Kirsty's insistence alerted me to her need.
"Will you make me cum, Peter. Please! I feel I'm almost there, I feel so desperate to know what it's like"
I manouvered Kirsty gently onto the edge of the bed, raising her legs over my shoulders. Should I remove her panties, or...? While I pondered a decision Kirsty took the initiative and pulled them aside to reveal herself in full glory.
"There, Peter, isn't that nice?" I stared. Her pussy was so perfectly arranged, so perfectly contrived. I touched the swollen labia and bent to kiss it. My tongue teased the length of her, pausing only to suck her inner lips into prominence.
"Now, Peter, now! I'm aching to cum!"
Kirsty's anguished words inflamed my lust driving my tongue deep between her cunt lips in search of her rosebud clitoris.
It was hard and prominent and beautifully pink when uncovered. I eased the swollen, fleshy labia aside pausing to gaze once more at the darling woman's secret beauty. Then, gently inserting two fingers, I rolled my thumb over the glistening protuberance.
Kirsty's delight was self-evident. And, when I sucked hard she gave a stifled scream of pleasure, digging her heels into my back. Within moments she had begun urging her hips upwards, hunting for satisfaction, for relief.
My fingers delved deeper, their tempo in rhythm with her agitated body movements. Within seconds I felt her heels dig into my back and her backside lift from the bed, as she shuddered to a climax, the speed of her attainment taking me completely by surprise,
Wave after wave of pleasure racked her body, tormenting her.
It was the most erotic experience I'd ever been party to.
Kirsty luxuriated in her contented state of fulfillment, the musky odour and taste of her wet panties still on my lips, and the residual spasms of her orgasm, a reminder of her spent lust. Her pussy ran copiously with juices that, when the time came, would provide an unctuous and velvet entry for my cock – or so I thought!
We remained quiet for a few minutes Kirsty's climax seemingly to have quelled my own immediate need for satisfaction. It was a moment of sheer bliss.
I was aware of Kirsty's voice, it carried a latent sexual overtone even though her words were spoken with humour.
"Peter, sweetheart, I have to go to the bathroom, I'm practically bursting. I came so close to squirting ..., whoops, I shouldn't say that, but it's all this wonderful attention you're giving me, I've never experienced anything quite like. Christ, Pete, do not walk away from me now, please."
I moved my position to allow her freedom.
"I've no intention of going anywhere, Kirsty, believe me. I feel just as frustrated as you." I meant every word.
"I'll be back in a tick so keep your motor running." With this she stood up and grabbed my erection briefly before disappearing into the en-suite.
I gazed around her bedroom, which seemed so conducive to sexual activity. Longing to open drawers and peak inside to find more of her underwear. I settled instead for picking up her discarded clothing from the carpet.
I heard movement and water being run, and when Kirsty returned minutes later I noticed she'd taken off her wet panties to reveal her amazingly smooth muff, and a thin strip of pubic hair, pubic hair so soft it was like touching a peach! I thought she'd reapplied some make-up also.
"Strewth, Kirsty. You look so sexy in lingerie. I hope you remember your promise to always wear something nice for me?"
"Of course I do! And I will, but right now you have something I want."
Without being invited I stood and removed the rest of my clothes, my semi-rested todger beginning to swell once more.
Kirsty stepped forward pushing me onto the bed and reached for my erection, which, in a matter of seconds had regained its rigid form. She looked at it swaying and flinching, and spoke.
"That's what I want, your cock!"
She knelt, and in one sweeping motion grasped my shaft and sank her freshly painted red lips over the tip. I gulped in a huge breath, my body going rigid with sheer, exquisite enjoyment., I perceived her tongue tickling at the eye, her fingers drawing the skin away from the tip.
"Whoa, that's so nice, you bitch!" I said running my fingers through her hair. "So, nice, you fucking bitch!." She took me deeper and closed her teeth gently on the flesh, stroking her hand up and down.
My resolve, which until now had been kept in check, was fast disappearing with each piston-like movement of Kirsty's fingers. If this carried on much longer, I knew I wouldn't be able to last. I held Kirsty's bobbing head still and tried to get some respite but she was having none of it.
