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ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE
Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]
To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.
I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.
Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”
Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!
We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”
For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.
“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”
I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.
At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.
As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”
But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.
After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”
I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.
The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.
As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.
As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.
I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.
Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.
After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.
T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.
“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.
I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”
She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was old-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.
On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.
I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.
We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.
I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.
We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.
I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.
T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into old-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”
After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”
So this is a follow up to a problem I had come about a little over a week ago. Quick flashback, my friend/fuck buddy's daughter messaged me asking me to do to her what I do to her mother. Now I have been wanting more than to be just fuck buddies but for some reason she has not seemed interested in more than that. Not sure if I mentioned it in the other post but her name is Amy and the daughter's name is Maria. (Just to be clear, names have been changed for added anonymity).
So for just about a week, I have been trying to figure out exactly what to do about the message I got from Maria. Having never had a father figure in her life, she has always sort of gravitated towards me as one. I have never minded that at all either. She always seemed to just want to have someone other than her mother to count on. So getting a message wanting me to do things to her that I do with her mom was beyond a shock. I was speechless in every way possible. I posted something here because I found that being able to "talk" about it was easier than keeping it to myself and no way to really figure out the best way to handle the situation. While I had some obvious comments of what to do, there were a few that were very helpful with this situation. So I felt I would share what happened the next time I met up with Amy.
As always seems to be the case, the weekend was coming up and as usual, I knew Amy would be calling and wanting to fuck. Trust me, I never mind when she does either. I won't be boastful and describe her as some hot super model that has perfect measurements. I will descibe how Amy looks to give you a "visual" as best as I can. She is about 5'6", around 140-145 pounds (not a rail and not fat either), just motherly. You know how a woman may have a few extra pounds on her after having a few kids. Even years later I mean. I love that she has an ass I can grab and smack and tits that I can really have fun with which I believe are 36 D's. She has another daughter younger than Maria as well. I just thought of the perfect person that best compares to Amy. Imagine Reese Witherspoon with about another 15-20 pounds on her. I am not even remotely kidding with this either. I have even asked her to roleplay like she was Reese while we have been fucking. Sadly, she never does. Okay, back to what brought me here. Sorry.
Amy calls and asks if I am coming over because she is really horny and she also has a surprise for me. I wonder why she asks me if I am coming over as ususally she just says, let's fuck, get here as soon as you can. I tell her I will be there as soon as possible and that I have to get a few things so I don't have to drive from her place to mine all weekend.
I always love coming into the house when Amy is worked up and overly horny, sometimes she will be sitting on the sofa totally naked and waiting for me. Or sometimes in her bedroom with her favorite toy getting herself warmed up for all the fun we know we are going to have. Well, this time was different for one reason only. She had a video camera set up in the bedroom and was already filming herself. NO, there will be nothing posted here. She has the video and you will understand later why.
I have been wanting to make a video with her for a long time now and think that is what the surprise is. But I am in for yet another shock. I see her there and in the middle of getting herself off. She has her purple vibrator out today. This one is one I usually use on her myself because of the afffect it has on her. Oh, I forgot to mention, Amy is a squirter. And this vibrator makes her squirt what always seems like gallons. The orgasms are too intense for her and that is why this vibrator is used only when I am with her. I also notice that the bed is already soaking wet. Instantly I am hard and without a thought at all, I am naked and on the bed and in between Amy's legs licking and sucking on her pussy. I literally love to go down on her. Really most of the women I have ever been with, I always enjoyed eating their pussy more than actually fucking them. I just love the taste of a woman's pussy and how it feels on my lips and tongue.
Amy seemed to have it timed and I think she heard me coming in and held off on purpose on another orgasm until I came in the room. Not long after I get my face in between her legs and my mouth on her pussy does she explode all over me and damn near drowning me. Hey, if ever you are going to drown and die, that would be the way to go. At least for me it would be. Anyway, as Amy is squirting all over my face, she is getting alot more vocal than any other time of us being together. I mean, usually neither of us has to say anything to the other. We just know what we both like and don't like after so many times of being together. Not entirely strange for her to say anything, just strange in the manner she was saying it. It's not until later that I find out why.
Once she hits her orgasm and squirts, I pretty much just have to fuck her now. Once again, Amy gets pretty vocal. I figure its just for the camera and to be honest, I never even looked to see if the damn thing was even really on or not. But I figure hey, shut up and get busy. She may change her mind if I fuck up and say something stupid. I work my way up her body kissing, licking and sucking all the places that I know she loves so much. I just love her tits too. Again, she has mother tits, not perky like she was when she was in her late teens and early twenties, but they sure as hell aint saggin' either. I mean for me, I think they are just perfect.
I finally get all the way up to her and we are face to face. I love how she looks when she is like this. Its that look you get from a woman that just lets you know that they really do care even if they don't say it. My mind wanders ever so briefly as to why she won't let our relationship go further than just this physical part. I get snapped out of this thought to Amy telling me to "make love" to her. Now I am really fucked up. In all the times we have been together, not once has she ever said that. I took this as a sign of what I hoped to come and what I have wanted for so long.
I oblige the woman of my desires and dreams, this beauty that captures me and makes me want to be with her as much as possible. I then slowly slide my cock inside her and we begin that slow dance. At first, its just me slowly going in and out of her. Then she starts to gyrate her hips in time with me. All the while, she is talking about how it feels for her and wanting me to tell her what it feels like for me. Its almost as if we are the announcers of our own sexual encounter giving a first hand account play by play of what we are doing and feeling.
