Mary Lee - part 2
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Posted:Mar 1, 2019 11:30 am
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She pulled my polo shirt over my head. She ran her hands over my hairless chest. She kissed me. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, pulled my shorts down, gasped my hardness. She rubbed it softly over my briefs. I audibly expressed my approval of her hand on my member. I leaned in to kiss her fervently. My shorts fell to the floor. We stood, kissing, more and more minutes passed. She pressed her hips into my hard cock. Her hands were on my hips, mine around her waist. She was a tremendous kisser. I could tell she was very experienced. It felt so good just darting my tongue in and out of her mouth. I ran my hands through her short, jet black hair with just a tiny tinge of gray as I kissed her. Then they brushed down her cheek, her chin, her shoulders, then rested on her breasts, fondling them through her satin nightgown. I felt the bumps of her nipples, and that aroused me more. After another long, slow kiss I ran my hands down her back, cupped her ass with them. There was no detectable panty line. I pressed her into me. She calmly took her mouth off mine, traced her fingers down my chest, grabbed the elastic waist band of my briefs, and pulled them down, releasing my erect cock. She let my briefs drop to the floor and I stepped out of them. She pulled down the bedspread and sheet and patted on the mattress, inviting me into her bed. I slid my naked body the sheets and rested my head on the pillow. She stood before me in the candlelight and dropped one arm out of her nightgown, then the other. Then she slowly pulled it off of her, exposing her curvy tits. I smiled widely. She continued down, pulling it down past her belly button, down past her hips, and completely off. I think I said "Wow". She crawled the sheets with me. Our naked bodies pressed against one another. Her skin was chilly. She slid a leg between mine. She rubbed her thigh against my rock hard cock. We kissed again, this one much deeper and more passionate. My eyes closed tightly, and I concentrated on her smell, the taste of her tongue, it was all so exciting. I touched her bare breast with my left hand. I squeezed it, she reciprocated by doing the same to my chest. I ran my hands over and over them, playing with the nipples and the areola, feeling them respond to my touch. She made me feel so alive, so manly. I wanted to feel her womanhood. We were lying on our sides, kissing wildly. I put my hand on her hip. She rolled onto her back, maneuvering my hand to fall right onto her well-trimmed mound. "Touch me," she pleaded. My index finger found her clit. I ran up and down it, she responded positively with her hips. She grabbed my cock and lightly rubbed the length of it. My finger slid down her clit and found her waiting pussy. I negotiated the entrance and slipped my fingers inside, met with approval again by her hips rising up to meet my hand. Everything I did, she responded. She did not even need to touch me, I was so aroused just by how she was applauding me with her body. My fingers went in and out of her slowly, her hips grinding rhythmically with every stroke. I kept up the fingerfucking, and soon she was moaning, humping, grunting with every thrust of mine and hers. I felt a surge of fluid come out of her, she was now leaking pussy juice down into her ass. I gave her my best effort with my fingers, she appreciatively kept pushing, her cries becoming louder, more frequent, more desperate. I wanted to please her so much, I wanted to make her . I could tell I was going to get my wish. Her orgasm felt magical to me. She cried out in ecstasy, her body shivering, writhing, sweat glistening on her face and shoulders. She told me she loved me, she thanked me over and over. And over. She made me want to do that to her again. But she sat up in bed. I sat up with her. She took a pillow and moved it underneath her ass. She spread her legs wide. I got up on my knees, situated between her legs, leaned down and kissed her deeply. Her tongue immediately filled my mouth. She put both her hands on my throbbing cock. She stroked my balls, then she leaned back on the bed. I followed until I was hovering over her. She guided my cock to where she wanted it, right between her labia and into her moist opening. I slid in as far as I could go and then just rocked side to side inside her. It felt amazing. I pulled out slightly and filled her again. The pace was so slow, surely not like the sloppy, half-drunk fucking I was used to while in college. There was no rush to and get it done, it was about the journey rather than the destination. She wrapped her legs around me and we slow-fucked, deep, easy, smooth. I arched my back and pressed my hips down in an effort to get deeper into her, she raised her hips higher, now she had her legs wrapped around my back. God, this is amazing, I thought to myself over and over. This is what a WOMAN feels like, all my life I had been fucking girls. We kissed, we rolled left and right, we pressed our chests together, with my dick buried in her pussy, I felt one with her. And then... she looked up at me and said, "John. ready for your hot to shoot in me." Those words were nearly all I needed. I said, "Oh god yes, I want that too." And she took me straight there. She kegeled me, squeezing my cock with her pussy. I began to thrust in her faster, she was giving me encouragement. "Give me your , . Let me have it, fill me up with it. I want it leaking out of me. to me, ." Her own dirty talk was arousing her again, I felt her begin to move again, and we were moving as a team again. I felt the rising up from my balls and I told her, "Mary, so close. with me, let's go together." "God yes, John, so hard with me, take me with you, yes yes!" My mouth opened wide and I stared deep into her eyes as my hips rammed one last time and hers did the same. My load shot, my hands gripped her shoulders, her mouth was agape and I felt her cumming too. I came for days, sure, and she did as well. It took several minutes to come back to earch, my cock still in her pussy while my erection faded away. I pulled out, rolled over, put her head on my shoulder. "Will you stay here tonight?" she asked. "I would love to," I said. we held each other and drifted off to sleep, taking Mary into my dreams with me.
