Ok here’s one short story to start - Title : My aunt and my little boy cousin . Enjoy !!!
When I’d just turned 13 year’s old, I was told that I had to start babysitting my little boy cousin, Bobby and needless to say, I rebelled at the thought of it but was made to do it anyway.
Bobby had just turned 2 year’s old and he was still wearing diaper’s because he hadn’t been potty trained yet and since that meant that I was gonna have to change him, I didn’t know if I could do it or not.
Believe it or not I’d never watched anybody changing a baby before, so when my step-aunt, Kelly, took me into the bedroom with her, made him get up onto the bed so she could show me how to do it, I had no idea on how to go about it.
Standing there behind her and watching as she undid the front of his wet diaper and slowly peeled it down, did something strange inside of me and I found myself getting all embarrassed when his tiny little cock came into view. I wasn’t embarrassed because she was showing me his tiny little cock, I was embarrassed because I could feel myself getting a boner, from just standing there looking at it and I didn’t know why.
" Now see Billy, after you get it all opened up like this and wipe him off, then all you have to do is to get him to raise his little leg’s up for you, pull the diaper out from under him and while your holding his little leg’s up, he’ll let you slide another one in, down underneath him.
If it would have been that easy, I could have done it but it wasn’t, believe me. Because while she was talking to me and wiping him off with the little wet towel that she’d brought into the bedroom with her, he’d gotten a little boner for her, while she was wiping on it and I couldn’t stop looking at it.
When she saw me looking at it, she started laughing and said, " Oh yes, I forgot to tell you about that." " Sometimes when I’m holding onto it and wiping it off, he get’s a little boner and I just try and ignore it." " Besides, I don’t think that he really wants to do anything with it, do you Billy?"
I was shocked when she asked me that, because even though he may not have wanted to do anything with her sexually, I sure did. Because even though she wasn’t really a woman yet, she was only 19 year’s old, my aunt Kelly was one of the finest looking woman that I’d ever seen, believe me.
" Are you ok Billy?"
" Huh, oh yeah, I’m ok."
" Are you sure, do you think that you can do it for me?"
" I guess so."
" Here, you wanna practice?"
" Practice?"
" Uh huh."
" No, that’s ok."
" No, come on Billy, I wanna watch ya and make sure you can do it."
I felt so strange inside as I watched her putting his little diaper back together and then step back away from him, as she waited for me to change it for him.
The fear, yes fear ,that was going through me, as I bent down over him, unsnapped first one side and then the other side of his little diaper, was unreal. But what happened next scared me even more. Because as soon as I’d gotten both sides of it unsnapped and slowly peeled the front of it down, once again exposing his tiny little cock and nut-sac to me, I had an overwhelming urge to bend down to it and suck on it and I don’t even know where that one came from. Believe me.
" Come on Billy, you can do it, just take ahold of it and wipe it off."
Even I noticed the way my hand was shaking, as I reached over, picked up the little wet towel and cautiously started dabbing at it."
" No Billy, you have to take ahold of it, like I showed you, otherwise you won’t get it all of it clean for him."
Even my cousin Bobby was laying there, looking at me funny, like he was daring me to do it, when I finally reached over, took ahold of his little tiny boner and started wiping on it, like she’d shown me earlier.
" That’s it, wipe it good Billy, get it clean, he likes it when ya do that, don’t ya Bobby."
It felt so strange, yes strange, to be holding onto boy’s little boner and feeling it getting harder and harder, in my hand. Even though it was only about 1 or 1 1/2 inches long, it was still a boner that I had my hand on and when I felt myself starting to get warm inside, I had to let go of it.
As soon as I’d let go of it, a huge and I do mean huge stream of warm salty pee shot up out of the end of it, straight up onto the air almost 2 feet, splashed against my face because I was still bending down over it, before slowly dropping back down onto his little belly.
The little squeal that came out of my step-aunt Kelly was unreal, as she stood there laughing at me because I was in total shock about what had just happened and I couldn’t even move away from it.
" Oh, Oh, I’m sorry Billy, he didn’t mean it, honest." " Here, come into the bathroom with me and let me wash your face off."
I couldn’t believe how gentle she was, as she kept dabbing the warm soft wet wash rag all over my face and got the strangest look on her face, while she was doing it.
" He peed Billy, he peed all over your face, did ya like it?"
I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me, why would anybody like to have someone peeing on them.
" I didn’t like it the first few times he did it to me either, Billy but eventually I did and I started looking forward to having him do it again, just so I could feel the warmth of it and yes, even taste the saltiness of it." " Does that shock you Billy, that I like the taste of a boy’s pee?"
" I don’t know."
" Can I taste your’s Billy, can I taste your pee?"
" Now?"
" Uh huh."
" Nooo, I don’t think so."
" Please."
" No aunt Kelly, that sounds nasty."
" I know Billy and that’s why I like doing it, I like being nasty." " Don’t you like being nasty with the little girl’s at school Billy?"
" I guess so."
" Please, please Billy, I won’t ever bother you again, just let me taste it this one time,ok?
When she saw that I couldn’t answer her and that I was standing there really thinking about it, she knew that she had me, as she took ahold of my hand and led me over to the white toilet.
I don’t know why it gave me a feeling of power, as she knelt down beside the white toilet, reached out and started un-buttoning my levis for me but it did.
The embarrassment that I felt, as I stood there and watched her reach inside, grab ahold of my little boner and pull it out was unreal. Yes, I had a boner alright but it was still the same little boner that started up when I was looking down at Bobby’s little boner earlier and wanted to suck on it and I felt guilty about still having it, I don’t know why.
" Oh Billy, you’ve got a nice one, pee for me Billy, pee for me."
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It felt so weird to have someone else in the bathroom with me, watching me, as I took ahold of it, pointed it down at the white toilet bowl and watched as the first little squirt of warm pee shot out of the end of it. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
" Oh Billyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS……..SSSSSSSSSSSS
" Oh baby, that’s it, pee for me."
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
It wasn’t until I’d finally quit peeing, that I found out what she really wanted to do with it and it shocked me.
I’d just finished peeing and I was still standing there milking the last few drops out of the end of it, so they wouldn’t end up down in my underwear, when I saw what looked like a little shiver go through her and that’s when it happened.
After the little shiver went through her, she reached out, took ahold of it, leaned forward, slipped her warm mouth down over the end of it and sucked the last few drops of my pee, out of the end of it.
" Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, what are you doing?"
" Shhh baby, just let me do it."
Once again that same feeling of power came over me, as I looked down and watched my aunt, Kelly, sucking what was left of my warm pee, out of the end of my little cock and that’s when I felt myself getting another boner again.
Gulp/gulp
" Uh huh, uh huh, suck it aunt Kelly, suck it."
Slurp/slurp………………………..slurp/slurp………………………….." Umm."
I could feel her warm soft tongue trying to wrap itself around my young stiff boner, as I moved it in and out, slow at first but getting faster and faster, the longer I did it.
In/out…………………….In/out……………………………In/out…In/out..In/out
" Umm, Umm,"…Slurp/slurp…..Slurp/slurp……….." Do it Billy, do it."
I didn’t wanna cum yet, but looking down into her pretty green eye’s, as she looked up at me and more or less begged me to do it, was way to much for me to handle and the next thing I knew, I could feel my little warm nut-sac drawing up and all at once my little cock started squirting, again and again and again.
Squirt…" Aghhh “…..Squirt…” Aghhh “……….Squirt/squirt..” Aghhh."