We continue this for awhile before it just becomes too much for either of us. I can tell that Amy wants to cum again and she knows I won't deny her that. I want to cum as well. I know I am not going to last much longer. I start to pick up the pace and go from "love making" to all out fucking. Amy and I are both worked up and in a frenzy. She tells me to hurry as she is about to cum and I tell her I am about to as well. But she wants me to get her off first because she wants to swallow this time. Knowing that we have all weekend and I can cum in her pussy later, I do exactly as she asks. I start to fuck her as hard as I can so she can cum and squirt all over the place.
I see in her face that she is just about to let loose and make my final push into getting her over the edge. Just as she starts to moan, I pull out of her and she starts to gush over and over and over again. It just doesn't seem to stop even though I know it is over in only moments. I then move as fast as I can to get my cock in her mouth and she starts to suck on me with an enthusiasm I haven't seen in quite some time. I tell her that I am about to cum and this just spurs her on even more. I think in response, I just started fucking her mouth as hard and fast as I was just fucking her pussy. Right about this time I look and see the video camera that I had really kind of forgotten about and I let loose inside her mouth.
Amy is swallowing every bit she can, but some seems to dribble out the side of her mouth. But she is a bit greedy when it comes to swallowing, she wants all of it and doesn't let a bit of it "go to waste" as she puts it, so her hands come up to catch whatever she isn't able to immediately swallow down.
Utterly spent, I flop onto my back next to her in bed to catch my breath. Amy gets up after a few minutes and turns off the video camera that was indeed recording it all. Again, I figure that is the reason for all the vocalization while we were having sex. Oh how little did I know. I told her that I very much indeed liked my surprise and was glad that we finally made a video together. And that I really didn't think about it until the end and that was what drove me to cum so hard.
Now the bomb drops. Amy tells me that she saw Maria's message to me. And this is about where my heart sinks and my balls about enter my stomach. Before I can even utter a response, she tells me that its okay, and knows that I didn't message back. Also that the video camera wasn't my surprise either. Now I am really confused and I am sure the look on my face told her so as well. She tells me that she knew she had negelected to have "the talk" with Maria, bacause she really didn't know how to approach the subject. But after seeing that message, she figured that something had to be done and what could she do to better explain. So she sat Maria down and asked her what all she had either seen or heard involving when I would come over.
After hearing all that Maria had to say, Amy knew that she couldn't avoid it any longer. Now, Amy knew that by me not messaging Maria back, or saying anything to her, I was trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation. And I told her that she was 100% correct but if she knew about the message, why didn't she tell me she knew. Amy's response is not nearly what I had expected. Maria had told her that on nights I was over and we thought she was asleep, she would sometimes hear us having sex. At first she didn't really know what was going on, until one night when she caught us without either of us knowing when we were in the family room in the basement and on the sofa.
Amy said that, despite what she saw in her daughters message to me, she was surprised at how forthcoming Maria was in telling her everything. She thought that Maria would have been too embarrassed or self conscious to talk in depth about it. Maria had also told Amy that she had snooped around in her mothers room and found all the toys that Amy has. She didn't know what they were for until she heard her mom moaning one night and went to see if I was there. She peeked in and saw her mom using one of her vibrators and getting herself off.
Apparently after that, whenever I was over, if she couldn't peek in on us, she would listen and start playing with herself as she doesn't have anything else to use. More and more as Amy told me about all the events that took place at her house, the more confused I sort of start getting. So I ask her where she is going with all of this. Amy had thought for a few days as to how to approach this with me, and came up with a solution.
Instead of having Maria asking others or trying to find out on her own about sex, that she was going to make sure that she was educated correctly so to speak. Enter the video camera. Amy figured that since Maria had already caught us fucking and would try to sneak a peek after having seen us once already, she would make the video. Then she could play it for Maria and explain to her what all was going on and taking place. The only thing that Maria has to do, is not let on that her mom and me have made videos for Maria to learn from. Naturally, as this is the first video we have ever done, I ask her what she means by "videos"??
Amy thought that since I have always wanted to make them, we might as well do it in a way that will satisfy Maria's curiosity and she can really learn from it. Which goes back to all the vocalization earlier. But Amy said that if I was not comfortable with it, she would erase the memory card. So after alot of discussion and rules that have to be followed, I agreed. Amy had just one other request for me, and this is where I really start to sweat. She said that when the time is right and ONLY if she (Amy) feels that its okay, that I be the one to make Maria a woman. Now I know that this can all change, but she knew my answer by the hard on I was starting to get at this point.
So, given that we had "instuctional" videos to make, Amy got the camera back out and we started with "Blow jobs 101" for Maria. But it also seemed to include how a woman should stoke a guys cock and mutual masturbation. I wonder what Maria is going to do and think when she sees these this week. I will be sure to post when I find out.
It has been an eventful year for this guy! It has been 1 year since my last post regarding my sister in law and "The Accident" as I dubbed it. p********'s Day passed by the other day and I realized I never really followed up to let you guys know how it played out. Long story short, better than I could have ever imagined... or I think anyone for that matter.
If your memory needs jogging, here is my original post: http://mlps.pika777.eu.org/V5794E07
I left off my story where my wife Lisa gave me amazing sex and swallowed my cum for the first time the night after my sister in law "accidentally" sucked me off. Confused? If so, that's what the link above is for.
