The revealing of their innermost fantasies got us very worked up so I
suggested that they show me what they had to offer in the way of physique.
Giggling and joking they agreed, removing their T-shirts to reveal two
pairs of large firm breasts, with large erect nipples. I immediately felt
my cock stiffen, especially as first Tracy then Claire slipped off their
jeans to reveal very small silky panties. At this point Claire demanded
that they see what I had to offer. I didn’t argue, so standing up I removed
my shirt, sandals and trousers. Left standing there in just my boxer shorts
I waited for them to continue.

NikaNaughty says: “join me in adult chat for a quite arousing passtime”

Having bought a “direct contact” magazine recently hoping to find
excitement and a steady mate, and desperate to broaden my horizons. I
replied to an advert in it asking for a gentleman or gentlemen to show two
girls a good time, any suggestions seriously considered.

About a week later I received a reply from the girls, who as it turned out
were sisters. They had received only two replies, both from cranks, so they
were very wary at first about my letter. I wrote back suggesting a meeting
to discuss their fantasy, giving my home number to show I was serious.

The following Monday, Claire one of the sisters, phoned me to arrange a
meeting for that weekend at a pub near where they lived. I booked a hotel
room at once, as they lived some 200 miles away.

I can now appreciate the Van Husen commercials better. The blue oxford cloth
shirt felt wonderful against my skin. My upper thighs are covered by it and
the tails tickle me as I walk, barefooted of course. I have the sleeves rolled
up to my elbows and the top three buttons open. Hopefully you can only guess
that I have removed my bra, leaving me dressed in only bikini panties and your
shirt. You also change to tight often-washed jeans and a polo shirt, looking
spectacular. But then you’d look good in a paper sack, I’m sure.

We pulled away from the curb and you asked if I liked sailing. Very
enthusiastically I said “oh, yes, I love sailing.” We headed away from the
high rises and toward the water. A short time later, pulling up at the yacht
club the valet came to take the car. He opened my door first and I stepped out
looking around carefully. I’m still breathless and all you did was smile at me
and kiss my hand.

You exit the car and open the truck removing a large duffel bag. Coming to my
side you casually place your arm around my waist and guide me toward the
marina. So many lovely boats are berthed here, which one is yours? You move
your arm to unlock the gate and I pass through first, waiting as you again take
my hand and lead me down the ramp. These ramps were not meant for high heels
and you are careful to go slowly. Finally we walk past several slips and come
to the last boat. A beautiful 45 foot, motor sailor. We climb the 4 steps and
you lift me over the side. “Welcome aboard”, my new friend. This is “The Last
Resort”. “Hope you like her”.

I must have checked my hair and make-up at least five times. The afternoon
which had previously been moving so slowly now seemed to stop entirely. Would
5:15 never come? Why was I so incredibly excited? Where would we go? Would I
be able to speak intelligently, this time? I kept fingering and sniffing the
flowers to convince myself this was really happening.

It is said the best measure of a man’s cock is his hands and fingers. Your’s
are strong and long and wide. This too intrigues me. I was thoroughly loved
just last night and do not understand the sudden stirring I am experiencing.
You lean down and look into my blue eyes asking again if I am all right. I
didn’t realize I had not yet answered your previous inquiry. Yes, I nod. And
unconsciously squeeze your hand tighter.

And why did I see you and know immediately that we would become lovers?
Walking around at lunchtime, looking for a new dress to ease my depression I
bumped into you, literally. I was looking in the shop window and you were
reaching into your suit pocket when it happened. I almost stumble and you
reach to steady me, brushing my breast with your open hand.

But what was wonderful about her was her sweetness and
compassion. She loved my delight in licking her cunt and found it
simply amazing that I wasn’t fixated on her tits. (I’d gotten over
my big-tit cravings when I was 17. See, I had this cousin, the same
age — But that, as Conan’s biographer would say, is another tale.)
So Barbie was coming to stay with me for a few days while she
visited friends in the city. I filled her in (in more ways than
one. Heh.) on what I’d been up to and we made love a lot. She
reveled in waking me one morning with her mouth locked on the tip
of my cock and sucked me off, drinking me moaning dry and then
sprawling on me and kissing my lips with my own cum on hers. We
slept again, till nearly one in the afternoon, and then made love,
with her on her face and a pillow under her hips, and then drowsed
till dark. I can still feel the wonderful weight of her breasts
pressed against me and the firmness of her ass under my fingers and
the wet heat of her cunt against my hip and the slightly salty —
from perspiration — taste of her ear when I kissed her awake that
night. I went out and bought the fixings and prepared an odd dinner
of broiled filet of sole, mashed potatoes and steamed asparagus.
Then we went back to bed and made love again. Barb, wherever you
are, you are precious. If you are not happy, call me and talk to
me. You saved my life and my heart and I want to do for you.

I had seen her around the building from time to time. She had
a sweet face and a placid demeanor and seemed like a nice, plump
girl. I had no idea what kind of figureshe had, since she always
wore big, loose mu-mu dresses. At about 2:30 a.m. on the second
night of the blackout, after we had killed about two-thirds of a
bottle of cheap red wine that she’d brought, she announced she
really would prefer to stay with me rather than risk waking her
roommate (whom I’d always found more attractive) by coming home
late. Between the emotional shock of the breakup a few weeks before
and my weariness (an hour of sleep at a time was rare) and the
wine, I thought it sounded reasonable — and no more than that.
But in the darkness of my bedroom, I felt something against my
face, then something else. I stood and lit a candle and discovered
Barbie had absolutely enormous breasts. “Where did THOSE come
from?” I’d demanded. She’d laughed — gently, as with everything
else — and beckoned me back to bed. I was rather unprepared for
the body so carefully hidden under the loose, oversize dresses.
Imagine a woman who’s five foot tall, has 32-inch hips, a twenty-five
inch waist and a bra labeled 32-D … and who overflows the
brasierre’s cups.

True, the day before she headed for JFK and her transAtlantic
flight, Annie and I lolled about in bed for about eighteen hours of
sexual bliss. True, June stopped by the very next day, flipped up
her skirt to reveal her pantyless cunt, grabbed her ankles and
winked at me upside down between her knees. But that was going to
be it.
Ahh well, I figured. I needed to spend more time at the
Selectric. And in a pinch, there were always the Palm Sisters and
Fond Memories. Hell, what was ten days? I told myself.
It could be a very long time, I told myself.
To my amazement, on the Thursday night that Annie left for
France and June left for Albany, I got a phone call from Philly:
Barbie Shelton was coming to town.
I had known Barb for about four years, at that point. She’d
lived with Bertha, also an NYU student, in the same building as me
during the Great Blackout of ‘77 and had come down to keep me
company. Bertha knew I had just had a very bad breakup and was
going — quite literally — crazy. Barbie saved my life. No shit —
I was seriously contemplating suicide when she decided to take me
under her wing.