Gulp………………………………Gulp…… …………………………….Gulp/gulp
" That’s it, cum for me baby, cum for me." Slurp/slurp…Slurp/slurp
Squirt…….." Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Gulp
Even though I was already through cuming, I could still feel her warm tight mouth and tiny little pink tongue caressing the end of my little boner and trying to coax the last little bit of it out of me.
When she finally figured out that she’d gotten it all she pulled away from it, letting my now limp cock, slide slowly from her warm, now open mouth, stood up and without even saying a word to me, calmly went back into the bedroom and finished changing my little boy cousin Bobby.
I don’t know how long I stood there, with my little cock still hanging out, before I finally put it away and left the bathroom.
It wasn’t until the next morning, when she caught me in the hallway with my morning pee boner sticking up, that I found out just how much she really needed it, as she pulled it out and started sucking on it, right there in the hallway.
I could hear my uncle’s electric razor, as it hummed in the bathroom, so, I wasn’t to afraid of us getting caught but then all at once it stopped humming and just as I was pushing her away from me, he yelled out, " Is breakfast ready yet " and after she’d let out a tiny little moan, she yelled back, " Not yet, take your time honey, I’m just getting started with it."
" Oh, ok." Buzzzzzzzz
The End !!!
Now for a quite long story - Title : Cindy And Mark . Enjoy !!!
My name is Mark, and I am a 45 year old divorcee with no kids. I am a consultant with a contractor based in Washington, D.C. My work occasionally requires me to travel to customer sites. Recently, I was required to travel to New York City several times over the span of a month. That’s when I met Cindy. Cindy was about my age, and a flight attendant on a D.C. to New York commuter airline. During the many trips, we became quite friendly as we discussed work, family, music we both liked, sports, and other light topics. I learned she was a widow, her husband having died of cancer five years ago.
This particular Friday night, we flew back to D.C. in a thunderstorm with pouring rain. After departing the plane, I learned my baggage hadn’t made the flight, but the airline would deliver it to my home the following day. Then when I walked to the parking lot, my car wouldn’t start. Upon calling the motor club, they told me they couldn’t get to me for several hours because of all the emergency calls already backed up. They suggested I stay over night in a nearby motel and they would get to my car the next morning.
As I was standing at the exit of the terminal, along came Cindy, dragging her rolling carryon behind her. She saw I was soaked from the rain and asked what was wrong. After telling her of my delayed baggage and car problems, I said I was now trying to find a motel room. Cindy hesitated for a moment, and then asked if I wanted to spend the night in her place, since her roommate was on a four day holiday if the Bahamas. Remembering how neat and trim she looked in her uniform, I quickly agreed. She said the apartment complex where she lived near the airport provided shuttle service to the airport and she had already called them. The shuttle arrived and transported us to her apartment building, and we ascended up to her apartment. A quick look around revealed the apartment to be immaculate, but comfortable. As she wondered what we would eat, I mentioned that I had seen a Chinese restaurant across the street, and offered to go get takeout food, since I was already soaked. She agreed.
I went down and got the food, and since there was a liquor store next door, went in and got two bottles of wine. When I got back upstairs, Cindy had changed into sweat pants and top, and since her hair was wet, probably taken a quick shower. While she was setting the table, I went into the bathroom and changed into an old t-shirt and pair of shorts she had found for me. We opened the wine and had a couple of glasses with the dinner and talked continuously. After dinner, she asked if I wanted to watch television, but I said I just preferred to sit and listen to some music. So she started a fire in her gas fireplace, started a couple of albums, and we sat on pillows in front of the fireplace, drinking wine and talking. She told me about her son and daughter living in Atlanta, and I told her about my house with a dog and horse on eight acres 40 miles west of Washington. I learned that Cindy had been a flight attendant when she was in her twenties, then quit to raise her children, and then was contacted about this job two years ago. We talked and laughed for about an hour, when she said the warmth of the wine and fireplace was getting to her, and she was going to change out of her heavy sweat clothes.
She came out of her bedroom shortly in a white satin tank top that came just below her breasts, and a pair of matching satin short pants that looked like they were the bottoms to baby doll pajamas. She turned out the lights so there was only the light from the fireplace. She lay down on the pillows next to me and laid her head in my lap facing he fireplace. I noticed that the tank top had slipped up and one nipple was peeking out from under the fabric. As we listened to the music, she turned her head toward my face and said, “Oh! Oh! My pillow has a lump growing in it.”
I said, “It’s your fault. You have one perky little nipple staring at me.”
She laughed and sat up and lifted her tank top up saying, “Actually I have two perky nipples. See?” And she dropped the top.
I replied, “I didn’t get a good look, but they don’t appear to be the breasts of a forty- something woman with two kids.”
She laughed and said, “I was depressed about three years after my husband died, and my daughter suggested I get a boob job to bolster my spirits. I little nip here, a little tuck there, and these are the result. If you play your cards right, you might get a better look later.” And with that, she placed her hands against my chest and pushed me back down on the pillows. She then began to kiss my lips in a soft sensuous way, barely touching my lips.
After a few minutes of this, I decided it was my turn to take the initiative. I slid my hands on each side of her chest and rolled her over on her back and wound up lying between her legs. I continued to kiss her in this soft way that she seemed to like, only lightly touching her lips. I moved from her lips to her ear, then down the side of her neck, to the hollow in the front of her neck I noticed her breathing was becoming more heavy, so I moved down to her breasts, which had become uncovered when we rolled over.
I licked the nipple, swirling my tongue around it. Then I sucked the whole of the breast into my mouth, still rolling my tongue around the nipple. When I felt the nipple get hard, I slid over to the other breast and did the same to that one. In the meantime, I looked up at her face and found her eyes closed and her arms stretched about her head in total relaxation. With both nipples hard, I now slid my tongue down her chest and circled her belly button, licking her belly below her navel. I slipped my fingers along each side of the satin pants and looked up at her questioningly. She opened her eyes, nodded, and raised her hips off the pillows. I slid the panties down off her legs and she kicked them to one side. I saw that she had a narrow strip of light brown hair leading down to her pussy.
I let my tongue drag down the strip of hair to the top of her pussy. I could smell fragrant dusting powder, such as she might have applied after her shower. I then licked her pussy from top to bottom and back up again. I did this a second time, this time thrusting my tongue between her pussy lips and licking her clit. I immediately felt an involuntary shudder go through her body. I took my tongue and twirled it around her clit several times as she drew her legs up to change the angle of her pelvis. I felt her pussy get wet and knew her juices were flowing well. I licked her clit for a couple of more minutes. Then I decided to change approach. I took my finger and slid it into her pussy. I moved it in and out several times. I reached up inside toward the front of her vagina trying to find her “G” spot. After fingering her for a few minutes, she said (with her eyes still closed), “Let’s go back to plan ‘A’”. I smiled, withdrew my finger, and lowered my mouth to her pussy and began to lick and suck her clit. Soon I felt her body tense up.
She raised her hips off the pillows as I continued to lick. I felt her body jerk as in a convulsion and knew she was having a great orgasm. After a while, she dropped her hips and I stopped licking, raised up on my elbows and smiled at her. Her eyes were still closed. She then opened her eyes and smiled back at me. She sat up and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. Then I grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head. I stood up and took off my shorts and lay back down on top of her. She reached up and took hold of my upper arms and pulled me up toward her face. As I began kissing her lips, she reached down and guided my erect penis toward the opening of her pussy.
