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Good evening bro birdie…..ur thread here always warm n hot……haha
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Here’s the first storyfor tonight - Title : Best Man . Enjoy !!!
One of the men to stand up in our wedding was my husband’s ex-roommate Mark. As the years passed we grew closer. He and his wife Sue were Godparents to our firstborn. We often visited in each other’s homes throughout the years. We would adjourn to the living room and they to the den to discuss our jobs, relationships and life in general.
During one particular visit, as we were gabbing, I mentioned I had told my husband I thought sex would be better if he lost weight (he was five feet ten inches tall and about two hundred sixty pounds). Sue thought on this a bit and said she really couldn’t say. She went on to explain she didn’t find sex fun. She found it not only uncomfortable but painful as well. She engaged in sex because as a dutiful wife it was expected. She would lie on the bed, hands clenched firmly at her sides, as he screwed her trying to block out the pain. She didn’t make a sound, except to winch occasionally. They had no children and probably never would. Now it was my turn to reflect.
That night as my husband and I lay in bed I related Mark’s dilemma to him. He was sympathetic to his plight but didn’t think it was his place to bring it up with Mark and I agreed. Lord knows Sue and I had never gotten along well, this would be a capper. Some weeks passed and Mark’s problem weighed heavy on my mind. Sue had been his first great love and the only girl he had ever been with. He loved her dearly and she was frigid. To top it off Mark believed he was at fault for having such carnal desires.
One evening after my husband and I engaged in intercourse I brought up the weight issue again. It occurred to me that Mark’s problem and mine might be mutually resolvable. If Mark (who was five feet eight inches tall and approximately one hundred and forty pounds) engaged in sex with me, I might realize weight was not such an important issue and Mark would learn he wasn’t a sexual deviant. This appeared to be the perfect solution, if both my husband and he agreed to it. I presented my case to my husband and after some thought he agreed to be a participant, if Mark would. On our next visit to their place he presented my idea to Mark and they spoke, at great length, about the pros and cons of this proposed course of action.
Mark after some thought agreed but Sue must never know. They began to work on a cover story to explain his need to be, a) away from home for the entire night and b) without Sue. Mark explained to Sue that he and my husband would be doing astrological observations the majority of the night at a tented campground in the northern tip of the state, where light pollution was greatly reduced. Being late in the fall of the year it would be a brisk (temperature wise) at best. Sue told him she thought it best she stay home, so he could have a boy’s night out. The stage was set, now all we had to do was wait for the weather to cooperate (a clear night). Several weeks later it did.
He called me that Saturday at work to inform me conditions were ideal for our venture. I explained to him I was working and wouldn’t be home until eleven-thirty in the evening. He said he would arrive about eleven. I called my husband, at work, to let him know Mark would be there when he arrived home. Mark told me he would stop by the liquor store on the way there and pick up a bottle of Asti Spumonte (my favorite) to ease a probably uncomfortable situation. Mark arrived at eleven and had the house all to himself. He proceeded to the master bedroom where he could put his things, took a shower donned his favorite terrycloth robe before emerging from the bedroom ready for action. Mark went into the living room closed the drapes, lit the fireplace, dimmed the lights and put on some appropriate mood music. He seated himself on the coach to await my arrival.
My first thoughts as I walked in the door were; Does he really want to do this, with me? I assured myself he did. I went to the bedroom and changed out of my nurse’s uniform and into a green negligee I had purchased for this occasion. I dabbed the perfume under my breasts and on my inner thighs. I stood before the mirror modeling my ensample and thought it might work better without the panties. As I slid them down my legs I glanced at my shaved and trimmed pubic region, which now formed the shape of a small heart. I rubbed my moist vagina and shuddered, I was ready.
I put on my light blue bathrobe and walked to the living room where Mark waited. I could see Mark was visibly uncomfortable as I walked in the room. Could he think something was amiss? I untied my bathrobe allowing it to slip from my shoulders unveiling my near naked beauty to him. Mark’s eyes widened as his face lit up with a smile. I walked to the couch and sat next to him. He popped the cork on the chilled Asti and filled our glasses (nearly spilling it as his eyes never left my breasts) than handed me one. I tipped my head to him and asked him if he liked the view with a broad smile.
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Mark and I made small talk for a while sipping the bubbly, exchanging glances. I noticed his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts (Sue is � A-cup while I filled C-cup). I glanced down at his crotch and noticed something stirring under his robe and I knew he was becoming aroused by just the sight of me (which I found quite flattering, actually). I took his glass and set it on the tray and turned toward him grasping his hands, placing them on my breasts. He eagerly explored their fullness and wondered at my nipples as they rose to meet his caresses.
