I am just curious - after this session with Susan, would you prefer to read more about my experiences with Irene, or more of Susan?
Do also let me know if any comments you may have - should my stories move faster, or slower? More details of their figure, underwear and clothes?
Appreciate all the encouragement from you bros!
Susan’s pussy tasted and smelled heavier this time round. My face was buried in her bush, and my lips and tongue deeper still inside her, so I was really taking it all in! Every scent of her down there, every taste of every drop of her love juices just made me want more of her!
Susan had to prop both her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance, while my hands were on her buttocks, pushing her pelvic region back towards my face. I was having the time of my life - her moans were mixed with the rhythm of her heavy breathing and occasional gasps!
Soon, her groin area became all wet with a mixture of her pussy juices and my saliva, and there were even drops starting to trickle down her thighs! And I also realized that half my face was smeared with that same concoction as well!
Susan: Oh my god, sweetie! I am so wet! So wet down there!
It was time!!
Me: Come…. Come lower….
I managed to pull my face away from her pussy and got a quick look at the mess I have made - it was a mess my already-hard cock will like!
Susan saw the small tent my erect cock was making with the towel still wrapped around my waist, and I waste no time in revealing it. I didn’t even have to take my towel off - all I had to do was flip either ends like I was opening two flaps and there it was! Susan guided her pelvis downwards, aiming to devour my cock with her pussy…. And it was inside her without either of us even having to use our hands. My hands supporting her by her buttocks and hers around my neck, she started pounding me right there at the edge of my bed. We got into the rhythm no problem at all.
Susan: It feels so good… Oh honey… But baby…
Me: Yah?
Susan: Today cannot shoot inside, okay? Not safe…
Me: But I… I really want to!
Susan: I know… And I want it too! But today really cannot… okay darling?
Me: Oh…. Okay then….
Susan: Just let me know… when you want to cum… okay?
I just nodded to Susan, and she never slowed down in her riding, keeping that constant slap slap slap sound while we made love. The feeling of her wet pussy was heavenly. Combine that with the fact that I was fucking my landlady on a bright sunny afternoon after coming back from school made it one of the best times of my life!!
But soon, all that moaning and intense fucking was getting too much and I felt the end coming…
Me: Baby… I…
Susan understood the look in my eyes and dismounted me quickly but gracefully and proceeded to wrap her lips around my throbbing erection. With just a few purposeful sucks and well placed rubs at the base with her fingers, and I was soon unloading into Susan’s mouth.
Me: Oh god!! Oh yeah…….!!
Susan only looked up at me for confirmation, making sure that I was truly satisfied, before her sucking came to a halt. But then she continued again, albeit slower, to make sure she has everything squeezed out into her mouth, before removing my cock…. and swallowed!
Susan have me one of her warm smiles again, and we cuddled in my bed and drifted to sleep. The clock showed that it was only 2:37pm…
It was still bright outside when I woke from my little after-sex nap. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but my head felt quite groggy, like I was in a deep sleep due to exhaustion. Susan wasn’t in bed with me anymore though; I was just lying there naked with my towel under me, and the bedroom door ajar. The clock showed 3:49pm; it was still early in the afternoon.
I strode towards the door unsteadily, still feeling weak from the nap, and possible the earlier exhaustion. I didn’t even bother to put anything on; Uncle shouldn’t be back home this early.
The place was totally quiet - there was a slight breeze in the air, the sun was bright outside, and it was generally good conditions to be walking naked in your landlady’s flat. I made my way towards the kitchen and found Susan at the table sipping coffee. It was probably her after-sex coffee - that was how I liked to think of it. She was in her home clothes now - a plain brown t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. She saw me and looked up with her usual smile…
Susan: Dis you have a good nap, honey? I didn’t want to wake you so I came out first. Come, why don’t you go have your shower first and I will get too a new towel for you.
I just nodded as she ushered me to the bathroom.
Susan: Then I want to show you something…
I went into the bathroom in no rush at all, and showered likewise - just enjoying the water rushing against my body, though I did pay attention to thoroughly clean my saliva- and ejaculate-crusted areas. After all, Susan did make quite a mess on me, or rather, she had transferred back the mess I had made on her earlier. But through that all, part of my mind still wondered what she had wanted to show me later…
When I was done, I wrapped myself in the towel Susan had hung over the bathroom door while I was showering - it was one of hers, sweet-smelling and pink - and went on back out.
