by T West
I let her undo my jeans and slip them down, and there I was – sitting on my friend’s couch in just my knickers, my soaking snatch burning like fire between my legs, aching for her to touch me there. All embarrassment went temporarily out the window (the wine probably helped with that) as I watched almost in disbelief as she kissed her way down my stomach and began kissing my wanton snatch through my knickers.
“Ummm… what about your hubby? Isn’t this cheating?” I asked, not wanting her to stop but also not wanting to be a marriage wrecker.
“He knows,” she said calmly. “In fact, he approves.”
And with that I raised my bum off the seat momentarily and Lisa slipped down my panties. I was now fully exposed to her, with her face right next to my tingling womanhood. I have a hairy pussy but before going over to Lisa’s I had made sure to trim it neatly after a shower. She put her hands on my thighs and spread my legs wide, letting my plump labia hang free.
“You have a gorgeous mature pussy,” she told me knowingly. “I love your lips – the way they hang out. Yum!”
After having a couple of kids my pussy flaps did hang out a bit – I had been slightly embarrassed about them but she made me feel at ease by expressing that she not only liked them, but desired them.
She began to kiss my pussy lips, licking each one in turn and taking them into her mouth, really suckling on them like a baby deer to its mother’s teat. Love juice began to flow from my vagina making it glisten and twinkle like the lights on a Christmas tree.
Looking up at me with those pretty blue eyes she said, “Let's take this upstairs.”
Holding hands, we went upstairs and into her bedroom. I sat on the end of her bed, naked, at her mercy. No sooner had I sat my big round ass down than Lisa had opened her closet drawer and pulled out the 7 inch strap-on that I had watched her buy. It looked slightly different in the flesh – less plastic, more real. I liked the look of it but was still anxious about where this was headed. My anal rosebud felt tighter than ever as I sat there watching.
Lisa then stripped in front of me and my jaw almost hit the floor. Although she was only a couple of years younger than me she was in much better shape (I hate to admit it). She didn’t have kids and I guess this is where the difference lay in our body shapes. I was still in pretty good shape - I’m a curvy voluptuous lady. But Lisa looked great and toned. Her Brazilian waxed pussy (sporting a strip of blonde hair) looked very neat and tidy, with her labia tucked away. She was naked except for her black bra, and her full tits almost overflowed from their hammock.
She wrapped the strap-on belt around her waist and fastened it securely. There she stood – a sight of feminine beauty with a big plastic cock sticking out in front of her.
She walked over to the bed I couldn’t take my eyes away from her phallus bobbing about in front of her. It almost looked real.
She lay down on her back and told me, “I want to finish that snack… I’m still hungry.”
I knew exactly what she meant and I climbed on top, head to toe, her welcoming arms cradling me as I put my thick thighs either side of her head. In this 69 position she carried on where she had left off – licking my swollen clit and opening her mouth to allow my juices to flow down her throat. I opened my mouth and readily sucked the strap-on cock, allowing it to go right inside my mouth. Even though I knew it wasn’t real and it was made out of plastic, it sure felt a lot better and a lot bigger than Robert’s. I had been missing out for sure.
Just as I was getting really turned on and enjoying giving the toy a good suck, Lisa stopped licking and pushed me off her.
“Have I done something wrong? Do you want to stop?” I asked, worried that I had disappointed her.
“Of course you’ve done nothing wrong!” She told me. “Now get on all fours. I want to see that ass of yours.”
When she said this to me I was so nervous and so aroused that I swear one light touch to my clitoris would’ve made my body cum. I did as I was told and got on my hands and knees, the bed pillows right in front of my face. My pussy was so wet from the soft cunnilingus and I knelt there, waiting, not knowing what was going to happen next.
The next thing I felt was the plastic bell-end of the strap-on being pressed against my swollen labia, and then I felt her soft hands on my full round bum-cheeks. She slid the fake cock all the way inside my pussy, filling me up completely. It felt great. As she proceeded to make love to me, my mind wondered, and I realised this was my first cock (albeit fake cock) since college, besides Robert’s.
She made love to me passionately, thrusting her hips back and forth, spearing my vagina and making me moan like a wild animal. I had completely forgotten about her intentions when she slipped the dildo out of me. I stayed as I was, empty, my juice dripping onto the bed sheets.
“Wha…what are you doing now?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“You’ll see,” said Lisa, as I felt her warm breath on my bum-cheeks. She kissed both cheeks tenderly, and then I felt her tongue licking up and down my ass-crack. No one had ever done this to me before – it felt amazing. A soft wet female tongue licking my inside cheek area. But then my eyes widened as I felt her tongue start to lick at my exposed anal opening. She licked it steadily, loosening up my balloon knot with her tongue, slipping her tongue inside my forbidden rectal passage. God, it felt out of this world. This is how it truly feels to feel alive, I thought.
She stopped, and I immediately found myself longing for her to continue lapping. Once more I felt those hands on my hips, and she plunged the strap-on deep into my still soaking flange. With the dildo deep inside my pussy, I felt some cold jelly-type of lotion being squirted onto my winking starfish. I felt two very firm smacks on my bum-cheeks, and then she did it.