I placed my hand on his knee and ran it between the folds of his robe and up to grasp his cock. It began to swell in my embrace and soon surpassed my husband’s in size and still it continued to grow. Mark, made eager by his arousal, was trying to remove my top so that he might touch my naked form. I arose from the couch and led him to the area in of front of the fireplace. I slowly removed my negligee; my skin lit only by the dim light from the flickering fire and was pleased to see the fire in his eyes, as I stood naked before him.
I reached for the knotted sash on the front of his robe untying it and running my hands under its folds and up to his shoulders, stepping forward to peel it over his shoulders and down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor behind him. We embraced our naked bodies meshing against each other. I felt something brush along my leg, as we did so, and stop just above my kneecap. As our embrace ended and I stepped back to admire his form my eyes drank in his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat chiseled chest and stomach and to my astonishment one of the largest cocks I had ever seen. This monster had to be at least twelve inches long and six inches in diameter. My husband had never mentioned this.
No wonder his wife had issues. I looked back at Mark’s face to see his head down turned,
In shame? I reached out one hand to grasp his cock and pull him toward me while my other lifted his head, that I might kiss him again. As our kiss ended I squeezed his cock while whispering in his ear; I love it! This time when our eyes met I saw them sparkle with lustful joy.
I motioned for him to take a seat on the floor and went to retrieve our glasses and returned handing him his drink. As his hand reached out to take it I marveled how like some ancient Greek statue he appeared in the firelight. I sank to the floor next to him as we sipped from our glasses. We again made small talk while our eyes explored each other’s naked form. We finished our drinks and our hands began to retrace the paths our eyes had taken. His touch was firm but gentle as he ran his hands from my neck, down my shoulders along my arms and than my legs, only to return along the inner side of my legs and thighs lightly brushing across my vagina and bush, my stomach and abdomen to finally grasp my breasts.
His head bent forward, to lightly use his tongue to trace the outline of my areolas before his lips sank around my nipple. I gasped; the heat in my belly was becoming unbearable. I could feel the moisture that had formed deep within me oozing out my cervix and along the crack of my ass. I raised his face to mine and kissed him, deeply. Than ran a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. I grasped his cock and licked it; a huge shudder ran through his body. I placed my mouth around this monster and sucked it as deep in my throat as I could and heard him gasp and groan in ecstatic pleasure.
I began to slowly bob my head so that my lips could travel up and down his heavily veined shaft and was rewarded by an even louder groan escaping his lips. I soon felt his hands on either side of my head, not to pull my head further on, but to push it off. I could see he was breathing hard as he pulled my face to his and kissed me. As the kiss ended and our heads parted and I could see his face was red and he had an embarrassed look in his eyes, his head turned downward and he stammered; No one has ever done that to me, I almost� Right at that moment I could not have wanted him more, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him so hard we fell over. We both laughed. He rolled me on my back and I spread my legs to welcome him. He positioned his body over mine and kissed me again.
He than positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my cervix. He rubbed his cock along the length of my vulva from just below my rectum over my cervix to circle my now distended clitoris, I shuddered and groaned. He did this several times before seating the tip of his cock in my love canal. Ever so slowly, he pushed his rock hard cock further into me. Its girth stretched me beyond almost anything I had previously known. Being careful to hide my discomfort I placed my arms around his neck and pulled my face up to his kissing him hungrily. He stopped when he had about four inches in me and began to withdraw it, only to plunge it back in but only to the point it was before. He repeated this over and over. I looked up at him to see his face intensely concentrating on what he was doing. I puzzled for a moment and than it hit me, my husband had said Mark told him Sue would complain about how he hurt her when he fucked her. He must have learned to restrain himself from using his entire tool.
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I grabbed his face and turned it till his eyes met mine, he stopped and began to get off murmuring an apology. I put a serious look on my face, smiled and stated quite firmly Fuck Me! He looked startled; I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him toward me with all my might. He responded with a stronger thrust, again I moaned as felt six inches drive into me (farther than my husband ever had). He withdrew and I begged; More! His hips surged forward again driving his cock in further than before and he withdrew again to lunge forward driving further.
I pleaded with him; I want it all! I looked up to see his face twisted in lustful passion as he drove his cock harder and deeper into my now passion inflamed pussy. Just as I felt the head of his dick press against the back of my uterus I felt pubic hairs mesh against my vulva. I loved every inch of this pussy splitting tool. He paused again and I smiled broadly at him and kissed him deeply. Now, Fuck Me Hard! I breathlessly ordered. He began to pump his cock in and out of me as hard as he could and to his surprise I bent my legs at the knee and planted my feet flat on the floor and began pushing my pelvis up to meet his. He gasped and worked all that much harder to meet my body’s urgent demands. I felt the muscles in my cervix milking his cock with every stroke; the knot in the pit of my stomach became a fist. A new feeling began to take form deep inside me.
