She was shocked when he grabbed her by the head, his big hands gently but firmly wedging her head. For a fleeting instant she realized that she hoped he was about to take her head in his hands and pound her mouth and throat with his delicious cock, spewing his jizz into her mouth and down her throat. She had never been face-fucked like that and imagined that she should be shocked and offended by the possibility but instead was really jonesing on the possibility of it. Instead he pulled her off, her cheeks going concave before her lips popped of with a satisfying smack. She didn't even have time to open her nasal passages and let the suction release. It was a glorious sound, but again she was afraid he was mad at her for devouring his cock. Instead, what he did next told her that he was anything but mad.
Popping her off of his cock, he flipped her onto her back and plunged between her legs with his own head. He reached around under her legs forcing them up with his shoulders as he grasped her breasts in his hands. He buried his face in her panty-covered snatch as his fingers closed on her nipples. She gasped and thrust into him. He knew from experience that all women love cunnilingus, even if they are shy and embarrassed and resist it some, they cannot resist having their pussies ravaged by chin, lips, nose and tongue. This one was no different. He remembered how at the drive in movie she eventually opened her twat to him and even helped force his fingers up inside of her to savage her G-spot (something neither of them knew existed then). Now she was grinding into him and reaching down with both thumbs to hook her panties and try to wriggle out of them. He resisted a little, just to make her try harder, keeping his face tight in her snatch, tongue pressing satin deep into her cunt.
She could not believe how voracious he was for her cunt. Nobody had ever given her this kind of attention before. Her husband found her cunt totally repugnant and her few lovers on the side had been more intent on getting off than in getting her off. She knew from the stories she had read and the few movies she had watched that men could be great pussy hounds and this one was lapping hers up. He made it hard for her when she tried to pull her panties off but then relented and dove into her bare snatch with redoubled interest. She was so glad that that very morning she had taken the time to carefully groom her bush. She had a wonderful bush but knew from the pictures she had seen that women could look very delectable with a neatly trimmed bush... she didn't want to seem like a slut and she wasn't even sure he would be in a position to notice, but it made her feel sexy when she trimmed the longer hairs with her scissors and then shaved the edges back to a tight but generous trim. She could hardly resist continuing with the razor, it shocked her how good it felt and how good she imagined it would feel to go past the leg and shave her labia, to go past the edge of her mons and shave right up to her clit. But she had resisted and now she was excited and gratified that she had made the effort.
He was impressed with her bush... he had encountered a wide range of pussy in his career as a pussy hound, but this was the most eloquently groomed he had ever seen or tasted. To make it even better, she had reached down and spread her lips wide with both hands, for such a small woman, she had a huge twat... her labia were generous, her clit was engorged and enormous for her body size, and when she pulled her labia wide there was room for him to bury his face. It was perfect. As he plunged, she removed one hand from her labia to guide his head in. This quickly went from guiding to pulling him greedily into her. She clearly loved this face-fuck he was giving her. He only wished she had let him do this in high-school. The bridge of his nose ground into her clit as his tongue explored her depths and his chin worried her perineum. It was all he could do not to grab her legs and force them back over her shoulders so he could alternately tongue-fuck her cunt and ass. But he was too shy. He was having a most amazing time as it was and didn't need to push it, as much as he wanted to. He loved her taste and she was already beginning to breathe quickly and buck against his face, he felt her rising in an orgasm.
She couldn't believe how good this man was at pussy licking. Pussy licking, hell, he was tongue-fucking her. The few half-hearted lickings she had received over the years were nothing compared to this and she was shocked at how well she liked it. She was spreading her legs and lips as wide as she could and pulling him into her. She could feel his tongue deep in her cunt and occasionally it would pull out and dart up to attend to her hugely swollen clit. Other times it darted lower and for the first time in her life, she wondered what it would like to be rimmed, to have that tongue lick her anus, probe her rectum, maybe even plunge into her ass the same way it was plunging her cunt. It titillated her to think such nasty thoughts and she started to move toward an orgasm. She felt a little shy, knowing that when she did come, she would gush, ejaculating huge volumes, something her husband hated, even when he didn't have to hardly notice it. So she tried to pull him away.
He felt her try to pull his face from her cunt, but he was adamant about finishing what he had started. She was strong for such a small girl but she was less than half his size and he used his weight and strength to lean into her. If she had been less eager, he would almost have felt he was raping her... it was not his style but it did give him a little rush to be savaging her privates apparently against her will. He was pretty sure her resistance was shyness as he always had to go through women trying to pull him off of their cunts the first few times he gave them head. The eventually learned to give over to it, but the first time he made most women come, they resisted coming into his face. Later he would have to pull back to keep from getting his nose broken or smothered, but the first few times, they were shy or embarrassed.
She was scared that she would gush into his mouth and he would not like her anymore, but he was too strong and too adamant, and the excitement of resisting him pushed her over the edge. She shuddered and gasped and grabbed him by the hair and ears and tried to pull his head into her womb. She gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt into his mouth, only vaguely worried about hurting him. She was lying on her back but she wished she were straddling his face, using her weight to force her cunt down into his face... and it appalled her to think of this, but she was beyond conscious thought... she was a primal orgasm reinventing itself over and over again in her body, in their bodies. The universe was centered in her clit and she could only let it take her where it would. She could feel her ejaculate spraying out, hot against her legs. Her husband was sure that she was peeing when she came like that and it disgusted him. This man seemed to love it, he was practically lapping it up as it squirted out.
She bucked and gasped and ground into him as her cunt contracted over and over, ejaculate spraying into his mouth, soaking his beard. It was very bitter, too bitter really, but he knew she had been saving it forever. The first time a woman had come into his mouth like this, he thought she was urinating and it scared and shocked him. He had never thought of "piss play" and suddenly he felt warm fluid on his face. Now he knew how this worked and he loved it. As much as he loved spewing his own jizz into a woman's mouth, he knew there could be nothing more intimate for her than him letting her gush into his. Since then, he had developed a curiosity about piss play and had learned enough about the hygiene of it that he liked to imagine that this woman was pissing into his mouth. But he also was enjoying her pleasure vicariously. He loved feeling a woman convulsing in ecstasy under his ministrations.
She finally relaxed and lay back, one hand caressing his head, his mouth breathing gently onto her now-soaked bush. He was far from satisfied himself but was willing to take a short break while she recovered. She was soaked in a pool of sweat and had pulled the sheets from the mattress. She was breathing heavily and had her eyes closed, twitching under the eyelids almost as if in REM sleep. If he had not had as much experience with giving women orgasms, he would have been afraid she was working up to an epileptic seizure or something. Slowly his raging hardon demanded attention. He wanted her to suck him dry, but he also wanted to pound her pussy. He was conflicted but she rescued him. She reached to the bedside table and fumbled with th
e condom he had fished out of his jeans during their early tangling. He wanted to show her he was responsible and thoughtful and while he had been tested after some of his earlier "wild times" and was pretty sure he had nothing "extra" to offer, he was still shooting live rounds and the last thing he wanted to do was create another complication by getting her pregnant on their "first date"!
She was twitching in ecstasy but wanted more... she reached to the bedside table and took the condom he had put there earlier in her hand. She boldly opened it, popped it in her mouth and proceeded to sheath him with it in the best way she could imagine. It was a trick her sex ed teacher had offered in college and she had always wanted to try it. It was cool. He responded well. But she didn't want to suck him through latex, she wanted to be pounded. She had had her first wave of orgasms and was ready for a good pounding. She spread her legs as wide as she could, practicing yoga fairly regularly, that was pretty far. Her pussy lips opened and her twat gaped widely inviting him in. She had done this in front of a mirror before, out of curiosity, and now she was confident that he could not resist her "perfect fuck hole". She couldn't believe how brazen they both were, after all the shy and careful e-mails, laced only with hopeful innuendo and metaphor.
He couldn't believe when she deftly rolled the condom onto his stiff rod with her mouth. He didn't like the lack of sensation a condom brought but this one was now well lubricated with her saliva and when she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, he didn't care. He was going to plunge and pound and the longer it took for him to come, the better. She spread so wide, her pussy lips parted and her cunt gaped as if spread with a speculum, it was an inviting maw, surrounded by the most perfectly trimmed bush he had ever seen. He looked into her eyes as he lowered himself onto her, his latex-covered cock gently pressing against her hot, eager opening. He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing deep as his cock slid even deeper into her. After the first long, deep stroke, he hesitated, then pulled back until he was barely inside of her and then sank again a little more swiftly. Slowly he built the rhythm until he was pounding into her, his own pubic bone hitting hers with a firm smack, his balls slapping her ass. He could see her beautiful tits bouncing with every slam and she was holding her legs wide and gasping with every stroke.
She had never been fucked like this before, not even hardly. All sex she had ever had seemed fumbling and inadequate. She had imagined that this man, her high-school boyfriend would make sweet, gentle love to her at best. Here she was being fucked silly. Literally silly. She could hardly think, she hardly wanted to think, she just lost herself in the rhythm of his hips thrusting into her pelvis, of his cock splitting her cunt wide, of her tits bouncing. She could feel that he was close to orgasm and wanted to receive it all, not let any of it go to waste in a condom. As he began to convulse, she grabbed him by the hips, pulled back away enough that his cock popped out of her and yanked the condom from his cock as she slid under him, lining his beautiful shining cock up with her face. She was afraid he would come before she got her mouth around his cock and didn't want to miss a drop, but as she saw the eye wink open and the first spurt fly toward her face, she realized that there was going to be plenty.
