She squirted a healthy amount into her hand and rubbed some on her dildo and rubbed the rest into Robert's ass. Robert suddenly realized what her plan was when she stood and got in behind him. Robert paused his own anal sex as he felt Denise rub more lube into his ass and then ever so slowly started to work the tip of the cock into him.
Robert had never taken a real cock back there before, but he did have a few experiences with dildos and fingers so the feeling was oddly familiar. The lube was thick and he found it easy to let her slide right in. With a little thud both Denise and Robert realized that she was all of the way inside. Naturally Denise had to say something about how easily the little kiss ass could take a cock. Robert had resumed fucking Chrissy's ass at that point and the three of them were connected with Robert in the middle.
Robert had never taken such constant pleasure back there during his solo ass play, but something about the constant rhythm of the lubed hard cock from Denise was driving him wild. He matched her pace with a slight delay in fucking Chrissy's ass. She was letting out full on moans likely for the same reason that Robert was feeling so good. Denise must have known that Robert was getting close because she leaned in his ear and told him to say when he was going to cum because she didn't want to waste it. Robert knew that Denise liked licking it from Chrissy so he expected that she was getting ready for more of the same.
With ten final thrusts Robert started to feel a strong urgent orgasm building deep inside. He moaned out that he was going to cum and Denise acted quickly telling Chrissy to lie down in front of him. Chrissy obeyed immediately and Denise told him to cum all over her breasts. Robert did exactly as he was told stroking three times before the first spurts of cum shot out from him. With Denise still working his ass on the inside Robert noticed how much more pressure and force his cum launched from inside of him. He literally coated Chrissy's breasts, her chest, and her neck with thick streams of hot white cum.
As he finished his climax, Denise slowly pulled out of him and then told him that they were going to have to clean up the mess he'd just made. Robert looked on with dazed awe as Denise moved to the other side of Chrissy and began to slowly lick his cum off her bare breasts. Chrissy's nipples went totally hard instantly.
Over and over Denise licked the cum off of Denise. At one point she paused licking and gave Chrissy another one of those beautiful open mouth kisses like the one in the elevator earlier. After the kiss was over Denise pointed out that Robert's half was still all dirty and that he had better get moving. Robert hesitated as he was still in post-climax and had never really had any urge to taste his own milky seed. Denise insisted that he clean up his mess and so Robert bent down and started to lick up his own cum.
It had a strange taste, almost a bit bitter but at the same time tasted of pure sex. Having to lick it off this mature sexy woman wasn't the worst thing in the world. She was watching him clean her off and so he decided to lean in and give her a deep kiss. Her mouth was just as sexy on his as it had been on his other body parts earlier. She was very good with her mouth. When the kiss ended he realized that Denise had been watching. She took a hold of his head and leaned in, kissing him. Her mouth was full of cum and it trickled into his mouth during their kiss.
Once Chrissy was all cleaned up, the ladies started to dress so Robert followed suit. It was an amazing transformation to see these two women switch back to their normal selves. It was as if nothing of the past half and hour had just happened. Robert could still taste his cum on his breath and knew the other two were probably in the same position, yet the two chatted about dinner plans and getting together on the weekend with their families.
Just as Robert was about to leave he decided it was awkward yet still the right thing to thank the ladies for the whole thesis thing if not for the mind-blowing sex they just had. The ladies told him it was really fun and that they would love to have some more fun again. For a brief second, sex crazed Denise came back and told Robert to try to be a better ass kisser going forward with her tongue making a tiny appearance between her teeth. What an amazing day it had been!
The End.
Shaved Couple Share A Toy
Ideal Day Ten
As I stated in "Ideal Day One" there are many "ideal" days when one thinks about the various ways one can have sex with his or her partner. Following along on that theme, I give you a version of what might be "Ideal" with my wife suggesting some things and buying a new toy.
I knew when I woke up that something was different about today, but could not figure out what it was. After going to the bathroom and then letting the dogs out to do their morning routine, I came back to the bedroom to find that Lynn was getting dressed, but in a skirt and blouse instead of her normal pants and tee shirt. Moving up behind her I gave her a hug and squeezed her breasts, to find that she had put on her lightest bra, the one that holds her in place, but only sort of, still allowing them to move easily.
Since we both planned on working in our respective shops for the day, we ate breakfast and went out to work. I was turning some bowls on the lathe and working on my bigger lathe to get it up and running. She had a couple of metalsmithing projects in the works and it was after noon before either of us realized it was time for lunch.
Poking her head in my part of the shop she asked if a grilled cheese would be ok. When I told her it would she said to come into the house in fifteen minutes and it would be ready.
Once in the house I discovered that she had removed her blouse to cook lunch. Asking why, I was told that she had spilled something on it and just had not taken the time to go to the bedroom and find another. Not one to complain about her wearing fewer clothes I sit down to my sandwich and enjoyed the view.
Lunch over, I gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher before taking the time to play briefly with her breasts since they were on display in her thin bra. After only a few seconds of that she gave me a kiss and pushed me away, telling me there would be time for that later on. I took that as a sign that something might happen during the afternoon, a hope that I was soon to find out was well founded.