We were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs, driven by a passion that neither of us had previously experienced. I noticed that with each successive stroke his ball sac seemed to be shrinking as less and less of it slapped my ass with each piston stroke. I could feel the head of his cock swelling deep inside my body. Just as I thought my over-taught muscles could take no more, he paused, groaned and exploded inside me triggering an orgasm more powerful than I had known for a long time. My entire body writhed in one orgasmic spasm after another, lights exploded behind my eyes and the world floated away. The next thing I remember his arms were around me and we were on our sides, his now shrinking manhood still buried deep within me. He was brushing the hair back from my sweat-drenched face kissing it with tender passion and saying; Thank you! over and over again.
For a time we laid there locked in each other’s arms, savoring our fading passions afterglow. Finally, we separated and arose to adjourn to the bedroom. Mark collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. I thought I should check up on my husband before joining Mark. I found my husband sitting on the closed toilet seat in the hallway bathroom, his head buried in his hands. I asked if he was feeling all right and could sense he was in some distress. His arms reached out to me and I stepped forward to his embrace. He wrapped his arms around my hips and drew me forward to rest his head against my stomach.
He lightly kissed my abdomen and asked; How was it? Wonderful! I blurted out. I felt a hand leave my backside and run along the inner side of my leg. I stepped back to see him staring at a glob of semen that covered the fingertips of his hand. Very well, I see he replied. I turned and left him there to ponder its implications. I returned to the bedroom and laid my body next to Mark’s slumbering form. As I drifted off to sleep I realized not only had something been gained but something had been lost as well and drifted off to sleep.
I don’t know how long I rested before I awoke to the touch of Mark’s hand gently stroking my clitoris. My breathing was already raspy and my newly awakened sex drive was leaping at the opportunity to perform with him again. He climbed aboard, this time assured he would get as good as he gave. This time it lasted over an hour changing up positions every ten minutes or so. I found he loved doing it doggy-style, ramming his cock into with such force that I found it difficult to remain upright and had to grab the headboard to steady myself. Before each inward plunge he would slap my ass and grunt: Oh, yeah! We ended this session on our side’s; arms wrapped about each other his cock making small piston strokes, which rubbed my clitoris with every move. We came together and fell asleep in each others arms exhausted from our efforts.
I was next awakened by the dawn’s light shining in my face as it peaked through the window frame. We were still locked in each other’s arms. My inner legs and thighs felt sticky with the previous nights now dried juices. That is when I noticed something odd; the shriveled head of his cock was still lodged in the entrance to my womanhood. I thought of the Kegeling lessons I taught to pregnant women at the OB. clinic and decided to try to flex those muscles. Concentrating I squeezed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a responding thump from his cock. Gingerly at first, I flexed my new found muscles attempting to arise his sleeping giant. I could feel it swell and grow inside me.
With practice I found I could ripple my cervical muscles along the length of his ever-growing cock. I was careful not to move the rest of my body lest I wake him. As his cock grew and spread to fill me I felt my heart racing so hard in my chest I thought it might wake him. I opened my mouth to take shallow gasps of much needed air. My lower back ached as I fought the desire to swivel my hips. Ever so slowly, gently I milked his now blood engorged cock with the muscles lining my cervical canal, manipulating them so that I might feel him empty his load into me one more time. It took almost ninety minutes before he came, blasting his life essence into my yearning womanhood. His eyes fluttered open as he did. He smiled at me and I grinned madly back at him. We kissed, a long, deep, moist exchange of tongues and saliva.
Mark got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run in the tub and knew he was about to shower. I joined him in the shower and asked him to allow me to wash him. He nodded his approval and I took the soap and lathered the washcloth. I began the slow lovingly laborious task of washing ever-square inch of his body. As I finished he took me his arms and we kissed again. I could feel his throbbing cock against my body and as I reached to grasp it he stepped away shaking his head no and got out of the shower to dry himself and dress to leave. I emerged several minutes later to dry myself and stepped in the hallway to see his back receding down it toward the door. Naked I ran after him, catching up and turning him to face me. I embraced him tightly and whispered; Please don’t let it end here? I looked at his face and he kissed me again. I won’t, he replied and left.
I went to bed and lay naked on the still warm, damp, cum stained sheets pulling the covers over me and reveling in his body odor drifting slowly back to sleep.
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One nice short story here - Title : Ken
I had spent the previous seven years working in the outpatient department of the hospital and had pretty much settled into the routine. Monday through Friday, nine am to five pm, the clinic serviced the medical needs of the surrounding community. Monday’s were OB-GYN; Tuesdays were bone clinic, Wednesday’s cardiac follow-up with Thursday and Friday’s as open days to any needed follow-up.
Today had been like any other cardiac care follow-up day with the usual blood pressure checks, blood draws and EKG’s. Ken was back in again for his monthly check-up. His recovery from a heart attack six months earlier had been going very well. Over fifty and in reasonably good shape for his age. His work history in construction had made his hands gnarled and his muscled body still hard from the rigors of building. The other nurses didn’t care to do his check-ups as he was ill mannered and handy (if you know what I mean). Today he was to have an EKG and he was not in a particularly good mood.