But things were not perfect. For one thing, their periods
coincided. No big deal, I thought, since it didn’t bother me,
either for fucking or sucking. But June was uncomfortable and Annie
got cranky. And that was the least of it.
See, while June was about to be tied up with her Jaycees
project, Annie was about to spend two weeks visiting friends in
France. She was doubly annoyed at the timing.
I, on the other hand, had gotten used to fucking two or three
times each day, sometimes with more than one woman — and now I was
looking forward (if that’s the right term) to about ten days of
Doing Without.

She was also completely uninhibited. Annie would do anything
that felt good and anything she didn’t like, she wouldn’t do. She
could suck cock expertly, loved to be licked, enjoyed cock in her
cunt from any angle and enjoyed ass fucking. She was multiorgasmic
in the extreme and very vocal about it. She liked men, she liked
women, she liked threesomes, she had even enjoyed orgies.
When I was fifteen and jerking off, I would construct the
perfect sexual partner in my imagination. That image was Annie. I had
to wait till I was in my late twenties to meet her and discover
that reality could exceed imagination. Not only was she lovely,
incredibly sexy and sweet, she was smart and perceptive.
Of course, if this was fiction, Annie and June would have
drooled over each other at first sight and we all would have fucked
off together into the sunset. The fact was, though, that June
hated the idea of doing anything with another woman and Annie didn’t
find June attractive (Annie liked — and likes — women with larger
breasts and voluptuous hips and has a special weakness for long
nipples.) In a way, that was no problem for me, since — oddly
enough — being in bed with more than one woman at once has never
been one of my major fantasies.
In another way, it was a good thing. Considering how
passionate and sexual both women were, a man caught between them in
bed would have gone up in a puff of smoke. No cremation necessary;
by dawn, there’d have been nothing left of the poor bastard but
ashes.
I should have been in pig heaven. Here were two women whom I
found tremendously attractive and felt the same way about me. For
one reason or another, neither was willing to assert a claim of
exclusivity on me. One was willing to get weird at the drop of a
dildo, while the other simply Liked Doing Things. And one of them
was going to be busy — and had a sore ass! — for a few days while
the other was more than eager to make up a little lost time.

My game was to run it up in my head. (Not that tough, dividing
by sixteen and keeping a running total, once you practice it; try
it and see.) That scared customers who weren’t accustomed to using
those mental muscles. They only trusted calculators and adding
machine tapes. So I had this deal: If they wanted, I would run it
up on the adding machine. If I was wrong, they got the coffee free –
I would pay for it out of my own pocket. If I was right, they’d
pay a fifty percent premium … to me.
Few took me up on it. Those that did, lost — always.
Annie came in on a crowded Sunday and ordered two ounces of this
and three ounces op that and so forth. Ended up with six different
beans in the pound. When I turned to tell her the price, she said,
“Wait a minute — five seventy….three? Yes. Yes. Five seventy-
three, if you round up for a half-cent.”
That’s what got my attention. Then her face. I asked her if
she was half-Chinese and half-Irish. She had reddish-brown hair and a
fine boned faced. Her cheekbones were high and her eyes were
slanted. She explained that she was part Magyar — the result of
Mongolians overrunning eastern Europe Way Back When. Her face was
fascinating and her mind was terrific.
Her body was outrageous. Imagine a woman who’s just over five-
foot-one and weighs about ninety pounds. Sounds scrawny, right? No
way. She was very small-boned. Annie had absolutely beautiful,
perfectly formed, firm and sumptuous breasts. Her waist was slender
and her hips were narrow. She had a delectable little ass and the
tastiest cunt…

At the time I met June, I had already known – in every sense
- Annie for more than two years. I, like she in those pre-AIDS days,
had other lovers. Annie knew about June, and June knew about Annie.
Annie was a lot more at ease with the idea of June than vice-versa.
When I said June and I fucked about every eight hours on the
average, I meant “average.” Annie and I spent two nights a week
together, usually. Annie, like June, was a couple of years younger
than me. We’d met when I was working a part-time job selling
coffees and teas, during a publishing drought. What first got my
attention was, oddly enough, her mind. I had a game I sometimes
played with customers. Since the various coffees we sold had
different per-pound prices, blends called for some arithmetic.
After all, a couple of ounces of Kenya Double-A at $4 per pound and
a quarter pound of French Roast Columbian at $3.65 a pound and two
ounces of Yemen Mocha at $5.10 a pound, etc., gets one into the
realm of challenging numbers. I made a gam of it.

She was working with the Jaycees (yes, they
exist and even flourish in the Big Apple) on the Special Olympics,
a sports competition for “special” children. Special meant
retarded, for the most part, and frequently, physically disabled.
In addition to her routine 60-hour-plus-4 a.m.-Telex weeks, June
donated her enormous energies and ingenuity to things like the
Special Olympics. The timing of the sore asshole, in a way,
couldn’t have been better. The program was going to greatly limit
the time we had together for the next week — and it was one of the
many reasons I was becoming more and more taken with her.

It so happened that we didn’t fuck for about three days after
that. On the average, we fucked about every eight hours, so this was
quite a long time. And it was just as well, in a way:
“My asshole is sore.”
“I — I’m not surprised,” I said. “I wish it wasn’t — but I
liked the way it got sore.” I thought about my next words. “And so
did you.”
Her eyes blazed at me. I saw the anger beginning in her face -
- and then it collapsed. “I know — but that’s what the gay boys
do, isn’t it? Do you wish I was a boy?”
I started to laugh — and then realized she was only half-
joking.
“June, I like licking your cunt,” I said quietly. “And so do
you. Does that mean you wish I was a woman — since cuntlicking is
what lesbians do?”
Her eyes half closed and she shivered. “I know!” She seemed
amazed. “It makes me itchy when you say that — but you know I
don’t like lesbians.”
I licked my lips and stepped toward her. She put her small
hand against my chest, keeping me away.
I didn’t press it. Even if I’d been the kind of moronic
asshole who tries to force himself on someone else, there was
something else to consider: June had been an auxiliary cop in
Singapore, with the attendant martial arts training. We’d sparred
playfully a few times. She was just as fast as I and a helluvalot
more deceptive in her movements. I knew I could absorb enormous
damage, and use my superior strength to prevail, but I had no
desire to do so — and I didn’t know if there were subconscious
resentments in this hard-bodied young woman that could make a
playful blow slip and do serious damage. This was just another
equality that made her attractive to me: June could not be forced
to do anything. Whatever she did, it was by choice.
“But!” She laughed and dropped her hand. She knew my respect
for her prowess — and, more importantly, simply for her. “But!”
I nodded ruefully. “I know.”