I slowly slid my penis into her opening, continuing to kiss her lips. As I stopped kissing, I began to fondle her breasts as I continued thrusting. After a few thrusts, I noticed she was raising her pelvis as I thrust in, and pushing her pelvis down as I pulled out. I realized she was trying to get a better angle where my penis was rubbing her clit. So I began leaning more forward as I withdrew.
She smiled and said, “That’s good”. We continued this way for about five minutes, and I began to feel her body tense up again. She said, “Hurry”, and I began to thrust faster. Soon she began arching her back as she climaxed again, and grabbed me and pulled me down against her chest. I could feel her hard nipples pushing into my chest. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gave in and let my sperm and semen shoot into her pussy. I let out several moans of delight as my penis kept shooting into her pussy. As it ended, she continued to hold her arms around me tightly with the smile of a satisfied lover on her lips. As I raised myself into a cobra position, I asker her, “Are you enjoying this?”
She replied, “With great pleasure. Why do you ask?” I said, “Because you don’t make any noise when you climax.”
She said, “Maybe it’s because of too many years of making love with two kids in the next room, or maybe it’s because I don’t want to scare you!”
We laughed and I kissed her again as I rolled off her. We got up and she led me, hand in hand, to the bathroom, where we washed up. Then we walked hand in hand to her bed, and curled up naked under the covers.
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As I started drifting off to sleep, I asked her, “Are you on the pill?” She replied, “It’s a little late to be asking that, isn’t it? And the answer is ‘No’”. I thought, Oh shit! I wonder if she still gets her period? Then giggling impishly, she said, “But I did have my tubes tied after my second child. And I have been tested for STD’s and found clean. How about you?” I responded, “I was tested after my last relationship and found clean also. In fact, I’ve never had an STD my whole life!” She said, “That’s good”, snuggled closer, and we drifted off to sleep.
Sometime during the night, I awoke to feel a hand running through the hair on my chest. After finally remembering where I was, I turned to face Cindy and kissed her smiling face. We kissed a couple more times and I started playing with her breasts. Her hand dropped to my penis and began to rub it back and forth. This continued until my penis became hard and erect. Satisfied she had achieved her goal, Cindy threw back the covers and rolled on top of me, straddling my body. She raised her self up until she was poised over my erect penis, and lowered herself down, guiding my penis into her pussy.
This time I just lay there and she began riding up and down on my penis. Gradually she began to lay back and I realized she was again searching for just the right position to have my penis rub her clit. I reached down and began to rub her clit as she was riding up and down. It wasn’t long before we both began to breathe heavy. I could feel her pussy was wet and the pressure in my groin began to grow. Gradually, she began to pump faster and I knew she was getting close. Then she screamed, “Oh my God! Oh my God!”, and began a series of throaty moans. Realizing she had achieved her climax took me over the edge, and I began shooting my semen up into her, with my moans matching hers. As the orgasm died down, she collapsed on my chest, smiled and said, “Was that enough noise for you?” We both laughed as she rolled off and we curled up to go to sleep with her head on my chest.
The next thing I remember was her kissing me on the lips and saying, “Wake up sleepy head. It’s time to get up.” I opened my eyes and the sun was shining brightly through the windows. She said, “Why don’t you take a shower while I make coffee?” That sounded like a winner to me, so I rolled out of bed and plodded toward the stall shower. She headed to the kitchen.
I had just gotten the water temperature adjusted to my liking when the door opened and she stepped in. We soaped each other down and washed each other like a couple of kids on their honeymoon. I rubbed the soap all around her breasts and up and down her pussy. Then I washed her back. She turned around and washed my penis, pulling on it with the soapy wash rag. Then we rinsed off and stepped out to dry off. She toweled me down as I wiped her off. She seemed to take an especially long time drying off my penis, with several vigorous wipes.
I took my time wiping her breasts, and checking them out. This was the first time I had got a good look in daylight. They were a full “C” cup, perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. The nipples stood pointing out – there was no sag. She noticed my look and asked, “How do you like them?” I said, “They look great! Like a teenagers. And they seem to have the sensitivity of a teenager’s, too. I also love the trim job on the bush!” Then she dropped the towel and threw her arms around my neck. She pressed her naked body against mine, with her pubic mound pressed hard against my penis and her breasts hard against my chest. And then she kissed me. This time the kiss was not soft; instead it was hard and demanding, with her thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
After our tongues danced together for a couple of minutes, I realized was that my penis was again getting hard. She noticed it too, and knelt down in front of me, taking the head of my penis into her mouth. Slowly she began to move her head back and forth over my penis, running her tongue over the head. Knowing that after I came, I would be unable to satisfy her again, I stopped her. She looked up at me surprised. I said simply, “69”. She understood, nodded, got up, and we walked back to the bedroom.
I had her lay down on her back and I climbed on top facing her feet. I began to lick her pussy and felt her grasp my penis in her hand. She pulled it toward her and took it in her mouth. I parted the lips of her vagina with my hands and began licking her clit. I could feel her head bobbing up and down on my erection. About every second or third stroke, she would hesitate and run her tongue around the super sensitive glands in the head of my penis. I took my cue from her and began to run my tongue in circles around her clit. I realized I did not have as much control as the previous night when I was laying between her legs, but her action on my penis made me ignore any thought of change.
Soon I felt her take my penis out of her mouth and just rub it up and down with her hand. I kept licking her clit and I could tell she was excited from the wetness. The next thing I realized was her body getting tense and her screaming, “Oh my God, I’m coming again. Oh my God, Oh, OOOHHH.” Her whole body shook and the juices poured out of her pussy. Her orgasm continued for several seconds while she squeezed my penis so hard I thought she might break it.
Then as her orgasm died down, I licked the juices off her pussy and she put my penis back into her mouth. Now she went after her sucking with vigor. I soon felt my orgasm coming and I emptied into her mouth. I fell on her legs out of exhaustion. I heard her say, “How was that?” I replied, “Fantastic! Out of this world! The best ever!” I wanted her to be pleased in case this opportunity ever came up again!
We sat up on the bed and kissed again. I could taste my cum in her mouth. We went in to the bath room, washed up, and got dressed. We then went into the kitchen where she fixed breakfast. After breakfast, I called the motor club, who said they would meet me in the parking lot in 45 minutes. She called the apartment complex transportation office and arranged for them to take me back to the airport. As I was ready to leave, I asked her when her next 3 or 4 day break from work was.
She said, “In about a month. Why?” I asked her if she would like to spend it on my place in Virginia? She looked up at me with her mischievous eyes and replied, “I’d like that very much! I get along great with horses and dogs.” We both laughed at the obvious omission to any reference to me. I hugged her and kissed her again, starting our in that soft sensuous way she liked. It gradually became more intense, with tongues dancing together and her pushing her pussy against my groin. Soon my penis was starting to get hard. She knew it, broke off the kiss, and said, “There! That’ll give you something to look forward to for our next meeting!” I spun her around and gave her a smack on the butt and heard her give a surprise exclamation of “Oh!” I heard her laugh and yell, “Promises, Promises!” as I walked out the door.
Cindy and I remained friends as we continued to commute back and forth between New York and Washington D.C., – I as a passenger and she as a flight attendant. Occasionally we would have dinner together, and possibly a hug and kiss; but no sex like that first night during the rainstorm. About three weeks after that first romantic evening, we were flying back from NY to Washington, and she asked me to come back to the plane’s galley. As I got there, I noticed the other flight attendant working at the other counter with a big smile on her face, and I wondered what was up.