She pulled the strap-on out of my pussy and without any warning plunged it balls deep inside my asshole, making me scream out loud in shock. My eyes began to water and I called out to her, “What about taking it slow?! Like you said?”
“We did take it slow – that was what the licking and foreplay was. Now its time to get anally shafted. Just relax. You wanted to know what it would feel like so here it is.”
I closed my eyes and tried to relax as instructed, as Lisa deeply penetrated the one place my husband had been longing to go all these years. She pumped in and out, in and out. It was an intense mixture of pleasure and pain. As I wailed and writhed around the pleasure amazingly started to overtake the pain, and I found myself more aroused than I ever had been in my life and actually close to orgasm.
I reached down and rubbed my clit, dangerously close to cumming but not quite there yet. She grabbed my long brunette hair and pulled it back tightly; I could feel those big balls slapping against my clit as images of cowboys and rodeos and porn flicks shot through my mind.
She gave me a hard anal shafting for what seemed like an eternity, before pulling out fully and leaving my gaping hole burning but surprisingly ready for more attention.
In a movement that seemed natural to both of us, she rolled onto her back and I straddled her, my thighs snugly fitting around hers. But I didn’t want it in my pussy – oh no. I guided the plastic rod of pleasure round to my burning pucker, and eased my full figure down on it, allowing my anal passage to envelope it once again.
The old me would’ve considered this sexual act so wrong – but it felt so right! The thought of anal sex used to disgust me, and yet here I was - on top, in control, moving my hips and willingly sliding up and down on a big dildo. I bounced up and down, riding the strap-on, looking into my friend and work colleague’s eyes, her hands reaching up to cup my full breasts as they wobbled and jiggled enthusiastically. I reached down and rubbed my clit as Lisa reached down to rub hers too, and while maintaining eye-contact we both felt an amazing orgasm build up inside our bodies. The furious rubbing of my clitoris and the strap-on sliding in and out of my back door made me cum hard, and my body shook with intense waves of pleasure. Lisa came too and we cried out in unison, my warm
love juice gushing down and soaking those big plastic balls.
Panting, I dismounted and collapsed next to her on the bed, our arms caressing each other.
“I can’t wait to use that on the hubby… I might not wash it first!” Lisa joked.
Internet dating came naturally to me after that. I figured if Robert was going to do it, I was too. I knew I would leave him soon, but with two kids to think of the timing for when I would announce this had to be right.
James seemed like the perfect guy to fill in the gap, so to speak. We had chatted for about two weeks online, and here we were after dinner, the evening of our first date. I knew that he was ready for action from the messages we’d exchanged – in fact, I already knew what his sexual preferences were. This was the excitement I’d always dreamed about and longed for.
“You know I’m technically an anal virgin,” I informed him as he bent me over and parted my cheeks with his hands.
“Oh really?” he asked as he took his first look at my ham flower.
“Yes. Well, I’ve only had a dildo up there… never a real cock.”
“Is that so,” James said as he lubed up my back end.
As James’ huge cock slid up my dirt track, I realised that this was it – a real cock right up my ass. I was hooked.
The following Sunday I was in the bedroom, when the door opened behind me and my husband Robert stood in the doorway. I could tell he had had a couple of drinks.
“Hey, honey… I was wondering if we could… um, y’know…”
I knew what he was trying to get at. He was going to pester me for anal sex again.
I turned around, revealing the big black 9 inch strap-on I was wearing.
“Sure honey. We can try anal sex.” I smiled.
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Steamy Erotica Story 26
I t started with spilled coffee and a look.
Early that morning, she’d tied up her hair and brushed every piece of lint off of her dark, pencil skirt. It was silly to care so much, but she’d wanted to look good for her first day. Her white button down was crisp and clean, her blonde hair was neat, her shoes were sensible. She couldn’t foresee anything going wrong.
But that was before her rolling suitcase lost one of its wheels and she was forced to hunch down awkwardly next to it to keep it straight. That wasn’t so bad, except that there were dozens of passengers waiting to board who were staring at her as she shuffled along.
Amy wasn’t shy in the least, but something about them all staring made her quicken her pace just enough that she had to watch her feet. And in focusing so thoroughly on her feet, Amy ploughed head first into something, and fell on her ass. Her luggage skittered away and she felt her face heat up. That had gone from bad to worse.
“Shit,” a deep voice cursed softly.
Amy glanced up to find a man holding a cup in his hand. The lid was at her feet, and the probably hot contents seemed to be spilled all over his blazer. His perfectly tailored, jet black, blazer.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Amy nearly shouted as she jumped to her feet. She fished some old napkins out of her bag and began patting down the man awkwardly. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and this was completely my fault. I mean it’s just like me to completely wreck my first day. And to spill coffee all over the pilot of all people!” she babbled.
But then the man, whose face she couldn’t look at because she was beyond mortified, chuckled. “It’s fine. I hate these jackets anyways. They’re so stuffy,” he explained, gently pulling her wrist away from him.
He probably thought she was completely mental. Amy allowed herself to enjoy his soft touch for a moment before pulling away. She wasn’t about to develop a crush on a man she’d just technically assaulted.
“If it’s your first day, that must make you Amy. I’m Derek.”
The man extended a hand in greeting, and Amy finally met his gaze as she took it. For a few seconds, she couldn’t breathe. Derek’s eyes were a crystalline blue that practically sparkled when they met hers. His dark, nearly black, hair was parted on the left neatly and his jawline could probably cut a diamond.
Not only had she spilled coffee on the captain, she’d spilled coffee on the most attractive man alive. Amy had to make a physical effort not to freak out. She could do that. She could be cool and collected.
Amy pulled her hand away.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said in what she hoped was a measured voice.
Just as Derek opened his mouth, a crackle sounded over the PA. “We will now be boarding priority passengers,” the woman at the front desk cackled. Derek stepped aside and motioned for Amy to board.
“That’s our cue,” He stated, reaching past Amy and lifting the suitcase that she’d completely forgotten about.
“Oh you don’t have to…” Amy trailed off though, as Derek stood there with that grin that melted her. “Thanks.”
Derek nodded and they stepped onto the plane. He stowed her suitcase and they lined up next to the entrance of the plane as people began to trickle on. She and Derek stood so close together, with the co-pilot and three other flight attendants, which they were almost touching. Though she didn’t understand why she was so suddenly fixated on this man.
She wasn’t usually one to develop such quick crushes. But it felt different when he snuck glances at her between shaking the hands of small children and slightly overweight adults. It made her mind wander to dangerous places.
As she stood there with a soft smile on her face, nodding to the passengers, she thought of what Derek looked like beneath that formal jacket. She thought of his hot breath fanning over her throat. His lips trailing a hot path up her calf, inching past the inside of her thighs. His fingers digging into hips as he pulled her closer roughly.
Amy adjusted her collar and cleared her throat. She really needed to keep it together. She couldn’t let some extremely attractive, kind man get under her skin. Sexual fantasies were not something she would entertain at work.
Not even if he was winking at her.
The door was shut. Derek and his co-pilot John stepped into the cockpit and shut their door behind them, allowing Amy to breathe regularly again. As long as he wasn’t in view, it seemed that there was no problem.
It was just a few minutes later when a bouncy, dark haired woman placed herself beside Amy and introduced herself. She was holding two seatbelts for the demonstration, and handed one over as she spoke.
“Hi, you must be Amy. I overheard you talking to Derek earlier but I didn’t want to interrupt. He’s a dreamboat. Anyways, I’m Violet. I’ve been with Delta for a few years now. It’s pretty cool to have someone new around though. We don’t get new flight attendants often.” She babbled.
Amy was instantly put at ease as she talked about how much she was going to love the job. It was hell on the feet, but they travelled for free, they were always meeting new people, and there was Derek to look at on most flights.
Violet was very vocal about her feelings for Derek. In that she wanted to fuck him in a broom closet. Unfortunately, Amy couldn’t bring herself to disagree. She would have been lying if she said she hadn’t already thought about that. A few times.
The rest of the flight had been uneventful. Amy and Violet ran the seatbelt demonstration in the front while two other attendants stood halfway up the aisle, mimicking them. Then they went over escape procedures. Then they all sat in the seats in the back, strapping themselves in.
Violet chatted on about Dallas, which was where the plane would be landing. It was her hometown, and she was excited to get to go back home for a few days before her next flight. Amy was almost jealous. She would immediately be boarding another flight to Nevada.
It was halfway through the flight when Derek appeared from the cockpit. He nodded to Violet who was pouring out a vodka for a nervous gentleman in the front row. But he moved past her, all the way to the back where Amy was leaning against the wall across from the bathroom.
“John’s b
een talking my ear off. I’ve been dying to stretch my legs for a few minutes.” Derek explained, taking up a spot beside her. “I’m sure you feel the same way.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“Well I’ve actually been running back and forth for hours, so I could use a break,” Amy said, slowly. She wasn’t quite sure why he was looking at her like that.
“Well, I can help you unwind,” he offered, a lazy smile making its way onto his face.
“Really? How?” Amy was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to be taking breaks with the pilot. And what was there to do on a plane for fun? Derek crossed his arms and leaned closer.
“Are you really not getting this?” He whispered. Amy raised an eyebrow. She really had no idea what was going on.
“What am I not getting?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I think I read this all wrong,” Derek said, suddenly taking a step away from Amy.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Amy asked, crossing her own arms as he shifted his. He seemed about ready to flee and she had no idea what she’d done wrong. Had she sent the wrong message?
“I had been under the impression that you were interested in taking a private tour,” Derek explained stiffly. It took Amy approximately three seconds to understand what was going on.
He wanted to screw her. On a plane. And she was beyond flattered, but she’d never done anything like that before in her life. She’d always walked the straight and narrow. It wasn’t as though she was a virgin, but she’d certainly never done anything so risqué.
Which was why she reached out her hand and grabbed Derek’s arm as he began to walk back towards the cockpit. When would she ever get a chance to do something like this ever again? Besides, it was only going to be a onetime thing.
“If I was interested, where would you have in mind?” Amy asked softly, trying not to draw the attention of the other three flight attendants scattered about the plane.