At four-thirty, Mark had allowed her a brief respite.

“I need to tell you some things.” Mark had begun, “I believe you want me
to stay, and that you love me.

“I believe you will try to change, and I’ll let your actions for the week
speak for themselves.

“I also know that you’re still holding back something. We’ll go over that
tomorrow night. I’m getting too tired.”

Alice crawled up in his lap and kissed him several times. She had never
come so many times in a single night before.

“One last thing, “Mark continued, “listening to you has made me horny. As
long as you’re naked, it seems like a waste not to do something about it.”

Mark led her to their bedroom. He stacked pillows near the center of the
bed. He positioned Alice over them. Standing to one side, he undressed.

Alice’s relief as he plunged into her pussy was short lived as he pulled
out and slid his variously lubricated cock into her ass.

Alice tried to hold still as Mark’s fingers followed the traces up her
legs to her sex. His finger went on onto her mound, and after a second, right
into her well fucked hole.

It was while Alice was trying not to react to the shame of such an
examination that Mark slapped her ass for the first time.

“Count them.”

“One.”

And so it went to twenty-five. With each slap, Mark’s finger explored
more of her cunt. Then with his fingers in her hole, and his thumb on her
clit, Mark had begun the inquisition.

He had insisted on each detail of what she had done, leaving out only the
name of her partner. Alice was so relieved that she held nothing back …
for long.

At each new act, Alice had tried to hide how easily she had allowed
herself to be used by Dave. Each evasion brought not a new round of spanking,
but a new level of sensation on her clit.

By four A.M., weak with orgasms, Alice had told him every detail, save
one. She had not told him that she had gone down on him after he had fucked
her.

“Come here.”

Alice walked slowly to him.

“Lay across my lap.”

Alice had assumed that he would want to fuck her. A spanking hadn’t even
entered her mind. She could barely remember her last spanking. She had been
in grade school and her mother had pulled down her drawers and used a hair
brush on her young ass after finding out about a fight in school.

With some genuine fear, Alice lay across his lap.

Mark didn’t begin spanking her at once. First he spread her legs and felt
the sticky dampness there. Alice blushed hotly at the shame of having mark
examine the evidence of her infidelity.

Seeing Mark sitting in the chair in the living room had nearly stopped her
heart.

Alice’s dress was wrinkled to death. Even if she had stopped to use
Dave’s bathroom thoroughly, the dress alone would have shown what she had been
up to.

Mark stood up and asked if there was any point in his staying. Alice had
burst into tears.

Seeing Mark was a shock, but it had crystallized her feelings for her. It
was Mark she wanted, and she told him that.

“Mark, I know I’ve hurt you, but I do love you. I’ll do anything to get
you to stay.”

Mark had stopped. “Really? Anything?”

“Yes. Anything.” Alice had managed to get both sorrow and defiance into
her voice at the same time.

“If I stay,” Mark began, “I want an end to all your hangups about sex. If
you can screw around on me–”

“It wasn’t …” Alice began and thought better of it.

“You can stop telling me that things I want are dirty.” Mark continued.
“That’s the first thing.”

“O.K. Mark, just don’t leave.”

“Second, you can spend the rest of the week showing me that you’ve turned
over a new leaf.”

“I will, Mark, I will.”

“Third, You’ll have to pay for tonight, any way I think you should.”

Alice thought of what she knew of Mark, and decided that she could endure
anything that he might come up with.

“Whatever you think is fair, Mark. Just remember I love you.” Alice
answered.

“We’ll see how much. Take off your clothes.”

Alice had been afraid of this. The phrase, “Like a bitch.” now had a new
meaning to her.

She had turned her back to Mark and taken off her shirt. She hung her
shirt on a chair, thankful that Dave hadn’t been one for hickies. She took
off her wrinkled skirt with more trepidation. Mark knew she never went out
without panties.

“Turn around.”

Alice tried to look demure. It was hard. Not only was she naked, but
freshly fucked as she was, there were still traces of Dave’s come on her …
and dripping out of her.

Dave continued, in small strokes, to shove his cock back further into her
ass. She had taken it all.

“Like a bitch!” She thought.

He had gone into her to the hilt and rested a moment before beginning to
fuck her ass.

“like a bitch!” Alice thought.

He had made her come from the dual pressure of his hand on her clit and his
prick in her ass.

“I’m coming, Like a bitch!’” She thought as her orgasm erupted.

Dave had kept her coming for nearly three minutes. His hands had had to
hold her in place to prevent her gyrations from unseating him.

Finally his spurting into her ass ended things and the two fell in a
semi-swoon on his large bed.

Half an hour later Alice had put on her skirt and blouse, her underwear
stuffed into her purse.

In the end it was easier to suck his cock than it was to refuse.

Dave’s cock had grown to its earlier proportions fairly quickly. Alice
was at least fairly sure that he didn’t expect her to let him erupt in her
mouth. When he was hard he had continued to have her suck on him, guiding her
mouth up and down, setting the tempo.

Alice had begun to worry when he had pulled it out.

Dave turned her back over on her hands and knees. She had pulled two of
the pillows from the bed to put under her arms for support. He had reached
around and was fingering her slit from behind her.

Unable to hold still, she thrust her ass back at his cock. She wanted to
feel his cock inside her and, oddly, she was thrilled to be getting it on her
hands and knees again.

The phrase, “Like a bitch!” went on and on in her head as she shoved her
bottom out to receive his prick.

Dave entered her slowly. He seemed to want to slow her down, to make his
strokes as long as possible. After four strokes, he pulled out and put his
now well lubricated cock against the rosebud of her asshole.

He had the head in before she had stopped shoving her ass back at him,
trying to recapture his cock.

When she had had her fourth orgasm from his fingers, he had presented his
limp organ to her face. She knew what he wanted and she looked desperately
for a way out.

She had gone down on Mark (and to both boyfriends before him), but never
after sex. She didn’t mind a clean cock, but to lick one that had just …

That was too much.

But here was Dave, and she would have to admit that she was bothered by
something he obviously thought was fine. He had already gone down on her, and
after coming in her as well.

When I walked into the party in my black outfit, it was immediately
obvious that I was the only woman there. The guys, some of whom had been
to the house with Joe, all took turns dancing with me, and that was fun.
But within an hour, I was being led down the hall, into a bedroom, and
being stripped at Joe’s urging. For the next four hours, I had continuous
sex, until all eleven men were exhausted, and I couldn’t get them aroused
any more.