Cindy said to me, “Is that invitation to spend a couple days at your place still open?”
I replied, “You bet it is. I’m available anytime you are!”
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She said, “I have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off this weekend. My last flight arrives back at D.C. around 6 PM Thursday.”
I said, “That’s great! I’ll call my office and tell them I’m going to take Friday off. Can I pick you up Thursday evening?”
“That will work out fine. Pick me up around 7 PM. That’s give me a chance to get to my apartment and throw some things together.”
I glanced at the other flight attendant and she winked at Cindy like it was a plan that was coming together.
Thursday afternoon, I called the airline and confirmed that her flight was on time. I then stopped and picked up a couple bottles of wine and waited around until 7. I arrived at her apartment building right on time. I rang her apartment and she answered saying, “I’ll be right down.” As she descended from the elevator, I met her at the door. She gave me a hug and a long kiss, which seemed to set the tone for the evening. She was wearing a short dress which came about three inches above the knee and a complementing jacket.
I opened the door of the SUV for her and she slid onto the seat, flashing me a lot of pink thigh and a mischievous grin. I drove out the Parkway, on to the Beltway, and then onto the Interstate heading west. We talked like two people that hadn’t seen each other in years, instead of just a few days. The conversation was continuous. After we got about 30 miles from the city, I exited the Interstate and turned onto a secondary road. Shortly, I pulled into this old stone farmhouse that had been converted into a restaurant. We got out and I escorted her into the restaurant. When we were seated, she slipped off her jacket and revealed the top of the dress. It had thin straps, and was low cut, and it appeared that she did not have a bra on. Then I remembered that she had previously told me about her boob job and having her breasts lifted.
As I looked closer, I could see the nipples poking forward under the material. I then wondered whether she was wearing any panties. As if she was reading my mind, she said with a devilish grin, “No. I’m not wearing any underwear.” I was surprised by her remark; but I became excited also. I could hardly wait to check it out for myself!
The meal was delicious and romantic, with candlelight and wine, and we continued to talk through each course. Finally the meal was over, I paid the check and we went out to the car. I opened the door for her, watched as she slid onto the seat, and leaned in to kiss her. I dropped my hand down between her legs and slid it up along her thigh under her dress. She guessed what was going on, and spread her legs slightly. Sure enough, my hand rubbed against the hair above her pussy. She broke off the kiss, laughed, and said, “Are you happy now?”
I responded with, “Not as happy as I’m going to be later!”, and we both laughed. I closed her door and went around to the driver’s side and got in. A few miles down the road I pulled into the driveway of my place. My golden retriever, who obviously knew the sound of my vehicle, came bounding down the driveway to meet us. He rushed up to meet me as I got out of my side and went around the SUV to open Cindy’s door. As she got out, the dog backed away upon seeing someone new. But Cindy was equal to the situation. She opened her pocketbook and took out a dog biscuit, gave it to the dog, and they were instant life long friends. I said, “I wonder if I sat up and begged, if I would get a treat.” She replied, “Your treat comes later.”
We went into the house and I put the dog in the den. I reached for Cindy and she came into my arms. She started with the soft kiss, barely touching my lips. I kissed her back, but took my hand and lightly caressed her breast. She said, “A little anxious, aren’t we.” But at the same time, she reached down and began massaging my penis.
I said, “You’re right. Let’s have some wine and relax.” I put on a couple of our favorite CDs and we sat down on the couch. We talked for about a half hour when she started to lay down, and then stopped and said, I’m going to change so I don’t wrinkle my dress.” I showed her around the house. She took her carry-on into the bedroom, and came out 15 minutes later in a black see-through nightgown with black bikini pants. I said, “Now that’s my idea of comfortable clothes.” She came back to the couch and curled up in my arms, and started kissing me.
I returned her tender kisses, but slid my hand under the top and caressed her breast. Our tongues started doing a dance together, and I slid my hand down inside her bikini pants. I felt the brown strip of hair I remembered and gently began to rub her pussy below it. She shifted on the couch so that her upper body was still in my arms, but her legs were stretched out on the couch. She gradually spread her legs and I could feel her pussy getting wet as I rubbed. I took the liquid from her pussy and rubbed it around her clit. I rubbed her clit in gentle circles, occasionally dipping my finer into her pussy to keep it wet. I could feel her clit getting hard, and I continued my circular motion. Her breathing was getting labored and she stopped the kissing to get her breath. Her tongue came out and pushed into my mouth. I could tell I was hard and my underwear was getting wet from pre-cum. But I knew she was getting close; so I began to rub faster.
She drew her knees up and spread her legs even farther apart to give me better access. Then she stopped kissing, threw her head back, and I could feel her body tense up. She yelled, “Oh My God! Oh My God! OOOOOOHH!” and climaxed. Her climax lasted for about 30 seconds before she began to relax. Then she said, “That’s the first time since that rainy night at my apartment. I could get used to this very easily!” I replied, “That may have been the first; but I don’t expect it will be the last of this weekend.” With that I lifted her top and began kissing and sucking on her breasts. She replied, “Let’s go to the bedroom so we don’t stain your couch.”
We sat on the bed and began kissing. She stopped and turned and took off my shirt. I unbuckled my pants and stood up, and she pulled down my pants and boxers. My penis stuck out like a tree branch, and was all wet on the head. I had her stand up and lifted the nightgown over her head and slid the bikini pants down her legs. We lay back down on the bed and I sequentially kissed her lips, ears, neck, and breasts. She spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. I went back to kissing her lips as she guided my hard penis into her pussy. Since we were both already wet, I pushed all the way in. As I was thrusting and withdrawing, she wrapped her legs around my waist.
After a couple of minutes, I asked her, “Are you ready?” She said, “Not yet. And besides, this is your turn.” And she squeezed her legs tighter around my body. That was all it took for me to achieve my climax, and I grunted, moaned, and yelled as I shot my liquid into her pussy. At the end, she unlocked her legs and dropped them onto the bed. I collapsed on top of her. She said, “It sounded like it was good.”
I replied, “It was wonderful. It was also the first time for me since that rainy night a month ago.”
She said, “That’s good. I’ve been wondering if you had other women.”
I said, “No. I haven’t had a relationship for a couple of years. And I’m perfectly happy with the way this one is going.”
We lay next to each other for quite a while, talking and occasionally kissing, just enjoying the companionship. Finally I told her I had to get up and feed the dog. I put on a sweat suit and let the dog out of the den. I fed the dog, put on some more CDs, and returned to the bedroom. She was coming out of the attached bathroom where she had washed and put her black see through nightgown back on. The nightgown showed the outline of her figure through the material. Her breasts were outstanding, with the nipples pointing right straight ahead.
Her waist was smooth and narrow, with just a small tummy as a result of having two children. Her hips were in proportion to her bust and sitting atop of two beautiful long legs. I realized that she probably had not put on any substantial amount of weight since her twenties. I got us two glasses of wine and sat down on the couch. She took one of the glasses and curled up next to me. She appeared to be happy and content. We sat there listening to the music, my arm around her, occasionally kissing, sometimes talking. As the wine and music ended, we got up and went to bed.
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I woke up about 5 AM with a male testosterone hard-on. I was lying on my side holding her in a typical spoon position. I slid my hand up under her nightgown and began playing with her nipples. She gradually became awake and asked what was going on? I told her I was horny. She laughed and said, “I guess we’ll have to take care of that.” She reached down and took off her bikini pants. I pushed myself farther down in bed and she stuck her backside out toward me. My penis was now positioned just at the lips of her pussy. I reached down with my hand and spread her pussy lips and gently pushed in the head of my penis.