I found Susan sitting on the sofa waiting for me, still a smile on her face full of anticipation. But there was something slightly different about her - she had changed into a black blouse, but with the same shorts she had on earlier. That was strange - was she getting ready to head out or something?
Susan saw the puzzlement in my face but said nothing, except to get up and usher me to be seated on the sofa. She then stood right in front of me, with that wide smile of hers getting even wider.
Me: So, what’s going on….?
I stopped mid-sentence, because Susan started unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly she had started, from the top one and made her way downwards. She did it in a manner that didn’t allow for any gaps to show, so you couldn’t see what was underneath. But despite her not revealing anything, a small tent was starting to grow under my towel. Just her suggestive actions alone was enough to cause that reaction.
Susan: Are you ready, darling?
She glanced downwards at my reaction. Her hands still holding her blouse together.
Susan: Oh… Seems that you are…
I didn’t say anything. In fact, I barely heard her.
Susan then slowly parted her unbuttoned blouse for me, and what greeted me was a set of bright yellow cups - bra cups, that is. I wasn’t sure what the material was, but it was smooth and a little bit shiny, with elegant floral designs at the edges of the cups. And of course beyond that was her beautiful, beautiful cleavage. Somehow, this bra made her breasts seem more ‘protruding’…
Susan: Well, what do you think? Do you like it?
She had a teasing look on her face, but I wasn’t satisfied just yet…
Me: Show me more…
Susan understood what I wanted, and dropped her blouse from her shoulders until it was just hanging from her elbows. I immediately noticed that the straps of her bra were much thinner than her usual ones. This, combined with the sheer weight of her breasts, made the straps sink deeper into the flesh of her milky white shoulders. That bra was straining to contain the weight of Susan’s bosom. But the thin bra straps - also in matching bright yellow, of course - added to the sexual appeal of the entire look. And oh, there was even a tiny ribbon between the bra cups. What a view it was!
Susan: So, now do you like what you see?
I smiled slyly with approval. The view was definitely not bad at all.
Me: Oh, yes… very nice. Very nice!
Susan: Oh I am glad you like it!
Me: You bought it especially for me? I don’t think I have seen this one before. It’s brand new?
Susan: Yes, I know how you like my bras, so I decided to surprise you.
Me: How do you… know that I like…?
Susan: It was so obvious, darling! The way you look at my bra when I take off my clothes. And there were several times I saw you staring at my bras which I hung up for drying!
I was genuinely surprised that she knew! Was I really thy obvious about it all this while? Damn!
Susan: It’s okay honey. In fact, I am so so glad that you like my bras and my breasts. Think if this as my reward to you…
Susan glanced down at her chest and back up at me. Her hands were still at her hips. I smiled again.
Me: Now let’s see how this new bra feels…
As I said that, my hands reached up to her cups and give them a gentle but firm squeeze.
Those cups were definitely fully filled with her massive tits. My hands widened for a bigger and harder squeeze of Susan’s breasts.
Me: Oh it feels so good! So…. full!! You breasts feel much bigger in these!
Susan said nothing but smiles cheekily. Then she cupped her hands on top of mine and moved them around, feeling every square inch of her breasts, including her cleavage. I felt both the smooth bra fabric and her soft flesh. It was a fantastic feeling.
While I was doing that, Susan lifted her hands off and reached behind her back. She was obviously going to unlatch her bra. But before she could do that, I told her to stop.
Susan: But why, honey?
Me: I want you to leave it on. I like this view. And I still want it while we are making love!
My hands were already making their way downwards to undo her pants. There has got to be a matching pair of panties waiting for me beneath it. But as I pulled those shorts lower and lower, the panty waistband which I was expecting to see did not appear - she was not wearing any!! Another pleasant surprise for the afternoon! I looked up to find her smiling teasingly at my surprised face.
Susan: You like that too?
I didn’t bother to reply but instead immediately started to work that pussy of hers with my left hand middle finger. Now it was her turn to be surprised. And that surprise was joined by her moans as started cupping her breasts and massaging them. Her eyes were closed now.
With my right hand, I undid my towel and unwrapped myself, exposing my erection in full glory, and proceeded to use that same hand to pull Susan closer so that she could mount me. She understood what I wanted and stepped out of her pants-heap and slowly put her knees on either sides of me. Her hands were on my shoulders but I kept my finger inside her until she was close enough to my erection before I disengaged. And that was only for enough time to hold me erection to shove it inside of Susan.