"Please, love, ease up. It's been a long time since I ...." The sentence drifted away as she interrupted me.
"I Pete, but don't let it worry you. Just let go. I did. Later we'll be able to enjoy each other at leisure. And I have plenty of leisure planned for us, believe me!"
This woman was a marvel. I wondered about her sexual abstinence, how long she'd been without a man?
I tried to relax and allow Kirsty to work her magic, but it was difficult. Her lips, tongue and fingers were the devils implements, which were sorely tempting me. Her hand movements were increasing in tempo daring me to resist further, I was seconds away from cumming!
Kirsty somehow sensed my condition and pumped even faster. Looking me in the eyes she said in a breathless tone. "Peter, when you cum I want it all over me."
It was the final straw!
I lay back on the bed and erupted with a ferocity that was both startling and scary, almost painful!
I watched as a cascade of hot, thick essence arced into the air spattering Kirsty's face and hair, then another and another, the force of delivery diminishing each time. Never before had I ejaculated with such power!
A few seconds later, feeling spent and happy, I sat up and looked at Kirsty's face and hair covered with my sperm. I passed her a box of tissues from the bedside table. But first she treated me to a titillating little sideshow.
Raising a finger she wiped away a deposit that had struck her left eyelid. Then, putting the digit in her mouth, she sucked on it noisily before swallowing. It was quite a performance, one that showed there was absolutely no inhibitions between us!
Kirsty smiled, got to her feet and started wiping away my mess.
"Now, that was nice, Peter." She cooed, " Just think of the happy times ahead. But for the moment I need a shower. Would you like to join me?"
Fortunately, the shower enclosure was more than adequate to take two bodies. We soaped one another all over concentrating on the obvious spots, especially her fabulous breasts and nipples; it was amazing just how hard they were.
We hadn't spoken more than a few words since stepping into the shower but I realised from
Kirsty's actions that she was becoming turned on again.
To my utter surprise I found myself becoming hard, too, but from previous experience I knew there would be no charge left.
"Peter .." I heard her speak above the shower hiss. "Peter, play with me again, please. I think you're turning me into a multi-orgasm woman!"
"I like the sound of that, sweetheart." I replied, as she took my hand and placed it between her thighs.
I hit the off button to halt the water and pushed her back against the tiled wall, searching for that wonderful spot; my desire to make Kirsty climax matched those of her frenzied demands.
"Hurry. Quickly!" She urged.
I located her rosebud rolling it as previously; she went wild.
"Fingers, Peter, use your fingers as well. That's it, that's it, perfect!"
Using both sets of fingers - my left between her legs from the rear, and my right teasing the clitoris from the front – I pumped and teased in a concerted manner to appease Kirsty's craving. It was a tad uncomfortable but Kirsty was enamoured with my efforts. God, she was sensitive and responsive! Her repeated profanity drove me on and within a couple of minutes I perceived she was getting mighty close to finishing.
"There! There! There! Don't st
op! Don't stop! Quicker! Quicker! NOW!"
Kirsty's legs suddenly collapsed and I tried to stop her sliding to the floor. But, in order to do so I had to remove my fingers.
Unperturbed, Kirsty took control of her orgasm by using the palm of her hand and rubbing it furiously over her pussy. The woman was wild, demented, shouting obscenities as her moment arrived.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next..
In that split-second moment of torment, when ejaculation is imminent and unstoppable, and minds a blur of emotions, try to imagine what I experienced when Kirsty screamed,
"Fuck, I'm coming" as she removed her hand and squirted once, twice, three times and more, jet after jet of relieving liquid striking the glass wall of the shower.
Kirsty went stiff and began trembling, a dead weight in my arms, I lowered her to the floor where she continued to shake; Kirsty was, literally, unable to speak.
She looked cold, so I turned the shower back on, which seemed to revive her slightly. She smiled up at me and above the noise of the water beating down asked.
"What ever do you think of me, Pete?"