She squirmed and wiggled her butt until everything was lined up perfectly, and I pushed my penis in farther. She threw back the covers, and threw her top leg over mine. This stretched her opening even further, and I gently pushed my penis in as far as it would go. I now began a relaxed pushing and thrusting motion. She quickly matched my rhythm and we continued in this manner for quite a while. Gradually, her breathing became heavy and I knew she was getting as excited as I was. After a few more minutes, she said, “Faster!”, and I increased my speed. Knowing she was about ready to climax, I reached my hand around and rubbed her clit.
The combined rubbing of her vagina and her clit did the trick, and she began to moan and pound the bed with her hand. Knowing she was having her orgasm caused me to lose control and I too climaxed. I yelled and she moaned and we kept pumping to make the orgasms last as long as we could. Finally after about 20 seconds, we both came down from our heights and just lay there. Gradually my penis became soft and slipped out of her pussy. She rolled over to face me, and I held her in my arms kissing her. I said, “Now isn’t that better than any old alarm clock?” We both laughed and drifted back to sleep.
I woke up as my Golden Retriever was licking my hand as I lay in the bed. I looked at the clock and decided it was time to get up. Cindy was sleeping contentedly next to me. I took a quick shower and started the coffee. Then I went out to feed the dog and horse. When I came back in, I started breakfast. Cindy was up and in the shower. She came out in a couple of minutes in my bathrobe just as I was about finished preparing breakfast. She asked what was planned for today.
I said I had a picnic basket prepared and we were going about 50 miles west and drive and take off-rode hikes along Skyline Drive. She thought that was great. After we finished breakfast, she got dressed in jeans and we prepared to leave. However, I wanted to show her around the place, so we took a walk down to the stables and paddock. As the horse came over to her, she surprised me again by pulling a carrot out of her pocket and giving it to the horse. I thought, she really does like dogs and horses. I asked if she had ever ridden a horse.
She answered, “On my honeymoon, my husband and I went horseback riding.” I asked her how she liked it. She replied, “After we finished riding, I was so aroused that we made love in the car on the way back to the hotel from the stables.” I said, “Wow! I’ll have to remember that for the future.” She said, “I’ll bet you will!” and we laughed and walked hand-in-hand back to the house. Shortly, we got in the SUV and took off. We drove the scenic highway, often stopping to take the side hikes. We walked hand-in-hand along the trails and enjoyed the scenery and each other. We stopped for lunch in one of the picnic areas, continued the drive in the afternoon, and upon reaching the southern end, turned to home.
When we got back in early evening, I cooked steaks and corn on the grill to go along with the salads I had bought previously. As we were sitting on the deck after we had eaten, Cindy asked me if I danced. I said somewhat, and she jumped up and dragged me by the hand inside. She put on a series of CDs, and we started dancing. We started with a simple two step; then I led her in a couple fox trots; then we did a couple of swing dances. Then she changed the disks to Latin dances. We did a couple of rumbas, then a salsa, and next she surprised me by breaking into a “bump and grind”.
Then she pushed me down into an old rocking chair I had, and she gave me a lap dance. That got both of us turned on. She then picked out another CD and proceeded to do a strip. I guessed where this was going and I took off an item of clothing every time she did. She started with her shoes, taking them off, doing a little dance, and tossing them toward me. I took off my shoes. Next came her socks. I took off my socks. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her full breasts. I took off my shirt. Then she slowly and teasingly unbuttoned and slid down her jeans. I stood up and took off my jeans.
Next she unhooked her bra, pushed up her breasts with the front, removed it and twirled it above her head. I took off my T-shirt. Now that she had stripped down to her panties, she came over and sat on my lap, and started kissing me. I kissed back and began playing with her breasts. Then I lowered my head and began to suck on her nipples. She reached into my boxers and rubbed my penis. Soon my erection was sticking out of my boxers. I felt her panties and found them to be wet. I lifted her up and slid her panties down her legs. She made me stand up and shed my boxers. When we were both naked, she sat back down on my lap, facing me.
As I played with and suckled her breasts, she took my hard erection and raised her hips and guided it into her pussy. When she sat back down, I started to rock back and forth in the rocking chair. Her eyes opened wide and then she smiled as she experienced the new sensations. As we rocked forward, my penis slid almost out of her vagina, leaving just the head in. When we rocked back, my penis drove up into her pussy as far as it would go. We rocked back and forth like that for quite a while. Then I noticed that she was gradually rocking faster.
I increased my motion to match her motion. Her pussy juices had soaked my pubic hair and matted it down. When she increased her rocking even more, I knew she was close. I was glad because I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back. Then she started with a low throaty moan that gradually became a low scream. She hugged my body and yelled, “Now! Now! OOOOOOHHHHH!” That was my clue and I relaxed my tension and shot my sperm and semen into her pussy.
My yells and moans matched hers, and we continued rocking to try and extend our pleasure. After about 20 seconds, she collapsed against me and kissed me on the lips. We sat there in the pleasant after glow for several minutes, not saying anything. Then Cindy said, “Wow! That was unique! I’ve never made love like that before.” I laughed and replied, “Glad you liked it. I like to be innovative once in a while. I’ll see if I can come with some other ideas this weekend.”
We got up and got washed and got changed. I don’t wear pajamas, so I put on a pair of boxers. She changed into the white satin outfit that she had worn last month in her apartment. We put on some smooth jazz albums, got two glasses of wine, and curled up on the couch. We talked and laughed for a couple of hours when her cell phone rang. She got up, found her pocketbook, and answered it. She said, “Oh, Hi honey”, and walked to the next room to talk. The dog followed her in and she sat down and talked and scratched the dog. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I could see her laughing and giggling a lot.
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After about a half hour, she ended the conversation and came back, put her phone away, and curled up with her head in my lap. She said,” That was my daughter in Atlanta. She had tried to call the apartment, couldn’t get me, and called on the cell phone. She wanted to know where I was at. I told her a friend had invited me over for the weekend. She asked whether it was a female friend or a male friend.
When I said ‘male’ she wanted to know all about you and what we had been doing. So I told her about the drive and dinner. She asked if we were having sex, and I told her ‘2 or 3 times’. She said no wonder you sound so happy; but don’t you know if it was 2 or if it was three? So I told her it was definitely three, and it was very good. She laughed and said, ‘Have one for me!’”.
We laughed, and then she was quiet for a while. Then, after a couple of minutes, she said, “Mark, my daughter wants you to come to Atlanta with me the next time I go down. What do you think about that?”
I replied, “I would like that very much, Cindy. I would like to meet both your children.”
She said, “I was hoping you would say that.” Then she turned her head, pulled my penis out of my boxers, and stroked it to get it hard. I reached over and started to rub her breasts. As my penis became erect, she lowered her mouth onto it, and circled the head with her tongue. I was excited, but wanted to become more participatory in this issue. I stopped her and suggested we move to the bed. She agreed. In the bedroom we removed our clothes and lay down on the bed. I reached across her and kissed her lips, in the slow, barely touching sensuous way she liked.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her. I could feel her nipples against my chest. I took one hand and gently massaged her nipple. I rolled over and lay in between her legs. I dropped my kiss from her lips to her breasts, sucking and nibbling until the nipples became hard as pebbles. I dropped one hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy. I slid my middle finger between the lips of her pussy and rubbed from top to bottom and then back up again, searching for her clit at the top.