She let me slide inside her slowly but made sure I was deep inside before she started her grinding motion. Both of us gave a satisfied moan before we settled into the rhythm of our lovemaking…
Hi everyone. Thanks for all your support. I will be writing some more soon.
But sad to say, I do not have any new experiences to share; well, not anything that can be compared to Susan and Irene anyway!
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That session on the sofa with Susan in her new yellow bra went slowly and nicely. She did not hurry at all, and we took it slow; the knowledge that Uncle was coming home made it quite exciting, although we both knew the chances of that happening was quite low. As it was my second session of the afternoon, I lasted much longer. Susan took care of me with the utmost gentleness; it was as if I was her precious baby. I just let her take control and ride me all the way. I ended up cumming on the floor because I didn’t want to dirty that new bra of hers.
Ever since that day, Susan started paying lots of attention to my every need. She would cook extra nice meals for me, prepare drinks and snacks and even dress differently when Uncle was still sleeping or not at home! She would cater to my every whim, and sometimes sneaked in some naughty moves like squeezing my buttocks when Uncle was in the other room! It was heaven, I tell you… pure heaven! So this was what having a girlfriend was like! That really raised my expectations for a girlfriend, regardless of age.
Everything went on perfectly for me, and Irene was the furthest thing on my mind, until one day…
….. I came back home from school one early afternoon, only to bump into Irene downstairs. I wasn’t sure if she had been waiting for me to show up, or if she just happened to be there. But she was dressed in a body-hugging white spaghetti top, with pink bra straps showing to the sides. And below was a shortish denim skirt. She looked sexy - there was no denying that. I gulped when I saw her; she has that cheeky smile on…
Irene: I heard from Susan that you have been ’taking good care’ of her recently… I feel so jealous, you know…
I was lost for words - Susan actually told her?!
Irene: So now, can take care of me or not? It’s my turn, right?
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I was shocked beyond words - firstly, because I could not believe that Susan had told her about what we have been doing recently, and secondly, because Irene was right there in front of me looking so sexy and asking me that!
Irene: It’s been some time since you were at my place, you know?
She stepped closer to me; I could even smell her sweet fragrance. But what I did instinctively was to look around - checking if there are other people around, or God forbid, Susan or Uncle coming back! I just didn’t want to be seen with Irene just then. And Irene noticed that:
Irene: Do you want to talk someplace else instead?
Me: Er, yeah… let’s go…
But without thinking straight, I led her into the lift to go upstairs to Susan’s flat!!
There was much more privacy in the lift, and I was able to loosen up. Irene was standing much closer to me now. God, that body was hot! How she managed to keep so slim and perky was a mystery to me.
Then her hand came over and squeezed my left butt cheek…
Irene: Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. What happens stays between us, just like last time.
I then realized that I had misled her! I only want us to go upstairs to talk, and not… not what she was thinking! I pushed her hand away, albeit gently, and tried to explain:
Me: Irene, I need to tell you that… er… we can’t do this anymore. I have decided that Susan is my girlfriend, and so I need to be faithful to her.
By that time, the lift stopped and we walked briskly to Susan’s unit as soon as the door opened. Not a word was spoken. I hurriedly got inside and Irene followed me. There should still be lots of time before either Susan or Uncle comes home, and Irene should be gone soon… hopefully.
As soon as the door closed:
Irene: Oh, Susan is really your girlfriend? Really?
Me: Yes, she has been very good to me. And I have never been happier with her…
Irene looked slightly surprised - genuinely surprised.
Irene: Oh wow, I didn’t expect that. But last time, you said you liked me too. You said you liked my body…. and my breasts, right?
Irene looked straight into my eyes when she said that, and I could not meet her gaze. I blushed with guilt and had to look away. Damn it!! I had to sit myself down on the sofa. Irene followed and stood in front of me:
Irene: Furthermore honey, no one has to know.I can make you happy. And I will be happy too.
Now I managed to look up at her. She had that assuring and understanding look on her face.
Me: Well, I… but I just don’t want to cheat on Susan again… you know what I mean… right?
Irene: But honey, you know that Susan is still a married woman, right? So the fact that she is with you means that she is already cheating on her husband. And if she is really your girlfriend, she is also cheating on you by staying married. I mean, she still sleeps on the same bed as her husband, correct?
Me: But Susan told me that she doesn’t love him anymore. She told me that she loves me, and that’s why she’s with me all the time!
Irene: Oh my sweet dear… it’s complicated when it comes to marriage. And it’s even more complicated with what Susan has got now - a husband AND a boyfriend, and such a young one at that!
She had her hands on my shoulders now, and she was actually standing in between my legs. Gosh, my face was so close to her breasts!
Irene: Listen… why don’t we put all that away for the moment, and just relax and let me take good care of you. We can talk more afterwards if you want to. We have the whole place to ourselves.
That was indeed an enticing proposition, regardless of the serious topic we were talking about. And the fact that she was so close, with her perky bosom just righ in my face, didn’t really help my cause. And before I could even finish my train of thought, those thin white straps already came off her shoulders.
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… when those thin white straps came down from her shoulders, no words came out of my mouth. Her pink bra straps were clearly seen, although her cups were still well-covered. That white top sure was hugging tightly to her body! It was so tight that Irene had to peel it off, in a downward pull - and this she did slowly. Her glorious pink bra cups were finally exposed! It was a classy piece, her bra - smooth cups with no designs at all, and it looked like it did its job of covering her breasts well. Although I have seen this woman’s body in all its glory before, this sight before me still amazed me. How she kept so fit despite her age is a mystery.
Irene: Like my bra? If you like, I can keep it on for you… or if you want me to take it off, I can too…
Me: Erm… just… take it off pls!
Irene reached behind with both hands and unhooked the piece with one smooth motion; she then gently pulled the straps off her shoulders and it fell onto me - right on my crotch area. I glanced down to where it landed and looked back up again, staring at her breasts - those lovely, perky breasts with inviting areolas and supple nipples.
Irene smiled… she knew I was staring at her bosom.
Irene: Better?
I nodded.
She closed the little distance her chest had with my face, and before I knew it, I was already sucking on those breasts of hers. She pushed up against me till I was fully leaning back on the sofa, and she was kneeling on the sofa with her legs on either side me. Her hands were clasped around my head, supporting it while my face was buried in her chest, and she let out her seductive moans. My hands instinctively reached upwards from my sides, and cupped her buttocks, which was still clad in that short skirt of her. I couldn’t tell if there was panties beneath that, but at that moment, my concentration was on her bosom; no time yet to explore elsewhere!
Irene: Oh my god, this feels so good… oh…
She kept her moans coming - seductively, not too loud, and oh so encouraging. Irene wasn’t kidding when she asked me not to think of anything else for the time being. All I could think about was her!
After a few moments of feasting on her breasts, Irene plucked my head off them and looked down at me, smiling cheekily:
Irene: I think that’s enough for now, naughty boy!
She then reached back for my hands, which were still squeezing her buttocks, and slid them downwards till I was holding the back of her slender thighs. I was slightly puzzled.
Irene: Why don’t you try sliding your hands up to my buttocks again…. but this time, under my shirt?
Her cheeky grin widened. I slid my hands upwards as she has suggested - time to find out if she had anything on underneath!
I felt nothing but skin as my hands travelled upwards, until I was at my original altitude a few minutes before! Oh my god, she wasn’t wearing any panties! I could not believe it!! I started to squeeze down on her butt cheeks again.
Irene must have either seen the amazement on my face, or read my mind:
Irene: Don’t stop there sweetie; go higher.
Again I was puzzled, but I followed her instructions once again. And as my hands went higher, I felt something at her waist level - something like a waistband; something that felt a bit familiar, but much thinner, like…
Irene: You like that?
I didn’t answer, because I didn’t know what ’that’ was!!
Me: It’s… There’s a…
Irene let out a slight chuckle, and managed to make even that sound seductive…
Irene: That ’thing’ you are feeling right now is a…. hmmm, I think it’s better for me to show you…
She reached down to the hem of her denim skirt and lifted it upwards slowly, peeling it upwards so that the pale underside of the skirt was now starting to be on the outside instead. And as her skirt went up inch by inch, revealing more and more of her flawless thighs (no stretch marks), what greeted me was a skimpy little piece of undergarment just covering her crotch and bush; it ended on top with a thin - and I meant really thin - waistband, which my hands were currently at! The only thing that was familiar was the matching pink colour!
Irene: This, sweetie, is what we call a G-string…