"I think you've just had the mother of an orgasm." I replied. "Look at you, you're still shaking. Do you feel you alright?"
"I feel amazing, darling. This is what you do to me. I told you earlier that, never before have I had such powerful sexual urges. When I'm with you i don't feel inhibited in any sense. Did that disgust you, Peter?"
"No, of course not. I was worried, I thought you'd gone into a trance of some sort."
"I had, one you'd induced, you gorgeous, fucking man!"
We kissed lovingly, an implicit acquiescence of our mutual sexual needs.
"I'd better get dressed and clear away the dinner things." I said.
"Oh, you're so caring, Pete, thank you. I'll be down shortly and we can have a nice sexy talk!"
The End.
Birthday Weekend
It was destined to be an incredible weekend. Karen was determined to give Ann her best birthday memories ever. These two women had shared the sex lives most intimately over the years since their college days so long ago. Each knew all the wet details of all the other's sexual adventures. They had communicated continually over the years about their sexual exploits.
Now in their mature years they have embarked on a whole new level of sexual adventures together. Karen had divorced two years ago and was re-exploring her sexuality, not that there was much left to newly discover. Ann was still married to her college boyfriend but had trained him to accept and enjoy her intense sexual appetite. Her enjoyment easily became his, giving her license to explore whatever her naughtiest fantasies may demand, as long as she shared all the juicy details
Ann and Karen had developed a new, shared hobby: seducing much younger men; boys, really, legal in most states, maybe not all. Together they had developed and shared tactics for selecting and seducing worthy young men. They had both long ago discovered the secret to success... that a man, especially a hormone engulfed younger man, would do whatever was requested of him. Seduction was a no-brainer.
Each had seduced several young studs over the past two summers. Summer was a good hunting season for this with college summer break delivering young men into the grounds-keeping, pool-maintenance, house-painting fields. College boys were everywhere, shirtless and sweating in the hot summer sun as they worked at their client homes.
While Ann and Karen were twice the age of these boys, their bodies still attracted the eye of these potent young men. All the women had to do was show up in a bra-less tank top, short shorts or casual nightgown and invite the young victim in for an iced coffee. An invitation to her in the shower was almost never turned down. It was always that easy. A young man was quickly entranced by a sexy older woman uninhibitedly showing him all possible sex play. Any suggestion either woman could make was eagerly entertained.
Ann and Karen relished sharing their exploits with one another. That led Karen to suggest a special birthday weekend for Ann, to hide away at an out-of-state resort where they could anonymously enjoy a bit of an orgy with a couple of young men. Karen actually seduced Ann into this with juicy descriptions of what Ann could enjoy if they get together with their current boy-toys. Karen teased Ann about having two horny young men fuck her brains out for her birthday. It could be a most forbidden and memorable adventure. Karen's plan was to be in charge of Ann's sex. Ann was to be merely go along with whatever Karen put before her. It would be amazing, Karen assured Ann. Karen instructed Ann where and when to show up, with Karen responsible for talking both boys into participating in the plan.
Ann trembled with anticipation, her mouth dry and her mind racing. She was actually a bit afraid of what Karen may have planned for her, fully realizing just how extreme this could turn out to be. Karen had rented for them a large suite at four-season ski and golf resort. It would be very romantic, with a private balcony overlooking the mountains and their own hot tub. Ann, of course, would know Mark since he was her current plaything and had been fucking his brains out nearly every morning after her husband left for work. It had been great fun so far, with her husband fucking her brains out every evening after hearing all the details. But she not yet met Karen's current boyfriend, making him a stranger for this sexual adventure. She allowed herself, at Karen's urging, to let this add to the excitement.
It was working, until she finally arrived at the resort. Karen met her in the lobby and brought her up to the suite.
"You are going to be so surprised," Karen giggled. Ann grew a bit fearful at this. When they entered the suite, Ann was immediately taken aback, shocked to meet not only her own boyfriend, but also Karen's TWO young lovers. "Happy fucking birthday," Karen whispered to Ann as she stood there unable to find words. "We are all going to fuck your brains out this weekend," Karen added ominously.
