by Sofia Connor
"Yes you can," she blurted out. She blushed when she realized the direction the conversation had taken. Oscar didn't seem to notice. He got the bottle and poured her more wine, just a little more this time.
"There you go. You didn't answer my question. I know it is a lot to ask, but I need an answer in the next two hours."
"What happens in two hours?" Lisa questions.
"Things move beyond my control. I learned last night that he was going to see Ms. Delacroix today. If he hurts her, I may not be able to cover this up anymore. Mike would destroy himself and drag you down to," Oscar said sadly. He moved so he was sitting beside her on the bed. He slowly put an arm around her and pulled her in so that her head rested on his shoulder. "I know I barely know you but I don't want to see you get hurt."
Lisa looked up at Oscar. She was trying to think of something to say. Her lips parted and Oscar leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. He pulled back.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. You're so beautiful, I can't think straight." Lisa couldn't remember the last time Mike had called her beautiful, or looked at her the way this man was looking at her, or kissed her that way. She put an arm around him, reaching his head and pulling it back down to her lips.
It was a long, hungry kiss, their tongues touching and caressing. It wasn't a battle, it was a dance. His hand came to rest on her mid-thigh. She found her breath coming in little gasps. She placed a hand on his mid-thigh. As he moved his hand up, it pushed hers ahead of him so he was at the crest of her thigh when she found her hand on his crotch.
She began stroking his cock inside his pants. It felt like a rod of iron inside there, stiff and full of energy. She could feel it throb. She moaned into him, their lips still kissing. He broke the kiss and looked deep into her soul.
"I need you," he growled. "I need you now." She found herself nodding.
"Yes," she panted. Maybe it as the wine; maybe it was the neglect, but this hot man wanted her and she wanted him and nothing else seemed to matter. He drove his lips into her neck, nibbling and biting. His hands came tantalizingly close to her crotch and breasts, but he would not violate them. It was driving her mad. She was moaning and taking deep breaths. She kept her hand on his crotch, sliding it faster and faster, up and down.
"Is it bigger than your husband's?" he purred into her ear.
"Yes, oh God, yes," she all but screamed. He rewarded her by a gentle squeeze of one breast. Her nipple poked through her bra and dress. He rubbed his palm and thumb over it. She felt herself becoming embarrassingly wet.
"I want you now," she begged.
"I want to taste you first," he breathed with passion. Lisa's husband had only gone down on her twice and only then to 'get her going'. She heard about how good it could be, but resigned herself to never knowing. She didn't reply. She didn't have to. Oscar began removing his shirt displaying sculpted pecs and six pack abs.
He was tanned and firm and all hers. Oscar stood up then pulled her up. Gently he turned her around. Alice was horny and confused until she felt Oscar's hands touch the top of the zipper to her dress.
His touch felt so warm against her neck. He didn't tear the zipper down; he pulled it down oh so slowly. She could feel him taking in her flesh as it was exposed to him. He placed small kisses down her spine as the zipper progressed. It was driving her nuts and she loved it.
"Does Mike love you like this, Mrs. Durbin," he panted at the point the small of her back curved down to her ass.
"Oh no; Mike is a selfish bastard," she groaned.
"I would never leave you unsatisfied," Oscar told Lisa as he stood back up. His hands went to the sides of her neck then slowly, teasingly, pushed her dress off her shoulders until, with a wiggle of her hips, it slipped to the ground. For only a moment Oscar pushed himself hard against her. Lisa felt his manhood on the small of her back but he was gone before she could push back. God, he was driving her insane.
Oscar's hands traced a leisurely trail down her arms until his fingers intertwined with his. He pulled their joined hands first to her smooth, soft stomach. She felt her heart racing as one hand moved up and the other one moved down. She didn't know which direction to pay attention to, they both felt so erotic. Their hands didn't race up the bra, they cupped it. She was surprised how silky the bra felt. She couldn't remember it feeling so sensual when she'd put it on this morning.
Their other hand teased the edge of her panties, but instead of plunging in, they moved outside the panties. She felt the slight bulge of her pubic hair. It made her tingle down there. It was tantalizing. She tried to push their hands further down, but he stopped her. She moaned in frustration. Instead he worked his way around to the corner of her pubic mound and her thigh.
