a cell phone went into the bedroom undressed and did his best to conceal his face since the cat in her pictures was always wearing one of those masks you see at medieval shows around Europe.
At the end of his solitary photo session, he masturbated himself into mockery and ran to his notebook, transferring the images to his personal album and sending them back to her, anxious for any comments ..., hours went by without a response appearing on screen causing an almost uncontrollable wave of worry and anxiety. Somewhat irritated, he gave up and withdrew to other tasks that awaited him.
Suddenly, everything became warm... the messages were becoming rare and almost always he would end up getting no reply. Sad but also indignant one day he sent a message full of sorrow confessing his sadness for distancing himself from the cat saying how much desire he felt for her and an almost insane urge to fuck her like a female deserves to be fucked providing him with pleasure that no man could give as he was able to do so.
And once again, he was left without an answer; the silent screen of his notebook was a visible frustration that pulsated in his sorrowful chest for having lost this woman and with her the chance to fulfill himself by suffocating his enormous desire into the warm and moist entrails of an unparalleled female. To him everything had been lost, leaving only disappointment and self-abandonment. Thinking so, Pliny went on with his life, putting aside complaining about "the rainbow" and trying to remedy his misfortune.
Months passed, until the day when opening his mailbox he felt a chill to see one addressed by the cat for him! Feeling his whole body tremble he opened the message and almost ran out of breath; in it the cat said the following: "I like your dick! I want to feel her inside me. Await instructions". Pliny was so exultant that did not know whether to run or shout with joy. He went down stairs and met his mother in kitchen having coffee after arriving from work.
He, who was at home because there were no classes that day, ran up to her and embraced her, making her dance with him; Ivone, even without understanding the son's joy, amused herself with this unusual expansiveness in him, always so self-confident.
Without wanting to prolong the provocation, Ivone gently untied herself from her son's arms and asked why he was so cheerful. Pliny interrupted only by saying that she was happy. "Any new kittens?" she wanted to know.
A few more days passed, leaving Pliny climbing up the walls; but finally on a Thursday night he received another message: "Follow down to an address of a motel. I'll meet you there tomorrow when you arrive at reception and ask for suite number three".
Even as he splashed, Pliny paid attention to the rest of his message. It read "Demands". There were three very specific items: 1) I will be wearing a mask and not taking it off; 2) No lights - only penumbra; 3) When we are finished let's leave separately; 4) Don't worry about expenses!
On Friday morning, he called to work and gave some excuse. He was just finishing getting dressed when a car honked; looked out the window and saw a taxi parked in front of his house. Surprised, he hurried with preparations and ran up to the gate. The driver checked his name and asked him to come inside. During the journey nothing was said or asked. They rumbled towards the destination that awaited Pliny.
At the reception of a very luxurious motel, he identified himself by asking for his suite number; at the entrance to the garage he got out and thanked the taxi driver who merely smiled wittily. Suddenly the door opened and Pliny walked in as it closed behind him through the small corridor leading into the room, feeling his heart beat quicken and breathing become almost stifling.
The door was half-open; he went in and shut it. It took only a few moments for him to get used to the dim light...and then, he saw!
The cat was sitting on the edge of the bed; she wore only lingerie, which even in penumbra stood out for its sinful red color; she used a mask like those seen at carnivals in the Italian city of Venice that besides being beautiful concealed her face completely.
Pliny dared to walk towards her, but was prevented only by a gesture; the cat stood up and displayed its sinuous and generous body for the boy's greedy eyes. It turned on itself axis, highlighting his perfect ass in an insinuating roar. As soon as it stopped, she looked at him spreading out her arms in a sign of someone who also desires a show.
The clumsy boy sketched out some moves, but seeing that his partner was showing a certain impatience he chose to undress slowly until her roll came up hard and pointed in the direction of him. Pliny realized that his gesture had awakened the cat which walked towards him pushing it against the wall.
She brushed her body against his, feeling all the hardness of the young roll; Pliny tried a kiss but his partner swerved away, shaking his head in disapproval. Unconformed, the boy decided to take matters into his own hands by wrapping the cat around him and pressing it tightly against himself. Soon he felt his companion's hand hold onto the bangle, massaging it vigorously.
Pliny made the bra disappear, and then it dropped out of his mouth onto that first-rate female's tempting breasts; he sucked on her hard nipples by biting and licking them, making the cat groan like a madwoman; she stroked the boy's hair, encouraging him to continue savoring her tasty bosoms while, for its own sake, masturbating the scroll, feeling all its extension and all its provocative rigidity.
Pliny, feeling more at ease, dragged his partner up to the bed and threw her over him; he helped her get rid of her panties and fell with his mouth between her legs, sucking out both vagina and clitoris, which immediately made the cat mock with growling groans and protracted sighs. The boy demonstrated all his oral skill by making his companion laugh successive times, and sensing the intriguing rigidity of his slightly gaining clitoral mass.
Without warning, he climbed on top of her and let his mast find its way toward the Valley of Wet Dreams; penetration was perfect with the roller sliding into the cat's vagina fitting seamlessly. Pliny initiated back-and-forth movements that began slow and prolonged but grew faster and deeper as time went by.
Pliny provided his partner with a sequence of orgasms so intense that she herself gasped like crazy, unable to conceal the pleasure she was feeling from the large and thick rolling boy going in and out of her sketch; at one point, Pliny made their penetrations even deeper and more intensive, forcing his partner to scream.
Sweaty but still unsatisfied, the couple shifted their position as Pliny held his partner by her waist and pulled away the cat's rear end against its hard mast.
The next moment it was the cat's turn to ride her partner, going up and down on the rigid pike, moaning and savoring while Pliny squeezed and groped her breasts, feeling its volume and gently twisting her nipples, causing her to groan even more as if her body were at the boy's fingertips.
As the hours went by, they experimented with as many other possible and imaginable positions, and it was in a moment of utter rapture when Pliny punched his cat's paw into "conchinha" that he felt impelled to look for another little hole with his fingertips.
Without showing surprise, the cat took hold of the roll with her hand and pulled it towards the little hole in a clear demonstration that she accepted the provocation. Pliny did not make an appeal; instead he drew out the roller from its flooded mouthpiece and pointed it at the target, burying it with some few movements which were accompanied by shouts and groans from his partner.
As soon as he felt the scroll entirely buried in his partner's tail, Pliny began to stockpile it with rapid movements and within seconds saw that her companion had become moaning like a madman twisting her body under the domination of the unsullied roll of her young guest. And there was another sequence of teasing only this time they were anal jokes.
"I'll fill you up with fuck!"
"No, you won't!" retorted the cat, still under her partner's insane domination.
She pushed the boy with her butt, and after putting him upside down held the roll by its base, squeezing it gently as she made it disappear into her mouth. Cat sucked on the roll, letting his mouth act like a hot little pinprick until that moment when the roll exploded in a warm voluminous gush of semen.
Pliny was ejaculating like an animal, feeling his partner's mouth condition all the charge that emptied its bowels, ending with a long groan as it rolled slowly and crumbling into her hot little fucking mouth.
Cat still had the pleasure of flaunting her mouthful before swallowing it pleasurably. Totally exhausted, the couple fell asleep in each other's arms, forgetting that there was a world outside that motel room. Some time later Pliny was woken up by the noise from the shower. He looked around and found himself alone on his bed. So happy he remained engulfed in memories of that wonderful day.
Suddenly, he noticed the mask resting on the headboard of his bed; "The cat is unmasked?" he thought, igniting an uncontrollable curiosity within himself. He sneakily got up and walked foot-by-foot to the door of the booth, trying to figure out his partner's identity.
-Don't even think about it! <unk> said the cat from inside the box, in a hoarse voice and without turning away from the boy. <unk> If you do that, you will never see me again ..., understood?
Grumpy as a boy who'd taken a piss, Pliny replied that he had understood the message. "Call reception and ask for the taxi I have reserved for you", she went on without turning to look at him. Plinus returned to his room annoyed and curious about the cat's tone of voice which even though it was growling reminded him of an unfamiliar sounding pitch, so he called the front desk.
On the way back, her cell phone vibrated with a message from her: "Thank you! It was the best morning of my life in recent times ..., if you behave yourself we will have other meetings. Kisses from Cat!"
A long time later, on a Saturday afternoon, Pliny was at home enjoying himself and heard the call of his mother Ivone coming from her parents' room. He went upstairs and when he got to the door he was asked by Ivone who had been in the bathroom: "Honey, can you get me a towel out of the closet?" Almost automatically, he obeyed. And what wasn't his surprise as he opened the cupboard door and searched through the stack of towels to find a Venetian mask! The same one that I used for my date with the cat!
Surprised but also delighted by the discovery, Pliny undresses and heads for the bathroom, leaving his towel on its rack and opening the door of the box; Ivone turns towards the boy and has an impulse to scold him... however, the object he carries in his hand causes her voice to get stuck in her throat.
There was a silent standoff, in which both said nothing ..., and everything indicated that the situation was heading for an almost imminent crisis, if it wasn't the shy but sincere smile Ivone delineated on his lips.
Words, at that moment, were absolutely unnecessary... just a loose surrender of fiery bodies succumbing to kisses and hugs and caresses which soon exploded into the most delicious and rampant wave of boundless mother-son sex.
After much sex, what remained was a phrase spoken by Ivone: "If I had known that there was a male like you sleeping in the next room, I would never have invented shrimp cat!"
"Well, now you know", replied the boy with a satisfied smile on his face.