Good Morning, Ken! I said in my most cheery voice as I entered the examination room. Please sit on the table and remove your shirt. I just need to attach these electrodes. I said as I held up the patched leads. Ken yanked the corduroy shirt out of his jeans and began unbuttoning it grumbling as he did so, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. I looked up to see a sly grin on his face and a sparkle in his eyes as he stared at my chest. Maybe later, I quipped as I placed the first electrode on his chest. I noticed his skin had been toughened by years of outdoor work and his muscles were still tone from decades of hard labor.
He had more hair on his chest, arms and back than I had seen on other men. I noted his breathing was becoming more rapid as I attached each electrode. As I finished his strong arm slid around me, drew me close and kissed me. I had instinctively yielded to this strong man but than pushed away straightening my uniform and saying, That’ll be enough of that! Let’s get this test started, and flipped on the machine. I turned back to him and pushed on his shoulders to get him to lie down on the table. As I leaned across him to check the lead on his far shoulder, I glanced down to see a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes. He whispered in my ear, Debbie, I do believe you have me at a disadvantage. The musky odor of an aroused male filled my nostrils as I dragged my breasts across his chest and turned to leave the room. Over my shoulder I said, We’ll let that run for a few minutes and I’ll be back, closing the door behind me as I left the exam room.
This man had awakened a sexual desire I hadn’t felt in many years. I felt positively giddy as a schoolgirl with a crush. I was a married woman with a devoted husband and a child to care for. What was I thinking, this was wrong on so many levels both socially and professionally but it felt so good, to be bad. What harm was there with a little flirtation? I went to the bathroom and quickly removed my snap down top and took off my bra. As I replaced my top and looked down to fasten the snaps I saw my nipples were stiff with arousal and my breasts lifted with the added blood flow. I balled up my bra and hid it in the back of a drawer at the nurse’s station.
I returned to the exam room and took a deep breath before entering. I than calmly re-entered the room closing the door behind me and moving to shut off the machine. I slowly examined his strip (EKG) for any irregularities and turned to Ken with a smile saying, You have made remarkable progress. I walked to his tableside and began removing his electrodes. I could feel his warm breath on my chest as I again reached across him to remove the last of the electrodes and he quipped again, It’s only fair, you know? as he looked sheepishly at me. I turned from the table and discarded the leads and turned back to face him. Braving unexplored territory I pulled open my top and held it wide for him to see saying, I suppose your right. He leapt to his feet and wrapped his arms around me drawing me close he kissed me.
His hard hairy chest pressed mine and I kissed him back. I felt more alive than I had in years. His hands dropped down and cupped my ass lifting me onto the examining table. He stepped back to allow his eyes to drink in the sight of my aroused breasts and his hands to roam freely over my body. Magnificent, he said. I felt beautiful and sexy and alive for the first time in many years. Every part of my mind screamed how wrong this was but my body surrendered eagerly to the passion his touch aroused in me. Just as my passion peaked he looked at me and said, We best stop before we’re caught. He turned and put on his shirt and bent to pick up mine, which he handed to me. He than turned to leave the room and paused at the door to fish a card from his pocket.
He handed me the card, smiled and thanked me as he left the room. I pulled on my top and snapped it up and arrived at the waiting room as he escorted his wife out the exit. As quickly as it had begun, it was over and sadly I went back to the exam room to finish cleaning up. With an air of gloom I went on to the next patient. Later that day, as I was fumbling in my pocket for a pen I found the crumbled card Ken had handed me. It had the name of a local bowling alley and a time scrawled on it. So, he did want to meet with me. I was walking on air the rest of my shift.
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When I arrived home later that afternoon I found my husband had already left for work. He had taken our child to the sitter and had dinner warming in the oven for the two of us. I promptly put the dinner in the refrigerator and called the sitter to see if she would watch the kid until my husband could pick her up, as I had to work a double. I called my husband and repeated the same story and told him to pick up his daughter on the way home, as I might have to stay over.
I than busied myself primping for my date. I was going make this a very special evening for the two of us. I put on my sexiest teddy, jeans and a sweater. I didn’t want to appear as eager as I felt. I set off for the bowling alley after dapping perfume in the appropriate areas to enhance my allure. I didn’t have long to wait before he arrived and asked me if he could show me something in the parking lot. I remembered thinking I had never done it in a car and resigned myself to a first. Imagine my surprise when I noticed he was leading me to a large motor home parked on the edge of the lot. Let me show you my home away from home, Ken said. He opened the door for me and I stepped up into a house on wheels. I could see the kitchen and sitting room to my right and the bathroom and bedroom to the left. He had a queen-sized bed that filled the rear of the motor home.