We both worked on projects for the next couple hours and as happens most of the time, it was soon late afternoon before I realized how much time had passed. What got my attention was when Lynn came in and whispered in my ear, "Finish up what you are working on and come give me a bath."
By the time she had undressed and reached the bathroom I was in from the shop and taking off my own cloths as she ran her bath water. Once the tub was full she turned around and handed me the small hair clippers, telling me to give her pussy a close trim. Always glad for any reason to be close to her pussy, I was soon on my knees while she sat on the edge of the tub with one foot on a stool and one on my shoulder, giving me full access.
What surprised me was that when I was done with the trimming she told me to get the shaving lotion and the razor. She had tried a shaved pussy a couple times before and had said she would never do it again as the stubble growing back had made her sore.
Once she was shaved clean she told me to trade her places. Soon she was clipping off the hair on my balls and ass and rubbing the shaving cream all over. While she did all the areas I cannot reach, when she got to my balls she had me pull my sack tight so she would not cut me. All too soon I was as smooth as she was and my cock was rock hard. She steps into the shower to clean off the hair and shaving lotion, and then gets in the tub so I can clean her slowly before showering myself.
I get out of the shower just as Lynn is bringing in a box. She had purchased a new sex toy, something that she had never done before. Usually it is me that finds a new toy and then gets her permission to purchase it if we decide it is something we will both enjoy. This time, she had done it on her own, without letting me know she was even looking.
In the box is a strap-on dildo, only this one of the ones that does not have straps. One end inserts into her pussy and the other, longer end, is used in my ass. This model is larger than others I had seen in the catalog
s, a black, smooth shaft with a realistic shaped head on the end. We moved to the bedroom where I lubed up her part and watched her insert it into her pussy before lubing up the remaining shaft sticking out sexily between her legs. When I turned around and bent over the bed Lynn moved up behind me and placed the head of her 'cock' against my ass. With slow pressure she kept pushing against my asshole, allowing me time to relax. I could feel the dildo sliding slowly in, deeper and deeper. Once fully buried in my ass, the feeling of her shaved pussy pushing on my shaved ass combined with the size of the dildo nearly made me cum before we really got started.
As my ass accommodated the size of the dildo our pace picked up and I could tell that Lynn was enjoying this dildo as much as I was. She was hammering my ass while moaning with pleasure, something that seldom happens when we use the double ended dildo that she holds between her legs. This model not only has a special spot to rub on her clit, it was pushing into her cunt with every stroke she thrust into my ass. Always before she had used a pace that she felt was giving me the best pleasure, this time, she was into her own rhythm and I was simply along to share in the enjoyment.
When she climaxed she shoved the dildo deep in my ass and I could not take the combination of that and the feeling of her shaved pussy on my ass: I shot my cum all over the towel we had placed on the bed for just such a happening. She leaned down over my back and we simply stayed bent over the bed until we could catch our breath. I brought her a warm washcloth to clean up with and cleaned the dildo before we fell to sleep in each others arms.
The End.
My Incubus
I have an incubus, and he visits me while I sleep. I know he comes to me because I cum in my sleep. I'll be dozing, especially when I first fall asleep. I'm curled up on my side, alone, feeling the emptiness of my bed.
Slowly, sleepily, incipiently I feel a presence join me. I feel him slip into my bed like a shadow. Then gently, so gently, I feel the shadow reach out and caress me. He touches me softly, slowly, on my arm or shoulder. Soon he begins to tickle my neck. Then I feel him slide his hand more insistently down toward my breast. He starts to stroke it lightly, then more firmly. Finally he is massaging it, and my nipple starts to respond, to harden. He fingers my areola, stiffening the nub between playful fingers. I feel myself stir, and move toward him. My breath starts to quicken, and my heart starts to race. After a few minutes, I instinctively roll so he is touching my other breast, and the pinching and twisting is quicker, more insistent. Soon both my nipples are standing at attention, and aching, wishing for more.
A few minutes pass, and then I feel breath on my nipple, warm air blown across. A tongue darts out, and the tip touches the tip of my stiff nipple. I arch toward it. The tongue starts to dance across my nipple, making it even harder and stiffer and redder. I turn wanting this attention on my other nipple, and he complies. My incubus is a compliant kind of fellow. Licking and tickling turn to sucking and biting, bruising my huge swelling melons. I arch toward him, but if I am too quick about it, he vanishes. He is an incubus after all.
Soon I feel another hand stroking forward, reaching toward my thighs. I know where he is going, and I am glad he is. I feel the air moving across my thigh, and know it is his hand caressing me. I feel the warmth of his fingers reaching for my heat. Slowly, slowly, slowly he reaches for my bush. I push my hips forward, but he is in no hurry. He has all night, or at least until the sun rises. But I am impatient. He shushes me to slow down just by his breath in my ear.
I toss and turn, trying to feel all of him. If I try too hard, he disappears, so I have learned to be patient, and let him go at his pace. Sometimes if I am too hurried, I roll right through him, so I lay back and let him play with me.