Finding her clit, I took the wetness from her pussy and rubbed it around her clit. When her clit became erect, I slid my mouth down her body and licked her clit. First, I licked it up and down; then I run my tongue around it in circles; then I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled gently on it. At this point, she asked me, “Mark, have you ever made love doggie style?” I answered, “That’s one of my favorites.” She drew her legs up and rolled over on her stomach. She drew her knees up underneath her and stuck her butt up in the air. I didn’t hesitate. I got on my knees behind her; took my finger and rubbed her pussy a few times to make sure it was wet, and took hold of my penis and rubbed it against her pussy.
Between the wetness of her pussy and the pre-cum on the end of my penis, everything became slippery. First I pushed just the head of my penis in. She pushed back a little and then I pushed my penis all the way in until my balls were pushing against her pussy. I slowly withdrew until just the head was inside her, and then pushed forward again. She quickly picked up the rhythm and pushed back every time I pushed forward. I couldn’t be certain, but it felt like every time I withdrew the underside of my penis was rubbing against her clit. To increase her pleasure, I reached my arm around her and rubbed her clit with my finger. We kept this up for about five minutes, and I could hear her deep breathing and slight moans.
I was ready to cum myself, but fought to keep from ejaculating to early. She said, “Faster and harder”, and I obliged. Then I felt her body tense, and she let out a scream. “Here I come! Don’t stop! Here I come!” she yelled, and I kept thrusting. “OOOOOHHHH God! It’s so strong!!” That was all I could take. Knowing she had started her climax. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I exploded inside of her. One, two, three, four times my muscles shot the semen into her. Then it started again. Another two or three spurts, and then the feeling started to subside. Cindy was still moaning, although her climax was also starting to end. She lowered herself onto the bed; and I collapsed on top of her, my penis still inside of her.
We lay there panting for a couple of minutes, until I felt my penis slip out of her pussy. I rolled off her and she turned on her side facing me. I put my arm around her and kissed her tenderly. She kissed back and thrust her breasts against me. We lay in each others arms for quite a while. We both knew we had something special, and there was no need for talk. Finally, she smiled at me, kissed me lightly, and said, “Let’s get washed.”
After getting washed we went back to the bed naked, crawled under the sheet, and she lay against me with her head on my chest. We drifted off into a contented, sexually satisfied sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to bright sun shine streaming through the windows. I looked over at Cindy and she was still sleeping contentedly. I got up and took a shower, started the coffee and went outside to feed the animals. When I came back in, Cindy was just walking out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her. I kissed her good morning, and playfully grabbed the towel away from her. She twirled her body proudly, and then grabbed the towel back.
She asked what I had planned for today. I asked her if she had ever been to Monticello, the home of Thomas Jefferson, or Montpelier, the home of President James Madison, or Ash Lawn, home of President James Monroe. She said she had not, so I told her that was what we were going to do today. All three of those places were within 80 miles of my home. She thought that was super. So we had breakfast, got in the SUV and visited the three historic sites.
We walked through the homes hand-in-hand, marveling at the innovations in Jefferson’s home, the stark contrast with the other presidents’ homes, and the relationship that existed among the three. We got home in the afternoon and went out on the deck to have a couple of drinks. Cindy said, “Mark, why don’t you have a hot tub on this deck?” I laughed and said, “What do I need a hot tub for? If I want to cool off, I go down to the pond and swim. The retriever likes to jump in the water also.” She asked, “Is it safe to swim down there?” I said, “Sure. I had the creek diverted so I could have the pond, and have that as a source of water for fire protection for the house.” She said, “Can we go swimming now?” I replied, “Did you bring a bathing suit?” She responded, “Are you afraid to go skinny dipping? Can any of the neighbors see us?” I laughed, “No, the nearest neighbors are a quarter of a mile down the road, and the woods hide my place.”
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She said, “Well, are you game or not?” I answered, “Okay. Let’s go!”
We grabbed a couple of beach towels and headed for the pond. When I had the pond built I had a heavy plastic liner put down as a base to keep most of the water from leaking out. So there was no danger of getting hurt on debris or other junk.
We laid the beach towels down on the ground and undressed and lay our clothes on the towels. Cindy was naked before I was and walked right into the water up to her neck. I loitered behind and took in the view of her naked body as she walked into the water. She had a great shape, tall and slender, slim hips and long legs.She must have guessed what I was doing, and accentuated her walk as she went. I followed her in and walked in next to her.
Just as I suspected, she immediately tried to dunk me; but I slipped to one side and pushed her under, so only her butt was out of the water. She came up sputtering, and reached for my head to try and push it under. I ducked under the water, stepped around behind her and lifted her out of the water on my shoulders. The horse play continued for a few minutes, until, frustrated, she grabbed a hold of my penis. I struck back by grabbing her pussy and inserted a finger in it. I placed my other arm around her neck, drew her to me, and kissed her. It was a long kiss with a lot of tongue swapping. When we finally broke apart, I noticed her nipples were hard; but I didn’t know if she was excited or it was the cold of the water. Her rubbing my penis while we were kissing had gotten it hard.
She was aware of it and wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted her body up, and tried to lower her pussy onto my penis. After about four tries, I helped her and we got it inside.
But then we couldn’t get a good motion going in the water, so we laughed at ourselves and gave up. I said, “Let’s try again later in the bedroom”. She said okay, and using her leverage, pushed my head under the water. So she finally dunked me. I came up and swam after her, but she was too fast. After we swam for a while we got out, moved all the clothes to one towel, and I lay between her legs and began kissing her lips. The gentle kissing eventually turned her on, and she said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” We stood up, wrapped the towels around us and carried our clothes back to the house. We laid the clothes on the chairs, lay down on the bed and began kissing each other. It wasn’t long before my penis was hard again. She asked, “What was that position we were trying?”
I said, “Let’s try this one”. I sat on one corner of the bed with my legs together, and had her sit on my lap with her back toward me. She sat down carefully and my erect penis slid right into her. I said, “Now you can raise and lower your body and control the action.” She tried it and caught on fast. I leaned back and lay down on the bed, pushing my penis against the inside of her pussy. After a few strokes, she decided she would like facing me better. We stopped, she raised herself off, turned around so she was facing me, and lowered herself down on my penis.
Now my penis was pushing against the front of her pussy and her clit. She liked this better, and began raising herself up and down. The sensations on my penis were wonderful. It wasn’t too long before she began to breathe heavy also. She leaned back a little so the rubbing was right against her clit. As she worked hard, I relaxed and watched her face. Soon she increased her pace and I knew she was getting close. She put her hands on my legs and began to really sweat. Then she looked at me and said, “Are you ready?” I nodded.
She yelled, “OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHHH!” I could feel the wetness of her climax as she dropped all the way down on my penis. That did it for me. I joined her in yelling as I shot my sperm and semen into her. About 6 spurts later, she collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her lovingly. She lay there for a few minutes just relaxing, and enjoying the pleasure of our love-making. Then I could feel the juices running down my legs, and I suggested we get washed. She agreed, got up, and we went into the bathroom. After we washed up and got dressed, we went back to the converted farmhouse for dinner. The dinner was romantic, and the wine flowed freely.
After dinner, we went back to my place and sat out on the deck, watching the moon come up. She was sitting in front of me on the chase lounge, leaning back against me with my arms around her. After a while, she got up, went inside, and put on an album of slow dance music. She came back outside, grabbed both my hands, pulled me out of the lounge, and said, “Let’s go inside and dance.” She led me inside and turned around and nestled into my arms and we danced – cheek to cheek with her body pressed against mine.