The door had barely closed behind him before he pulled off my jeans and sweater. He was most impatient with the teddy and simply split it from bust to crotch with one mighty tug. His actions startled me and took my breath away as I stood naked before his gaze. He took but a moment to admire my naked form before scooping me up in his strong arms to carry me willingly to his waiting bed. He kissed me deeply as he carried me. He set me on the edge of the bed and began tearing at his clothing, tossing his shirt aside and dropping his pants to expose his rock hard cock.
I didn’t have long to ponder the enormous size of his tool as he bent to grasp my ankles and lift them above either side of his head, tilting my womanhood up to receive his tool. I felt the head of his cock batter against my hole as it stretched to accommodate his girth. Here there was no foreplay, no pretext, he simply rammed his cock into me. He exerted all his might into each thrust, drawing tears from me as I felt he was tearing me in two. I was gasping for air, tears rolling down my cheeks as he drove his cock so far up me I thought I would gag on it, stretching my cervix as few man ever had.
Finally I felt his pelvis bump against mine and the head of his cock stretch the back of my uterus. He paused for a moment allowing my cervix to adjust to his girth and I realized the exquisite nature of pain turning to pleasure as the juices deep within me flowed to lubricate this beast. Then he began to move, neither gently or with care but in long lunging strokes which shook every bone in my body. He was lost to his animal lust demanding satisfaction and soon I was too. I could not believe being treated so cruelly could be so arousing. Soon I was countering every thrust of his with my own. I soon experienced a rare treat for any woman as his ejaculation triggered first a vaginal and then a clitoral orgasm. My body melted like butter exposed to a heat source and groaned my approval. I thought to rest but had badly underestimated his stamina. His rough hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed them till I thought they would explode.
He turned me over and lifted me on to all fours. Doggie-style after all this? He was still hard? All to soon I had an affirmative answer to my thoughts as I felt his pole explore my virgin ass. What had been uncomfortable before was downright painful now. I tried to roll a way only to have Ken grab my hips and hold me firmly in place. His cock was now burrowing in unfamiliar territory and I winched with each thrust. He reached around my body to insert his fingers in my now raw gash and groped to find my clitoris, which he rubbed coarsely to arouse me. I found his manipulations of my clit crude at best and batted his hand away replacing it with my own.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what my hand was doing over what his cock was doing. I soon aroused myself until I was engulfed in a second clitoral orgasm. Later as we lay in each other’s arms fondling each other’s genitals he asked me how I felt about threesomes I giggled and climbed aboard his massive cock riding it in a slow deliberate fashion. I looked down at him and asked, If you think you can satisfy me and someone else, bring it on! Right here, right now this man had reawakened a sexual passion I had not known since I was very young and I wanted to explore the width and breadth of it, with him. Truthfully I didn’t care, so long as it pleased him.
In the months and years to follow I would share many a bedmate willingly with him. He brought men sometimes and sometimes I brought women. I secretly fell in love with him and he was pleased with me for many years until I got pregnant and he dumped me. I quickly realized the error in judgment I had made and got an abortion. I even brought my sweet sister to his bed in atonement and this pleased him for a time but he had tired of me. At least my husband loved me.
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Another one interesting one - Title : Mr Mole fucks his wife’s best friend. Repeatedly
I was 24, a husband, a new father, and working in a new job in a big city, when a workmate, Terry, became friendly. Our wives quickly became best of friends and spent lots of time together. His wife Rosalyn was also 24, a Bored Suburban Housewife, with a sixyearold child and lots of spare time on schooldays.
She was slim and fit - she exercised a lot - with blue eyes and short blonde hair, a shy smile, slender waist, flat tummy, a tight little bum and surprisingly large breasts. All round, a perfect figure. She seemed quite shy, but had a party trick involving a black wig and a change of personality, when she’d do a most provocative dance to disco/rock music. One day in our kitchen, messing around with my wife, Rosalyn came across the floor on all fours pretending to be a dog. (No, I didn’t ask what was going on.) She was wearing tight bluejeans and a closefitting shirt. I could see down here cleavage. I got a hardon at once, and couldn’t get her out of my mind after that.
A few days later, Terry gave me a ride home from work, and we stopped off at his place for some reason (I think it was to return a book he’d borrowed, but as we’ll see, that was just a pretext). We had a couple of beers, and Rosalyn turned up. Terry suggested she should drive me home, as he’d had too much beer. We went in her Mini. I remember watching her as she drove, her tight body held in tight jeans and sweater, in confident control of her little car as she weaved thru the traffic. I hadn’t seen her flesh beyond hands and face, but I’d seen her shape, and the way she moved, and I wanted her with an ache I hadn’t felt since the summer of Rochelle and Jill.
I don’t know how I did it - I guess the beer helped - but I told her I knew I shouldn’t be talking to her like this but I couldn’t help it, I was thinking about her all the time, I found her painfully attractive, and I desperately wanted to make love to her.