It is strange to be fucked by a ghost, to be made love to by a shadow, to be embraced by air and nothing, but I know he is something and he is here, holding me, ravaging me, touching me. I never hear him speak, and I'm not sure he is on this plane. Maybe he doesn't speak English? Maybe he doesn't speak human at all? But I know he is real, because I wake up with his spunk in me, my juices mixed with his.
If I am really patient, and stop rushing, he will run those air-like hands all over me, brushing my breasts and belly and thighs. He will slip a finger into me, and then maybe another and another. I can arch up to him, but not too hard, or he will pass right through me and be gone. If I ride his fingers slowly, I can cum over and over and over, arching toward nothing, but feeling something. He makes me squirm and cream and clench.
If I'm really quiet, he will spread my legs with hands of shadows, and slide onto me, weighing nothing. He will push my knees apart, and point that illusive arrow at my pussy. At a speed surpassed by the earth's plates shifting he will lower himself toward my waiting hole. I know it is his cock sliding up and down along my slit. It can't be my fingers. It has to be his prick, ready to prick my little hole. And as if time is standing still, finally he enters me, sliding air, or light, or shadow into my waiting cunt. I hold my breath. I don't make a sound. I feel him moving centimeter by centimeter in and out of my aching twat. The slowness of it makes me want to scream, but I know if I do, I will scare him away, and he will vanish before I can even open my eyes. So I wait and wait and wait until he fills me up with that strength.
Soon he rides me with a rhythm only he can keep. I arch to him, and bend to accommodate his need because after all, it is my need too. He never lets me down. I always cum and cum and cum. I never expect it, but it always happens. And he cums and cums and cums too. Then we fall off into a sweet slumber together. If I stir too much, he leaves early, so I've learned to be still throughout the night and he will stay until right before the dawn. When I awaken, I know he has been there because my pussy is full of his seed.
So if you hear about someone being visited by an incubus, don't doubt it. My incubus is real. Is it you?
The End.
Afternoon Foursome
Until the experience I'm about to share, I was a woman who never had sex with strangers. With diseases and unplanned pregnancies which tended to result from one-time flings, the idea of climbing into bed with men I'd just met weren't worth the risks. In addition, I believed marriage was a contract and never considered being less than faithful to Ryan, my husband for sixteen years.
What made me vulnerable to stray from my usually rational behavior was when Ryan left me for his twenty-year-old secretary. Call it midlife crisis on his part or whatnot, but our split left me devastated, and like many divorced women, I began feeling old (yes, even at thirty-eight!), unattractive and insecure.
When my divorce from Ryan was finalized, I decided to invest part of my settlement and use the remainder to have some plastic surgery and attend therapy. After a breast lift and tummy tuck for my body and some counseling for my morale, I regained some of my lost confidence.
I was reading a travel magazine one afternoon while waiting for another therapy appointment when I spotted an ad for a weekend getaway. Since I hadn't traveled since before my divorce, I jotted down a phone number mentioned in the ad. I called and booked a reservation after I returned home from my appointment.
The weekend was filled with many activities: tennis, swimming, lavish meals, and dancing, just to name a few, and I met several nice people. I'd been disappointed at first that the getaway was attended by mostly couples - many in their twenties - even though there were a few singles who were also present. My initial letdown soon dissipated when I concentrated on enjoying myself.
I was sitting alone at a table in the hotel's outdoor lounge when a waitress brought me a drink I hadn't ordered. "From a gentleman at the bar," she said.
I looked and spotted a man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties winking, smiling and raising his glass at me.
What in the world?, I thought. I know there aren't many single women here, but why me?
He came to my table and asked to join me. I figured since he'd already bought me a drink, it would've been rude for me to refuse. Even if I thought he was too
young for me - at least at first - he was well-built and very attractive with dark hair and hazel-green eyes.
We shared a few dances, flirted and talked for a long time, but I was still curious as to his interest in me.
"It's nice to see at least one female who is neither a college girl blowing through her parent's money nor some empty-headed bimbo who doesn't know the meaning of a decent conversation."
When the outdoor lounge closed after lunch, it was clear he didn't want to part ways. "Want to come to my room for another drink?"
Against my better judgment, I agreed. "I'd like that."
We started kissing in the elevator before we got to his room. In the hallway, I heard moans and grunts emerging from somewhere and smiled to myself. Someone's getting lucky today, I thought.
Imagine my shock when my companion opened the door to his room and spotted another woman around my age having sex with a younger guy on one of the king-sized beds.
"Damn, baby, what are you doing?" my companion asked the woman. "Is that any way for my hot wife to behave?"
Startled, the other man quickly withdrew from the woman and was looking for a way to escape."Dude," I heard him say, "I didn't know she was married!"
My shock became more intense. Married?!
"Relax," my companion said to the other man. "My wife knows I'm fine with her bringing company." He then addressed the woman. "Kind of rude for you to start banging your boy toy without me."
His wife grinned and beckoned to the other man. I noticed it hadn't taken long for him to get another erection once he'd realized there wasn't going to be any trouble from her husband.
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