I remember going to work the next day wondering if and how my wife found out. The remark about her sucking/swallowing being a family secret plagued me with questions. I thought it was most likely my niece who witnessed her mother, my sister in law Devin, sucking the cum out of me on the floor just inside of my front door. I remembered Devin telling me she would handle it as she ran out the door wiping my cum from her lips. I wondered, did my wife give me one last fuck because she knew and was about to drop some divorce bomb on me.
That night Lisa and I had dinner around 6 o'clock. I was reserved with my words. I didn't even bother making small talk as I was still trying to gauge what exactly my wife knew. She had this undeniable glow about her. Fun in her eyes that I hadn't seen in years. "What's up with you?" I remember asking in a 'why do you have that devilish look' kind of way. "Nnnothing. What did you do at work today?" she asked. I started to answer, "well, we had problems with the system all da..." she interrupted "Mind if I suck on you while you tell me about your day?" She got up to take her plate to the sink and moseyed her way down between my legs.
***ATTENTION*** To this point, this had not ever happened! My wife of 5 years just asked to blow me immediately after supper. That's when I knew she knew about her sister. She had to have some idea. Never in a million years could I expect this. What did I just awaken in her?
"Oh" I remember saying. It didn't matter my answer as she had already undone my belt and shimmied my dick out. My 5 and a half inches sprang to life quickly for the unexpected blowjob. Something that has become somewhat of a regular occurrence. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" I asked as her wet tongue swirled on my cock. In between licks she says "I love you baby!", her head bobs down again "I think I love you now more than ever! I just want to show you." I drink up the last of my beer and I watch as Lisa grips my cock to lick under my balls. "What do you want for your birthday this year honey?" she asked. I had forgotten about my birthday under all of the crazy circumstances of this month. "Some more of this wouldn't be bad." I said. She moaned on my cock and raised her mouth from it to say "I'm going to take care of you baby" tug tug "there's nothing you WANT?" she asked and resumed sucking.
I realized I was imagining her sister Devin's mouth wrapped around my cock and it made me pretty hard. Lisa noticed and intensified her throating technique. She was horny! I looked down to see she had slobbered all over my cock. "What do you REALLY want for your birthday?" she asked again and tried to get me back in her mouth. I stood up, "turn around" I instructed her as I dropped my pants the rest of the way. My wife was suddenly the nympho that I had always yearned for. On her knees still, she assumed the position face down on the kitchen floor. I tugged her pants down and spread her big ass to see her plump juicing pussy. Wondering how I got away with a blowjob from her sister just a week ago. As I slipped into my wife's fat pussy I felt on top of the world. I pounded and filled her full of my cum on the kitchen floor.
The next day, my birthday, I arrived home an hour after my wife like usual. The unusual began as soon as I came through the door. My heavier set wife was wearing nothing. "Ready for your surprise?" she asked. Not suspecting a thing I said yes. "Ok. Get naked! Sit down on the couch and put this on." She was excited as she handed me a thick blindfold. I didn't know what to expect. "Just what are you going to do to me, sweets?" I asked, really kind of curious. Granted she's been rare lately, I had never seen this blindfold before. She's never been in to toys or role playing or SEX for that matter up until the 'Accident'. "Don't worry about it." she said.
Blindfolded. Naked. She turns on some electronic music with bass that she likes. Aside from the music filling the house it's quiet. I start feeling warm pecks on my flaccid dick. I can feel her warm breath on my dick and I start to become aroused. Now I'm being sucked and it feels good. Thinking the whole while, hands down the most attention this guy had gotten in a long time. Little over a week ago her sister Devin had a chance encounter with my average Joe and it seemed like ever since Lisa was treating me like a king.
I'm slouched down on the couch at this point. Legs sprawled and I'm being throated. Head back on the couch. A hurricane of a blowjob, if you will. It felt like at any one moment all of my hog was being sloshed around. Then it got really warm on the tip of my cock. The difference between the cooling saliva on my balls to the warm suction around my head was something! Suddenly, I can feel the couch sink in beside me as a warm body nestles up to me. Startled, my heart starts racing as someone is still sucking gently, warming the tip of my cock.
"Who's sucking you?" Lisa's voice whispers to my ear. I must have made some inaudible sound at that point. I was already stunned. What the fuck was happening? I hear giggles. As I lift my head from the back of the couch, Lisa pulls away the blindfold. "It's big sister!.. and she's not sucking, she's fucking!" Before my eyes can adjust I see Devin on her knees, pussy wrapped around the head of my cock, she slams back and I'm in heaven. "Happy Birthday!" they shout. I thought I was hard before but at this point I felt like I was going to break off inside of Devin. Lisa moves back to the floor at the side of the action. Hot, dirty, filthy look in her eyes. "What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" Lisa reaches her right hand under the action to touch her sister's clit. Devin moans at the touch, pumping back on me and I'm not sure I have much left. Lisa lowers her head and starts to tongue her sister's asshole.
It really registered then. When I was at my hardest. Lisa licking her own sister's asshole while she fucked me. Her tongue slipping down over the top of my cock as it slipped in and out of Devin. The look on my face gave me away, "Ohhh no! This one's mine" Lisa exclaimed. She grabbed ahold of me and pushed her sister by the ass. Rock fucking hard and glistening in Devin's juices, Lisa glided 2 mouth reps down my cock and I exploded! Cum blasting out of her mouth, exploded!