That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m.,
the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was totally unbelievable
and beyond anything I had ever dreamed possible. Joe screwed me three
times, and Mark screwed me four times! Each of them sucked me until I
reached orgasms, and I sucked both of them off twice. While Joe was
screwing me, Mark straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. Then
they would switch, and Mark would screw me from behind as I sucked Joe,
lying on the bed. Joe fell asleep first and then Mark, and that’s the
order I woke each of them the next morning, by sucking them to orgasm.

When we arrived at Mark’s
apartment, Joe introduced me as his “sexy landlady,” and said, “Her husband
is out of town and anything goes!” I was so embarrassed in front of this
total stranger. Joe then went into the kitchen to make drinks, and Mark
put his arm around me, telling me to put on the little outfit he had “heard
so much about.”

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and called Joe at his friend’s
apartment. People (including Duane) were asking me where Joe was and why
he wasn’t home. But the real reason was, I now needed my constant sex, and
I especially needed Joe to suck me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the
phone, I pleaded with Joe to come back and he didn’t agree until I told him
I would do anything he wanted me to do.

Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would drive Joe
absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking hit new heights of
excitement. I would walk around in my outfit for him, and then he would
undress me down to the garterbelt, nylons and heels and I would keep those
on as we made love and sucked each other. We had a wonderful relationship.
We would carry on like this everyday and I would have two, three, even
sometimes four orgasms a day!

From that day on, our schedule was for me to suck him until he came
(and I swallowed it), then we would make love until he came a second time,
and then he would suck me until I had my greatest orgasm of the day.
Somehow, each day and each orgasm was better than the last. Needless to
say, I loved every second of our lovemaking.

Soon after we started, Joe insisted on performing oral sex on me. I
resisted at first, but finally gave in, and, within a few short minutes, I
experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my life! From that second on, I
couldn’t get enough of his sucking and screwing me. He never failed to
bring me to climax and I was so hooked on his wonderful body and tongue
that I would have done almost anything to have him suck me.

One afternoon, Joe came in unexpectedly and caught me sitting on his
bed, reading his magazines. I was embarrassed beyond words, and wanted to
die! I could feel myself blush from head to toe, and Joe tried to console
me, telling me not to be ashamed. We began to talk, and he asked me a lot
of questions about my attitude towards sex, and even my experiences. I had
never talked to anyone about sex, and I just opened up, for the first time
in my life.

Duane’s job keeps him on the road constantly and he is gone more than
he’s home. We bought a house when we moved to Baltimore, and the upkeep
and expenses in the area are demanding. We live near a large state
university and decided to rent out a room to a college student. Duane and
I didn’t want just anybody living in our house, so we were fortunate enough
to have a church member recommend her nephew to us.

As you can guess, I was the dumb little country girl in the big city
for the first time – I had never been exposed to all the sex and violence
and four-letter words in the “outside” world. Duane and I were about even
in the sex department, and I didn’t believe people could do the things to
each other that I have recently discovered they do.

Dave had come a second time and had barely allowed her to get her breath
before his fingers were buried in her snatch.

“He’s treating me like a bitch!” She thought. The thought made her hot.

He had played her body like a violin, keeping her on the edge of orgasm
for minutes at a time.

As she came the second time, Dave waited for her to relax and was in her
in a matter of two seconds.

She had come instantly, again.

As she showed herself, he had stroked her mound, rubbed her breasts, and
generally tried to keep her horny.

It had worked.

He had gotten her ready to make love a second time by eating her. Alice
had resisted this. She had never allowed Mark to lick her after they had had
sex. It seemed so–Wrong.

Dave ignored her and went down on her, licking her with much more energy
than Mark did, making her come twice.

Her inability to control Dave made her feel terribly wanton as she allowed
him each liberty. She had come almost as soon as he had entered her, her
skirt still on, on her face, from the rear.

Dave was taking her like a bitch, she thought. The word “bitch” seemed to
excite her even more. She repeated it to herself as his hard member shoved
home, again and again.

When Dave had come, she had expected to get dressed, but instead he had
taken her to his bedroom, removed the rest of her clothes and made her assume
positions on his bed.

I
found that most men like to be sucked off and if I swallowed the sperm, they
appreciated it more. I’m no expert, but I suppose I have sucked 3 or 4
different men off over the last several years. I have gotten to where I
really enjoy sucking men off, albeit some men’s sperm taste far better than
others.” “My, that’s quite a summary of your sex life,” replied Garolynn.
“Well, we’re all friends here, aren’t we?” asked Janis. “At least I hope so
as we have each played with the other’s sexual fantasies here for the last
couple of hours.” “My husband was not nearly as sexually oriented as your
first husband, I guess,” said Garolynn.




Four threesome movies with two busty blonde teens and a guy;

It was in the early spring of 1981, and the weather was warm for the
first time that year. I was finishing up my junior year in high school,
and decided to take a bicycle ride. I left my Vienna, Virginia home and
peddled away. I was bicycling on Rt 193 (I think), and found myself
near the turnoff for Great Falls National Park. I decided to go
there. I was bicycling down this dirt path, when I decided to go
towards the Potomac River, which was down some rocks. Since I didn’t
want my bicycle stolen and I didn’t have a lock for it, I carried my
Bike. It was near the river when I met up with the to ladies. One was
Brittish and was wearing a sear blouse and a black bra. The other woman
was Iranian, and was wearing a sweater on top and black jeans. I
started talking to them, and it became apparrent that the Iranian wanted
to go further down the path (and over some rocks), but the Brittish
lady did not want to. It looked fun to me, but I could not proceed
because of my bike. The Brittish girl offered to watch my bike, and I
went on with the Iranian.

She and I walked down the path, up and down the rocks when eventually,
we came across a steep cliff (which was about 8 feet (or 2.5 meters)
high. I was able to scale the cliff, and once on top, I offerred her
my hand, which she took. While pulling her up the cliff, her sweater fell
a bit away from her chest, and I was able to see her naked breasts (she
was not wearing a bra). I guess I was staring, because she asked me if
I liked what I saw, and I just blushed. When she got to the top, I
think she noticed that my dick was hard, but I wasn’t sure if she had
noticed. We continued walking, and I kept trying to look down her
shirt. She started complaining about the heat (it was getting upto
about 80 degrees), and eventually we reached an isolated spot from which
we could not be seen, and we sat down and talked. After a while, she
asked if I would mind if she took her sweater off because of the heat,
to which I replied no. She then stripped her shirt off, and I tried not
to stare. We continued talking about politics (her home country had
just undergone a revolution), and people, and such.