After about the fifth slow dance, I knew she was getting sentimental. But I didn’t realize she was getting aroused as well until she started pushing her pubic mound against my penis. She locked her arms behind my head and pulled my head down and kissed my lips. The combinations of kissing and pubic pushing got me aroused also, and I danced her right into the bedroom.
We sat down on the edge of the bed. I unbuttoned her blouse and she unbuttoned my shirt. I took off her bra and she pulled my shirt and t-shirt over my head. She stood up, kicked off her shoes and I slid her pants and panties down. She unzipped my pants and pulled down my pants and boxers. I gently pushed her back on the bed and lay down along side her. I kissed her lips in that soft barely touching way she liked. I fondled her breast with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other.
After a couple of minutes I pushed my middle finger between her pussy lips and began rubbing her clit. I could tell she was already wet. I dropped my head and began kissing and licking her breasts. Her nipples were hard and her breathing was heavy. I dropped down even farther and started licking her clit. After about five minutes, I felt her body tense and her orgasm started. She yelled, “Oh My God! Oh My God! OOOOOHHHHHH!” I kept licking and soon her body relaxed. I looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back, sat up, and reached for my upper arms.
She pulled me up to her face, and while she was kissing me, her hand guided my erect penis into her pussy. I slipped it all the way in and started thrusting in and out. I kept this up for quite a while, until she suggested she get on top. I pulled out and rolled over. She sat on top and again guided my penis into her pussy. She began bouncing up and down and I tried to match her rhythm. After a while, her body tensed up, and she achieved her second orgasm of the night. After she came down off her high, she looked at me questioningly. I said, “Not yet.”
She said, “This will do it!” She rolled off and got on her knees with her butt up in the air. I smiled, got behind her, and slid my penis into her pussy. I thrust vigorously, and she pushed back in rhythm. It wasn’t long until I felt the tension building in my groin. I said “It’s getting close!”, and she pushed faster and harder. That did it! My penis erupted in several spurts as I yelled, moaned, and groaned. When it was done, I collapsed on her back, and she collapsed on the bed. We lay there laughing in satisfied ecstasy, until my penis slipped out of her pussy. She turned over and we kissed and held each other for several minutes. Finally I suggested we get washed and she agreed. We went into the bathroom, washed up, and went back to bed under the covers naked. She curled up in my arms with her head on my chest.
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After a while, she asked, “Mark, where do you see this relationship headed?”
I thought for a minute, remembering how she was now calling it “making love” rather than just having sex, and knew she was asking a deep question. I responded by saying, “Cindy, I believe love develops in stages. First there is an attraction; next each person develops respect for the other one. Next comes determining compatibility. Then each person develops confidence in the other. Last, the relationship becomes love. I am very attracted to you. You have a great body and wonderful personality.
I certainly have a deep respect for you. You have two children that love you and are competent individuals. You are respected in your job. Compatibility has to do with learning the other person’s values, such as family relationships; sexual attitude; likes and dislikes in food, cultures, music; sports and leisure activities; etc. Right now I believe we are in the learning values stage. I see many compatible values between us. Let’s keep seeing each other and see where it goes.”
She said, “Mark, you are very special. I would like very much to keep seeing you!” At that we stopped talking and drifted off to sleep.
I awoke lying on my side looking through the windows facing the mountains. Cindy was laying behind me in a spoon position with her arm over me. I tried not to move for fear of waking her. I lay there remembering how nice it was to have a naked female body laying next to me in bed. After a couple of minutes, I decided I would try to roll over without waking her up. As I started to move, I felt her lips press against my back. I said, “Oh! You are awake!”
She responded, “I was just lying here remembering how nice it was sleeping next to a man’s warm body. After my husband died, it took me over a year to get used to sleeping by myself.”
I laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing about lying next to a naked body, except a woman’s body. I love to snuggle up next to your backside with my arm holding your breast. Let’s try it out for size.”
Cindy said, What?”
I said, “Come on. Let’s try it out for size. You turn on your side and I’ll hold you.”
Cindy reluctantly turned over and I moved against her back with my arm over her side. I placed my hand over one of her breasts and squeezed gently. Next, I massaged her breast and gently squeezed her nipple. Then I gently rolled the nipple between my fingers.
Cindy said, “I believe there more going on here than just trying it out for size!” I chuckled and kept fondling her breast. Shortly she turned over so she was lying on her back. I threw back the covers. I leaned across her and began kissing her lips, still squeezing her breast. She began kissing back. After I kissed her for a while and confirmed she was interested, I dropped my lips to the breast nearest me, continuing to squeeze and gently rub the other breast. When the nipple in my mouth got good and hard, I slid my mouth to the other nipple and slid my hand down to her pussy.
She spread her legs slightly and I knew she was really interested! I took my middle finger and rubbed it up and down her pussy lips a couple of times. Then I pushed my finger between her pussy lips and felt to see if she was wet. She was! I took the wetness and rubbed it around her clit. Again I felt the involuntary shudder, and the legs spread a little farther apart. I dipped my finger in the wetness again and again rubbed it around her clit. I rubbed her clit in circles until I felt it get hard.
Then I rolled over in between her legs and slid down until my lips were over her pussy. I kissed her pussy lips a little, and then thrust my tongue in between her lips and licked her clit. I twirled my tongue around her clit several times. I could tell she was breathing hard. She raised her knees to spread her legs farther apart and open the angle of her pussy. I considered stopping and putting my penis in, but her breathing told me she was close to her orgasm, so I decided to just keep on going. I licked her clit up and down, and around. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled gently on it.
Then I licked it in circles again going around faster. That did it! She moaned and her body tensed. She screamed, “Oh my God! OOOOHHHH! It feels SOOO good! Oh my God!! OOOOHHHH!” She went on for about 30 seconds before she became quiet and dropped her hips back down on the bed. She opened her eyes and smiled. She said, “Come on up here and put that hard penis in my pussy!” She didn’t have to tell me twice. I crawled up her frame and poised over her. She reached down and grabbed my penis, and directed it to the edge of her pussy lips. I pushed and it slid right in, her pussy being wet from her climax and my penis being wet with pre-cum. At first, I pushed until just the head was in.
Then she reached up and pulled me down to her. With that I pushed the rest in until my balls were against her pussy. I started thrusting very slowly, just pulling out until only the head was in. She raised her hips up and wrapped her legs around my back. Gradually I increased the tempo by going faster and faster. She began moving her hips up and down matching my rhythm. In a little while, I noticed her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and her breathing becoming deeper and deeper. I wondered if she was going to climax again. It wasn’t long before I had my answer. She began squeezing her legs around my body, trying to hold me inside her.
She began to moan and let out a muted scream. She closed her eyes and threw back her head, pulling me against her hard nipples. I couldn’t hold back any more. I let go and shot spurts of semen and sperms into her pussy. We tried to keep pumping to make the orgasm last longer; but she dropped her legs and all but passed out on the bed. Gradually her passion subsided and she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. As my penis slipped out, I rolled off her and to one side. She rolled to face me and said, “Mark, would you just hold me for a while?” I said, “Sure”, and she curled up in my arms and kissed me lightly.
We lay like that for several minutes, when she finally said, “Well, I guess all good things have to come to an end. We’d better get up. We each have to get ready to go back to work tomorrow.”
We got up, and while she took a shower, I made coffee and started breakfast. When she came out, she took over breakfast preparations and I went in and took my shower. When I came back out she had the table set and was bringing the food to the table. There was only light talk at the table. After we did the dishes, she went in the bedroom to pack. After a little time, I went in to check on how things were going. She was just about done; but stopped and walked over to me and put her arms around me. As we hugged, I could see she had tears in her eyes. I asked her what was wrong. She replied, “Nothing. This has been one of the happiest weekends of my life. I am just sad to see it end.” I kissed her lightly and said, “Remember, we have a date to go see your children in Atlanta.”
She said, “I remember, and I am looking forward to it already.” She turned and finished packing. We walked out to the SUV. She petted and hugged the dog, and got in the vehicle. I got in on the driver’s side and off we went. She placed her hand on the center console and I covered it with mine. We drove like that all the way back to Washington. I parked in the driveway of her apartment building, and helped her carry her stuff up to her apartment. Cindy’s roommate let us in and Cindy introduced us. After exchanging pleasantries, the room mate disappeared. Cindy walked me back to the door of the apartment. We stopped just inside and hugged and kissed. The hugs and kisses lasted about 10 minutes.
Finally, we heard her room mate yell out, “Cindy, your room is empty!”, and we laughed. Cindy said, “That’s our cue that we need to break this off. I’ll call you when I get time off so we can go to Atlanta.” We kissed once more and there were tears in her eyes as I walked out the door.
The End !!!
Last and interesting story for tonight - Title : Jiujitsu Lesson . Enjoy !!!
Being a native of South Korea, martial arts, especially tae kwon do has been a part of my entire life as well as my culture. I hold a third degree black belt as well as a degree in English. I put my martial arts training on the bottom of my priority list after I married my husband, an American soldier and helicopter pilot. We have a beautiful 14-year-old son who is extremely athletic and also a fantastic and graceful martial artist. I am 5 feet tall and 104 pounds. My measurements are 34c – 22 – 32 and yes my breasts are large and they have been augmented. And it makes for a wonderful sex life with my husband when we role-play or I dress up in one of my Catholic schoolgirl outfits or microfiber miniskirt. I’m also extremely bisexual. But that’s another story altogether.
My husband has been in Afghanistan for the past year so the majority of my sex has been limited to late-night masturbation to home movies that he and I made together or occasional lesbian sex get together with another Army wife.
My son has a friend I’ll call Randy. Very handsome young man, He seems to be the freshman all-star athlete. He’s much stockier and more muscular than my son, and spends the majority of his time talking about how good he is as a wrestler.
In fact, he seems to be God’s gift to everything to hear him tell it. Recently he and my son went to a Gracie Jiu-jitsu school that opened up on windward side of our island. And for the next few weeks, all I saw was him and my son constantly rolling on the floor which looked to me like the missionary position with both of them wrapping their legs around one another trying to twist the other’s body part into a joint lock or submission. The more I watch the two of them rolling around with their legs intertwined locked deeply into each other’s groins that they called getting their hooks in. All I can think of was getting my own hooks into Randy.
I told them that it looked like the two of them were making love, and my son protested my ignorance in this style of fighting. I simply smiled and told him that you would have to get the person on the ground in order to apply any of these movements and that certainly would never happen with me. My son just rolled his eyes and said “we know Mom, you were unbeatable back in the day, But this is not tae kwon do. Mixed martial arts is how people fight today.”
I flashed him a wink and agreed with him. “I know sweet, I’m just teasing you, but I still say you have to get me off my feet, and that would be no easy task unless I wanted to be taken off my feet.”
This is when Randy butted in and told me that he could get me off my feet easily. He continued bragging by saying that as small as I was he easily lift me and carry me wherever he wanted or put me into whatever position he wanted. And if you wanted to, no one ever would ever see me again. I laughed and told him he wasn’t man enough. So with that, We stood there momentarily in the middle of my living room and he feigned trying to reach down to grab my legs a couple of times.
He which Lynch, trying to get me to react so he could drop down and grab my ankles or something. I didn’t move, I just picked up my front leg and shot my heel into his face, stopping a couple of inches from his nose with my jeans snapping at the action of the side kick that have made me one of Korea’s best female fighters in the late 80s.. I then smiled and said “that really would’ve hurt, but you boys go ahead now and have fun making love to each other.” And I laughed and walked off into the kitchen. My son was furious at the gay insinuation, even though he knew I was joking. I can hear him huffing under his breath, complaining. At 14, he was already quickly approaching five to 8 inches tall, nearly a foot taller than me. Randy was closer to six-foot even.
I heard Randy in a whisper voice say “fuck! That was really fast. I had no idea your mom could do that! Did you see her tits bounce up in her T-shirt when she threw that sidekick at me?” That’s when my son punched him in the arm and responded with “don’t worry about my mom’s breasts.” I could hear furniture being screwed around on the floor and grunting and panting as the two of them rolled around struggling to control the other and Randy continually overpowering my son. I was amazed at how all of these movements seem to end up in the missionary position.
I continue to think about it, the two of them in the way they would lie there on top of each other locked between each other’s powerful legs, arms flexing and bodies perspiring and I tried to continue doing the laundry but my imagination was now focused on dirty thoughts. Taboo thoughts, I was even imagining my son completely naked with his teenage muscular body wrestling in struggling. I try to clear my mind and focus on the laundry, which was mounting up from the week prior.
But I just kept thinking about having Randy or my son getting me down into the ground and as soon as the washer went on to the spin cycle I adjusted our ice cooler up against it so that it looks like I was getting something down from the Cabinet’s as I allowed it to massage my clitoris as the machine began to shake violently emptying the water from the tank.. This way, if I was interrupted as I have been on more than one occasion I can justify my actions by stating that I was just looking for something. I kept thinking of the two of them rolling around in their “pass and guard position” which is what they called my interpretation of the missionary position.
I imagined Randy, even though being 15 has already experienced sex at some level with a number of girls in their school. Larger than most voice his own age, he was very muscular as well as good-looking and charisma addict. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t complement me on my figure. Always pausing for a few moments to try to look at my cosmetically enhanced breasts.
I was a bit disappointed as they didn’t interrupt me at all. In fact they spent the next hour wrestling and rolling around in the middle of the living room on a large beautiful Persian rug that my husband had brought back on one of his trips to the Middle East. When I walked back to the living room after my encounter with the washing machine, I saw both of them lying there with their shirts off, completely exhausted and watching the television previews of the upcoming pay-per-view event. then later that evening we ordered pizza and Coke, we watched a pay-per-view site called a mixed martial arts fight or a UFC fight.
I couldn’t believe that I had to spend $40 to watch two guys rolling around on a mat hugging each other and see any value to it. I complained several times to which I was “shushed” each and every time as both boys were focused on some guy with a Mohawk haircut running around screaming like a madman. I told them in Korea a true fighter is humble and respectful and you would never see them conducting themselves this way. Both boys ignored my complaints and kept the focus on the large TV screen in front of them. Both of them rolled her eyes and cursed me for constantly interrupting them with my complaints of their arrogant hero.
after fight played while I continue to drink wine while they stuff themselves with pizza and Coke. That’s when the end of a round was signaled and one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen climbed into the ring holding a round card and parading around in a very small halter top and extra small booty shorts! Both boys got very quiet and focused, so I laughed and said “now that’s more like it. You can actually see her camel toe.”
Randy looked at me over his shoulder as though he didn’t believe what I had just said. “Mrs. B., how would you know what a camel toe is?”
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