Devin circled back around to lick my cum from Lisa's face. I'm seeing her gorgeous tits for the first time. One of the hottest moments I've witnessed at that point, even after all that just happened. The sisters glance to my dick and see a bit of cum on my shaft and they go for it. "I told you I would handle it." Devin said with a smile, putting my guy in her mouth. My wife, touching herself says "We're gonna play around, you let us know when you're ready to go." Lisa moves behind her sister and begins to eat her. Devin, resting her head on my thigh with my flimsy soldier just sitting in her mouth. Sucking it in her mouth like you would a piece of candy. Watching Lisa intently munching her sister from behind Devin's arching back. Devin moans. I'm hard again.
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I'm not even fucking shitting you. I'm trying to get them on here to justify my claims but they don't seem too eager to let the world know. Devin and Lisa are the closest of sisters. It took me 5 years to unlock it... but it is unlocked now. I've had an insane year with these two. Plenty more to tell.
JRox
A few days ago I took a hefty crap. It stuck to the back of the toilet bowl. No big deal but my girlfriend called me yesterday morning and said she was coming over for dinner. I tidied up my house and went to scrub my toilet. The shit was stuck on like glue and I broke my toilet brush handle trying to get it clean. I then remembered I had one SOS pad left under the kitchen sink. I used it and the toilet was sparkling again. It was my last SOS pad so I rinsed if off and put it back into the kitchen. After we finished eating I took it back out and scrubbed the pots and pans. The SOS pad had everything shining again. I need to write to the SOS people thanking them for a great product!
My Last Boyfriend
The thing that stuck with me the most was how he'd arrange to having me give him a blowjob. He would usually sit down to watch some hardcore porn movie in the living room with me. His tastes would often veer towards the fetishistic. For a time he was heavily into interracial gangbangs, that's where one blonde buxom bimbo would have to take on five or more well-hung black studs who'd fuck her silly. Then he moved on to facials and bukkake videos which would show some girl serving a number of cocks, only to have them cover her face in semen. He soon developed a particular fondness of a specific German brand of those videos which would also often culminate in the girls getting their cum-drenched faces showered in gallons of fresh piss. He'd have them playing on our TV, letting me hear the sounds of strangers fucking, sucking and cumming while I carefully unzipped his pants and let his cock slip into my mouth, lovingly licking and slurping on his veiny shaft. Soon thereafter he discovered yet another style of hardcore pornography to get him hard and ready. This time the videos added another element to the cumshots, gangbangs and golden showers: the humiliation, degradation and torture of the girl. He'd come so hard watching some young and innocent looking teen get tied up, spanked, hurt and verbally abused to the point of tears and frequently beyond. He savored the moments when she would be called whore, cumbag, cockslut and so on and loved to see those words have an effect on her. But even those videos of hard, merciless fucking and cruel and abusive domination were nothing compared to his favourite taste in porn: rape.
It was the ultimate turn-on for him to witness a young girl be forcefully penetrated, while she squirmed and begged. He loved it when the camera stayed on her face, absorbing every second of her fear, suffering and humiliation. Occasionally he'd mutter something vicious and hateful under his breath, while the screaming and grunting on the screen kept going. I've no doubt, that his words were as much directed to the girl in the video as they were towards me dutifully sucking and pumping his cock.
As his depraved tastes in porn progressed over the months, he'd want me to ask him to do some of those things he so liked to watch to me. It was one of his hang-ups that he'd never say what he liked to do to me. He never actually said things like 'I wanna tie you up and shove my cock down your throat'; 'Let me fuck you into your asshole'; 'I want to see you taste your own cunt juices before I spurt my cum on you'; 'It makes me so hard to treat you like a cheap and dirty slut'
It had to come from me. All the time. You'd think that would give me some kind of power, but that was far from the case. He was very good at manipulating my emotions to the point that I would feel like I was somehow messed up for not begging him to act out all kinds of weird sexual fetishes on me. Worse yet, he made me feel like I was mistreating him or sabotaging my own feelings for him by not asking him to treat me like some filthy gutter trash whore in bed. So that was what I did.
With each new hardcore video that would get into heavy rotation at home, I would soon ask him during some blowjob or handjob on the couch, if he would do that to me, too. Occasionally he'd refuse at first, slightly disgusted by my apparently sick and filthy urges. But instead of feeling like an idiot, I'd feel ashamed, yet even more eager to win his consent. He had me beg for days before he deigned to give me a golden shower, that I so claimed to want. I had to finger myself to orgasm as he splashed my face with piss, to 'convince' him that I really did get off on it. He was just as stubborn during the first few times he ass-fucked me; when he first whipped me or when he started rough-handling me during sex.
please I want to taste myself on your cock.
please stick it up my ass.
please let me be your nasty little girl.
please hit me.
please I need it to hurt.
please say it like you mean it.
The funny thing is, that after a while, it became impossible to seperate his tastes from mine. The faked thrills blended into actual thrills. I slowly grew accustomed to the taste of his sexual fantasies. I took a liking to not just playing but being his fucktoy, his slave, his victim. Before long I found myself acting out his fantasy of me whenever I was home. At work I'd be myself, chit-chatting with my collegues about this problem student or the other, grading papers, preparing lessons and so on. But shortly after I stepped into our home, I would casually slip into my role of kinky little minx daring him to teach me a lesson in humility.
As it turned out, all he was waiting for was a little encouragement. Some reassurance that I was willing to be used for every sordid little fuck fantasy he had set his mind to. Which was why I often found myself tied and bound, my clothes torn off me and his thick prick ramming into me with as much anger as he could summon. All while he beat me and yelled obscenities and abuse into my face untill I was crying, screaming and begging him to stop. It wasn't any good until tears were streaming down my face. Nothing would get him off more than seeing the pain he caused by fucking me.