After a while, I realized that I had to pee. I told her that nature was
calling, and told her that I was going to relieve myself. She replied
that she too had to go. I went behind some bushes, unzipped my fly, and
started to pee. I could see her, but she was unable go see me from
below about the chest area. Anyways, I was watching her, and she was
looking at my face when she got up. I figured that she was going to go
behind some bushes, but instead she pealed off her pants and panties and
squatted. Being a 16 year old virgin, I lowered my head. When I
finished peeing, I stuffed my erect dick back into my pants and walked
back to the clearing. The Iranian woman had finished her buisness and
was laying out with nothing on. I sat down near her when she asked me
if I could put suntan lotion on her back. I said sure, and she rolled
onto her stomach and I spread the lotion on her back. I was purposely
avoiding her rear because I felt most uncomfortable fondling her there.
She had a different point of view though, and this became apparent when
she asked me “why don’t you put some on my butt?” I said ok, and
massaged the lotion into her behind.

While working the suntan lotion against her ass, I let my hands wander
to around the crack of her ass and near her pussy. When I felt her
pubic hair, I pulled my hand away, but when she didn’t react, I put my
hand back against her outer lips. I was very surprised when I felt how
hot and soft her was (I guess I figured that since a man got hard, so
did a woman). I then ran my hand along her crack, and she moaned out
something like “what are you doing?” I pulled my hand away and said
“noting.” She then turned over onto her back and said “do more
nothing.” I then placed my hand over her muff and worked my fingers
around. As I entered her with one finger, she moaned for me to stop. I
stopped, and she worked around to my jeans and unzipped my pants. She
then pulled out my cock and started playing with it. I decided to take
my clothing off, and we where then both naked. I really didn’t know
what would happen next, but I was standing there wearing only a hard-on
with a beautiful woman who was about twice my age.

Fortunately, she knew what to do. She grapped my cock and pulled it to
her face. The wwas she pulled me, I ended up with my face against her
pussy. She then licked my member, and I figuredwhat the hell, and put
my nose up to her crotch. She didn’t smell bad (I guess I assumed she
would), and I licked her slit. She moaned and put my cock in her mouth.
I couldn’t imagine anything ever fealing better than that, but she then
started moving her toungue around. I enetered her pussy with my toungue
and felt it spasm. She continued to work over my dick, but I was so
turned on, I came fast. She swallowed my man juice and proceded to
tense up in an orgasm of her own. She then pulled away from my still
erect cock, stood up, got dressed and left.

I put my pants back on and ran after her. She said that she had what
she wanted, and asked me if I enjoyed it. I said yes, but is that all
there is? She looked at me and said, “I am old enough to be your
mother.” I was a feelling dejected, and it showed on my face when she
said something like “would you of rather nothing happened?” I then
realized what she meant. It felt good, we enjoyed ourselves, so isn’t
that enough? I walked her back to her friend, go on my bike, and
bicycled home.

The End.
–

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Not even sure what he had just done, he slowly removed his
fingers from her cunt and gently rubbed around on her pussy. His
thoughts were on other things he had read, wondering what he was
supposed to do next. There was one thing that he thought she
might like, that he dearly wanted to do for her, but had no idea
at all how to start. “Just try, I guess,” he thought and he
slowly lowered his face to her pussy. It took her a few moments
to realize what he was going to do, being totally unprepared for
it since she knew that he had never been with a woman before.
The fragrance of her cunt was overwhelming and he knew that
he just had to taste her. He caressed her cunt lips with the tip
of his tongue, driving her mad with desire. Pushing his tongue
into her cunt, he tried again to find her clit. Just as with his
hand earlier, he didn’t know whether he did or not. She knew.
He did. She went off again, pushing her cunt up against his face
as he tongue fucked her for all he was worth. God, he hoped he
was doing this right!

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PART ONE

The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA.

There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old
insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest
of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated
from my bad knee — neither sensation was particularly noticable
compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my
labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my
feet and moving.

I could tell that the instructor was watching me,
waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out
what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have
been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured
exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more
probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to
admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor,
a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19
or 20, was definitely looking at me.

Locking down my newly discovered determination
(developed after months of intense therapy — more on that later
if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing
quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the
session without a miocardial infarction.

After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right
up to me as I was headed for the showers.

“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.

“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I
thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is
doing in your class, eh?”

“No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you’re
doing in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are
you busy right now?”

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“No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just
planning to go home and collapse,” I said, laughing.

She laughed too. “Well, if you could put off
collapsing for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of
coffee at Perkins ™.”

“Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out
of shape students?”

“No, not usually, but something tells me I should have
a cup with you.”

I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I can
stop right here and explain that. For those waiting for the
juicy sex scene, wait a little while and I will try to make it
worth it for you to keep reading.

If you’ll recall, I said at the top that I was 40. An
18 year marriage collapsed under me a year earlier. My fault –
I never dealt with my father’s alcoholism and its effects on me.
Denial was a way of life. I became more and more unrelatable to
my wife and my two kids. Alcohol is only one escape from life.
There are many others. Food was one of mine. My divorce was a
real wake up call. I nearly lost my job and everything else in
my life without dealing with my problems, but when I lost my
family, well, that was something that really got to me.

I got into therapy and began to deal with all the
things going on inside my head. But I still wasn’t into
relationships. Too many wounds, many self inflicted, had left my
heart encased in some pretty tough scar tissue. That’s why I
hesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa’s invitation.

“Sure. Sounds great. I’ll meet you in the lobby in 15
minutes.”

Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty
much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the
back of the resturant. Small talk ensues.

“You said you knew why I took your class,” I said, by
way of transition to the real reason we were here, “What did you
mean by that?”

“You’re trying to prove something to yourself. Recover
your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and
in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that.”

“I’ve lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?”

“I know who you are. My sister took a college course
from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to
you, though you couldn’t place me. I know a little bit about
what’s been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance.”

“I’d be careful with that if I were you. It’s still a
touchy subject for me.” I gave her a moment to digest that. “So
I want to recapture my youth. I didn’t think 40 was all that
old, compared let’s say, to 80. Let’s assume for the moment that
you are right. So what.”

“It’s the wrong reason for you to be in the class. You
don’t belong in this group anyway – - I checked at the desk and
they put you in this class by mistake – - you should be doing
lower impact aerobics until you work yourself back into some sort
of shape.”

“So, what would you consider a good reason for me to
take your class?”

“Because you want to sleep with the instructor.”

She said it with a straight face. I’m sure my chin
dropped all the way to my chest before I recovered my composure.
I started to laugh, thinking that she was joking, and was cut off
in mid gufaw by the serious look on her face.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not. There’s only one way you’re going to get
through this class, John, and I’m telling you what it is. You’re
going to have to believe that when it’s all over, there’s going
to be a reward.”

“I’m a little confused.” Wow, what a master of
understatement.

She smiled. I’m sure that I was red as a beet. I was
embarassed and very close to getting angry with her. If this was
some sort of elaborate tease, it was a cruel one for sure.

“That’s true enough. Most men are. Tell me, how long
has it been since you felt attractive?”

Well. That certainly caught me by surprise. To be
honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt attractive. Not
physically anyway. Growing up I had some real conflicting needs
- – the need for attention, yet wanting to blend in to the
background. I wanted people to be close to, but I wouldn’t let
them in. That’s probably why my marriage failed – - my wife could
never get inside of my head because I wouldn’t let her. Some
sort of trust thing. Well, anyway, I had to come up with some
sort of answer….

“A while.” Wow, another pithy comment.

“I thought so. Did you know that when you were my
sister’s teacher in college that she had the hots for you
something fierce?”

“No way!” I remember my ex-wife warning me about all
the coeds who would get the hots for me and try to ‘make the
grade’ so to speak. I used to laugh, point at myself, and say,
“Yeah, right. Just look at me, Joe Stud.”

“She did. She used to tell me about it all the time.
The only reasons she didn’t hit on you then were that you were
married at the time and she knew what kind of negative effect
teacher-student relationships can have on faculty members. But
she used to tell me her fantasies, and believe me, she was hot
for you. By the way, if you ever tell her I told you this, I’ll
kill you.”

“That’s incredible. But what’s the point?”

“The point, John, is that you are trying to make
yourself physically appealing because that’s what you think all
women want. And the reason you think that way is that that’s
what men look for in a woman. Admit it. If I were 40 pounds
overweight you and I would not be having this conversation would
we?”

“If you were 40 pounds overweight, you wouldn’t be an
aerobics instructor, either, but yes, I guess you’re right. So?”

“Some women are turned on by a man’s personality,
believe it or not, and can even overlook some pretty major
physical flaws. Ever wonder why Christie Brinkley married Billy
Joel?”

“So, are you trying to tell me that I turn you on,
somehow, right now even though I look more like Dom Deluise than
Burt Reynolds?”

“Not quite. But my sister and I are a lot alike. I
think that if I spent some time with you, I could become very
attracted to you. One thing you should realize is that a lot of
those blow dried body building types are so stuck on themselves
that they make lousy lovers. Other kinds of guys, more like you,
are more attentive to their partner’s needs and can actually be
more satisfying sexually.”

I was flattered to say the least. My self esteem was
growing by leaps and bounds. But I was waiting for the other
shoe to drop. No, sir. This wasn’t going to be happening the
way it looked. No beautiful female like the one sitting across
the table was going to get the hots for me all of a sudden. And
even if she did, I was sure that it would be a short
relationship, particularly when she got a load of my lack of
staying power — though if she liked getting head, it might make
up for it — I’m very good at that.

“But, (here it comes, I thought) there’s a catch.”

“I knew it.”

“You do need to get into shape, and not just so you’ll
be some sexy middle aged stud either,” she laughed, taking the
sting out of the jibe, “but for your health. And, by the way,
being in shape will make you a better lover to boot. So, here’s
what I’m proposing. You attend my class regularly — but don’t
try to keep up with everyone, just go your own pace — and do
something about your food intake, and I think you’ll start to see
some results. It might help to do nautilus along with the
aerobics to shape your body a little as you take the weight off.
Now, the good part. I am confident that if you work at it, you
can get to where you want to be, physically, in about six months.
Between now and then, we’ll keep meeting for coffee and getting
to know one another a little better. If you’ve been faithful to
the physical regime for six months and make your goal weight (I
had told her it was 200 lbs even) you and I will spend a weekend
at a cabin I inherited from my grandparents. It’s in a very
secluded location on a beautiful lake not far from here.”

Incentive? This had to be it. I agreed to her terms.
Hell, even if I didn’t end up making love to her, I would be in
somewhat better shape then I was right now. But it was going to
be a long six months.

PART TWO

That conversation happened six months ago. Through
some changes in my nutritional habits and the physical effort
required by my aerobics class and daily walks of about 5 miles or
so (along with some nautilus sessions two or three times per
week), I have achieved my goal weight and I am in the best shape
of my adult life.

Believe it or not, after the first few sessions, I
began to enjoy the aerobics workouts for their own sake, rather
than just because I thought I might get into the instructor’s
pants. Over the three month period we occasionally went out for
coffee after a workout session, but the subject of her cabin in
the woods and what we might do there did not come up for further
discussion.

That’s why I was kind of surprised when I opened my
mail today. There was a card with a note inside and a map. The
note said “Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor” (which also happens
to be the title of my favorite ‘Moody Blues’ album) and it was
signed “Your Breathless With Anticipation Aerobics Instructor”.
The map showed the route to a lake near the city where I live.
There were written instructions on the back of the map.

I laughed. She hadn’t been kidding. I threw some
things into a duffle bag and headed for the lake.

It was a beautiful drive. Early June in our part of
the world can either be great or horrible. This had been a great
June so far and it promised to be a great weekend to be at the
lake. I couldn’t have cared less about the weather, though,
since I planned on spending most of my time indoors.

I was a little nervous. I hadn’t been intimate with a
woman other than my wife since 1973 and she was the only one with
whom I had ever had sexual intercourse. I may not have been very
relatable, but I was definitely monogomous. So, I didn’t know
how things were going to go, and I really wanted to please Lisa.

Following the instructions on the back of the map, I
soon found my way up the long winding drive to the top of the
hill overlooking the lake where Lisa’s “cabin” was. Some cabin.
Three bedrooms, including a master suite with a jacuzzi on a deck
overlooking the lake. Big living room with a field stone fire
place. Lots of comfortable looking furniture and hardwood
floors. Lots of glass facing the lake. Large boathouse with
what appears to be living quarters above. Space for two or three
boats. One, a large inboard is tied up to the dock.

Lisa came out to meet me when I pulled up to the car
port. She looked great in a pair of shorts and a halter top. A
five foot nine inch vision of firm, healthy flesh topped with
that beautiful brown hair (you can have your blondes — I’ll
take brunettes every time).

“You made it! I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

She ran over to my side of the car and grabbed me in a
big hug as soon as I got out.

“Who could resist an invitation like that? Of course I
came.”

“I’m glad. This has been a long six months for me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“While you’ve been dieting and exercising, I’ve been
completely celibate. I haven’t even masturbated.”

I was a little startled by this admission, masturbation
not usually being a subject I discuss with women.

“What about you?”

“Lisa, if you’re serious about going through with this
reward thing, you’ll be the second woman to whom I’ve made love
in my lifetime, and since I outgrew masturbation about the same
time my voice changed for good, I’d say that I’m in about the
same shape as you.”

“Good. Now, give me that bag and I’ll show you
inside.”

She gave me a quick tour of the place, ending back in
the living room. The mid afternoon sun was shining through the
pine trees making dancing patterns on the living room floor.
Lisa was holding both of my hands in hers and we were facing each
other in front of the fire place. By mutual consent and without
words we moved together. My arms went around her waist and hers
went around mine. Our mouths met in a light kiss — just lip
contact. Her perfume, light and sweet but not overpowering, came
up to greet me.

“You smell delicious,” I murmured into her ear.

“You smell like a man. A man that I very much want to
make love to right now.”

Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss,
our tongues beginning to dance with one another, probing,
piercing, licking. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel
her breasts pressing against me. I know she had to be able to
feel my erect member pressing against her.

The kiss finally broke. She disengaged herself from my
embrace and began to walk out of the room. I followed. Within
moments we were in the master suite, standing by the king size
bed, embracing once more.

I found the tie at the back of her halter top and
untied it. She backed away and allowed it to fall to the floor
in front of her, barring her breasts to me for the first time. I
moaned with lust at their beauty. This was no frustrated
anorexic exercise freak. This was a healthy adult woman who
respected her body enough to take care of it and who also had a
great body to begin with.

Her breasts were perfect. They projected straight out
from her chest without any hint of sag. While obviously well
supported by underlying muscle, they were not the breasts of a
body builder. Her light brown areolae were capped with nipples
which stood out from the surrounding flesh like the tips of small
fingers.

She allowed my inspection to continue for a few
moments, and then, “My turn,” she said, pulling my t-shirt out of
my jeans and over my head. We embraced once more, each gasping
as our flesh met skin to skin for the first time. Her nipples,
hardened with arousal, dug into my flesh like two points of
flame. We kissed again and my hands were all over her back,
stroking, kneading, caressing.

I worked my hands down under the waistband of her
shorts and discovered that she was wearing no panties. I cupped
her ass cheeks, enjoying the firm, yet feminine texture. Her ass
muscles clenched and unclenched as she ground herself against my
erection which was almost painfully trapped inside my jeans.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I began to kiss her
face lightly and then her neck, gradually moving down to her
upper chest just to the point where her breasts began to slope
outward. She moaned with anticipation. My hands also moved
lower, taking her shorts down with them — but slowly, teasingly.

I began to kiss the upper portion of her breasts,
alternating between each one, careful to avoid her nipples which
looked like they might burst at any second. Meanwhile, my hands
had pushed Lisa’s shorts below her knees and they fell to the
floor. She quickly stepped out of them.

My hands, now free to roam where they would began to
lightly explore everything within reach while my mouth continued
to teasingly caress Lisa’s lovely tits. Her own hands came up
and cupped her swollen globes from underneath, offering the erect
tips for my oral inspection. Not wanting to frustrate her more
than was necessary, I accepted her offer.

Mouth, tongue, light nips with the inscisors, gentle
squeezing from my hands, I worked on her breasts for several
minutes until I felt Lisa take my head in her hands and pull me
back up.

“Enough,” she gasped, her voice husky with her passion,
“I don’t think I can stand up for much longer.”

Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed,
pulling me with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undid
the belt and then the buttons. Her hands were shaking and she
had some trouble with them, but I decided to let her do it on her
own. She pushed the jeans to my ankles. I stepped out of them.
My erection, barely contained by my shorts, was now right in
front of her face.

Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked her
fingers inside the waistband of my jockeys. In another moment
they joined my jeans by the side of the bed. Her hands flew to
my cock, grasping it firmly, squeezing and pumping — seemingly
measuring its length and thickness, testing the firmness of my
maleness.

Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and she
slowly moved her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She began
to lick the glistning discharge, obviously relishing its salty
taste and slimy texture.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

Without another word she slipped the head of my cock
into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing the
sensitive flesh on the underside of my cockhead, then moving all
around to provide a slick coat of saliva.

Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed my
cock from her mouth and began licking it all over. Her right
hand squeezed my shaft firmly and rythmicly while her left hand
gently caressed my secret sack.

The combination of her lips, tongue, mouth, and hands
soon had me breathing hard, but I knew that there was no danger
of me ejaculating any time soon just from this, pleasant though
it was. I felt that it was time to move on to other things.
She could suck me off later if she wanted, but first, I wanted a
taste of what was hidden within her jade gate.

I placed my hands on her head and pulled her face up
for a kiss. Her sweet mouth was now flavored by my pre-cum and
the musk which naturally occurs on and near the male genitalia.
We were both breathing rather hard.

“Lisa, you have given me so much in the past few
months, and now here we are, right where you promised we would
be. I want to give you something special. Please lie back on
the bed and relax. And don’t be afraid to tell me what you
want.”

“All right, John,” she smiled as she followed my
instructions, displaying herself provocatively on the large bed.
I took a moment to drink in the sight. She looked so beautiful
laying there, anticipating what I might do next. She had
obviously been getting a little sun, and she must not have had
much for a bikini, judging from the tan lines and the nearly
complete lack of hair at the junction of her thighs. My heart
was in my throat as I crawled up on the bed next to her.

Peformance anxiety? I’ll say. I wanted so much for
this scene to be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily,
I remembered the mental exercises which I had learned in therapy
and quickly regained control of myself, all the while lightly
caressing Lisa’s flawless skin in a seemingly random way. Her
body trembled slightly at my touch and a small moan escaped her
lips as my hands reached the swell of her breasts and lingered
there a moment lightly teasing the swollen buds which crowned
them.

She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighs
together. I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakable
odor of a female in heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to a
starving man the scent drew me, but I resisted. It would be too
easy to just spread her legs and dive in, satisfying my craving
for pussy juice, and probably giving her a good climax as well,
but I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick cum for
both of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given me
back my self respect and I wanted to make this special for her.

I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side of
her shoulders, and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as a
very gentle oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing,
probing. Gradually it deepened and I felt her arms encircle my
back, her hands pulling me down until I was laying half on the
bed and half on top of her. It was a long, deep, wet kiss — the
kind Kevin Costner talked about in “Bull Durham” — and it lasted
until we both had to come up for air.

But I didn’t stop kissing her, I just quit kissing her
mouth. My lips and tongue were busy all over her face, giving
her little, quick, light kisses and then moving on to kiss and
lick the soft skin of her lovely neck. I could feel her pulse
throbbing just beneath her skin and I imagined for a moment that
I was a vampire, about to dine on the rich life giving blood
surging through her veins.

I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving her
hair aside to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Her
breathing and the low cooing and occasional gasps told me I was
on the right track. I’ve never known a woman for which the back
of the neck is not a major league erogenous zone, and kissing or
licking this area has never failed as a foreplay technique, for
me anyway, your mileage may vary.

My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail across
her perfect skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leaving
their own shining evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed,
kissed, licked, and caressed every square inch of her back and
down her sides, even to those portions of her breasts which were
exposed in this position.

As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legs
slightly, as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready to
quit teasing and so I lightly glided over those splendid mounds
and concentrated on completely covering first one and then the
other leg with kisses from thigh to toe and back again, spending
a particularly long, and for her excruciating, time on the
sensitive skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to hump
the bed, attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubic
mound into the matress. Her musk was a rich perfume which
saturated the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me to
its source. I moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of her
thighs and the closer I came to their junction, the wider Lisa
spread her legs, and the more of her powerful scent was released.
This made it difficult to resist simply crawling up between her
legs and shoving my trembling cock deep into her sopping slit. I
was intent, however, on tasting her first, and so I locked down
my control and continued working my lips and tongue up the inside
of first one thigh and then the other, until I had placed wet,
sloppy kisses in the crease on either side of her hot, pulsating
mound.

Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, she
let out a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I found
these little sounds incredibly arousing — maybe it was a power
thing, or maybe it was just knowing that she was taking pleasure
from something I had done, but it was a powerful aphrodisiac none
the less.

Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in
anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her
pussy. My breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly – - I
then inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerful
feminine odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to her
molten center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hard
and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of her
slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices
glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and
creating a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating the
surface of her crinkled brown asshole.

At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began
to tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned
loudly at the contact, and I moaned too, at the heat and taste of
her. I was going to make a gormet meal of this beautiful woman’s
pussy, displayed so marvelously before me. But I did have some
table manners, and so I did not just dive in and begin devouring
her like some barbarian savage — though my lust crazed brain was
urging just such a course. The time for devouring would come,
but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were a
delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.

My tongue lingered on each surface it touched,
carefully tracing the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbing
gently, yet insistently, on the smooth skin between the major and
minor folds. She tasted wonderful, like no woman I had ever had
before. I carefully avoided her clitoris for the time being,
concentrating on exploring all of the other interesting areas of
her slit first.

She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayed
this enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds she
made as I found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips. She
wanted more, and she reached down and grabbed the backs of her
knees, pulling them up to her chest and then spreading them wide,
opening herself completly to my hungry gaze.

My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up into
her juicy hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into my
waiting mouth. All subtlty was forgotten now as I gorged myself
on Lisa’s beautiful pussy. My hands were under her buttocks now,
pulling her up to my face, not that she wasn’t thrusting there
anyhow, but this way, I was able to control her movements and
maintain contact. My mouth was everywhere in her crotch.
Sucking her large outer lips between my own and lashing them with
my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue across her now distended
clit, working over the top of her mound with my mouth. I
established no pattern in my attack, and so she did not achieve
the rhythm necessary for an orgasm. This was all a little bit of
a tease on my part, but I knew that she would quickly climax once
I really set out to produce one for her, and so I kept up my
onslaught. Looking up, through the V of her slit, I saw Lisa
grasping her tits, squeezing the nipples until I thought they’d
pop right off her chest. She was moaning and thrashing in my
grip.

“Make me cum…please…make me cum, baby…I need it
soooo bad…” she moaned.

Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of
my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head
from side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only much
faster. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up too long without
getting extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just about
guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I was
right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heard
Lisa’s low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge
of the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her
hands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like
she wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue
moving on Lisa’s clit as much as I could and she continued to
climax for a number of minutes.

Finally, she pushed me away.

“Enough,” she gasped, “I can’t take any more.”

I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front
of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of
sorts. Some women don’t mind if you go down on them, as long as
you don’t try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face
and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips
opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor
on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly
up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs.

“God, John. No one’s ever done that to me before. Not
like that, anyway.”

I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like
it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost.

“You’re welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure
to give you that experience.”

I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so
that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and
pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and
dripping) cock.

“Hmmmm. What have we here,” she said, grinning at me
and reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. “I think he’s
lonely, and needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don’t you?”

She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was
on top of me. I felt her hands between us again as she
positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood.
She gave a little push downward with her hips and the head
slipped inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had it
all.

I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet,
grip. The interior of her sex was like a strong hand which
squeezed every square inch of the surface of my cock. She held
me there, her eyes closed as she too was affected by the
sensations of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulled
her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atop
my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on every
down stroke.

She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive
series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the
wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa’s beautiful
body.

From this position it was a simple matter for me to
reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her
delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying
with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing
her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons
with my worshiping lips.

With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reach
down and grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I just
couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman was riding my cock.
I felt like all the Christmas mornings I could remember all
rolled into one. I gripped her ass and started lifting her up
and down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck, driving my
hips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into me. We
were both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers sought
the crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the wrinkled
rosebud of her back door. She instantly relaxed the powerful
sphincter and my finger sunk inside to the second knuckle.

“Yessss,” she gasped, “play with my ass, baby.”

Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to
stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of
my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my
balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm
approached.

Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down
around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her
spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled
out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent
of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode
out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested
herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the
gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had
just shared.

We must have dozed off in that position, because I woke
up a while later with her still perched on top of me. My now
shrunken cock had slipped out of her. My crotch was covered with
the sticky combination of my cum, which had leaked from her, and
her own sweet juices. A shower was in order, and I smiled at the
thought of sharing a shower with Lisa.

I kissed her lightly on the lips, which caused her to
come awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sight of me laying
underneath her. She smiled, dreamily, and kissed me back.

“Have a nice nap,” I enquired?

“Mmmm, yes,” she purred.

She rolled off of me and stretched out on the bed.
That sight was almost enough to bring my cock back to full
attention. She looked down at the mess at my crotch and she
began to laugh.

“What a mess you are. Let’s get into the shower and
clean up a little. Then, it’s time to eat…I think we’ll need
the food to keep our energy up, don’t you?”

Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn’t be
very long before we were back in her bedroom again, doing our
impression of mink in heat.

TO BE CONTINUED
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