When I woke up, it was still dark outside but the candles were still lit. I felt something going on with the bed. It was rocking. I looked over Mary. Her legs were spread, and she was slowly inserting a vibrator into her pussy. I watched for a moment or two, fascinated, turned on. The dildo was much larger than I was. She was doing a great job of being quiet, but not such a great job of keeping the bed still. "You know how to make a guy feel inadequate," I whispered.
She looked surprised, then embarrassed. "Sorry, no, just the opposite. You did me so wonderfully I wanted more."
" sitting right here. You should use me while you have me."
" sorry. This thing is usually my date. I would love to have you again. Can you get it back up for me?"
" 23. Give me 30 minutes rest and it pops back up on its own."
"Oh god." She attacked me with a kiss, her open mouth perfectly fitting on mine. That was all it took for my cock to spring alive again, ready for battle. Her nude body sprawled atop mine. I felt that this time around it was not going to be the hour of foreplay like earlier in the night. I was right. She was a madwoman, kissing, taking me whatever way she wanted me. I guess the dildo had done all the foreplay already. She reached over and grabbed a bottle of what I soon discovered was coconut oil, and squirted a healthy dose on my cock. She spread it all over with her hands, then squirted my balls too. When I was nice and slick, she straddled me and lowered her pussy down over the head of my rod, then slipped me into her. The oil made us almost frictionless. She proceeded to fuck the stuffing out of me. She had incredible stamina and with me having once already, I was able to go until I was ready to stop. And I was not ready to stop. I got her off while she was on me. I fucked her to orgasm bending her over the side of the bed doggy-style while standing up. After a water break, I did her again while sitting on a dining room chair, with her cowgirl style facing me. I felt that one when she came, she left her juice all over me. Then she reversed the cowgirl and sat on my backward and I fucked her that way until she came. I tried to fuck her standing up, ended up getting inside her but it was difficult to get good leverage inside her. We retreated back to the bed and she lay on the edge, legs splayed outward. I took the coconut oil, put the opening right up her pussy, and squirted. She squealed. I then slipped inside her while standing up, and jackhammered my hips into her, taking her best thrusts in return. Mary was a wildcat, fucking me for all I was worth, taking her pleasure to new heights. She let me make her twice in that position. I squirted coconut oil between her breasts climbed on board and tit-fucked her while she got herself to orgasm with the dildo. I turned and this time I worked the dildo on her myself. I watched her pussy open up wide for it, took it greedily, turned it on vibrate, pressed it on her clit and made her again. I saw her squirt. My god, I'd never seen that before. It was so HOT. I asked her to sit down on my face so I could slurp up all that juice. She lowered herself on me. I sucked on her clit while opening her hole up with my fingers and exploring. She ground her hips on my face and came to my mouth. She bent down over and 69'd me, me happily licking up and down her slit while she sucked the length of my coconut flavored dick. Her tongue was masterful licking round and round the head while sucking the blood up to my head. I felt around the bed for the vibrator, could not reach it but was not going to interrupt this moment. I responded to her fellating skill by sucking harder and harder on her clit, pulling it between my lips, flicking it with my tongue swiftly. She began to massage my balls and I moaned with pleasure, she sucked harder. My cock was lengthening and stiffening and she could tell I was nearly ready to explode. She took her mouth off, turned around and asked me, "Can I watch you ? I love watching the shoot out of guy's cock."
"Oh, yeah, I'll do that for you any time. If we can find a quiet spot at work, I'd totally do it for you there."
"Oh, god. That would be so hot. Maybe early in the morning."
"Oh, yes."
She got the vibrator and began working it feverishly on her pussy while she talked to me. "Stroke your cock. Stroke that thing just for me. Show me how much you love my body. I want to see your cock swell and get full of and shoot all over your stomach. on, John. Let me see it. Oh god gonna on this fake cock while you jerk yourself off thinking about fucking me and ohhhh god let me know when you're cumming, so close, so close, oh John, fuck, fuck yes. God fuck, yes about to , for me, jack your rod up, show my that -"
" there, Mary. Gonna for you. God, I love you." And that moment, I did. I shot my hot load into the air and onto my flat tummy, and when Mary saw that she came as hard as she had the whole night (which had to include orgasms). She shivered and shook as the wave overtook her and she fell onto the bed. After a few seconds of panting, she took her hand and rubbed my load of into my skin and pubic hair, like it was body lotion. She put her head on my chest and just massaged the area right above my dick. I closed my eyes. It was amazing how we fit together. I drifted into a sound sleep again.
When I woke up, it was light outside. The bathroom door was open. Mary was showering.
"Morning, do you mind if I shower after you?" I called to her.
"Yes, I do mind," she said. "Let's save some water."
I smiled broadly and opened the door. She kissed me, her breath sweet with toothpaste, her tongue not minding my morning breath, her wet body fitting perfectly into mine again. My cock took no time at all to get ready to go one more round. "Do we have time for this?" I wondered out loud.
"No," she smiled and said. "Do I care? I may never get this chance again."
I took the soap and lathered up her breasts, she did the same with my quickly rising member. "I want this in me again," she purred. I slid my hands between her thighs with the soap and scrubbed her slit. My finger slipped inside - she was wet and ready to go. I turned her around, spread her legs, bent her slightly at the waist and slipped up in her. She got on her tiptoes, then lowered onto my cock. MM this position was hitting some new spots in her and she immediately began moaning. I reached around and began kneading her wet tits, kissing the back of her neck, and pumping my cock into her. This was not going to be a very long fuck, I could tell, as the water and steam had me more than hot. My sense was Mary was feeling the same way. I gave her everything I had, biting her lightly on the neck. She reached back over her shoulders and grabbed me by the head, whispered in my ear, "Feel this." What I felt was her whole body shiver. Her head tilted back, the water pelting on her face, as she completed another stunning orgasm, in less than five minutes. She quickly dismounted from me, knelt down in front of me, and sucked my cock. I put my hands on each side of her face, moved her hair so I could watch her perform her craft. The sensation of the water, her hands, and the visual of my cock disappearing into her mouth was overpowering. In 30 seconds I was warning her that I was going to unload. I wanted to give her a chance to pull her mouth off, but she did not. She sucked harder. I told her again. "Oh god. cumming to you. Cumming to you right now." As my spasms started and my semen began shooting into her mouth, she stroked my balls gently, as if she were milking me dry. She kept my cock in her warm mouth even as it was losing blood and shrinking. Then she kissed it, stood up, kissed me with my cum on her breath, and proceeded to wash my hair. It was a wonderfully erotic experience. We got out, dried off, got dressed and said our goodbyes. I went home, the pleasant memories of our night flooding my mind. I got dressed for work but before I did, I masturbated, thinking about her and her poise, her passion, her perfect lovemaking.
I popped into her cubicle around mid-morning, asked her how her morning was going. She said, "It started off as the best morning I've had in years."
"What a coincidence," I replied. I looked through the cubicles in the office to see if anyone was around, and seeing no one, I bent down and kissed her. She reached around and squeezed my butt.
"Guess what I forgot?" I asked.
"What?" she said.
"The vacuum cleaner."
"Oh, my God. Me too." Then she winked and said, "Well... you could come by tonight and get it."
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Mary Lee, part 1
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Posted:Feb 23, 2019 9:56 pm
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Mary... I had two encounters with her. This is the first one
I'd been in a meeting one day that she'd been in and our eyes met a couple of times. I think I may have blushed both times. I was a little 23 year old, she was probably ten or twelve years my senior. She probably got a kick out of what she did in that meeting. That night I was bored watching TV and was aching for some company. I'm not one to make "cold calls" or "booty calls" though. I needed to have an excuse. It did not take me long to think of one, and I found the company directory and made the call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mary. It's John, from work."
"Well, hey!"
"I'm kind of surprised you're home."
"Oh, I'm really kind of a home body. I'll go out to happy hour and I like going to your softball games, but otherwise I stay home with my cats and read."
"Again surprised."
"Why is that?"
"Guess I thought your dance card would be pretty full, being an attractive woman."
"Well, thank you! And I could say the same about you, you're young and good looking, you should be out getting in some trouble. What are you doing at home?"
I'm sure I blushed again "Nothing, but I do have a favor to ask."
"OK, shoot."
"Do you have a vacuum cleaner I could borrow? I was re-potting a plant and made a pretty big mess."
"You don't have a vacuum? Well, of course you don't. A single guy just getting set up in his own place. Sure, do you want me to bring it over?"
"Oh, no, I can come get it. If you don't mind. Or I can get it from you tomorrow if it's too late."
"By all means you can get it from me tonight." I was hoping that last thing she said meant what I think it meant.
I got directions to her apartment, told her I would be there in 30 minutes, brushed my teeth, and made my way over.
I remember when she opened her apartment door. She was holding her cat, wearing faded jeans, barefoot, toenails painted bright red, and a green halter top. She looked much different than in a business suit. I didn't realize how sexily curvy she actually was. My heart beat a little faster. She invited me in. She was listening to the Chariots of Fire soundtrack.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" This was encouraging news to me. I felt maybe I wasn't there just to pick up a vacuum cleaner that I really didn't need.
She brought me a glass of white wine. We clinked our glasses together. "Cheers!" she said. I smiled, and it probably looked like a goofy or awkward smile. For some reason I felt like a in front of this classy woman. But come to think of it I was only four years past my teens, so I guess there was a reason. She may have sensed some nervousness.
"Do you play backgammon?"
"I'm not terribly good at it. I have a system that doesn't work often, but I like the game."
She got out her game set and laid it out on the carpeted floor. I sat indian-style on my end. She lay down on her side, resting on an elbow. We played and sipped wine. She won the first game. I demanded a rematch. She said ok, but first asked if she could excuse herself. "It's your place," I said. What a dumb thing to say, I thought.
I sat alone, uncomfortable. Her cat sidled up beside me, purring. I'm not a cat person. I dutifully petted it anyway. After what seemed like eons, she came back into the living room with the wine bottle. She had changed clothes and my first glimpse of her gave me a stiff cock. She was wearing a full length ivory nightgown. It was cut very low in the middle to expose her cleavage. It was sleeveless. It was spectacular. My mouth might have been wide open gazing at her.
"It was getting late, so I thought I'd get ready for bed."
"Oh, it IS getting late, isn't it. Should I go?"
"Do you want to go?"
"Um, no. Not at all."
"Then don't go."
We played another game. I didn't try to win. I just tried to keep capturing her pieces to make the game last as long as I possibly could. I drank my wine far too fast. She filled my glass again. My heart was racing. I finished the glass, we finished the bottle. I was close to winning but couldn't roll the right numbers at the end and she won again. I found myself with a dry mouth, and asked if I could go to the kitchen for some water.
"Sure. There's a water dispenser built into the fridge."
I filled up my wine glass and turned around. She was standing in the doorway.
"I'm really glad you called. I've been crushing on you since you came to work for us."
"No way." I'm sure I blushed again.
"Oh my God, look at you." She brushed my long bangs from my face. "You're tall, thin, young, make good money. All the girls at the office want a piece of you. We were really sad to learn you're engaged."
"I'm not married though."
"You know it wouldn't matter if you were."
I set my water down on the counter. I think I had enough positive signs that I could move. I took her in my arms. I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, she thought I was going for her lips and leaned up, another awkward move for Your Hero. I ended up kissing her nose. I quickly recovered and gave her a slow kiss on the lips. Her lips were smooth, she had applied gloss when she changed clothes. They tasted like cherry. I was overwhelmed by the moment. I was really thankful it was her, playing it cool, slowing me down. We stood there, kissing, for minutes upon minutes. I think she sensed she was going to need to take the lead.
"Come with me," she coaxed. She took me by the hand and led me back to the bedroom. It was lit with candles on the nightstand and on the dresser. She must have done this also when she was putting on the nightgown. The scene was a total turn-on for me.
TBC
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Vanessa Part II
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Posted:Jan 22, 2019 5:01 pm
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Then that day happened - we drove out of town and turned onto a desolate dirt road in the woods. And it was on. There was sweat, grabbing and tugging at clothes, and that musk odor humans emit when they are aroused. It was quick, and it was glorious. Then it was over. I was satisfied and pleased that the real thing lived up to all the times we had copulated in my mind, while stroking myself in my chambers. When I dropped her off that day she said, "You know, we can't do that again." I said I understood. And I did. And we didn't fuck again. Until the next time. And the next. It started to be a joke, as she left every time she would say, "You know, we can't do that again." We'd laugh. We were friends. We fucked for sport. It was a wonderful, unusual relationship that we didn't really talk about, but we both knew we liked it just the way it worked out. There was no schedule. It was every couple of months one of us would call and ask if the other was "free for lunch". It was always in the car. Her place could not be used for reasons I understood. My place was way out of town and was frequently in a disheveled state anyway.
I got involved with a small group of folks my age who liked to follow the local minor league hockey team. We'd attend the home games, and would gather to watch the web stream of road games at the ancient hotel adjacent to the arena the team called home. There was a room in the basement of the hotel called The Hearth that our group would commandeer for these road games. It was a lot like the common room of a dorm or a very large living room - sofas and recliners all around with a large fireplace blazing. But the fireplace was the only source of heat and it was a pretty large room. It would have been a huge project to run more heat into this old stone building. So the hotel management provided the room with dozens of quilts, blankets and comforters. Folks would just grab one on their way in and drop it in the laundry bin on the way out. It really felt like someone's home, so much so that nobody had a problem moving furniture closer to the fireplace if necessary, and pulling their shoes off and kicking up their feet.
I was at The Hearth for an unusual road game because it was played on a weekday afternoon - the word we got was the game time had to be moved up because the road arena needed to be converted for a trade show. So though the drinks were flowing, I was not drinking; I had to preside over court that night. This particular afternoon, she was in attendance. That surprised me but delighted me too. We did not socialize together in public and many people were unaware we even knew each other.
We sat on a sofa together and shared a quilt, burrowed in, watching the hometown team surrender goal after goal. During the first period I would occasionally run my fingers up her spine and squeeze her softly at the base of her neck, a way for me to tell her I was glad she was there. At first intermission I situated her in front of me and gave her a back rub. She got up soon after that to go use the restroom. When she came back she sat back down in front of me with her back to me. I looked down the back of her jeans and saw the top of her thong, reached down without even thinking, pulled it and snapped it like a rubber band. It took her by surprise, but the only reaction I got was a slap on the knee.
By the second intermission my hands were becoming a little bolder. I would slide my hand gently up her spine, then halfway up her back, trace horizontally, and around the side of her shirt, coming close to touching the side of her breast. I'd run my hand down her back again, then back up, this time moving a little closer. She excused herself to go to the restroom again. I suspected the wine she was drinking was making her need to go often. But she quickly returned and gave me a smile that seemed a little bit wicked.
We covered up from neck down again in the quilt. I felt her take my hand in hers and pull it upward. She pressed it against her shirt. I felt my face flush and blood rush to my cock, as I discovered she had gone to the bathroom to remove her bra. She unbuttoned the top three buttons on her plaid flannel shirt and allowed my hand easy access to her smallish but wonderfully well-shaped breast. I pulled it out and as inconspicuously as I could, began fondling and squeezing her nipple, until it was rock hard. Then I went to work on the other. Meanwhile, she was tracing a line over my slacks up my inner thigh, coming dangerously close to the bulge I now sported, and down the inner thigh of my other leg. I took a deep breath, pulled my hand out of her shirt momentarily, stealthily licked my thumb and finger to give them some lubrication, and went back to gently playing with her breasts. By now she was brushing over my cock with her hand. I could not stand it any longer and unzipped my fly, fished down in my boxers and freed my cock from them. She slowly took her thumb and ran it across the head. Then she also got her fingers wet with her mouth, and continued caressing the head of my throbbing rod. I must say I did not know or care how the hockey game was going, and I do not also know if anyone in the room could tell what was happening under our quilt. And I only cared a little, for her sake. I did see there were only two minutes left in the game, so we needed to put ourselves back together. I zipped back up and began paying attention to hockey so I could get rid of my erection. She buttoned back up, kissed me on the cheek, and got up to pay her tab. I went to the restroom. When I came out most of the bathroom pretty much everyone had taken off, and there was no sign of her either. I felt great disappointment, but I also knew she had obligations at home. I looked at my watch. I still had some three hours before I had to report to court. I began to make mental plans for the gym and dinner, when... I saw her leaning against the wall, smiling broadly, dangling what I would later realize was a hotel key from her hand. "Are you in?" she asked. "Pretty presumptuous of you to think I didn't have something to do this afternoon," I quipped. "I had a hunch," she replied.
The hotel we were in was built way before the Civil War. The staircases were narrow. We had to climb them single file. I stared at the was her ass swayed as she climbed each stair, imagined myself kissing and biting her on that ass. Her body was magnificent for a woman of any age, but especially for one of our age. She was a casual runner and played tennis twice a week. Her arms were well defined, fair of tone and smooth. I was astonished how her physical appearance stirred me as a man. She made me want to hold her as tightly as I could, to be with her, to be in her. We reached the room. The hotel was so old it still employed the old-fashioned metal keys. She turned the lock and took two steps into the room. I followed, she immediately turned around, flung her arms around my neck and kissed me desperately on the mouth. She pressed forward hard, forcing me back into the closed door. I ran my hands up her back, caressing, smiling to myself when I reached the place her bra would normally be. Her tongue flitted on my lips. I opened wider, she allowed herself in. Her breath smelled faintly of wine and wintergreen gum. Her tongue played inside my mouth, then darted out as my tongue followed into her waiting mouth. She moaned and sucked on my tongue, making me moan with her. My hands found the bottom of her shirt and slid inside. I felt her shiver, my hands must have been a little cold. I held them around her waist to warm them up. She had none of that, quickly unbuttoned her flannel shirt and pulled my hands up on her. I pressed, kneaded, caressed, flicked her nipples, hardening them again. All the while we were still kissing, our tongues teasing each other, our mouths locked. She began to undo my belt. I slid her shirt over her shoulders, it fell down to her elbows. She unbuttoned my pants, unzipped me, dropped her arms and her shirt fell completely off. She pulled on both ends of my belt, backing up toward the bed. She sat down, our kissing stopped momentarily. While she pulled my pants down my waist she was staring at my cock, at attention inside my boxer briefs. I was staring at her breasts. Her nipples were a beautiful pink in color and offered a perfect pairing with her hair color. My pants were down around my knees, I stepped out of them. She reached out and gently took my cock and balls into her hands. She played with them ever so gently, the touch of her hands making it feel like she revered what she was holding. I bent at the waist, set my forehead on top of her head, and quietly enjoyed the dick massage. My fingers ran up and down her bare back, tracing her spine, raising goosebumps on her. Her hand was gently squeezing my balls, her finger tickling the sensitive skin between my balls and anus. "OH god," I moaned spontaneously when she touched me there. I took my head off of hers, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. Her mouth opened and my tongue filled the void. She leaned back until she was prone on the bed with her feet still on the floor, me following her, balancing on my hands while our lips tangled furiously. Her hands left my prick and began unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom. I wanted to press my naked chest on hers, the anticipation was making me breathe harder and faster. Finally I was free from the shirt and lay gently atop her, kissing. My lips pulled on her lower lip and sucked it into my mouth where my tongue flicked across it quickly. Our kiss ended and my lips moved to kiss her on the chin. Then under the chin, and sucked on her neck as if I were going to give her a hickey. My tongue slid horizontally over the length of her collarbone. My lips explored the smooth white skin of her upper chest, finally landing on her luscious, perky left breast. I brought it to attention with my lips, teeth and tongue, then sucked on it, eliciting sighs from her. I moved over to give the right nipple the same love. She seemed to like the work on the right one better, as I heard some wonderful moans as I sucked on it. I opened my whole mouth, got as much of the entire tit inside my mouth, and flicked my tongue across that nipple swiftly. I bit the erect nipple softly, received a shiver in response. I did not want to leave these beautiful works of art but there was more to explore.
I kissed my way down, across her flat tummy, kissed and ran my tongue across her belly button ring. I reached the top of her jeans. They were already unsnapped. I don't know when she did that. I slowly unzipped. I peeled them down over her hips, revealing the magenta thong she was wearing. I pulled her pants legs down. She raised her legs and I pulled them completely off. Her hand immediately slipped inside the front of her thong, indicating she wanted, needed to be touched, and soon. I placed my hand on the fabric of her thong. It was drenched. I decided this might not be a time to tease. I grabbed the strap at the top of the thong. She lifted her ass, it slid down, she raised her legs and it melted off of her. Her hand went back to her crotch and her index finger began flicking her clit. "I can do that," I purred to her. "Sorry, I'm used to doing it myself," she purred back. She slid up to the head of the bed. I wrapped around her and held her. We were completely nude, in a real bed, for the first time in decades and I wanted to remember every second of the sensation. It felt like every care I ever had in the world had been removed. I held her there for minutes. Her foot was running up and down the length of mine. Even a movement that small was being noticed in my loins. I wonder if she felt the throbbing against her, because her hand went to investigate. She made her thumb and finger into a small "o", placed it atop the head of my cock, and pressed, simulating me entering her pussy. She made it tight and I instinctively pushed through. Her "o" slid down my shaft to the base and tightened hard around it. I moaned and I think it was pretty loud. This woman was driving me insane with desire. I reached between her legs, she spread them wider to open herself to me. I eased my middle finger inside her. It was soaking wet. She shivered, moaned, tightened her grip on my cock. I slipped my ring finger in. Another shiver, another moan and a "God, yes." I pressed my fingers forward. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers. I pulled them out a bit and forced them back in. I wiggled them, she gave me more moans. She released her grip on my cock and focused her attention back on her own clit. I worked on her pussy while she stroked, and I felt the results of our teamwork as inside her pussy she was getting wetter and wetter, and I could feel the juices dripping out. Her breathing became faster and faster, she was fucking my fingers rhythmically and her fingers were playing her own clit like it was an instrument. I felt honored to be allowed to experience this moment with her and as her passion came to a crescendo she made a request. "John, kiss me as I cum." I reached my face up to her and obliged, with our fingers working their magic, her lower body writhing, awaiting explosion. Our lips together did not stop her moans. I felt the tension rising, I could feel her hips also rising, fluids dousing my fingers and hers, and then it happened. I do not mean to brag when I say I have been with lots of women and have seen my share of orgasms. This one was more powerful than any I have ever watched. I was so turned on by watching her cum, her body rocking and feeling the waves wash over her, that now it was all I wanted to do. Make her cum. Again and again. And she let me. She lay on her back with her legs spread wide, my face in her crotch, sucking on her clit. My fingers gently stroked the outside of her shaved patch. I occasionally tongue-fucked her and tasted her pussy juices, still abundant inside her. She came hard when I replaced my tongue with my fingers and went down on her at the same time. When she exploded to me, sometimes she would announce she was going to cum, which was a special turnon for me. Other times she just talked to a particular deity. My favorite was when she said, "Oh god. I hope you can feel me cum. Feel me cum, please. God, feel me cum so hard." I ate her and fingered her, and did some very light ass play, sucked on her tits while exploring her pussy with my fingers, bent her over the bed and fingered, and gave her orgasm after toe-curling orgasm, and I still had not slid my cock into her. I didn't need to. This was better than any cum would give me. And she was in communication with me, she was telling me I was pleasing her, and she was fucking turning her body over to me. I took her into the shower, kissed her under the spray, finally entered her there briefly, thought I was going to cum but didn't. I patted her dry softly with a towel, led her back to the bed, guided her in face down and covered her up with the bedspread to warm up. I went to my briefcase and retrieved some KY Yours and Mine which I keep for masturbation purposes. I poured some of hers on my fingers, and spread her, still face down, and slipped two fingers in. She began to grind on them. With the remaining hand I poured the his onto my erect dick, spilling a lot of it. I took my fingers out of her, pulled her hips up gently, she raised up onto her knees. I positioned behind her and slid my cock into her, and got in as deep as I could go. She arched her hed back as I entered. My hands grabbed her shoulders. One of hers balanced her, and the other was rubbing her clit. I thrust in and out of her and my balls slapped against her hand as I humped. I felt that familiar rise in her breathing again and I did want to feel her cum with me inside her. I told her, "I want to hold still when you cum to feel you." In between "Oh god" she said "yes yes almost". I felt it rising within me too and thought we might cum together but I hoped not yet. I was slapping hard against her ass and pulling her hips into me when suddenly she stopped, held her breath and pressed back hard against me. I felt her tighten and contract on my now-still cock. Orgasm number six or so was fucking amazing. I really felt like I came myself.
She fell face first on the bed. I reached down and squeezed her buttock. She rolled up on her side and said something I don't think I heard her say, even in college. "I want to taste your cum." It surprised me but looking back since we started seeing each other we'd never been together in a bed, only my SUV, and only at lunch time. I smiled. "I want you to taste your juice and mine together." "Deal," she said. I sat up in the bed with my back against the headboard. She knelt on top of me, straddled my legs, and lowered herself down on my waiting dick. This was a familiar position since we fucked in a car, but this time there was more room and she was much more ready. I really liked it because it's easy to kiss in this position. We did, deeply, and then we broke and she began moving. She slid up and down on my cock like she was rocking in a chair. She helped herself to her clit some more. She was so experienced at self-stimulation. The friction all along my cock was sensational. I could feel how wet she was again, my balls were getting wet under us. She began to rock harder and faster, we began banging the headboard against the wall. I leaned forward in an effort to stop it. I pressed my palms against the mattress and tried to thrust my hips up to meet her as she slid down my cock. She was talking to god again and I was so turned on. "I'm gonna cum," she shouted. "Cum, please cum on my cock," I exhorted. I felt this one too, both her pussy contracting hard onto my more-than-ready dick, and her fingernails into my shoulders. I looked into her eyes when she came and melted watching her expression of joy and ectasy. As the waves subsided I nodded to her that I was close. She got off, knelt down in front of me, took the head of my cock into her mouth, and began cleaning it off. She took the very tip into her pursed lips and sucked hard. I'm sure she was able to pull out some precum because she smiled sweetly. She opened her mouth wide and took me in most of the way (I'm not large). I felt suction. I could see her cheeks cave in as she sucked. She cupped my balls in one hand. Her mouth went up and down on my shaft, and her other hand went up and down with it. She took her mouth off momentarily and began jacking on my cock."Oh my god!" I cried. She worked my cock like I work it in my chambers when I think about her perfume. She got her mouth back close to me and began to let saliva run out of her mouth onto my dick. She got it all wet and continued jacking me. Her mouth went back on me and her hand squeezed my balls. I felt her suck on me again and her eyes caught mine. That did it. I announced to her. I thought in case she wanted to change her mind about swallowing, and I didn't want to surprise her. I announced again, thrust my hips up toward her waiting mouth, felt my balls contract, and gave her all the cum I had. It felt like I came for a solid minute. Her mouth rode it out the whole way. She kept me in her mouth, softly licking and sucking even as my erection began going down. I stroked her hair, wondering if this was the best moment of my life. I was exhausted, hungry, close to being late for work, but none of that mattered.
We finally pulled ourselves apart. I got showered and dressed, re-entered the bedroom. She had only gotten a shirt on. I went in for one more kiss. I told her she would never know what the afternoon had meant to me. She smiled. As I was about to open the door she said, "And hey, John? Why don't you come back after work? We can do that again."
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Vanessa part 1
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Posted:Jan 18, 2019 9:02 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2019 5:08 pm
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She and I had "dated" for a little while in college. We were never exclusive though; we both liked our variety in partners far too much to settle down with only one another. I lost track of her when we graduated. After my career as an attorney I was ready to assume a slower-paced life, and I moved back to our college town. Thanks to social media I was able to reconnect with her and we became friends. We both understood it couldn't be more, there were reasons. But we'd go out to lunch occasionally and catch up. That lasted a couple of .
One spring day I picked her up for lunch. After a minute or two of driving she surprised me by saying, "Hey... I don't really want to eat and I don't think you do either." She was right. I had not told her, but since the first time we had lunch together I wanted to fuck her. After our lunches I would go back to the courthouse ( now a night court judge), lock my office door, and masturbate thinking of her, her perfume, her soft, smooth, fair skin, and her shoulder-length waves of hair that was honey-colored in the artificial light but would glint of amber in the sunshine. I would bring myself to cum while dreaming of my nostrils against that perfume, enveloped by that skin, that hair. I would drift back into reality what might have been, had I not gone to the big city to be a big attorney. But I still had my memories and my fantasies.
tbc......
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I love women - prologue
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Posted:Jan 16, 2019 9:54 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2024 10:36 pm
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I'm thinking about telling stories about some women I've known. I fall in love too easily.
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