She didn’t respond, and I felt Very Foolish Indeed. But two days later, she phoned me at work, and asked if I’d meet her at lunchtime, she really Needed To Talk To Me. I thought she was going to give me a severe telling off for wanting to cheat on my wife, her best friend.
She picked me up near work in her car, and took me to her apartment, for “a cup of tea and a chat”. She was again wearing her tight blue jeans, this time with a tight knitted sweater. In her kitchen, with the kettle on, she turned to face me and said “do you want to come to bed with me?”.
I felt a sudden thrill rush right thru me. “Yes, more than anything” I answered. She was still standing facing me, without moving. I stepped closer, and took both her hands in mine. Holding her hands out from her sides I moved closer, until my rising dick was pressing against the belt of her jeans, and her breasts were pressed to my chest. Then I enfolded her in my arms and bent my head to hers for our first kiss. She raised her face to meet me and our lips met, and opened, and her tongue found mine. We kissed wetly for a long minute, then she lowered her head, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. My dick was obvious, sticking straight out, kept from rising completely by my pants.
In the bedroom I undressed her slowly, licking and kissing each newly uncovered patch of skin. I found her breasts even bigger than I’d expected, very tight and with the hardest nipples I’d ever sucked. Her tummy was flat though marred by stretchmarks and the scar of a cesarean.
The cesarean scar was actually good news - it meant she’d never had her pussy stretched by childbirth - and my dick jumped when I realised what this meant. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her panties and slipped them down.
That’s when I had the best surprise of the day, as I uncovered her pussy. She was wetter than I could even imagine, soaking with lovejuice, and the warm smell of her sex made my head feel light.
She tried to apologise for her wetness, saying she always got really wet and hoped I didn’t mind. For an answer, I pushed her softly back onto the bed, knelt between her knees, opened her legs wide and lowered my open mouth directly onto her pussy. With my two hands I spread her lower lips and plastered down the soaking curls of her pubes, then I clamped my lips over her entire cunt, and sucked. I lapped my tongue up and down, and pushed it in as deep as I could, and sucked and swallowed, drinking her juices. I found her clit, almost like a secret third nipple, and sucked it and flicked it with the tip of my tongue.
She bucked and humped my face, holding my head in her two hands, and pressing herself against my mouth, she came very quickly with a long shudder, more lovejuice flowed, and I greedily drank it in.
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Her juices were running down my chin as she helped me out of my clothes. My dick was as hard as a bone, and leaking a long dribble of precum, and I told her I’d have to fuck her twice, because I wouldn’t be able to hold on long enough the first time. I think she liked that, for she pulled me down on top of her, opening her legs and wrapping them around my waist, and my dick slid right into her warm wet cunt. She clenched her cuntmuscles, and they grabbed my dick like an oiled fist. As she thrust against me her cunt felt as strong as a hand wanking me, resistance was impossible and I shot my load almost straight away, pumping spurt after spurt up into the tightest, wettest cunt I’d ever known.
I was very glad I’d given her advance warning, and she didn’t seem to mind at all. I lay beside her stroking her marvellous breasts and teasing her nipples while she played with my softening penis until it was ready for another go. (“I like it when its soft” she told me. Then she quickly added “I like it when its hard too”). Our second fuck lasted much longer, I was on that plateau of pleasure where I could enjoy all the feeling in my hard dick without tipping over the edge into orgasm, and kept on thrusting hard and deep as orgasm after orgasm swept over her in surprisingly rapid succession. Eventually I felt my second load start to rise into my dick, it seemed to grow even bigger and harder as I kept on fucking at the same steady pace, with my hands clasping her ass cheeks and my mouth kissing her face, her lips, her ear, or sucking on her nipple, until the feeling again washed over my whole body and squirted out of me at the top of each stroke - one, two, three, four, five hefty squirts, I swear I could feel the recoil, then I’m freewheeling to the finish, still moving in and out, but she’s gone all relaxed and my cock has nothing more to release, my strokes get slower and shorter until I stop and slide out of her. A great slurry of our mixed juices comes out with my cock and trickles down the crack over her asshole and adds itself to the already large soggy patch on the sheet. Her inner thighs are soaking, my pubic hair is all matted and sodden, and my softening cock is slimy and tingling. I collapse beside her and kiss her softly on the lips. She takes my cock in her hand and slowly wanks out my last few drops of cum onto her thigh, then rubs it in with the head of my dick.
Before I can doze off, she leads me to the shower, where we rinse our juices off each other. Then I’m dressed, and she’s driving me back to work. I can’t remember if we even spoke on that ride. I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting dazed at my desk. Terry’s desk was nearby in the same open-plan area. I tried to avoid him, I was anxious that he’d notice something, but it turned out that he already knew all about it - he’d set me up, getting Rosalyn to give me that lift home. It seems it was payoff to Rosalyn for his swinging activities, when he’d fuck the daylights out of almost anyone else’s wife at the frequent parties they attended on their weekend trips to their old hometown.