So one time, as I was babbling incoherently in-between my sobs, pleading with him as he pounded my abused asshole and throwing my head around with every loud slap his hand made when it connected with my face... I felt him move his hand away from my red and pulsing cheeks and to my throat. I could barely control my sobbing breaths. He pushed his cock in a little deeper causing me to moan slightly, then he made me lock eyes with him. He stared into my eyes with a mixture of crazed lust and barely concealed disgust. 'You filthy little whore. Worthless fucking cunt. Do you want me to do it with my cock buried in your slut ass?' he hissed at me. For a moment I was confused, then he began to squeeze my throat, chocking me slowly. I felt a tinge of panic, but before I could form the words to beg him to stop, he was angrily thrusting into me again. 'Now what, you piece of shit whore? This what you dream of? Ending up ass-raped and choked in some guy's basement?' he began using his other hand to really smack me around. I tried to scream but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to me. Except for a dry cough and the involuntary jerking from his thrusts I barely registered anything around me. I knew he was beating me, but the burning in my lungs was quickly drowning out the pain. It was only when he pulled his dick out of my puckered hole, that I remembered him fucking me in the ass. Then his grip suddenly disappeared from my throat. I desperately gasped for air, trying to fill my lungs with the comforting coolness of oxygen. Out of the corner of my eyes I barely noticed him, furiously jerking off and blasting his load all over my face. I was about to cry out my surprise when I felt his veiny prick push into my mouth. 'Lick it clean, bitch. All of it.' he yelled moving his dick back and forth in my mouth. I held back my gag reflex as I tasted myself on his cock. Closing my eyes submissively I moved my tongue around trying to lick every part of his shaft. When he pulled out after a while, his dick had gone half-limp. He stood up straight above me, pointing his penis at my face.
I could tell what was coming and started struggling against my bonds. He chuckled, and suddenly I felt the first gush of piss hit my face, splashing into my mouth, my cheeks and down my hair. I let out an anguished cry which I realised turned him on more. His piss hit me with more force than I had expected and as I was thrashing around beneath him, some of it hit my breasts while some even found its way into my mouth as I screamed. When he was done, and I was well-soaked in cum and urine he stepped down again and started undoing my restraints. 'Your one nasty fucking whore' he said, slapping my breast hard once more for good measure. I cringed and said nothing, which as it turned out was a bad idea. He pulled me down by my hair, forcing me to kneel before him on all fours. 'Lick my feet' he demanded, which I obeyed hesitatingly. He ran his hand down my back, slapping my ass hard while I ran my tongue in between his toes. Unhappy with my performance, he pulled me up some more demanding I use my tongue where it belonged. He turned around and bent over slightly bearing his ass towards me. 'Go on and lick it, you stupid cunt. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole' I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at him, How he dared to treat me like this. I hated him for demanding me to lick his shithole. The anger and humiliation was making me tear up. But I couldn't stand giving him the satisfaction of having made me cry like that, so instead I buried my face in his ass crack and start pushing my tongue into him. He started moaning and cursing excitedly. 'I knew it. You fucking pig. you twisted little slut. You love that.' He took my hand and placed it on his semi-limp cock. 'Jerk me off, you sick fuck.' This was too much. I could barely keep myself from crying. But as I dutifuly licked out his asshole, I used my hand to pump him into another erection.
I felt him getting harder in my hand. Once he was ready, he turned around and pressed my mouth open while slowly jerking off right in front of my face. Then he let his balls sink into my open mouth with obvious pleasure, moaning as he did so. 'Use your tongue, fuckhole.' I obeyed and tried to please him as well as I could, licking and sucking his balls. Tasting the mix of his cum and my juices that had stuck to his pubic hair. Soon he got tired of that as well, and holding my head steady with both his hands he pushed his cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat. He pulled back a little only to push in deep again, causing me to gag and struggle for air. He didn't seem to care. He pulled out for a second or two only to thrust himself into my mouth again, as soon as I had stopped gagging and coughing. He kept going until he managed to thrust his dick all the way inside and down my throat. 'Better get used to getting your throat fucked like this, whore. I don't think I can be satisfied without making you deepthroat me.' When he pulled out again thick strings of saliva were hanging between the head and my lips. He nodded approvingly then grabbed his belt from the chair. Instinctively, I moved away from him afraid of being hit again. 'Relax. that's not what I'm gonna use the belt for. I want to play a little game with you.' He made a sling out of his belt and put it around my neck. 'I wonder if you can make me cum while I'm choking you. Let's see if you can make me blow my load inside your hole, before you pass out.' With the last words he jerked up his belt, tightening it around my throat and led me to a chair. He sat down, proudly presenting me with his erection and not letting go of the leash choking me. I straddled him with short and hurried breathes and sank down over him, his hard meat urging its way into me. 'I reckon you get a few minutes headstart, before I make use of this' he held the belt up to my face and grinned at me. I started grinding my hips, moving them up and down in hopes of creating enough friction to get him to orgasm. he didn't seem to care. i started to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples and pushing them up so i could lick them. i tried to hide my panic, when he seemed entirely unimpressed, but I could feel him pushing back more and more. I leaned forward, trying to think of something slutty or whorish to whisper into his ear, but I couldn't think of anything. So I simply dropped any pretense and said what I had been thinking all along.
'Please I cannot take it anymore. This is too much. It hurts. Please stop, Baby. I don't want this.' I could feel tears running down my cheeks. My short breaths had turned into pitiful sobs. 'I don't know the safeword anymore, just stop please.' He was starting to thrust into me now. Harder and harder every time. 'Please don't Baby. I'm begging you'. His thrusts had quickly become violent and painful and I howled out in pain with each. We weren't having sex anymore. He was simply fucking me, using me, destroying me.