She could feel her dampness and for a moment she was afraid it would repulse him. It seemed to have the opposite effect. He gasped into her ear. She felt him relinquish control of her hand. Intertwined, she hesitantly drew him across and down. His fingers pressed in, making tiny circles in the crotch of her panties.
"Damn, that is so sexy," he whispered to her. "It makes me want you even more."
Lisa gulped. She was arousing him. It was the heady sensation of sexual control. She guided their hands down and together they began to massage her labia through her soaked cloth. It was pleasuring herself and having someone pleasure her at the same time.
"Do you like it?" she whispered back. Oscar responded by biting playfully at her neck.
"What do you think?" he said hoarsely. Lisa let out a joyful breath.
Oscar then did a trick she'd never experienced, or even heard about. He kissed his way down her back to her bra. He gently bit into the bra clasp and she felt him pull it back into his mouth. He seemed to suck on it, but when he pressed his face again into her back, the bra came loose. Lisa gasped and ground her pubic mount onto their hands.
He didn't stop his mouth and tongue there. He kept moving down, dragging their hands on her breast down as he went. As he kissed a line along the back of her waist, he moved their four hands to the waistband of her panties. He drew lines back and forth from hip to but didn't go down.
"Fuck it," Lisa growled as she moved her fingers inside the band and began to draw her panties down. He followed her with his lips to her ass as their fingers worked her panties down past her knees. Oscar then did something else she'd never experienced before; he began teasing his tongues between her cheeks.
"This does not scare you, does it," Oscar asked her softly. Lisa had to think about that. She'd never had ass-sex before and on the surface she was uncertain.
"I don't know," she responded, "isn't it ... icky?" She hated using the word 'icky' the moment it came out. It made her sound childish and inexperienced.
"I don't have much experience," Oscar lied convincingly, "but your ass is so ... sensual." Lisa blushed and couldn't stop herself from wiggling her ass ever so slightly. He 'mmm'ed in appreciation of her action and resumed kissing and licking her sway down. Lisa quickly shed her panties and kicked them aside. As she did so, she spread her legs wider apart.
Again he moaned and when his tongue twisted to her anus, Lisa gasped and moaned. She was hoping it didn't smell or taste bad because she loved it.
"Do you like it?" he asked when he broke contact. Lisa instinctively groaned and pushed back against his face.
"Yes!" she cried out, "yes I like it very much." In response Oscar pressed himself in as far as he could go. Slowly he untangled his hands and pulled them around. With one hand he cupped and massaged one ass cheek. The other pressed against her back. It took a moment of feeling past her sexual exploitation to realize he wanted her to fall forward. She eagerly did so.
Oscar now parted her ass and pushed his tongue against her sphincter. Lisa couldn't help but tense up. He was persistent. Lisa suddenly felt a new form of pleasure as he entered her.
"Oh ... oh yes ..." she panted. She wiggled her ass even more feeling his tongue twisting around.
He moved one hand ar
ound her hips until it grazed her pussy. It didn't stop there, but rose to cup her pubic area and play with her hair. This time Lisa was on the ball. She placed her hand on Oscars, while keeping propped up with the other arm. She wove their fingers together once more, and didn't hesitate to move his fingers down to place their first two tips within her. Two fingers felt good. Knowing one was his was much, much better.
Oscar pushed his hand around her ass and stuck a second (or was that third?) finger into Lisa. She picked up the pace of her breathing as I worked it in to his second knuckle. He withdrew it, but pulled their entwined fingers deeper in to take its place. It didn't take Lisa long to find out because Oscar moved his face aside and pressed his finger into her anus. Lisa bucked.
"Ow ... that was a little hard ... lover," Lisa moaned. Oscar kissed her gingerly on each cheek.
"I apologize my love; this is new to me," he smiled from behind her.
"That's okay Oscar, it is feeling better and better. Please don't stop," she sighed with contentment. When had Mike ever apologized to her about anything in bed?
After some tentative movements, