I am a 50-year-old man who has been divorced for more than 10 years, and hasn’t dated much since. Some of the people where I work have tried to fix me up with someone’s friend or relation, but that kind of thing usually just ends up with somebody getting upset. Until recently I satisfied my sexual urges with a lot of masturbation, and a rare visit from my first wife.
One of my fellow workers is a woman named Doris, who was in somewhat the same situation, having been divorced for four years. Although she works in a different department, we would often run into each other around the office, or at work-related parties. The last few times we talked I had the feeling that we related to each other as more than just work friends. She had an intriguing look about her, and each time we saw each other our connection seemed to deepen.
Doris is a good 10 years younger than me, and still has an excellent figure, which, I must admit, was what first attracted me to her. She is five feet six, with long dark hair, deep brown eyes, shapely medium-sized breasts, curvy hips and really long gorgeous legs.
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As always, it was late on Thursday afternoon when I arrived at his office for my “consultation.” He stood up to meet me, but I evaded him, dancing around him teasingly, running my fingertips across his back and shoulders. He gabbed me and pulled me close to him, his hands reaching around to give my backside a nice firm squeeze. As my hand slowly slid down the front of his pants the world around us began to disappear. All that remained was him and me and the fierce need throbbing through our bodies
His hands still firmly grasping the back of my skirt, he pulled me still tighter against him, pressing us together from head to toe. Every square inch of my body was tingling as our eyes meet with such intensity that it was as though we were looking deep into each other’s soul. I could feel his hardness through his pants as it pressed firmly against me.
The temperature in the room was rising. His hand ran up my back to the back of my head, pulling my face to his. The minute our lips touched, adrenaline seared through my body. His lips were firm and warm. I was torn, because I could have kissed those lips forever, but at the same time thoughts of how they would feel moving over my body made my heart race.
My hands, as if of their own volition, began to move up and down his body, feeling his hard chest, his strong arms, his tight butt. I slid his jacket off and it fell to the floor. I loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. I slid my hand under his shirt as we continued to kiss. The feel of that warm body against my fingertips awakened all my senses. I slid my mouth from his and started kissing his neck, nibbling at his ears. I pulled off his tie and threw it to the side. Pulling his shirt open, I kissed my way around his rock-hard chest.
Meanwhile his hands were busy too, making me tingle with pleasure. My blouse was open now, and he pulled my head back so he could put his mouth on my breasts. My hands reached down to unbuckle his belt, open the button of his trousers, unzip his fly. The trousers fell, and I smiled to myself as I felt his hand on the top of my head, urging me to my knees. I complied, sliding down his body until my knees were firmly planted on his office floor, my mouth now teasing his stiff cock through his briefs. My hands moved around to grab his ass as I blew my hot breath all over his manhood. He reached down to pull my blouse off completely, then unfastened my bra.
But just as I pulled down his briefs, revealing him in all his glory, he pulled me to my feet, holding me a little away from him so his eyes could travel up and down my half-naked body. Then, with both hands on my hips, he pulled me with him as he backed up to his chair and sat down in it. I straddled his lap, my knees pressing into the chair seat on other side of him. He kissed me, his hands now grasping my breasts, running over their curves, his fingers tweaking the nipples. I leaned back as his mouth slid down to my tits, taking as much of them as he could into his mouth. His warm breath felt so good against my erect nipples.
I ran my hands under his shirt and push it off onto the floor. My hips were moving now, my body pressing against him, my skirt slowly rising up my legs. I could feel his hardness between my hot thighs. He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me slightly, placing me where I needed to be to feel that hardness at the exact spot between my legs that made my hips rock uncontrollably.
Both of us were panting now, and we kissed again, nibbling passionately at each other’s lips. I thought we would be doing it right there in his chair, but instead he lifted me up and laid me back on his desk, first sweeping everything on it onto the floor with his hand. Again I felt his hard pole between my legs as he leaned over and kissed his way down over my tits, over my stomach, to my thighs. His hands raised my skirt to my waist as he playfully took my red lace thong in his teeth, sliding it down, over my hips, over my legs and off. Still holding it in his mouth, he looked into my eyes for a long moment before letting it fall.
Leaning down to me again, he began kissing up my leg, from my ankle to my inner thigh. I could hear myself moaning softly with every touch of his soft lips against my warm skin. When he reached my crotch he paused for a moment, hovering just over my pussy, so that I could feel his breath tickling the little hairs. Then I cried out as I felt his warm tongue separating my pussy lips. Moving upward, it passed over my sensitive little button, then back to my opening, moving in deeper, until I was writhing uncontrollably. Then I felt his fingers, moving over me and into me as his tongue worked its way back to my throbbing clit, moving with such rhythm and sensuality that I felt I would go insane. My breathing was heavy, my body so hot, moving about as that tongue pleasured every millimeter of my sweet spot, knowing exactly how to drive me wild.
And yet I wanted more. With every passing second my passion grew, and I found myself craving his hard manhood between my legs, filling me up, taking me to heaven. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up, looking him in the eyes and telling him breathlessly that I wanted him. Leaning down, he kissed me deeply. I could taste my sweetness all over his lips, and it turned me on even more.
Then I felt his hardness positioned directly over my opening. He teased me for a moment, running his cockhead up and down my wet pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him start to push his throbbing pole inside me, still teasing me by stopping and pulling out again, several times, as I moaned and pleaded with him to fuck me.
Finally he entered me, fully and deeply with one stroke, as I cried out with joy. Buried inside me, he paused for a moment, rolling his body a bit and sending extreme pleasure throughout my body. Then he slid almost all the way out, and as I screamed for more he smiled and thrust back inside, the weight of his body crashing down on top of me. I nearly went crazy with the feel of his warm, solid body pressing firmly against mine, his hard cock deep inside me. I wrapped my legs more tightly around him, and as he began to fuck me steadily I matched him stroke for stroke, our bodies moving in rhythmic motion, back and forth, faster and harder, so sensual, so passionate. Our open lips ground together as though we were trying to swallow each other as we panted and moaned into each other’s mouth.
His cock seemed to plunge even further inside me as he moved faster. Breaking our kiss, we looked deeply into each other’s eyes, both of us knowing we were on the verge. I felt my pussy start to pulse just as he moaned, his cock throbbing as he shot deep inside me. I let out a scream as I climaxed, my convulsing vagina milking the last drops of come out of his delicious dick.
We lay there for the longest time, his now limp cock still inside me as our mixed juices dripped all over his desk. We kissed each other playfully on the lips, the neck, the eyes and the ears as we laughed and giggled and looked into each other’s eyes.
But it was beginning to get late I could see the lights of the city through the window. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew the time had come to say good night. His cock slipped slowly out of me as he stood up. Still sitting on his desk, I reached out to slide my hands over his chest, savoring his hard muscularity. My hands wandered almost automatically down over his stomach to his groin. He made a sound in his throat, and I felt him growing hard again.
He pulled me off the desk then, to stand facing him, and we kissed once again, more passionately this time. My hands still stroked his manhood, and now his went to my breasts, massaging them in a way that soon had me breathing heavily again. Then he turned me around and held them with his arms wrapped around me, while I twisted my head to continue kissing his lips.
His hands left my tits and I felt him pushing at me, bending me over his desk. Then he knelt down behind me, spreading my legs with his hand. I gave a loud cry and arched my back as he put his mouth on my crotch again. I was dripping wet, both old and new fluids pouring out of me and into his mouth. I could hear the sounds of slurping, and the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his nose working between my thighs made my legs so weak I feared they might give way. I pressed my breasts firmly against the desk, my fingers gripping the edges so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I was moaning and almost sobbing with pleasure, and I had to have him again.
“Fuck me!” I begged him. “Fuck me again, I need your cock in me, please!”
He gave my pussy one more lick, then got to his feet, his face glistening with my wetness. I reached down and grabbed his cock, feeling how rock-hard it was, and practically forced it inside me. I pressed my body harder against the desk, thrusting my ass into the air as he sank into me from behind. He fucked me harder than before, pounding into me with a savage lust that matched my own. He spread my ass cheeks apart with his hands so he could go even deeper, and I pushed back at him with each thrust. His hands slid under me to cup my breasts, squeezing them hard, his fingers kneading the firm flesh and pinching the nipples.
I couldn’t believe it when he pulled away from me. I cried out with protest, but he stood me up, turned me around and lifted me with his hands on my ass, my legs spreading around him as he thrust inside me again. Carrying me that way, he moved over to the floor-to-ceiling window that made up one wall of his office, leaning me back against the glass for the whole city to see if they looked up at the eighth floor. At that moment I couldn’t have cared less in fact, the possibility of someone actually seeing us intensified things even more. We continued to fuck that way, the cold glass pressing against my back, my breasts mashing against his strong solid chest, my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, our bodies squirming as we drove each other closer and closer to ecstasy.
Oh God, he fucked me so good! His long hard cock filled every inch of my pussy, thrusting deep, fast, hard. Then his hand moved on my ass, sliding over my butt cheek until his finger was pressing against my asshole. I cried out with both shock and delight as that finger began to explore it, probing gently yet firmly as he pressed me against the glass.
I loved feeling his finger in my asshole. I loved his cock in my cunt, his hands on my body, his mouth devouring mine. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me I wanted to give him total satisfaction. Looking into his eyes, I said in a sensuous whisper, ” I want to suck your cock.”
“Now?” he said huskily, surprised that I would make such a request when we were both so close to the edge. I nodded and loosened the grip of my legs, wrapped so tightly around his waist. I no sooner got my feet under me than I slid down to my knees. His hands pressed against the glass, his body bending over me as I stroked his cock with my hand. Then I brought my face to him and stuck out my tongue, licking up and down the long hard shaft. The taste of my pussy all over his cock excited me even more. I gripped the base of his pole tightly as I kissed the head, then slowly let it penetrate my tight lips. I stroked the shaft with my fingers and sucked on the head before proceeding to take him deeper,
I went slowly, feeling one inch after another of his long dick passing through my lips. When I paused he thrust his hips forward impatiently, plunging all the way into my mouth, making me almost gag as the tip hit the back of my throat. I took it all, moaning around the turgid flesh. I felt his hand grasping my hair, holding my head still as he began to fuck my mouth. I continued to moan, looking up at him with melting eyes as I suckled fervently on that plunging dick, laving it with my tongue. I could feel his precome covering my lips and tongue, and I wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot cream. My hands grabbed at his ass, pulling at him, trying to swallow the entirety of his cock down my throat.
He was moaning now too, his hands hitting the window, his legs quivering. Then he gave a yell and his come was shooting deep into my mouth. I felt the warmth of it flowing down my throat as I swallowed eagerly. A bit of it escaped my lips and ran down my chin, falling onto my breasts.
A moment later he lowered himself to the floor beside me, breathing like a bellows. Our bodies rubbed together as he kissed me. I found myself wondering how many people had seen us, and what they would give to be in our skin. Even though I had not come after our last amazing fuck, I nonetheless felt completely satisfied—more satisfied, more fulfilled, than I had ever felt before. And as I felt his mouth sliding down my body once again, I knew that even that final orgasm would not be denied me.
After that we finally, reluctantly, got dressed and said good night, he to go home to his wife and children, me to my husband.
“How was your consultation?” my husband asked me, as always, when I got home.
“Fine,” I told him. As always. “But I will have to go back again next week. We still have a lot of work to do.”
“Well, at least you’ve found someone who can really help you get what you want,” my husband said.
If only you knew how much, I thought.—Name and address withheld
When I reached into my pocket for the key to unlock my hotel room door, I was surprised to find two keys instead of one. Where had that second key come from? I wondered. I didn’t remember anyone giving me a key. Looking at it, I saw the number on it was 1986, which meant the room it belonged to was six floors above mine in the hotel where the reunion was being held.
Overcome by curiosity, I went back to the elevator and took it to the 19th floor. I found room 1986 and, hesitating only a moment, I inserted the key, knocking on the door as I opened it.
“Come on in, Steve,” Janet said. “Have a drink.”
She was sitting on a sofa facing the door, as if she had been waiting for me. She was wearing a blue silk robe. She smiled at my surprise and rose to greet me, then moved to a table and poured us each a drink. As we sat down on the sofa I asked her how she had gotten the key into my pocket.
“When I hugged you goodbye,” she said. “It was an impulse, but now I’m feeling kind of embarrassed about it. The minute I did it I wished I could take it back.”
“Now why would you want to do that?” I said. “If you hadn’t done that, you would never have known if I would come to your room.”
She smiled at that, but when she raised her glass to take a drink, I could see that her hands were trembling. I took the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. “I think we need something more than a drink to break the ice, don’t you?” I said, and I pulled a joint out of my pocket. Janet’s eyes went wide.
“God, it’s been at least a decade since I smoked pot,” she said. “But what the hell.” I lit the joint, took in a deep hit, then passed it to her. She took a quick hit, and it made her cough. She was embarrassed and tried to pass the joint back, but I encouraged her to try again, and this time she inhaled slowly and held it for a long moment before exhaling.
We passed the joint back and forth then, and between toking and drinking we talked about the reunion, reminisced about our high school years and told each other about our lives since we’d graduated. When I saw that she was relaxed and feeling the effects of the drinks and the pot, I brought up the subject that was uppermost in my mind. “So, Jan,” I asked her, “why did you give me your room key?”
I saw her flush a little, and she took a long drink from her glass before answering. “Steve,” she said then, “do you remember the first time we met?”
“Sure I do,” I told her, but before I could say anything else she went on.
“The day I met you was my first day of high school,” she said. “I got to my science class early and I was sitting there watching the students come in. And then it happened—you walked into the classroom. Well, I fell for you the first moment I saw you. And the fact is, my feelings for you have never changed, not even after all these years.”
I wasn’t sure of just what to say, so I said nothing.
“Do you remember the day we watched a movie in class and you asked me to sit next to you?” Janet asked.
“Yes, I do remember,” I replied, smiling at her. “We had a lot of fun that period, didn’t we?”
She smiled back. ” Yes we did! Well, the truth is that was one of the best days of my life, and I think about it all the time. You know, I was hoping I would get to see you tonight. The possibility that you might be attending this reunion is the only reason I came, and as soon as I saw you walk in I felt just like I did twenty-five years ago.”
I started to say something about how flattered I was, but Janet stopped me. “Please, Steve, let me say this before I lose my nerve. I loved you all through high school, and I wanted to be one of the girls walking down the hall with you. I wanted to be one of the girls everyone was jealous of, but instead I was one that was jealous. Tonight, when you walked into the reunion, I felt that jealousy again. Jealous of every beautiful girl you have ever dated, and of every girl who gets to be with you now.” She took a breath. “You know, twenty-five years ago I could never have been this bold. Hell, even tonight I had to have a few drinks before I could bring myself to drop that key in your pocket but when I heard your voice and I felt the excitement throughout my body when you touched me, I knew I had to do something or risk never having this chance again.” A single tear dripped from her eye and ran down her cheek. “When I gave you that key I was so afraid you wouldn’t come. But Steve, I have dreamt of this moment since the day I met you. Just the two of us, alone, without any interruptions to . . . ”
As her voice trailed off, I leaned in and placed my lips against hers. After a moment I parted them with my tongue, and she met it with hers. She fell back onto the sofa and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer. We were soon locked in a passionate embrace, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth and our hands roving each other’s body.
After a few moments I rose to allow her to slide down on the sofa, so I could lie on top of her. Janet brought one leg up alongside me as my hand slid underneath her silk robe. She moaned softly as I pulled at the robe and revealed the milky white skin of her breasts, their red nipples standing erect, as though waiting for attention. I cupped a breast in my hand and felt her pulling my shirt from my pants. I could feel the light pressure of her fingernails dragging down my back, then her hands sliding beneath the waistband of my pants. I knew my cock was stiffening rapidly as we kissed again.
As her hand explored, I shifted my weight in order to allow it to move around to the front of my trousers. I kissed her breasts, sucking on the hard nipples, and I gave a small moan when I felt her fingers make contact with my dick. A moment later I almost lost it as she whispered into my ear, “I want to suck your cock.”
I stood up then, and she stood with me, the two of us embracing in a deep, passionate kiss. We were still kissing as she began to unbutton my shirt, but when she opened the front of my pants I had to sit down. Janet knelt on the floor in front of me and removed my shoes and socks, then tugged at my trousers. I lifted my hips from the sofa so she could remove them, along with my shorts. Her hands then reached for my swiftly growing manhood, and I heard myself groan as she stroked it lovingly.
Janet then bowed her head and brought her lips to my now nearly erect penis, kissing the head before letting it disappear into the moist warmth of her mouth. It quickly attained its full length, at which point she teasingly released it, running her tongue down the shaft and back up, giving me a quick wink before engulfing the whole thing again. I laid my head back against the sofa, placing my hands on Janet’s shoulders as she continued to ease my manhood in and out of her mouth.
Janet now brought one hand to her pussy, feeling the wetness that was flowing between her legs, then offered her fingers to me so I could taste her. I sucked on her fingers while she continued to pleasure me. Soon my body began to tense up and my breath to quicken. Feeling this, she brought her hand down and lightly touched the soft tissue of my anus. Without stopping the sweet movement of her mouth, she inserted a finger inside my asshole. I was startled for a second, but my sudden moan must have encouraged her, and the finger probed more deeply. Finding my prostate, she began to rub it gently, the light pressure bringing me a kind of excitement I had never felt before. I was panting hard now, and I felt like a volcano about to erupt. As I stiffened in anticipation, Janet pulled back on my cock to allow my come to flow into her mouth. I shot off with a yell, my jism rocketing out of me and hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed it with ease, and pulled back even further, keeping the head of my dick in her mouth and stroking the shaft with her free hand as I kept spurting until I had nothing left.
Her finger slid out of my anus as I finished, and she kissed my cock lightly just below the tip. “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” she asked.
“God, yes!” I replied, still trying to catch my breath. Janet rested her head on my thigh as she continued to gently stroke my cock. Finally I stood and helped her up from her knees. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.
In the bedroom I pulled her toward me and we kissed again. As we did so I pushed the silk robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. As we moved to the bed I noticed a glass with some ice in it sitting on the nightstand. As Janet got onto the bed I took an ice cube from the glass and put it in my mouth. I positioned myself next to her, then placed my lips around her nipple and sucked at her breast. The unexpected sensation of coldness made her shiver. I then took the ice cube from my mouth and ran it down over her stomach and back up to her breasts, circling each one and watching as her nipples hardened.
I replaced the ice cube and we kissed again, letting our hands explore each other’s body, Spreading her legs, I placed my hand on her crotch. I could feel the heat rising from her wet pussy, and could feel it pulsating under my touch. I cupped her mound in my hand and felt her tremble as I slipped the tip of one finger inside her. I ran my other fingers across the outer lips of her pussy until I found her tiny erect clit and pressed it lightly, Janet moaned and pressed her nails into my back. I brought my head down, kissing my way to her swollen clit and sucking it into my mouth, pleasuring the hard kernel of flesh with my tongue while I slipped a second finger inside her. I rubbed her G-spot as my tongue continued to dance on her clit, and I soon felt the inner walls of her pussy tighten on my fingers. She cried out with joy as her spasming vagina filled with her juices.
My dick was fully hard again, and I was aching to bury it inside that tight pussy. I slipped my fingers out of her and moved up, positioning myself between her thighs. As I entered her for the first time I could feel her whole body quiver she later told me that she had been waiting 25 years for that moment, and now it had finally come. She curled her legs around me and locked her ankles behind my back, holding me to her and giving me full access, allowing me to drive myself as deeply as possible inside her.
As I began to fuck her, gradually increasing the force of my thrusts, she moaned in delight. “You feel so good!” she panted as she accepted the full length of my cock over and over again. When I pulled out and told her to turn over, she did without hesitation. Entering her from behind seemed to drive her to even further heights of passion. Enjoying her screams of pleasure, I rode her long and hard, until the two of us reached climax simultaneously.
Afterwards we lay together quietly, enjoying what we had just experienced. But there was an aura of sadness too, both of us knowing we had to return to our own lives, but neither of us wanting to say good-bye.
Finally we knew the time had come. I got up and went into the other room to find my clothes and dress. Janet soon joined me, dressed once more in her silk robe. We kissed one final time, a long, lingering kiss, full of both gratitude and regret.
“Steve,” Janet said as she walked me to the door, “I want you to know how happy I was to see you walk through my door tonight. I know it could not have been an easy decision for you to come up here. For putting you in that position I am sorry but I have to be honest and tell you that if I ever have the opportunity to be alone with you again, I will take it without hesitation.”
“I’ll look forward to it, Janet,” I told her. “Maybe at the next reunion.”
After all, there was no harm in hoping.—S.N., Fort Worth, Texas
On the third morning of our hon eymoon I woke up alone. I remembered Pamela nudging me and whispering that she was going for a run and then might use the gym.
I yawned and looked around. Discarded lingerie on the floor reminded me of the previous night, when we had stripped rapidly to take a long, hot shower, taking full advantage of the huge ceiling-mounted shower head. After giddily lathering every inch of each other’s body, we had taken it to bed and fucked each other’s brains out.
We’d traveled light to the island, with just a few changes of clothing for restaurant dining, some hot evening wear for Pamela and a big bottle of lube. Through two full days, we hadn’t opened the bottle I had had the pleasure of providing all the lubrication my new wife needed with my mouth, and I’d had no complaints from her. The sex thus far hadn’t disappoint ed—we both had plenty of pent-up energy and stress from the long months of wed ding preparations. We had barely shut the door after arriving in our room before our clothes had hit the floor, the walls, the ceiling—wherever we threw them.
On that third morning I stretched, pulled myself out of bed and went into the bathroom, where I found the pot and pipe I’d bought the first day waiting for me. I wasted no time opening my third eye with the skunky smoke, and soon the THC was coursing through my body and brain. While I brushed my teeth I heard the door to our room unlock. Opening the bathroom door, I was delighted to see Pam pulling off her top.
“Hey, baby,” she cooed. “You sleep all right?”
“How could I not, after last night?” I said, watching her full round tits bounce out of the tight tank top.
“I know,” she said. “That’s why when I woke up this morning I was so ready to go for a jog. I checked out the sauna too,” she said, watching the reaction she knew that would produce. As she expected, my cock started to twitch.
We had been together almost 10 years, since we’d met early in our college days. While we both knew soon enough that no one else would ever make us as happy, we hadn’t felt a need to get mar ried. We still didn’t, but we liked the idea of making it official before we settled down, and it was a good excuse to gather long-lost friends and family and give them a good time.
In 10 years our sex life had never flattened out. It was, in fact, still evolving, and as passion ate as when we were horny students. That morning Pamela knew she was telling me just what I wanted to hear. “Even that early it was hot and humid out,” she said. “I didn’t even need to hit the sauna, but I knew you’d like how I taste.”
She was right, of course. The thought of her working up a sweat on the beach, then topping it off with a trip to the sauna, combined with the weed I’d just consumed, was making me dizzy and euphoric. It was also making my mouth water.
“I kept my thong on the whole time, of course,” she said as she pulled off her little pink running shorts. Once upon a time I would have given anything to know what it was like to be inside those shorts, never imagining the future that lay in store for us. She knew which thong I liked too—the gray cotton athletic one. She’d had it for some time, and knew the effect it had on me, for some reason even I couldn’t define. May be it was that while it was a thong, the gray cotton lent it a fantastic girl-next-door qual ity, making it utilitarian as well as sexy and intimate.
My head swam as Pam’s delicate feet kicked away the shorts and she turned slowly, giving me a show of her tight ass and the backs of her smooth legs. Every curve of that girl screamed out for attention, asking me please to lick off every drop of perspiration that made her skin glisten in the hot Caribbean sun.
I wasn’t about to do it as quickly as my carnal urges would have had me, though. I wanted to make this last. It wasn’t going to be every day for the rest of our lives that I would wake up in a tropical paradise with Pam begging for hot, sweaty sex.
She turned back around and pulled her long hair out of its ponytail, letting it fall over her pink nipples, teasing me. Several thin curls clung to her cheeks, and as she licked her lips and teeth, her pheromones made their way to my senses, pulling me closer and closer to her incredible essence.
When I couldn’t wait any longer, my carnal instincts took over. I buried my face in her neck, drinking in her sweat. I moved down between her breasts. She was whimpering and groaning. I wanted to see, feel, hear and especially smell and taste every inch of every part of her. And she was begging me to do just that. But I knew that she too want ed this to last. When I had worked my way down to the soft curve of her belly and was starting to tug at her thong, she pushed me away and walked teasingly across the room, over to the lounge chair that sat just behind the partially drawn curtains of the window that led to the balcony.
With nothing more than a look, she instructed me to sit on the lounge chair and wait for her next move. I did so, and sat there entranced as she began rubbing her clit through the soft fabric of her thong. She had, for the first time in our relationship, bravely undergone a Brazilian wax, and so far had seri ously enjoyed the increased sensitivity it produced. Personally, I could have taken it or left it. I thought that it cut down on the flavor of her delicious pussy, but I won’t deny that during sex it was an intensely intimate and personal feeling to have nothing interfering with our connecting nerve endings.
She was using it to her advantage now: I could see that she was breathing harder from the mere sen sation of rubbing her clit through her panties. She stood close in front of me and pulled the front of the thong ever so slightly to the side, revealing the pink and glistening folds I longed to have in my mouth.
“Now, please,” was all she had to say. I buried the tip of my tongue between the creases of her flesh and listened to her shudder with pleasure as she finally felt what she’d been anticipating all through her morning jog and workout.
I had only begun to really let loose with my tongue when she again pushed me back, and I sighed my disappointment. It didn’t last long, though. She turned around, then bent slightly forward at the waist and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. The thin strip of gray cotton that lay atop her puckered pink asshole short ened my breath. “Will you please fucking lick my sweaty butthole?” she said.
My reply was to lean forward and swirl my tongue as thoroughly as I could all over the thin strip of gray cotton and the incredible skin that surrounded it. She grunted her approval, leaning further forward to allow me better access. Then she reached back and grabbed the back of my head and, clutching my hair, pushed her beautiful ass back against my mouth. In that moment, with her ass bucking against my face, I knew that I couldn’t imagine a better time, place or state of mind than I was experiencing right then and there.
Pamela let go of my hair to pull the thong away from her ass crack, fully exposing her little pink butthole to my ravenous mouth. I inhaled deeply before diving back into her ass, taking in as fully as I could the fragrance of the sweat on her most intimate body parts. If I had to describe it, I would use one word: perfect. Her scent was exactly what every male would want a women’s scent to be, the perfect mix of flesh musk and exquisite body chemistry.
I also sensed a hint of the fabric softener she had used on her underwear, which did nothing to deter me from eating her ass with the enthu si asm of a starving lunatic pre sented with a seven-course meal. I made sure not to neglect her pussy either. I stretched my tongue as far as it would reach toward the front of her crotch, barely tickling her clit before my tongue got sore and I was forced to retreat, but also making sure to dip it into her slightly tangy pussy hole.
Her giggle of delight was music to my ears. I continued to breathe in her intoxicating scent as deeply as I could, my nose happily nestled between her slick, sweaty ass cheeks. I knew she was ready to fuck. But, considerate as always, she turned around and dropped to her knees, ready to repay the favor on my cock.
Now I decided to take control. “Not necessary,” I said, standing up and grabbing her under the arms to pull her up. “I want you right now.”
With another giggle she dove onto the bed. She wasted no time pointing her ass in the air, then reaching back to grab the thong and spread her ass open for me again. I couldn’t resist licking those gorgeous holes once more before I climbed on the bed and plunged my dick in her pussy.
As we fucked, she begged me to pay close attention to her ass, asking me to rub it along with her. Our fingertips met as both of us explored the saliva-lubed creases of her clenched anus. In a minute she came hard, crying out and pushing my fingers against her spasming butthole.
I had never actually fucked her in the ass, and at this point in our relationship I had no desire to. My cock was big, her ass was tight as a high-school virgin’s, and I had no wish to cause her discomfort. Both of us loved the fact that her ass was a playground for my tongue, and that part of our sexual relationship had become a central attraction for us. To me it signified that no part of Pamela’s body was off limits to me, and to her it demonstrated that there was absolutely no part of her body that turned me off in any way.
The musky aroma of her passion, added to her sweaty body scent, filled my senses, increasing the lust that suffused my brain and body, causing me to push harder and hard er into her, the friction of my cock against the walls of her vagina in turn sending even more intense waves of erotic pleasure into my thick, pulsing rod.
But before I could come, Pamela motioned for me to pull out. It was one of those unspoken signals by which we were able to com municate almost telepathical ly. It came from loving each other for so long, and from understanding and paying attention to each other’s needs and desires.
As I pulled back, Pamela flipped over and pulled her knees up to her tits, then yanked the thong to one side and asked me to lube up her ass hole once again with my spit. I obeyed her happily, with trancelike intensity, again letting her delicious scent envelop my conscious ness. After groaning with passion for a few minutes, she sat up and turned around as she straddled my waiting cock. With her back to me, she reached between her legs and groped my dick, rubbing the slick surface for a moment before reinserting it into her pussy.
As she humped me, she once again spread her ass for me, giving me a full view of her teasing butthole. She watched herself bounce in the mirror facing the bed, and smiled as I again tickled her ass. As before, she probed at it herself, rubbing her fingertips around the rim in a circular motion. Again she worked herself into a state of almost unimaginable excitement, shuddering and quivering, her copious juices washing over my dick and balls.
She looked back at me then, her eyes cloudy with passion, and said breathlessly that she wanted me to come hard. She reached down between us and tickled my testicles, letting her ass-slick fingertips slide teasingly under and behind my scrotum. Still looking at me, she rubbed her asshole with her free hand, then brought that hand to her mouth and sucked her butt juices off her fingers.
That was enough for me. Usually when Pamela and I have sex, I will pull out at the moment of orgasm and come on her back, her ass or her stomach. But on some occasions, when we have a particularly intense and intimate session, she refuses to let me go, instead wanting to feel my come explode inside her pussy. Now, as she plucked her fingers from her mouth, she pulled back the hair from her face and, still tugging at my balls as if to coax out their load, lustily instructed me to come inside her. “Yes, oh fuck yes!” she screamed. “Come all over the inside of my pussy!”
And come inside her I final ly did, roaring with pleasure as I let loose with my hot jism. Even though we had been fucking constantly since we landed on the island, the spurts of come that now exploded from my dick were enough to quickly fill her insides and trickle almost obscenely out of her convulsing cunt. Our mingled juices drenched both our crotches, and Pamela continued to milk every drop from my cock, even as it began to soften inside her.
“Oh my God!” she finally sighed as she slowly raised herself off my dick. Sliding her now drenched thong off her body, she flopped down onto the soft pillows at the head of the bed.
When I came back from the bathroom with a towel for her to clean off with, Pam was already asleep she had not even bothered to wipe our combined come off her drenched pussy. I watched her sleep with as much love and adoration as a man can have for a woman, and although I was exhausted and depleted at that moment, I soon found my heartbeat accelerating at the sight of that matchless body, and I was even starting to get hard once more at the thought of doing it all over again.
I looked at the clock. It was still not yet 10 in the morning. It promised to be a long and interesting day.—C.M., Glendale, California
So picture this. It’s mine and my boyfriend Lenny’s three-year anniversary. I leave the salon a little early so I could beat him home, and on my way home I stopped at the lingerie store and picked up this sexy lacy see-through nightie and a pair of fishnet stockings. Then I stopped at the liquor store and picked up a bottle or two of wine.
I get home, take a long hot shower, and while I am in the shower I start thinking about what Lenny and I will be doing to each other later. So I take my hand and start rubbing my clit and then stick my fingers in my pussy. I rub my hand up and down my clit faster and faster till I let out a scream. I finish my shower, get out, put on the lingerie no panties! , stockings, the sexiest “fuck me” black boots I ever bought, and light the house up with candles.
Around half past five I sit on the couch and wait till he gets home. I hear the key in the door, and then in walks Lenny. I am on the couch dressed like a wanton woman, with a leg up so he could see my pussy, with wineglasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He walks up to me, gives me one of the most passionate kisses I have ever had and gives me a dozen lilies, saying, “You look amazing, honey! Happy anniversary!”
“Thank you! Happy anniversary to you too, baby,” I say. “You want a glass of wine?” He says yes please, and I pour him a glass of wine and give it to him.
Then I pour myself a glass, but while I was pouring, wine dripped down my leg. Lenny must have seen it, ’cause he bent down and started to lick it off my leg, starting at my knee and working his way down. But while he was doing that his finger found its way to my pussy. Still licking the wine off my leg, he started finger- fucking me. His tongue ended up at my upper thigh, and before I knew it, it was on my clit. He started to rake his tongue up and down on it.
With every moan and movement I made, he just sucked harder and harder. His tongue moved down, and he started to fuck me with it, and then moved back up to my clit, sucking and licking it. Every time I moaned he sucked and finger-fucked me harder and faster. Finally, I trembled and screamed, and Lenny got a mouthful of my juices.
He sat up, and I kissed him passionately. Then I laid him on his back, kissed his neck, and moved down to his chest. I sucked, licked, and nibbled every inch of him. As I was doing that, I was unbuttoning his pants. I stuck my hand on his hard cock, mov ing it up and down while I worked my mouth down his stomach. At that point I put my mouth on his cock and started at the tip and worked my way down the shaft, then back up. With every thrust and sound he made, I moved up and down and sucking harder and faster.
Then he started to tremble. He took my mouth off of him, and I jerked him off till he let out a scream and came.
I sat up and laid on the couch and we kissed, and then he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. There he laid me on the bed and grabbed the vibrator. First he rubbed it on my clit and then put it inside me. As he moved it in and pulled it out, he again leaned down and licked my clit while he fucked me with the vibrator.
All of a sudden he pulled it out of me and stuck his hard cock against me. He started off slow, and then with every movement I made he went faster. As I was on the verge of coming, he could feel how warm my pussy was, which made him thrust faster till I let out a scream. He turned me around and then fucked me from me behind. I moaned and groaned as he pulled my hair and I let out the most incredible scream, and suddenly, he screamed too.
After, laid in each other’s arms. That was some anniversary! I wonder what next year will bring.—L.B., Racine, Wisconsin
After a long day of work/bull shit/whatever, I come home and the house is empty. The kids are away with my mother-in-law, and my husband Ray is supposed to be out with friends.
I decide that I really just want to relax and gather my thoughts before I do anything else for the evening. I light a bunch of candles and place them everywhere in the bathroom—on the sink, on top of the shower and so on. I turn the water on and let it warm up while I undress. I turn off the overhead light and step in the shower.
For a while I just let the warm water wash over me. Then I summon the strength to wash my face and body and hair as I always do, but by the time I’m finished, I’m just plain exhausted, so I turn and face the shower wall and lay my head in my arms against it.
Meanwhile, still unknown to me, Ray has come home early. As I find out later, he heard in my voice earlier in the day how I was feeling and wanted to take care of me. He came in the house and closed the door ever so quietly, even though as it turns out I couldn’t have heard him with my head against the shower wall if I wanted to.
Hearing the shower running, he creeps toward the bathroom door—I imagine with a naughty grin lighting his face as thoughts run through his mind about what he planned to do to me! He undresses quickly outside the bathroom and slowly opens the bathroom door. He takes a step back as the steam from the bathroom hits him.
It takes him a second to adjust his eyes to the candlelight, but he does, and as he does, he is able to see my shadow through the shower curtain. He stands there quietly, trying to slow his breathing and heart rate, but he is really excited. His dick is very hard and almost pulling him to me with an invisible string.
He pulls back the shower curtains slowly, being careful not to let the shower rings knock against each other. So deep am I in zoning out that I really don’t hear him or feel the cool breeze he brings in. How ever, my nipples do stiffen automatically. That should tell me something, but appar ently it doesn’t.
Ray enters the shower and stands right behind me. He breathes gently on my ear, telling me he’s home. I turn around with a start and then smile. I can’t figure out how he came to be standing there, but for sure I’m happy he’s home.
He leans over and whispers in my ear that he wants to taste me, among other things, and I smile my own naughty smile. He takes both my hands in his hand and holds them above my head while he kisses me, softly at first, then more pas sionately. My body responds immediately, as it always does. I jerk my hips forward and moan and suck his tongue more.
Although I am tired, I do want to please Ray, and so we wrestle back and forth about who is going to get on their knees first. He won’t let me do what I want to do and pushes me back against the shower wall. He stands in front of me, looking me up and down, trying to decide what he should taste first.
Normally my breasts are first, but tonight he knows I really need some different kind of attention to begin with. He sinks down to the side of the tub and sits on his knees in front of me. I look down at him and think that the way he is seated seems like he is bowing before me, offering me something. That makes me smile, and I am kind of giggling about that—until he slides two fingers in me. I stop smiling quickly and bite my lip. I moan as the warm water drips down my breasts and onto his head and face.
He isn’t gentle tonight like I assume he would be. He’s rough. He spreads my legs apart with his knees and immediately puts his face in my pussy. First he just licks my pussy, while the other hand is rubbing and massaging it everywhere. My pussy has very little hair, and what little it has is blonde. He sucks on my clit and licks figure eights around my inner lips.
I am moaning and sliding around. I have nothing to keep my feet from slipping, so I keep grabbing onto his head to steady me. He takes that as even more encouragement, and puts three fingers in me and starts to fuck me that way. I am extremely wet—just dripping water and my own wetness. His other hand grips my ass, and I feel his middle finger beginning to work its way into my ass. He works that middle finger in and out of my ass, and all the while I buck my pussy against his face.
I don’t want to come, and I try really hard to fight it. Ray doesn’t care about my stubbornness and takes it upon himself to not give me what I want. At first I think he is giving in, when he stands up quickly and starts kissing me. He grabs my breasts and sucks them hard, biting and licking them.
I am still on the verge of coming—it’s right there. The waves are lapping at me, and I am fighting really hard. Ray takes one leg and wraps it around his waist. Then he drives his dick into me hard. I start coming right then, riding his dick, bouncing my ass against the shower wall. I am completely gone. He is telling me to take his dick, to fuck him right. I moan and keep riding him.
I compose myself and am ready for more. I get out of the shower and pull Ray with me. I go over to the sink and hop up on it, with my back to the mirror. He pulls me back into him and fucks me against the sink. We are kissing and touching. He puts his fingers in my mouth and lets me suck them while he goes deeper. He’s moaning and panting, and now it’s him who is trying to hold on longer.
I tell him I want to get on the ground, so I get off the sink and tell him to lay down on the floor on a towel. The shower is still on, and the steam is so thick, he can barely see me. He asks me what I’m going to do, desire clear in his voice. I tell him I will be right back. I am gone for a few minutes, and when I come back in the bathroom, I find him stroking himself, not caring what I will think. He is stroking his dick slowly with his left hand—up and down, up and down.
I close the bathroom door and walk over to Ray with something behind my back. He tries to see what it is by sitting up, but I push him back down. It’s my turn now. I crawl between his legs, slowly planting kisses and licks up the length of his legs. As I get closer to his dick, I smile and lick my lips in anticipation.
I don’t want to do things slow tonight either, so I just take Ray in my mouth all at once, which makes me gag. I get him all wet with my spit, then suck on his dick and stroke him with one hand while my other hand is playing with and pulling on his balls. He’s incredibly excited, and tells me he loves me, and tells me to take his dick, asking me if I like how big it is. I reply yes to all those things.
This time I want him to hold out a little longer and not come, so I squat above him and slide on top of him. I sigh as his dick hits the back of my pussy and then start to fuck him fast.
I stop for a minute and just bounce a little on him. His eyes have a crazed look as he asks me why I have stopped. I lean down and lick his nipples, biting and sucking them. I kiss his lips and suck his tongue, moaning into his mouth. I lean over to his ear and lick it very slowly and softly and start to whisper in it. I tell him that I have a toy with me and that while I am riding him, I want him to fuck me in the ass with it.
Of course he agrees, and I give him the pink vibrator and lube and resume riding his dick. He fucks me right back, and his arm snakes around to my ass. My guy teases me, placing the head of the toy right at my asshole. I moan and rock harder. Little by little he slides it in me until it is all the way in. He fucks me slow, and I whisper how much I like it. My nipples are hard, and I am sweating and moaning. My face is beginning to glow with the stirrings of orgasm.
Ray sees how much I like it and fucks me harder with his lovely dick, making me ride faster and faster. I am trembling from the intensity of the experience. I’ve never had a double penetration before. We are both about to come and are talking dirty back and forth. I’m begging him to “just make me come already.” He in turn encourages me to come for him, to “come for Daddy.”
I feel it begin to build up, and I press my pussy down on Ray, real tight, and just ride that dick. The orgasm starts building. My toes are curling, and I’m repeating his name over and over. When I start to come, he feels my pussy tensing and pulsing on his dick, and that makes him start coming as well. He pulls the vibrator out of my ass and sits up. He grabs me in his arms, and we rock and come together.
We struggle to catch our breath. All the steam makes it even harder. I am soaking wet, the result of me squirting when I came. I get off of Ray’s dick and wonder to my self what the squirting tastes like. His dick is still pretty hard, so I lick him up and down and suck on the head of it. He gets harder quickly, and then I take him in my mouth.
I suck his dick hard and fast, not letting my teeth touch it, and I keep it wet. I feel it grow ing in my mouth, getting bigger and bigger until I feel like I can’t breathe anymore. He starts to buck and tells me he’s about to come. I take it all when he comes hard in my mouth. I swallow as he continues.
After he’s finished, I turn off the shower, blow out the candles and give him my hand to help him stand up. He hobbles up, and we walk to the bedroom and slide our bodies into the cool comfort of our 1200-thread-count sheets. We promptly pass out!—S.T., Grand Prairie, Texas
By two that Friday afternoon, almost everyone had left for the weekend. About half past three, Arnie walked back in the office. Gina the receptionist, joking about his long hours, said, “Go home!”
“I wish I could,” he said. “But I’m swamped.”
As always, as he passed Sharon’s office, he sang out her name. He stole a long glance at her. In his office he checked e-mail and downloaded photos for 15 minutes, then sauntered back to Shar on’s office. He sank into the chair opposite her desk and propped his feet on the corner of the desk. She turned to him with a wicked grin.
Their Friday bull sessions were famous in the office, and they were joined by co work ers out for a laugh, for gossip, for demean ing of those unworthy of their praise. At four Renee and Gina came in, spent a few minutes giggling at Arnie’s cracks, then announced their departure. With a mocking scowl, Shar on reminded them they still owed “the man” 30 minutes.Everyone laughed.
After they all left, Sharon and Arnie reviewed their weekend plans. As usual, Arnie was working and/or coaching. But Sharon said gleefully she was solo for the weekend while her husband was away golfing.
“Solo?” Arnie said, smirking. “Hmm, sounds interesting. Need someone to come over and check out the dark corners of your house?”
“Uh-huh, that’s just what I need,” she said.
Within seconds their conversation turned, as usual, to sex. He teased her about not getting fucked this week end and said he would like video of her getting herself off. Sharon smiled and said, “Don’t be so sure.” The play ful became more personal.
“Jesus,” Arnie said, “I’m so horny, I’ll probably close my door after you leave and get myself off.”
Eyebrows raised, Sharon almost purred, “Oh, really?”
“Hey, missy,” he said, “not everyone around here gets fucked every day.”
“I don’t get fucked every day,” she said.
“Excuse me, almost every day,” he said. “Hey, I’m lucky to get it once a month, so yes, I spend a lot of time ser vicing my own needs.”
“That’s bullshit,” she said. “You should be getting sex at least once a week.”
Arnie said, “All I want is a bald pussy that gets nice and wet, with someone that doesn’t mind talking dirty to me or being talked dirty to. Is that asking too much?”
Sharon sat back in her chair. “So, you like a shaved pussy?” she said.
Arnie gulped. Hearing Sharon talk like that stirred his cock. He glanced out the window and imagined all the sexy stories she told about the fantasies and role-playing she and her husband did. He imagined her in a sheer white G-string barely covering her bare lips. He could almost see her labes swell as her excitement grew and smell her sweet nectar. Pulling himself back into the here and now, he felt his erection pressing against his slacks. He tried to conceal his arousal.
“Well?” she was saying.
“Well what?” he said.
“Duh!” she said derisively. “Do you like bald pussies?”
“Does a dog drink water?” he said. “Smooth bare lips, one of my biggest turn-ons.” His dick was at full charge. “Why, do you shave yours?”
“Yep,” she said. “Smooth as a baby’s butt.”
He let out a groan and said he was getting excited. “God, the thoughts going through my mind now!”
“Like what?” she said.
“Oh, I’m just teasing.”
“Don’t be a fraidy cat.”
Clearing his throat, he said, “Okay, I’m thinking of standing up, pulling my cock out of my pants, walking over to you and sticking my cock in your mouth. I’d hold your head and fuck your pretty lips for a few min utes before sitting my ass on the edge of your desk and having you stroke my cock while you suck my balls into your mouth.
“While we’re at it, when you feel me about to blow, I’ll pull your hair to pull your mouth off my pole, stand you up, shimmy your jeans off and sit you on the edge of your desk. I’ll sit in your chair and lick every inch of your thighs. Starting slowly, sliding my fingertips up and down your calves so lightly, it’ll almost tickle. I’ll kiss your knees and lift your leg so I can ten derly lick the back of your knees. I’ll never take my eyes off your shaved slit, underneath the moist spot in your panties.”
With his eyes half closed and his jaws clenched, he said, “See? I’m not scared.”
Bolts of ex citement shot through Sharon’s nether regions. She adjusted her position slightly, caus ing her thong to pull against her clit, producing an onset of pussy moisture. In this position she could now see past Arnie’s coffee cup on her desk, which had blocked the hard-on in his pants. Seeing it jogged a memory from one of their previous conversations, in which he said something about “my Red Bull can.” From what she was see ing, he wasn’t far off.
Finding her voice, Sharon said, “Oh, really? So you’re not scared. Wow!”
“Are you scared?” he asked with a grin.
“No,” she said, “but is that where you would stop?”
Arnie’s cock pulsed in his pants. I’d give almost anything, he thought, for one chance to finger and lick her shaved cunt.
Boldly, Arnie took his feet off Sharon’s desk and plant ed them on the floor, knees parted in a typical “guy seat ed” position. His hard member was now clearly evident. He followed her eyes as they took in the scene. He reached down and outlined the width of his tool.
“Oh my,” she said. “That is, um, kinda nice. Now you’re making me horny.”
Now or never, he thought. He stood abruptly. For a sec ond she thought he was going to leave her office. In stead, he closed and locked her door. Still standing at the door, he spun around toward her, lowered his zipper and fished his cock out.
Sharon stared. As she had guessed, it was very thick. The head was dark from all that blood engorging it. It pulsed a few times.
Wrapping his hand round it, he said, “We’re in dangerous waters here. Say stop and I’ll put it away, and we’ll forget this ever happened. No harm, no foul.”
Moving her head circular ly, she said, “Shit, I still want to know what happens after you kiss and lick my knees!”
Arnie moved quickly around her desk. Standing in front of her, he spun her chair around so she was facing him. He felt his heart race, from both adrenaline and nervousness. Taking the last step off the ledge, he took hold of the back of her head and slid his thick cock in her mouth. Fuck, her mouth was warm and soft!
Arnie closed his eyes and dropped his head back, tak ing in the sensations of her tongue working the underside of his shaft, of the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He made good on what he had said, fucking Sharon’s mouth for two minutes. At times his pace was quick. At other times it was a long, slow pullout over her tongue and teeth and a slow but forceful push back in. It had been months since he’d had his cock sucked.
Arnie moved himself to the desk, pushed some papers away, and—using his rigid member to spin Sharon around with him—sat on the edge with his feet wide. She took over, and sucked at her own pace. She cupped his sac while her head moved up and down his shaft. She was pleasantly surprised by his endowment. He told her how good it felt, letting out a guttural moan.
After several minutes she felt a surge of the cock in her mouth and a tightening of the balls in her hand. Her hair was pulled back, and the cock slid out of her mouth. Arnie was blinking rapidly. She could tell he was fighting off climax.
“God, that was incredible,” he spluttered. “Now it’s my turn to make you come.”
With that, he quickly lifted her out of her chair and in seconds had her slacks undone and was easing them over her hips. Squat ting, he slid the pants down and, staring at her belly, kissed and with the tip of his tongue traced a trail from her navel to the top of her panties a thong! , then traced along the top to her left hipbone, which he spent some time kissing and nibbling, once more eliciting a moan.
Sharon felt his hot breath against her skin. His tongue was soft and moist and left a minuscule trail of saliva that was highlighted by the cool conditioned air. She felt the fabric of her slacks against her smooth legs as he ever so slowly lowered them to the floor. His skillful tongue and gentle kisses followed her pants down the front of her left thigh. Bolts of electricity shot from her thigh to her now-wet pussy.
Wanting Arnie to hurry up and get down to business, Sharon stepped out of the slacks and brushed them to the side. His strong, callused hand gripped the back of her legs and squeezed. He slid his hands down her calves, then back up be hind her knees. His tongue and lips had switched legs and were working their way up her right thigh. She sensed a path between his mouth and her bald slit, and hoped he would get there soon.
His hands found her ass cheeks. He squeezed and tickled her ass from varying positions, then brought his hands to her hipbones and squeezed them before using his fingernails to trace down her outer thighs. He was again kissing her hipbones when suddenly he pushed her back until her bottom touched her desk. His broad shoulders parted her knees, and he stared at the sheer covering hiding the object of so many fantasies.
Arnie looked up into Shar on’s eyes, smiled and eased his head forward. He maintained eye contact until his face was centimeters from her pussy. She felt the heat from his skin and mouth against the wetness on her lips. She saw his tongue emerge from his mouth and restrained herself from grab bing the back of his head to finally force contact. But she let him continue at his own achingly slow pace.
Arnie slid his cheek along Sharon’s inner thighs, the tip of his tongue barely touching her drenched panties. He wrapped his arms under her thighs and took hold of her amazing hips, then nuzzled her cunny with his nose. She almost erupted. Still locked onto her gaze, he shot his tongue out against her panty-covered labes, and finally he tasted her sweet juice. He wanted to lap every drop out of her. He slid his tongue up and down her slit, and she moaned and thrust her hips up slightly. He added more pressure to her pussy lips with his tongue.
He opened his mouth as though he was going to bite her, but only munched on her mound and sucked on her clit through the thong. Pulling his head away a bit, he looked in her eyes and told her to pull her thong up into her slit so he could suck her bald pussy lips into his mouth. Barely breathing, she reached down and tugged the flimsy material up.
For nearly a minute Arnie just stared at Sharon’s beau tiful cunt. He took in every inch of her shaved lips and how the thong disappeared into her ass. Then he moved forward and sucked her right lip in his mouth. Flick ing it with his tongue, he sucked hard while moving his head back and forth, then alternat ed between right and left. She felt her excitement grow ing and grabbed the back of his head to try to guide his mouth to her clit.
Arnie reached around and pulled Sharon’s thong completely to the side, fully exposing her slit and love petals. He dived in her with abandon and be gan tongue-fucking her slit. He flicked her clit with his tongue before sucking it completely into his mouth. She moaned and bucked her hips wildly against his mouth.
“Suck my clit harder!” she demanded. He obliged, then inserted a finger in her wet tunnel and pistoned it in and out. Her hips became more forceful as she approached orgasm. He gave three deep finger thrusts while sucking intensely on her clit, and her thighs hammered against his shoulders, her hips shot forward and up, and she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, stifling a scream.
With her climax subsiding, Sharon took deep breaths. Arnie stood between her shaking thighs. Her eyes were still closed as the final waves rolled through her. As she caught her breath, she felt his cockhead press on her lips, then sink in her pussy. She jolted upright at the electric feeling.
“Are you okay?” he said. “Want me to stop?”
“Fuck no!” she said. “I’ve been dying to feel your cock in my pussy for a long time. Fuck me right now!”
Arnie stepped back and removed Sharon’s thong. Taking a moment to flatten it, he licked the thin material playfully, then wrapped it around his bouncing shaft and stroked himself a few times. “Maybe I should keep it,” he suggested, “so I can smell your pussy when I’m jacking off in my office.”
With a stern look, Sharon demanded to be fucked now. Arnie put the thong on the desk and plunged his thick cock in her wet slit. He was playful at first, putting only the first couple inches in and pulling out.
“Perhaps if you fingered your clit I would slide all the way in?” he said.
Sharon cupped her cunt, then let her long middle finger roll her clit. Arnie’s cock was bouncing up and down. He sank it in her. She felt the tip against her inner walls. His thick cock was stretching her tight box. It felt amazing. He began thrust ing in and out of her pussy, watching as her engorged lips swallowed him and then hold on as he withdrew. He placed his fingertips on her flat gut and strummed her clit with his thumb while he fucked her. With her body on the verge of blowing, he slowed his pace and enjoyed the sensation of her pussy clutching his dick.
Gently, he rolled her on her side and had her bend her knees in to her chest. He felt her soft pussy lips, then pushed his cock all the way in. He patted her ass cheeks, squeezing occa sion ally. Through barely open eyes, he gritted his teeth and told her this was his favorite posi tion—he could see and play with her ass and also see her pussy lips stick out, plus her knees being together made her pussy tighter.
Suddenly Arnie slapped her ass—not hard, but she felt it, and the sensation went straight to her cunt. As he upped the pace and force of his fucking, she rocked against his cock. He played with her nipples, which were erect and sensitive. His deep thrusts were hitting exactly the right spot.
“Don’t stop, Arnie!” she cried. “Oh, that feels fucking good. I’m getting close.”
Releasing her nipples, Arnie held Sharon’s hip and pulled her ass toward him to increase the already consid erable force of his thrusts. “Yeah, come on my fucking tool” he growled. “Fuck, your pussy is amazing! I’m going to explode soon!”
She bucked against his powerful hammering. Her pussy clamped down on his pole. He fucked her still harder and faster. “Fuck, yeah, I’m going to come!” he growled. Just as she came, he pulled out of her, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off her desk.
He eased her down into a squatting position with her knees wide. He said to play with her pussy while she sucked her cunt juice off of his cock. She swallowed his cock, but soon, realizing he was about to explode, he tried to pull out. But she reached around and sank her nails in his ass and held him in. She looked up into his eyes as he erupted. She continued to look up as he spurted in her mouth—four times, then a fifth. Only when his cock stopped heav ing did she let it slide out of her mouth.
Smiling, Sharon stroked Arnie’s dick slowly. She licked the slit, then sucked him once more to coax out any remaining come. The sudden sensation almost caused his knees to buckle. He reached down and lifted her to her feet, and they exchanged a quick glance. He bent slightly and kissed her. His tongue snaked into her mouth and they shared each other’s love juices. As their lips parted, his finger slid back in her pussy and gave several quick flicks of a “come here” motion. Then they separated, got dressed and went their own way for the weekend.
Monday at work was like any other day. When Arnie passed Sharon’s office he sang her name out, as he always did. Sharon, however, couldn’t wait until Friday.—G.R., Orlando, Florida
The first time I met Irene I was smitten with her. She was intelligent, witty and clever. She was also a gorgeous redhead with large blue eyes and a pair of breasts that inspired me to poetry. The first time we made love I was as happy as I had been in a very long time. When I found out she shared many of my kinky fantasies, I was hooked beyond the possibility of escape.
Let me tell you about just one of our adventures. Irene and I wrote an ad and posted it on a singles site online, along with her picture. The ad said that she was seeking a virile man for some side action, with no commitments. Our idea was that she would meet this man, have passionate sex with him, then come home to me and tell me all about it while we made love.
The ad, of course, got a lot of responses. Together we selected some good prospects, and she began narrowing them down. She e-mailed some, talked with a few on the phone, and eventually decided on a man named Mick.
They met on a Saturday afternoon for a few drinks. After they had talked for a while she decided to go for it, and suggested they go to his place. As she followed him there in her car she called me on her cell phone to tell me that our plan was under way.
“Is he nice?” I asked.
“Good enough to screw,” was her reply.
For the next several hours I was in a constant state of excitement, just imagining what the two of them were doing. Finally the phone rang. It was Janet, and she was heading home.
“Do you have a load inside you?” I asked, my heart racing.
“I have two loads,” she replied.
Wow! I knew this was going to be a great story. I asked her to tell me about it as she drove, because I couldn’t wait to hear it all.
Irene told me that when they had arrived at Mick’s place, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. While in there she took off her panties. She was wearing a short, loose dress, and she knew it wouldn’t take him long to figure out that she was naked underneath it.
They sat together on the couch and began to make out. He reached for her breasts and fondled her nipples, which were already erect. As he did that she rubbed his cock through his pants. He then ran his hand up her thigh and caressed her pussy, and she spread her legs to give him better access. By now she was wet, and his fingers went in easily. At the same time she undid his pants and took out his dick. She said it was a hard and ready, and a good eight inches long.
They fondled each other for a while, then decided to move to the bedroom, both of them undressing on the way. Irene climbed on the bed and lay on her back, and Mick began to eat her pussy. She moaned and thrashed about as his tongue and fingers drove her wild. In addition to what he was doing to her, the whole idea of such an adventure made her even hotter.
After a while Mick climbed on top of her and slid his dick into her pussy. She was so wet that it slipped in easily. They fucked for quite a while, then decided to try other positions—many other positions. He lay on his back and she sat on his cock, while he played with her tits and sucked her nipples. Then she spun around, facing away from him while continuing to ride his cock. He took advantage of the position to play with her clit.
He then had her get on her knees as he fucked her from behind. At one point he stopped and told her to fuck him, and he remained still while she moved back and forth on his cock. He then put her on her back again and started fucking her really hard. Irene gave as good as she got. Her legs were up in the air, and he slipped them over his shoulders as he pounded away at her. Just as he was about to come he asked her if he should pull out.
“No! No!” she shouted. “I want to feel you come. Give me your load!”
Mick started to grunt and spasm as he filled her with lots and lots of come. Irene said it felt as though a firehose was emptying into her. His come was hot, and there was a lot of it. She knew I would be pleased.
They lay there a while as they caught their breath. Then Irene reached down and began playing with his dick, which soon came to life again in her hand. She then bent down and took it in her mouth.
Now, this girl could suck cock. She had made oral sex into an art form, and more than one man had told her she was one of the best cocksuckers they had ever met. She took Mick’s entire eight inches in her mouth and held it there as she licked the shaft. Then she slowly let it out of her mouth, and just as slowly slid it back in.
No one could resist her oral ministrations very long, and Mick was no exception. He was soon beside himself with lust. He threw her on her back and thrust his dick up into her with a single motion. She had gotten him so worked up that this time it was only minutes before he grunted and once again shot his load into her. Irene couldn’t tell if it was as big as his first load, but it was obviously enough to fill her pussy even more.
Irene finally told Mick that she had to leave, and he let her go after she had agreed to meet him again. She got dressed, minus her panties, kissed him good-bye and left. Once she got on the freeway she phoned me, and that was when I asked her to tell me the story. She had just finished by the time she arrived at my place.
As soon as she walked in the door she went to the bedroom, took off her dress and lay back on the bed. She was gorgeous, and she had that just-fucked glow. Her pussy was all red, and the lips were swollen.
When I mentioned that to her, she grinned and said, “That’s because I’ve been fucking for three hours.”
That got to me, and I quickly dove on top of her and stuck my dick into her pussy. I could feel all the come that was inside her. Her pussy always felt marvelously wet, but now it was also filled with another man’s come. That gave me an idea.
“Will you suck my cock, Irene?” I asked.
“If I do I’ll be sucking Mick’s come off your dick,” was her reply
“Do you care?”
She smiled at me. “No, not at all,” she said.
God, I loved that woman! I moved up over her and she took my cock in her mouth without hesitation. As always, her cocksucking was beyond description, but now it was even more exciting for me, knowing that she was swallowing someone else’s come at the same time.
I didn’t want to come in her mouth, however, so I stopped her and started to fuck her again. Now, I can almost always go for a long time, and have enough control to come when I want to. But this time I couldn’t hold back, and I soon added a third load to the two in her pussy.
We talked for a few minutes after that, but I kept fixating on that wet pussy, with the three loads of come swimming around up there. It wasn’t long before I was hard again, and I fucked her once more. This time I was able to take longer. Her pussy was sopping, and I was in heaven. This whole adventure was turning out fantastically.
After I came again I rolled off her, figuring I was done for the night. But I just couldn’t stop thinking about her sopping pussy, and how she had fucked a stranger and brought his sperm back to me. Within minutes I was mounting her for the third time. This time I just wanted to stay in her as long as possible. I really didn’t care if I came or not I just loved fucking her.
We talked and kissed as I enjoyed the feeling of her wet pussy, and after a time I just rolled off. I hadn’t come, but it didn’t matter. My feeling of love for her was more important than the number of times I got off. Still, I couldn’t stop, and in a few minutes I had to do it again. I didn’t come that time either, but again it was okay. I loved hearing her pussy making squishing sounds as I thrust in and out of her. The four loads of come inside her now made her as wet as I had ever felt her. But after a while we were both exhausted from fucking, so we rolled over and went to sleep.
Irene and I had many similar adventures after that, and I hope to be telling you about more of them in the near future.—Name and address withheld
I hadn’t seen or spoken to her in many years, but the second I saw my ex-wife I instantly felt a stirring in my loins—an occurrence that she had caused many times in the past.
I had been attending a series of meetings in Chicago, and finding myself with a free evening, I’d decided to treat myself to a baseball game. The Yankees were in town, and it turned out to be an excellent game. My White Sox were up three to one at the end of the fifth when I decided to take a much-needed nature break. On the way back to my seat I stopped to get one more cold beer. As I was standing in line I heard a familiar voice, and turned to find myself face to face with my darling ex-wife.
As I say, it had been years since I had seen her the last image I’d had of her was of her magnificent ass as she walked away from me to start a new life with another lover. Now we just stood and stared at first, neither of us able to believe our eyes.
Beryl looked every bit as beautiful as I remembered her. When we finally did talk, it was as though we had forgotten how nothing was making sense. We finally had to step aside to let others get to the bar. We stood chatting inanely for a few minutes, until we could begin to make ourselves understood. She too, it appeared, was in town on business, and had decided to take in the game with some of her coworkers. We didn’t talk long, as she had to get back to her companions. Before we parted I told her where I was staying, but as I went back to my seat I thought it would probably be another 10 years before I saw her again.
After the game I returned to my hotel and was just getting settled for the night when the phone rang, it was Beryl, calling from the lobby and asking if she could come up. My heart was beating wildly as I happily gave her the room number.
The few minutes it took her to get from the lobby to my room seemed like hours. She arrived at my door with a bottle of red wine, my favorite beverage. After all these years, it seemed, she hadn’t forgotten.
We poured the wine and then sat down to chat, getting caught up on each other’s lives. Beryl told me that the man she had left me for had developed cancer and had passed away. I, on the other hand, was still single, having been in and out of relationships since we’d parted. They hadn’t worked out, mostly, I guess, because I had kept comparing each new woman to Beryl, and in fact there was just no comparison.
At one point in our conversation I found my mind wandering, and I lost track of what she was saying. All I could do was stare at her, thinking how beautiful she still was, and recalling the hot times we used to have together. I knew I was still in love with her.
As we neared the end of our bottle of wine, Beryl excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she reappeared she was wearing the bathrobe that had been hanging in there, courtesy of the hotel. Again I could only stare as she flowed across the room toward me, and deposited that beautiful ass of hers on my lap.
I was surprised at first, but far from disappointed. In a moment we were locked in a hot embrace and were kissing passionately, just as in the old days. It did not take long for me to develop a huge hard-on, an effect she had always been able to have on me. As we kissed I boldly reached inside the robe to get a feel of her magnificent tits. When there was no objection from her I went further, pulling the robe from her shoulders so that I could look upon the lovely breasts and firm nipples I had been missing so long.
Taking her right nipple in my mouth, I gave it a good tonguing, the way I knew she loved, then quickly switched to the other one. She began to breathe heavily and grabbed the back of my head, forcing more of her breast into my mouth. Her nipples had always been ultrasensitive, and soon I felt her begin to shake as she had her first orgasm of the night.
When she came back down she said it was time for her to return the favor. She then knelt in front of me and helped me get my pants off. She took my hard cock in her hand and stroked it slowly, murmuring that she had missed my seven inches. Taking the head of it in her mouth, she proceeded to give me the blowjob of my life, swallowing as much of my cock as she could force down her throat. It was not long before I began to feel the old familiar feeling of approaching orgasm. When I told her I was about to come, she just moaned around my cock and increased the tempo of her sucking. As I filled her mouth with my load she swallowed as quickly as she could, not missing a drop.
This was something she had only done a few times when we were still together, and her new willingness was almost as thrilling as the act itself. When she had drained me dry, she stood and dropped the robe to the floor, then sat beside me and sipped the last of her wine while stroking my now flaccid cock.
I then suggested we get more comfortable, and she moved to the bed and lay down while I finished undressing. I was pleased to see that she had a smooth cunt, something that I love, in contrast to the hairy crotch she once had. Her pussy is amazing in any form, but this was a bonus! I lay down between her thighs and went to work on her pussy, as I had so many times in the past. I was always pleased that she loved being eaten, because it was one of my favorite pastimes. There is something about the taste of a woman and her flowing juices that just drives me wild.
It did not take long for Beryl’s juices to begin flowing, and I lapped up every drop I could reach. She still had the best-tasting pussy ever, in my opinion. After a few minutes of me assaulting her with my tongue, she again grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into her cunt as she had another orgasm, all over my face. I didn’t stop, but continued licking her pussy and drinking her juices until she came a second time.
By this time my cock was nice and hard again, and I began licking my way up her body, until the head of my cock came in contact with her soaking cunt. At first I just rubbed it around the outside of her pussy, getting it nice and wet. When I couldn’t hold back anymore I began sliding it into her, a little at a time. She reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper and arching herself to meet my thrusts as I began to fuck her slowly. I couldn’t believe how good she still felt. I felt her flexing her pussy muscles, milking my cock, trying to make me come. She had done this to me many times in the past, and I knew for sure she could still do it, but I was determined to last as long as I could as I went on fucking her.
I pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head of my dick inside before driving back into her. Her muscles tightened even more, and I could tell from the moans and whimpers coming from her throat that she was approaching her most intense orgasm yet. I moved faster and harder, and I felt her legs wrapping tightly around me as we exploded together. I deposited the biggest load I had released in some time deep inside her, while she flooded my balls with her juices. We held each other tight, both of us spasming again and again, and afterwards I remained inside her until my cock softened and slid out. We lay side by side, murmuring softly to each other, until we slipped into a sound sleep.
I don’t know how long I had been out when I was awakened by the feel of someone sucking my cock. I looked down and saw my sweet little beauty bringing me back to life with her mouth. When she got me hard again, she straddled me and slid her juicy box over my pole, impaling herself on me in what had always been her favorite position. She took my hands and placed them over her bouncing tits, encouraging me to play with her nipples, and in very short order she was again coating my cock with her come. A few moments later I released another load deep inside her.
As she dismounted, a mixture of our juices came rushing out of her, and she quickly straddled my face so that I could lap it up. It was like going to heaven.
Again we drifted into sleep, wrapped around each other, but this time when I woke up I was alone. There was no sign of her ever having been there but the odor of our hot lovemaking was still in the air, so I knew it had not been a dream.
The next day I had meetings all day, but my mind was elsewhere. Early in the afternoon my cell phone rang, and I was thrilled to hear Beryl’s voice on the other end. She told me to get back to my hotel room and get naked, because she was on her way and was in need of another fuck. I excused myself from my meeting, saying that an emergency had come up, and headed back to my hotel.
I had no sooner arrived and stripped naked when I heard a faint knock at the door. I opened it just enough to let Beryl slip in. She immediately dropped to her knees, engulfed my already hard cock with her mouth and proceeded to suck as much as she could down her throat, all the while struggling to get her clothes off. She stopped sucking me just before I came, then rose and bent over a large chair, telling me to do her from behind. She was already dripping wet, and I slid easily into her hot box. With each thrust she pushed back to meet me, and it was not very long until we were both exploding again.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening sucking and fucking like newlyweds. Later in the evening we decided we should order room service in order to keep our strength up. Before the food arrived, Beryl went into the bathroom to freshen up. When the knock came, I donned the hotel bathrobe and opened the door to let the waiter in. He was a good-looking young man, and as he wheeled he cart into the room my lovely sweetheart came out of the bathroom, completely naked. For a moment she was startled, as she had not heard the waiter come in, but she made no attempt to cover up. She just gave him a nice smile as he stood there turning a bright red. She then calmly walked to the bed and lay down, still making no effort to cover herself. I signed for the room service, and the young man assured me that no tip was required.
When he had left I turned and dropped the robe, showing Beryl my already hard cock. Then I climbed on the bed with her as she spread her legs to receive me. I slid my cock into her with one thrust, and we fucked like crazy until we both came again.
Beryl and I both stayed in Chicago a few extra days, and each day was a repeat of the day before. It was as if we had never been apart. That was a year ago, and we still get together about once every two weeks to take care of our sexual needs. On one occasion Beryl gave me a blowjob as we drove back to our hotel following dinner and a movie.
During our last meeting Beryl and I began to talk about the possibility of getting back together permanently. I don’t know whether it will happen, but I am more than ready. I never wanted her to leave in the first place.—H.S., Kansas City, Missouri
I was newly divorced after having been with the same man for 12 years. My insomnia was in full swing, and my body, still tight, tan and slim, was burning with frustration. One night, on a sudden crazy impulse, I sent an e-mail to an ex-lover who I hadn’t seen for years.
Kevin replied, and we chatted back and forth via e-mail, never really getting to the point I was hoping for. I remembered that Kevin had always had trouble being decisive I had even had to ask him out on our first date, 23 years before. So finally I asked him straight up, “Do you have a girlfriend?” When his response was no, I went further. “Do you remember that time when I came over to your house dressed in fishnet stockings and high heels, completely shaved, and climbed into your bedroom window?” I don’t know what effect that memory had on him, but it made me hotter than ever. I didn’t even wait for a response. I just got up and walked away from my laptop.
I showered as quickly as I could, and then shaved—completely. I put on perfume, blue lace panties, tight jeans and high heels, then took a deep breath and headed out the door.
I dialed Kevin on my cell phone from the car, but got no answer. I drove by what I thought was his house, but I wasn’t sure I had the number right. Finally, more frustrated than ever, I headed back towards home. At least I had tried.
Just then the phone rang, and it was him. He’d gotten my message. “I was in the area to see some friends,” I lied. “What are you doing?” He asked me if I wanted to go out for a beer. Screw that, I thought. I told him I’d meet him at his place.
On the way back to his house, I wondered how much he had changed. Would he still be totally hot? We had broken up and gotten back together two or three times in 23 years. Something had always seemed to bring us back together, but it had been a long time now since I had seen him. Would this time be different?
As he met me at the front door I was surprised to see that he was still handsome, still tall and thin, though his hair was longer, and gray now. His eyes were still ever so dreamy, blue and sexy. We hugged, and I thought, damn, he smells so good! The hug lasted longer than I expected. It was very nice.
Kevin then asked me if I wanted wine or beer. I opted for beer, then got a tour of his house. After that we sat on the futon in front of his flat screen TV, and he turned on the news. Damn, I thought, I’m sure I must be more interesting than the fucking news!
I looked over at Kevin, who was fiddling nervously with his shirt. “Something wrong with your shirt?” I asked, and with that I grabbed for it, pulled it out of his pants and slid my hand under it, feeling his soft warm skin. Then I climbed into his lap, straddling him with my legs. Kevin got the hint, and started pulling off my top. I helped him. I hadn’t bothered with a bra.
We kissed then, long, sweet, slow, hot kisses, the kind that make your heart race, and I moaned with anticipation as I felt the hardness of him against me. He laid me down on the futon and pulled off my jeans. I was unbelievably wet, and I was really glad I had shaved, completely.
He was all over me now, his mouth hot and hungry on my hard nipples. His hands caressed my thighs and crotch, and he penetrated me with his long, strong fingers. “God, you are so soft,” Kevin said. “That’s so sexy. Are you always totally shaved?”
“Yes,” I told him, lying again. I was losing my mind with anticipation. I sat up then and bent to take his warm, hard, pulsing cock deep into my mouth. But I remembered that I could make him come too fast if I didn’t go slowly—there are some things former lovers don’t forget. So I sucked him gently, soft and deep. I heard him moan, and when the moans became too uncontrolled I stopped, smiling up at him.
Then somehow I was off the futon and we were rolling together on the plush carpet. “I’m so hard for you,” he panted. “How do you want it?” I answered him by rolling over and getting on all fours. This had always been our favorite position.
Kevin got behind me and slowly slid his hard cock into my waiting, slippery little fuckhole. He grabbed my hips and thrust it all the way, as I cried out with joy and delight. I tightened my cunt muscles and went down on my elbows, rubbing my clit with one hand as he moved strongly in and out of me.
I don’t know how long it went on, but when we came it was incredible, the kind of mutual orgasm that there are no words for, that overwhelms the senses and makes you temporarily forget who you are. The years had not changed our sexual magnetism, and I vowed to myself that this time I would not let this man get away from me again.—L.V., Topeka, Kansas
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