As far as I knew, he never tried to fuck my wife - not that I’d have cared. I was addicted to Rosalyn, and wanted to fuck her whenever I could, which wasn’t nearly often enough.
The day after our first fuck, I phoned her at home - from a phone booth outside work - and we cooked up a plan to meet the next week. I took a day off work, telling my wife I was going to job interviews downtown, and before 9AM I was on Rosalyn’s doorstep, dressed in my interview suit. She opened the door to me wearing a long dressing-gown. As she closed the door, she turned to me, letting the robe fall open. She was naked underneath. I was hard already, in fact I’d gotten hard as I climbed the steps to her front door, thinking about how we would spend the morning.
I embraced her naked body inside the robe, and she pressed her pubes against my thigh. “Let me get out of this suit” I said, not wanting to explain to my wife why my suit pants smelled of pussy. In the bedroom I quickly undressed, draping my clothes over a chair, then turned naked to her. She still had the robe on, hanging open, and I returned to wrap my arms around her and press my skin against hers, flattening my throbbing erection against her tummy.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pubes, licking at her already soggy slit. She was the wettest woman I’ve ever fucked, before or since, and she orgasmed oh so easily. This was our second time, and we were already creating a pattern that we would repeat whenever we could.
First I’d eat her until she’d cum. Then I’d fuck her until she’d cum. Then we’d 69, while I lapped up the flood from her last orgasm, and she tasted her own juices on my cock. If that didn’t make her cum again, we’d turn round and fuck until she did. Sometimes for a finale she’d cum one more time just as I was losing it and shooting my load deep into her cunt.
Today we had time to spare, 6 hours, and she told me not to even try to hold back, we had time to do it again. She climbed astride me and lowered herself onto my dick, and sitting up, fucked me so relentlessly I had no choice, it felt like her pussy was sucking the cum right up from my balls, and I squirted it into her within a minute. She was really soaking now, with my cum mixing with her lovejuice dripping from her pussy. She lay back naked on the bed while I took the time to really explore her, probing with fingers and tongue, and admiring the beauty that was her pussy, open like an orchid before me, with the swollen outer lips, the tiny peehole, the little hooded button of her clitoris, and the oh-so-tight inner tunnel. That’s when I first tasted my own cum, mixed into an erotic cocktail with hers. She was playing gently with my sleeping dick, and very soon we both felt it start to stiffen again. She worked it some more with her hand, until it was fully awake.
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She was lying back with her legs apart, and I climbed over her on hands and knees, one knee between her thighs, just touching her pussylips. I sat back on her leg, and let my butt cheeks relax. I brought my asshole down onto her knee - it seemed such an erotic thing to do - and moved my pelvis back and forth, so I was rubbing my asshole up and down her leg. She moaned and said “You do such sexy things…”, and again took hold of my dick. I continued the thrusting motion, so now I was fucking her hand while rubbing my asshole back and forth on her knee. That was too much for her, she pulled my cock towards her pussy, and I went with her until it slid smoothly back inside.
This time I fucked at least 3 orgasms out of her without pause, while she clasped my buttocks and tapped a fingertip on my asshole. Then she rolled me over and sat up on top again so she could do the fucking. She increased the pace and it became an aerobic workout, she rode me hard, with her hair flying about her face and sweat running down between her tits, and her hips bucking back and forth as she came and came and came. Her wetness ran down my balls to my asshole, and spread out over my thighs and up my belly as she alternated between bouncing and grinding on my dick. Her breasts were bouncing freely, and I held up a hand and let her nipple flick against my palm as it bounced. This sent her off again, and she accelerated, getting red in the face, as she forced herself to another climax.
We must have fallen asleep about noon, waking a couple of hours later with just enough time left for me to shower, dress and leave before she had to go pick up her kid from school.
I moved to another job, another city, but still we tried to get together when we could. We sent each other steamy letters. I got mine at work, and would take them straight away to the mens room to read and wank, as she told me how much she wanted to suck my cock or ride my tongue. I’d write back to her, sometimes wanking off over the letter and sealing it with my cum. In our letters we described what we’d do the next time, and it was in one of those letters that I told her I wanted to fuck her in the ass.
Once we found the chance to steal a whole weekend. I flew in and she met me at the airport. We sat in the arrivals lounge cuddling, and I fondled her breasts until she told me she wanted to cum and to get her out of there. We had a hotel near the airport, and we were all over each other as soon as we had the door closed behind us. Finally we had to pause for breath - we were both naked, she on her back and me on top with my cock all the way up her, and our pubic bones pressed together - she asked if I still wanted to fuck her in the ass.
