Another 30 seconds of this and I would explode all over her. No... I was far from ready. I told her to stop. "Come up here to me. I want you." She edged up, straddled my body, and began to lower herself onto my dick. I let her thrust up and down on my hard cock several times. I could feel the juices from inside her flow onoto my cock and drip down to my balls. But I was not ready to come yet; I had other ideas. "Come up here... I want to taste you."
I am not sure she had done this before. She seemed not to know exactly what I meant. I reached behind her ass cheeks and gently pulled her up to my face. My head was resting on two pillows, to put it at an angle. She placed her hands on the wall behind me, and let me reach my tongue out and lick her lips.
I had told her that my tongue was the third sexiest part of my body. She was about to find out why. I moved my tongue around her lips, on the outer edged of her vagina. Then I stuck it in. Yes, that was the flavor I wanted; that was the smell. I love the pussy juice. I love it on my face, in my mouth and in my nose.
She obliged.
If she had not done this exact thing before, she was a fast learner. She arched her back and drove her crotch into my face, back and forth. I had to hold her ass cheeks to keep from losing control of her. I could feel her clit getting larger. I did not touch it with my tongue, but I put it between my lips and sucked. That drove her crazy! She was so wet! She was bouncing up and down on my face, and her juices were dripping all over me.
I wanted to see more. I had looked at her ass when I got in the shower; but now I wanted a closer look.
"Turn around," I directed her. Again, I am not sure she knew exactly what I meant. But she obliged. I was sitting up higher now. She was on her hands and knees, still straddling me, facing away from me. She grabbed my cock; I think she was about to go down on it, when I entered her vagina with my tongue from behind. I don't think she expected that. She jumped up a bit, and moaned. I reached my left hand around in front and stuck my middle finger in her pussy, while my tongue went in and out beneath it. One finger.. then two. In and out, in and out, as she thrusted her pelvis up and down. Then I did it... I moved my tongue back and circled the outside of her asshole with it; around and around. And then lightly over her asshole, up and down, then around again. Surely she was not ready for that. She screamed, and I felt a gush of wetness on my hands. She shuddered violently, and then fell onto my body.
"Unbelievable!" she said.
"But wait," I replied. "I want more." Though we were both a bit exhausted. "Lie here next to me." She came up face to face, on my right side. She knew I was left-handed and that I wanted to reach over to her with my left hand.
She had told me how she masturbated with her fingers. She first got excited with whatever was near by. Then she used her fingers to bring herself to orgasm. This time it was my fingers.
Of course, she was already excited. I turned my body toward her and used my left hand to rub my cock along the outside of her thigh. She lifted her leg; she thought I was going to enter her, but I had other ideas. I moved my hand to the inside of her thighs and then up to her pussy. I put my middle finger in her vagina, and slowly went in and out. Then I reached over her leg and placed the palm of my hand on her clit. Once again, she jerked upwards. I moved my middle finger to her clitoris and began rubbing it up and down... hard... just like she told me she had done so many times. Faster and faster. She grabbed the sheets with both hands and squeezed her eyes shut. I could feel the juice coming out of her pussy... she arched her back up again, tilted her head back, and then screamed.... her whole body shook.
I stopped, and just held her for a while. Though, of course, I still had a tremendous erection. When we had time to catch our breath, I leaned over to her, and straddled her body. I moved up to her head, and once again, she took my cock in her mouth. Pulling it out, she said, "I want to taste you... please come. Come in my mouth."
Very inviting... it was so beautiful... it was so sexy. But the first time... I wanted it different. She sucked on me till I was about to go nuts... then I pulled back.
"No, I want to come inside you this time. I want you to feel me inside of you."
Quickly I moved down do her crotch; she grabbed my cock and pointed it to her pussy, pushing it in. I held back, and whispered, "Remember this... remember me entering you..... the first time."
I held my dick at the tip of her pussy till she opened her eyes and acknowledged. I moved it up and down, touching her enlarged clitoris. She jumped when I hit it. Then I leaned forward to her, my face inches from hers, and entered her vagina.... slowly, but all the way.
"Oh please come for me... please fuck me," she pleaded.
Well, that did it. I thrust my cock in and out, as deep as I could. I could feel my balls banging against her body. As I knew I was about to come, I kissed her deeply, put my tongue as far in her mouth as I could... then one more thrust, and I exploded hot cum into her... four, five... six, hard shots... I have no idea how much.
Once again, her body shook... both our bodies shook. I felt my cum ooze backward out of her pussy. Between her wetness and mine, we were soaking.
That's OK... that was more than OK.
"Did you feel it like I did?" she asked.
Of course.
We made love... we fucked.... in person!
Then we just lay there... first not saying a word, then re-living it again, telling each other what it was like and what we were thinking and feeling.
It was the first time.
But it was not the last time.
The End.
All That Matters
It was 3:00 A.M saturday morning when Kyle woke up from a dream. The same dream he had been having over and over for the longest time. He and his brother, Dean, were making passionate love in Dean's room. He woke up with a hard on, as usual. All 9 inches of it was as hard as a rock. He got up out of bed to change his now came in boxer briefs.
Once changed, he stood in the mirror on his bathroom door. There he was, 6 foot 4 inches tall, broad, muscular, tan, and sweaty from his sleep. Sandy brown hair, slightly wavy. Brilliant blue eyes, strong jawed, perfect skin. He studied himself. He considered himself beautiful, but he knew that was vain of him to do. He looked at his toned body, a result of years of hard work and was proud. He looked down at his legs. Thick and muscular, and then to his feet. They were tan and very nice, he thought. He wore a size 15. Huge, he thought to himself. His once fully erect penis was now soft, though still thick and large in his briefs. It was just over 6 inches flaccid, and very thick. He also had large testicles, that hung relatively low. He was well endowed, and glad.
When he was done admiring his body, he went back to his room and got into bed, hoping the dream wouldn't come again, so he could sleep until it was time to get up again, for his trip back home from his apartment near his university. It was fall, and the school was closing due to remodeling, and would resume again in the next month, so he was going home to visit his parents, and younger brother, as well as celebrate Deans upcoming birthday.
Later in the afternoon, Dean was sitting at home, thinking of what his 19th birthday was going to be like, on the following Monday. He had school, so he didn't think it could be that pleasant. His brother was coming home today, and he had mixed feelings about it. He hadn't seen his brother in several months, so he was excited about his return. However, he was also nervous. Everytime he sees his brother, there is a stirring in his groin, one he knows shouldn't occur, yet it does, and he can't make it stop. His brother was beautiful and attractive, in a sexual way. He stood up and walked from his living room up the stairs into his own room, where is mirror was. He looked at himself and wondered if his brother thought the same of him. Dean was 6 foot 3 inches tall, only slightly shorter than his brother, with a swimmers body. He had been a diver since the age of 7, a natural at the sport. He was lean, and tan from the sun exposure, but not as dark as his brother, Kyle. he had grown his hair out into a swooped kind of style, and liked it a lot. It was a dark brown, w
ith golden tones to it. Very beautiful, and relatively straight due to the flat-ironing. It was naturally wavy, like his brothers, but he liked flat-ironing it most days. He had icy blue eyes, much more beautifly than Kyle's, and very feminine. A great jawline,and a perfect smile.
He looked from his face to his pants, thinking of his package. It was 8 inches long, fully erect, and just under 6 inches flaccid. His balls were roughly the size of golf balls, and hung slightly low. Awful to squeeze into his swim speedo, and caught a lot of notice from curious on-lookers. He looked down to his bare feet, a size 14. Huge, like his brothers, but much wider.
He thought of his brother, naked. He had seen his brother nude several times, and enjoyed it quite a bit. He was starting to get hard, and had decided to grab his lube to have a quick jerk before his brother arrived.
Kyle pulled up to the house, and noticed only his brothers car home. His parents must be out running errands he thought, so he decided to just go in to surprise his brother. He entered the house, which was relatively quiet, and looked for his brother, which was not on the first floor. He turned to the staircase and walked slowly up them towards his brothers room, and heard a slight noise coming from inside. The door was slightly cracked, and he noticed his brother was nude, save a towel around his waist, and had something in his hand, but couldn't tell because his brother had his back turned to the door. He pushed the door open, and Dean turned quickly toward his brother, covering his erect penis, which was bulging greatly from the towel.
"Kyle! I didn't hear you pull up!"
"Yeah, I just got in a few minutes ago, and noticed you weren't downstairs. Where are the 'rents?"
"Uhh, they went into town to get some last minutes shopping done."
"Ah, I see. What are you doing up here?"
"Ummm, well, this is kind of awkward. I was just getting ready to..."
"No, I get it. Dudes have needs, bro. It's cool."
"Yeah, I suppose."
Kyle walked a little bit closer to his brother, feeling the stirring in his pants, and said " What have you got going on there? Let me see... I just wanna compare..." So Dean removed the towel, exposing his penis to his brother.
"Damn. Nice" He was staring at his brothers manhood. It looked amazing. Long and thick, and nice balls, too. Perfectly shaved, so it looked much bigger without pubic hair."
"Now, it's your turn" Dean said.
Dean undid his belt, button, and zipper, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, and pulled the shoes off of his huge feet, along with his socks, and took his pants off.
" You have to take care of my under shorts" Kyle said, so Dean set the lube down on his dresser, and walked up to his brother, and pulled his underwear down and off his brothers legs and feet. He was flaccid, but getting harder and harder by the second. Kyle grabbed Deans head,and kissed him. Passionately, but hard. It was amazing to be there, finally fulfilling the dream that had been taunting him for so long. He was running his fingers through his brothers hair, soft and smooth, their tongues entertwined in their kiss, which was getting much more intense.
They grabbed each others dicks, and caressed them slowly. Both of their skin was soft,and they tugged slightly. Dean moaned softly, and Kyle liked it.
Kyle pushed Dean away so he could stare into his eyes and said "Get on your knees, and suck my cock, Dean, with a ferocity that sent Dean into a frenzy. He dropped to his knees, and took his brother into his mouth.
It was the most amazing blowjob Kyle had ever recieved, from anyone. Dean could deepthroat like no other.