Then he suddenly pulled hard on the leash, squeezing my throat shut and cried out as his orgasm was about to hit. I struggled desperately for air, flailing my hands about. He thrust into me hard. I hit him, scratched him, desperate for air. He threw his head back, screaming in extasy. I grasped for his arm, trying to get control of the belt. He barely noticed as he kept spurting his cum into me. My eyes were burning, my lungs cramping and he just kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper into me. I buried my fingers into my throat trying to pry the belt off...
...and then I came.
I confess I've always thought of myself as a straight woman but something recently happened in my life that I'll share with you.
Januarys are always cold in the upper Midwest. This year, though, has
been the coldest we've seen in a long time. But, despite high natural gas
prices and low temperatures, our house had been comfortably warm throughout
the cold spell until the day my husband, Michael, an airline pilot, left
for his monthly four day trip to Europe. Suddenly our almost new, high
efficiency, just out of warranty gas furnace, Michael's proudest home
improvement, stopped - you'll excuse the expression - cold. Frantic calls
to the company with our service contract brought only vague promises of
help "by sometime tomorrow." Even more frantic calls to the "round the
clock repair service guys" brought either more vague promises or outright
refusals to hazard a guess as to when a repairman might make it to our
house. Grrrrr!! Men! Silently abusing my husband for not being home to
handle this problem, I started considering my options as the temperature in
the house fell past the 60 degree mark. We have two girls, one six and the
other eight who would soon be home from school. I needed a place for the
three of us to sleep tonight because once the sun went down, the
temperature in here was going to fall a lot farther.
Just as I started running possibilities through my mind, the phone rang.
It was Carol from a couple of doors down calling to see if I could work at
the school tomorrow. She knew it wasn't my normal day, but one of the
mothers had canceled out on her. Now, Carol Meyers is one of those people
who are involved in every neighborhood activity, do everything well, will
walk through fire for a friend and don't have an enemy in the world. My
older daughter is in the same class as Carol's son and I'd known her since
we moved here five years before. We saw each other at school, at the pool,
at church, at the neighborhood social club; we went out together with our
husbands for dinner and dancing. Carol, I thought, will help us out.
I was right. When I told her that I couldn't help at school because I had
to be home for the repairman, she asked what was going on. And when I
explained our predicament, there wasn't even any discussion. Carol's
husband was down in Virginia someplace for two weeks of navy reserve stuff
and he'd left one of her two guest rooms unusable. (It seems that putting
in the new hardwood floor had turned out to be a little harder than the guy
at the Home Depot promised.) But, if my girls doubled up in the other
guest room and I didn't mind sharing her room, Carol said we were welcome
to stay with her until the heat was fixed.
That was all the invitation I needed. I told Carol - who hates cooking -
that I had a pan of lasagna in the oven and a chocolate cake that I'd bring
for supper. She'd said she'd supply the heat, beds and wine and would
expect us right after school. See, I told my absent husband, who needs a
man around all the time!
The girls got home about 4:00pm and by 4:15 we were on our way to Carol's
with school books, overnight bags, favorite stuffed animals, lasagna and
chocolate cake in hand. Carol, who's in her early thirties, with a cute
pixie face, short hair and nice figure met us at the door, dressed in old
sweats and athletic socks. Typically, she insisted on hugs all around.
Soon the overnight bags were in the proper bedrooms and dinner was on the
table. The kids were in high spirits because of the unexpected
"adventure". I was glad to be under a warm roof and Carol seemed genuinely
pleased to have us there. After seconds on chocolate cake, the children
were put to work on their studies, while we moms cleaned up. By eight
o'clock, the kids were washed, brushed, tucked in and, if not quite asleep,
certainly well on the way. Carol and I were sitting next to each other on
the couch in the family room, warming our toes in front of a nice fire,
sipping merlot, talking and laughing. I felt a nice, pleasant buzz from
the wine and Carol did, too, I think. Anyhow, after a hectic day I finally
began to wind down. It felt nice and I reminded myself that life can be
pretty good. Though I didn't know it, it was about to get a lot better.
We chatted and sipped our wine. At some point, I said that on nights like
this at home, in front of the fire, Michael would rub sometimes my feet,
which I absolutely loved. Carol said she'd rub them for me, if I wanted.
And to my surprise, I found myself swinging my legs up on the couch and
into her lap, as I laid back against the arm of the couch. Carol rubbed my
feet gently, running her thumbs along the bottoms, then slowly pushing her
fingers back up along the tops, towards my ankles. It really felt lovely.
After a couple of minutes, she said sometimes her husband liked to suck on
her toes and asked me if anyone had ever done that for me. I shook my head
no and Carol smiled, lowered her head a little and raising my left foot
with both hands, starting to lick and suck my toes. It would have been
funny, if it hadn't been so pleasant, almost erotic. I suppose if it
hadn't been for the wine (we'd finished the whole bottle) alarm bells would
have been ringing in my head. Instead, I just kind of purred as she licked
my toes and rubbed my foot.
My other foot was lying in her lap and Carol had opened her legs slightly
so it fell between them, resting against her crotch. As she continued to
lick the toes on my right foot, I could feel her pushing her crotch against
my left. Without really thinking about it, I started pushing back and
turned my foot so that the toes dug into her crotch. I realized with a
little start that Carol wasn't wearing much under her sweats, and found
myself getting a little aroused. Our eyes met as I continued to push and
she wriggled her hips a little. After a minute or so, she dropped my foot
back into her lap and shifted position so my toes were no longer pushing at
her crotch. Giving me a little smile she said she hoped I'd enjoyed the
foot rub as much as she had. We both laughed!
Suddenly, I was kind of sleepy; looking at my watch I told Carol that it
was already nine o'clock. She looked at the fire, which had burned down
considerably and said that she didn't feel like getting any more wood and
asked if I was ready for bed. I was tired and said yes. Carol got up from
the couch first, and as she did I noticed a little wet spot in the crotch
of her sweats. She wasn't the only one, my panties were a little moist,
too. My mind may have been a bit fuzzy, but not so fuzzy that I didn't
know we'd been a little "naughty." And had enjoyed it.
When we got to her room, Carol told me to go ahead and use the shower
first, she'd get in when I was done. We both started to undress. I'd seen
her at the pool changing who knows how many times, but now with just the
two of us in her bedroom, and despite the episode in the family room, I
found myself suddenly a little nervous. I tried not to watch her as she
undressed, but couldn't help it Kind of glancing out of the corner of my
eye, I admired her trim figure; she really was an attractive woman and I
wondered what it would be like to touch her. I felt myself start to blush,
because I never thought of other women that way and I wondered why I'd had
so much wine. As I pulled my robe around me and walked into the bathroom I
caught sight of Carol watching me in the mirror with kind of a far away
look. Suddenly our eyes met and she smiled at me, a kind of sexy wicked
smile. Oh boy, I thought and looked away, hurrying into the bathroom.
I stepped into the shower, right into a stream of cold water. I wanted it
to shock me out of the wine buzz that I blamed for the strange way I'd been
thinking and behaving. The cold water caught my attention and I felt my
nipples stiffen and muscles contract from the intense temperature change.
Feeling my head clear a little, I turned the water back to warm and let it
wash over me. I told myself to take it easy. I'd known Carol for years
and in all that time, she'd never shown the slightest interest in any kind
of physical relationship with me. And I hadn't thought about anything like
that since my college days, so I told myself to just let it go.
Turning off the water, I toweled myself down and then stepped out of the
stall and slipped into my robe. Carol was standing by the sink rinsing her
mouth and I said the shower was all hers. Nodding her head, she shrugged
off her robe, got in and pretty soon the room started to fill up with steam
from the hot water. I finished brushing my teeth and then went into the
bedroom. I'd brought a cotton nightie, which at that moment seemed more
revealing that I would have liked and found myself wishing I brought some
pajamas instead. But, too late for that, besides, I thought, I was being
silly. So hanging my robe over a chair by the bed, I pulled my nightie on
and slipped into bed.
I reached for the light on the bed table and turned it off and then lay
back. Pretty soon I heard the water shut off and in a minute Carol walked
out of the bathroom in her robe. The lamp on her side of the bed was still
on, and as she slipped out of the garment, her skin seemed to glow in the
soft light. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it. Her firm
breasts stood out from her chest and her nipples were erect. I wondered if
that was from the cold. Carol would have said that she needed to lose a
couple of pounds, but she didn't. He stomach was flat and her legs and
butt were firm. She cycled in the summer and did cross country skiing in
the winter and it showed. Suddenly I didn't like the way my thoughts were
heading and I turned away, trying to clear my mind.
I heard, rather than saw Carol turn down her side of the bed and I felt the
mattress dip a little under her weight as she got in. I realized that she
hadn't put on a nightie and I turned to look at her in surprise. Almost as
if reading my thoughts, she said she didn't like night gowns or pajamas,
they always seemed to get tangled up. She said she hoped I didn't care.
No, I said it was fine. Leaning back against the head board, she asked if
she could read a little. I turned on my side and propped my head up on my
elbow and looked at her. She was sitting there, her lovely body right
there, not even a foot away. It was as if she was daring me; she was
daring me. No, I didn't mind I if she read I said, as I continued to watch
her. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts, the curve of her neck. I
wondered if her skin was as soft as it looked. I couldn't believe my
thoughts, I couldn't believe how wet I was getting between my legs, how
hard my nipples were. I remembered a girl from college and how sweet that
had been. And then, on it's own, my hand simply reached out and stroked
her thigh.
The touch was electric, as soon as she felt it, she dropped her book and
rolled over on her side to face me. She said she'd started to think
nothing was going to happen, that she'd been wanting to touch me, but
couldn't quite do it. She was so glad I had. And then she leaned over and
kissed me on the lips. I rolled over on my back, still not quite believing
what was happening. She followed me, her lips still on mine. I felt her
mouth open and her tongue pushing at my lips; I opened my mouth and pulled
her in. Our tongues searched every part of the other's mouth, pushing,
probing. We kissed for what seemed like hours.
My hands roamed over the smooth flesh of her back, down her sides, across
her butt. I felt he breasts pushing at mine and suddenly I wanted to feel
her flesh on mine. Wait, I told her and pushed her a way, just for a
second, so I could pull the nightie over my head. Then I felt her weight
on me again and I felt her breasts and nipples against me. I felt her hand
squeeze down between us, in between my legs as she pushed them apart and
then pressed her leg between my thighs.