He couldn't believe it when she pulled him out of her, slipped down under him and removed his condom all in one smooth motion. His cock had a mind of it's own by now and was spurting huge gobs.... he saw the first one hit her lip and cheek before she grabbed his ass and pulled him down into her mouth. He was beyond self-consciousness as he rooted and pumped into her mouth as he had been a moment before with her hungry cunt. He might have trusted her not to be doing anything she didn't want to but frankly he had no spare cycles to think about anything but the rhythmic stroking of his cock into her hot, wet, mouth, his balls contracting in synchronization with his strokes and the wet smacking sounds coming from her mouth. He felt like he was ejaculating gallons of jism for hours. He came and came and came until he finally collapsed onto the bed, his cock still in her mouth. It would be only seconds before he fell into an exhausted slumber. If he had been a rapist, he knew this would have been her opportunity to bludgeon him to death with the bedside lamp, he wouldn't have been able to resist, he probably wouldn't have even noticed and he wouldn't have cared if he did... he would have died happy, having already gone to heaven.
She couldn't believe how aggressive she was being as she took his second spurt in her mouth, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. The third spurt hit her tonsils and the rest were squirting directly into her throat. She had never felt come so hot and certainly never directly in her throat. She had always loved sucking a man off and when she had the opportunity, always savored the taste and then swallowed reluctantly. Now she was conflicted between the lovely sensation of having it delivered directly down her gullet and wishing she could feel it fill her mouth, taste its bittersweet saltiness. His come *was* wonderfully bitter and salty and especially thick. It was perhaps the thickest come she had ever had... if it was like oatmeal, it was the creamiest, most wonderful tasting oatmeal she had ever had. She wanted him to keep coming forever and she even reached up to milk his balls as he slowed to a gentle spurt every few seconds. He collapsed to the bed and she followed, suckling him as she went. She could feel the first gob of come he had spurted onto her cheek and she looked forward to licking it off as a dessert, but for the moment, she felt satisfied with holding his cock in her mouth as it slowly deflated. She felt him slipping into post-coital slumber and instead of feeling lonely, she felt his completely vulnerable, primal self as close to her as anyone could ever be.
Later they would wake and do it all over again, but for now they were blissfully in heaven. He barely noticed as she finally released his completely drained cock from her mouth and slowly wriggled up to snuggle into his massive chest. She was like a child next to him, welcome at least in the sense of security and presence he offered her.
Their e-mails would never be the same again. After three days of near-constant sexual reunion, they would have a lot to talk about. A lot to reminisce about, a lot to discuss for the next time they got together. They both were in awe of what had just happened but had no idea that this was only the beginning of a truly fantastic journey that continues to this day.
Flirting Trouble
My wife, Sonya, is 28 years old about 135 lbs. and 5' 7" with a beautiful ass and soft shapely legs, dark brown curly hair. One of her best features is her very firm and more than a mouthful breasts. Sex with Sonya was always incredible and it wasn't just the grinding and pounding of a dick in her pussy but the way she could stroke my dick with her hand and give me a rim job all at the same time. She would always follow that with a great blow job.
Sonya worked for a company that made parts for display counters for jewelry and clothing stores. She had an easy job of taking care of paperwork in the plant and would dress in sexy outfits such as short skirts and low cut blouses. Some of her dresses were split up the side showing some very beautiful legs, which drove the guys up the wall. She said that she would tease some of the guys by leaning over their desks and giving them a good look down her shirt at her cleavage and lacy bra and watching their expressions when they knew that they had been caught.
Two weeks ago was the last day of work for most of the workers due to the Christmas Holidays and it was more of a laid back time where no work got done that day. Sonya slipped a large bottle of Canadian Mist into the plant and put it in her desk drawer. Most of the supervisors were off or were partying in the front office and didn't come out on the floor. This of course was against company policies and they could be fired for it but she wanted to get an early start on feeling good for the company party that night.
All day Sonya and the guys that worked with her nursed on the bottle. That night Sonya dressed in one of the most sexual outfits that I could remember. She had a short black skirt that was a lot shorter in the front and longer in the back, which really showed off her best assets and a black very low cut sweater and black high-heeled boots. S
he asked me how she looked and I told her what a hard on I had and I knew the other guys would feel the same way. She suggested that I get the camera and she would pose for some pictures since I loved the outfit. I took about 15 pictures of her in different positions with her pulling up one side of her skirt to her hip to show her beautiful leg completely and the lacy black panties that she was wearing and hiking up the front of her dress while leaning against the wall with her eyes closed and massaging her pussy and also some very hot bedroom shots. I tried to get her to do a strip tease while I was taking pictures but the friends that we were riding to the party with pulled into the driveway.
"As soon as we get home tonight I promise you a strip tease that you won't forget and you can take all the pictures you want," she said while getting her long leather coat.
We danced all night and drank heavily into the early morning hours. Sonya danced with all the guys and during the slow dances their hands seem to be moving farther south than the lower curve of her back. Sonya was having a good time and loved the attention she was getting along with a few kisses when the guys steered her into the dark corner of the room away from the other dancers. Sometime she had to grab her partner’s hand while they were in the middle of the dance floor and pull it back up on her back because she was afraid that their wives would get mad at them for massaging the cheeks of her ass and pulling her tightly against them. She said some of the guys had some big hard ons that she could feel. I told her if she was a street walking whore she could have make more money in one night with these guys than a year of what the company paid. She just laughed and got up to dance with another guy.
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