Kyle moaned and groaned in ecstacy. Dean enjoyed pleasuring his brother immensely, and wished it hadn't taken them so long to get to this point.
Kyle pulled away from Dean and motioned him towards the bed.
The End.
Sex After Sixty
First off, I'd like to say to all you young whippersnappers out there, stop saying eww. We older people have as much right to a good sex life as you do. Just remember only the lucky get old and if you're lucky enough to get to my age, you'll want to get laid too. Next, the only qualifications I have to talk on this subject are of a personal knowledge, as I have no professional training in this field.
Everyone, man or woman has a right to an active sex life no matter how old he or she may be. However, having that right does not necessarily mean you or your partner has the ability to fulfill that right. In most people, aging is a gradual process and we tend not to notice our loss of stamina and a lowering of libido. Many couples are amazed when they find out how long it has been since they've been intimate. There appears to be a certain time line and once crossed, sex disappears between them. It is an unconscious decision that we make, that going without is just easier than having sex.
Our sex life began declining after my wife went through menopause. As the closet sub in our relationship, I always enjoyed letting my wife take the lead in not only our marriage but particularly in the bedroom. With the hormone loss, came a lessoning of desire from her and although still willing to participate, she no longer had a strong sex drive. When you add in less lubrication and my no longer rock hard erection it tended to make sex work instead of pleasure.
As I kept getting the feeling that she was merely allowing, instead of wanting sex I would often fail to achieve orgasm and just give up. My wife took this as a lack of desire for her, further complicating our sex life. She interpreted my failed performances as a sign that she no longer had a desirable body. I repeatedly told her this wasn't true but to her she had my feeble erection as all the proof she needed. She told me many times that she didn't miss the sex as much as she missed the post coital cuddling. As for me, I just couldn't bring myself to tell her it wasn't her body that failed to turn me on it was her lack of a sex drive.
Everything physically appeared to work for both of us just not well enough for us to have sex. I turned to internet porn and masturbation and although not hard enough for intercourse, I would be firm enough to achieve orgasm. My wife turned to romance novels for much of the same reason. I kept jacking off and she kept losing herself between the pages of Harlequin as the clock kept ticking. It didn't take long before we just quit trying, weeks turned into months and months into years.
Finally, my wife came to me one day to say she wanted to have sex. As always, she was the aggressor and took the first step. She asked me what I thought was inhibiting our ability to make love. I told her I believed it to be honesty as we held back our own feelings from each other. I then went on to say that, I also missed our sex life and that we should put more effort into it. We gave it another try and achieved another failure. After finally giving up, we sat together on the bed naked both trying to find some way of accomplishing something we had done thousands of time. She asked me what I thought of the little blue pill or one of the many other male sexual enhancements. I told her I was concerned what they may do to my health but that I would be willing to go to a doctor and talking to him about them. I told her that I was capable because I could still masturbate to orgasm. She leaned over and took my limp dick in her hand. Then suddenly she let go of me and scooted back on our bed.
"Do you remember when we were young and I would sit back and let you watch me play with myself but not allow you to touch me?"
Just the thought made my dick twitch and I'm sure she saw it because she got that evil grin on her face that I always loved. She put her hand to her slit and separated herself with one finger. I told her she always drove me crazy with her teases so she continued. She began to rub her clit then she gave me that little girl frown as she said,
"I'm just so dry, I need to be wetter."
I got down between her legs and stuck out my tongue, yet not touching her. She ran her finger over my tongue and then inserted into her slit.
"Oh yes, that feels better, now open up and give me some more."
She used my saliva for lubrication repeatedly and just as she neared orgasm, she moved forward putting her slit in my face. She came for the first time in m
onths that I know of and as for me I was hard and humping the bed under me. She lay back down and I mounted her as she helped insert my erection inside. As we made love, I kept going back to those times, long ago, as she pleasured herself while she teased me unmercifully. I came maybe not like a racehorse but at least as good as an old man can.
It was wonderful and we both felt satisfied, not only from the sexual act but also from accomplishing something we no longer felt possible. I went out that evening and purchased a bottle of sex lube to help her stay wet. The next time we tried it I applied the lube to both her and I and after I entered her, I talked to her of times past when she had driven me crazy with her sexy ways. Although she didn't achieve orgasm that time, I did and this satisfied her almost as much as if she had cum too.
We are now having sex, not as often as we once did but at least we are having sex. To all you seniors out there not having sex with your partner don't give up. Talk with your spouse, talk honestly, but not mean. It is hard to tell the wife she is not wet enough without her thinking you're calling her a dried up old prune. It is just as hard to tell a man that he's not hard enough without him thinking she's calling him a limp-dicked old man. Remain calm and if you insult her apologize and if you feel the same try not to take it personally.
As for the little blue pills, I never went to the doctor so I've never tried them. I feel my problem was more libido than physical but of course, I could be wrong. Don't be embarrassed about going to the doctor, they are prescribing these pills by the carload and I'm sure they're helping millions of couples. The only thing you need to do is take that first step and remember the longer you wait the harder it is to get back to that thing you both enjoyed so much when you were younger.
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