Three young men, shirtless, well-muscled and tanned, stood before Ann wearing self-conscious smiles as Karen introduced Ben and Pete. A flood of scenarios raced through Ann's head. "Don't worry," Karen softly told her, "I have everything all worked out for you."
They all changed and went to dinner so everyone could get to know one another. But there was a powerfully erotic tension among them, everyone knowing full well they would be spending the weekend giving Ann all the sex she could possibly handle, plus a bit more. After dinner they returned to the suite where Karen took the lead in setting the mood for Ann. There was a massage table in the master bedroom. The three boys stripped off their shirts and proceeded to strip Karen naked. They positioned Karen on the massage table where Ann watched as they proceeded to give Karen a most erotic six-hand massage, eventually culminating with Karen on her back, legs spread wide, fingers over-filling her pussy, a few in has ass, a mouth sucking her clitoris, the other mouths sucking and licking her breasts, all rocking her to one thunderous orgasm after another.
It was an incredible sight for Ann. With all her sexual adventures over the years, she had never actually watched someone had sex. She had enjoyed having her husband closely watch her fuck a young man on a secluded beach one time, but watching this was quite different than being watched. It was most erotic and she could not wait to receive the same treatment.
When Karen was finally finished, and it was a very thorough treatment, the boys all turned to Ann. It was quite erotic to have all the boys strip her naked. The boys then stripped themselves nude for her to look them over. It was a spectacular sight, three virile young men, extremely excited from their sex-work to Karen, their erections rock-solid and pressing firmly straight up against their belly. Everyone was brightly flushed with great excitement.
They led her to the table where she received a luxuriously unhurried backrub before being turned onto her back. She enjoyed another unhurried massage to every square inch before the boys finally began to focus on her sex. She likes having her nipples sucked or pulled rather firmly and the boys knew that. They had been well-coached. She loves having her pussy carefully but totally str
etched wide with lots of fingers, to the very edge of too much. That was exactly where she was by the time they (finally!) began licking and sucking her clit. They each took turns bringing her to orgasm. She lost count. She was nearly passed out when they finally stopped.
She could not really move much under her own power by this point. Someone laid a towel loosely over her face, lightly blindfolding her. She felt herself being pulled down toward the foot of the massage table. Her legs were raised and held high by strong hands. Other hands wrapped firmly around her hips. She felt a very hard and hot cock rub up and down her wet and swollen labia. She had no idea who was about to fuck her. This anonymity greatly excited her as that cock slid deeply into her with one strong thrust. She felt all these men holding and cradling her as they fucked her. The thrusts were deep and powerful. He was very, very excited to fuck her. It was incredible, especially when she felt him pause and his cock begin to pulse. She felt a blast of young semen explode deep in her pussy. His orgasm was that of a very, very excited 20-year-old with excessive hormones. She realized she was in for way more than she could ever have anticipated.
The cock inside her pulsed on and on. He must have inject a quart of semen into her. She felt it running out of her and down her ass as he continued to push, pump and cum. That much semen definitely came in handy. When the young man finally slipped out of her and semen poured out, another hard young cock eagerly pushed into her. He made wet sloppy noises fucking her. Ann heard Karen comment how sexy it sounded. Ann felt relieved to discover this young stud was very much ready to cum. She was a little afraid she would quickly end up sore. But that first load of slippery semen helped and soon the second boy was crying out as he sprayed her depths with another huge load.
Ann heard Karen coach the boys to keep her legs up so her pussy would stay full as the third young man slopped into her. Ann felt like an extremely wanton slut with a room full of people there to fuck her. It was an amazingly sexy feeling. Soon they current young man was pumping her full of yet another load of cum.
Just when she thought things could not get any more sexy, they laid her back to the center of the table. She felt all those hands gather up all that semen and spread it all over her belly, legs, chest, neck, face. Keeping it mixed with just enough oil kept it forever slippery. Still blinded by the towel, she had no idea who it was taking turns licking her to orgasm as the others gave her that full frontal body massage.
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