Feeling her laying between my thighs, her leg pushing up against my pussy,
feeling the wetness seeping from me onto her flesh caused the fire in me to
flare up. Breaking away from her kiss, I ran my lips down her neck, back
up toward her ears. I nibbled her earlobes, biting too hard and drawing a
little laugh from her throat. Easy she said, there was plenty of time. I
answered her by rolling her over, putting my weight on her. My lips
traveled down her neck to her breasts. I took her left nipple in my mouth
and rolled my tongue around it, while my right hand kneaded her other
breast, pulling at the nipple. She moaned and I wondered that I could have
forgotten how soft another woman's breasts could be, how hard and hot her
nipples, and I remembered what it had been like in college.
Carol was moaning softly as I suckled at her breast, her hands rubbing the
back of my head. Slowly I moved my mouth away from her breast, licking my
way down to her belly button, running soft kisses across her stomach. I
given myself up completely to the moment and I heard Carol moan as I pushed
my fingers down through her pubic hair, and cupped the lips of her pussy.
As my tongue swirled around her navel, I pressed my middle finger against
her and parted her swollen lips. She moaned and arched her back as I
entered her and I smiled and told her it was okay as she rubbed the back of
my neck. I could smell her musky scent and opened her further, sliding two
more fingers inside and running them up and down her wet cleft. My thumb
found the base of clitoris and started rubbing at it causing her to buck
and moan even more. I loved the sounds she was making and I felt her hand
pushing my face down, across her pelvis.
Raising myself up on my knees, I trailed my tongue down her loins and felt
her pubic hairs tickle my chin. Lowering my head, I put my lips around her
clit and sucked on it, stretching it, teasing it with my teeth. Carol was
bucking and rolling her hips, moaning and calling me baby and asking me to
lick her. I loved the control I had over her and I grabbed her hips and
pulled them more closely to me. My fingers we still deep inside her vagina
and she was squeezing her legs, trying to trap my fingers and pull them
more deeply into her. I started flicking the top of her clit with the tip
of my tongue and I could feel her writhing under me, hear her moaning,
begging me to make her cum. My other hand was between my own legs, running
up and down my own dripping cleft, circling my clitoris, moistening it,
teasing it, getting me ready to cum as soon I gave Carol her orgasm.
That happened sooner than I thought possible. Suddenly she squeezed her
legs tight against my head, rolled on her side and began to moan as it
started, deep inside her. I could feel her pussy contracting on my
fingers, her hips thrusting up at my tongue as the spasms ran through her
body. I increased the speed of the fingers on in my pussy, and suddenly
felt my own orgasm break loose. Waves of pleasure rolled across me, making
my head spin, making me lose track of everything but the feeling that was
flowing out from deep, deep inside me.
As the heaving of Carol's breasts started to subside and my own breathing
grew slower, I crawled up beside her and kissed her on the lips. She
smiled and wiped my face with her fingers, and then cradled my head against
her breasts. Neither of us spoke, both lost in our own thoughts. I was
thinking of how good it had been and wondering why, after college I had put
it all out of my mind. As I lay there, I felt Carol's hands running up and
down my back. Putting her mouth by my face, she said she wanted to make me
cum like I'd done for her. I smiled and said yes, please.
I rolled over on my back and felt her leaning over me, kissing my forehead,
my cheeks. Brushing my lips with hers, she trailed her tongue down my neck
and towards my breasts. I felt her shift her weight as she parted my legs
with her knee. I raised my leg, and bending it, brought it up against her
crotch. I felt her hair and her wetness on my flesh as she slid up and down
my thigh, rubbing her pussy against me as she sucked my breasts. With the
tips of her fingers she brushed lightly over the flesh of my stomach
teasing me, testing me. Then, down through my bush of pubic hair to my
swollen lips, completely open to her.
As her fingers touched me, I thrust my hips up to capture them. I wanted
Carol to rub my lips as I had rubbed hers, to delve into me and plumb the
depths of my vagina. My breath was ragged and my butt moved in little
circles against her fingers as her pussy ground up and down my thigh. She
was running her fingers up and down my slit now, her thumb rubbing the base
of my clit. I wanted more and grabbing her hand, I tried to push the
fingers inside me, telling her to fuck me. She laughed and told me to take
it easy, she had plans.
Rolling off my leg, Carol knelt over me and grabbing my hips, pulled me up
to her lips. They closed around my clit and electricity shot through me.
My hips were thrusting up at her, completely out of my control as she
sucked at my button and pushed her fingers deep inside of me. I lost track
of everything but the fire in my groin and the lips and the fingers fueling
it. Carol was now rubbing her face up and down my slit, licking my lips
and my clit while her fingers continued moving in and out, in and out.
Suddenly, I felt myself stiffen, my back arch and then the explosion deep
inside me. My hips bucked and thrust up while Carol held onto me, still
fucking me with her fingers. For what seemed like forever I rode the
swirling waves of the most intense orgasm I'd had in years. As the
electric lights in my head started to go out, Carol laid down on top of me
and we held each other, listening to our breathing, feeling the beating of
our hearts. And then we just fell asleep.
The next morning, as the alarm went off it took me a second to realize
where I was, and another second to remember what had happened the night
before. I felt my stomach drop as it all came back to me; I was afraid of
how Carol might feel, that she might hate me or not want to see me, not
want me as a friend. I felt her stirring and though I was scared, I forced
myself to roll over on my side to look at her. Hi baby, she said, and I
knew it would be okay. I kissed her on the cheek and we both smiled.
After we'd gotten the kids dressed and off on the bus, we sat down in the
kitchen with our coffee and looked at each other. Finally, Carol said
we're going to have talk about how we make this work. I agreed with her
and suggested we do that right after we made love. Carol got up and
reaching for my hand, lead me back to bed.
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