So we spread towels on the bed, and she turned over and presented her gorgeous ass to me. I entered her doggy-style, getting my cock well lubricated by her pussy juice, then slipped it out and started sliding it up and down her crack, spreading the juice over the little bud of her asshole. Gradually I probed her anus with the head of my dick until, quite suddenly, it gave way and the head of my dick sort of popped inside, with the tight ring of her anus gripping me just behind the helmet. God but it was tight. I’d never fucked a virgin, and I’d never fucked an asshole. I’ve no idea if I was fucking a virgin asshole, and in the heat of the moment I forgot to ask.
Once it was in, she pushed her butt against me and we moved slowly in very short strokes, working it gradually deeper until I had it all the way up her. She was moaning, saying “yes, it IS sexy, it IS sexy..”. I brought it nearly all the way out, and slowly back in, deep, and as I realised what I was doing (“I’m fucking her asshole”), I felt the pulse throbbing in my dick and my balls tightened up and sent surge after surge of cum into her shithole. When I took it out, I could smell her shit on my dick.
I reckon anal is only popular in porn because you can’t smell it.
We headed for the shower and cleaned each other up very thoroughly. By the time we’d dried off we were ready for more fucking, and this time my dick stayed hard without cumming for ages, long enough for her to cum again and again until the bed had several soggy patches. Each time she’d cum, I’d go down and taste her pussy, pushing my face deep into her and my tongue as far as it would go inside, then coming out to lick and slurp around her clit. She’d buck against me and sometimes cum on my face, or demand I finish her off with my dick. After tasting her cunt, I’d kiss her deep and she’d drink in her own juices. I loved to kiss her deep as I thrust my cock into her, then reverse and push my wet cock into her mouth and taste her cunt at the same time, then reverse again and put my tongue where my cock had been a moment before. But for all the turning around, I always managed to cum inside her cunt. She told me she loved to feel it squirting inside her, and so did I.
We never did anal again, but I’m glad we did it that once.
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Another stolen weekend, and we managed as well to have a couple of tabs of acid (this was the 70’s).
We spent the entire weekend locked together cock-in-cunt, even between fucks when my dick went soft, we still kept it inside as best we could, living on room-service meals we ate while she sat astride me with my cock inside her once again. I don’t think we ever finished a meal before the lust took over. As soon as she felt me hardening inside her there was no stopping till she’d made one or both of us cum.
One time she visited my hometown, as my wife’s guest - they were the best of friends and I’ve no idea how much my wife knew about us.
I contrived a day’s hiking in the hills, and Rosalyn contrived to walk part way with me. We got into the wooded foothills, where I’d spent my boyhood days roaming and thinking about girls. In a quiet spot she said she’d love to strip for me, but was nervous about being spotted. It was a holiday, and the foresters weren’t working, but she couldn’t be persuaded. In a sheltered hollow she agreed to take off her jeans, I took off mine and we fucked standing up against a tree. She walked back into town, and I found a cosy spot to rest before I could walk back, after allegedly tramping the hills for the day.
Another weekend we were guests at a friend’s home in the country. Rosalyn was there as my wife’s companion, and having Rosalyn nearby but not fuckable was such a frustration.
Next day I found an excuse to wander off alone across the fields. By arrangement, I met Rosalyn behind a small hillock - just a mound really, no bigger than a large hut - out of sight of the house. No time for undressing, but we urgently needed to fuck. She quickly pulled down her jeans to her ankles and I pulled mine down far enough to release my dick, and we fucked like that on the mossy ground, a hard fast fuck that took us both rapidly to a simultaneous orgasm. A quick hug after we’d pulled up our pants again, and off to make our separate ways back to the house for dinner.
It was ages before I saw her again, it was over a year since our first time, and it was to be our last.
My work sent me for a few days to a place just a few hours drive from her, and supplied me with a car.
I phoned her and she told me Terry was out of town for the week. I suggested she put on something sexy when she went to bed, and leave out a key for me. After work I drove like a madman - the song “I drove all night” springs to mind when I recall that night - and very late came to her door. She was wearing one of my shirts, supplied to Terry by my wife sometime before - and nothing else. I’d kind of hoped for stockings and suspenders, or some sexy lingerie, but if she found my old shirt sexy, I couldn’t complain. I remember most clearly fucking her doggystyle, with her head on the pillow and the shirt flung up over her shoulders. From behind, with the stretchmarks out of sight, she was as gorgeous as any centerfold model, and that was my last sexual sight of her as we reached our final orgasms. At 5AM I had to go, to drive all the way back, and show up at work in desperate need of coffee. Nobody mentioned the excess miles on the rental car.
That was our last time. Not that we broke up, or fell out, or had enough, just changes of address and other distractions meant we parted company, never to meet again. We never spoke of love, and we never tried to get into each other’s hearts or lives, it was enough to be able to get into each other’s pants. It was pure lust.
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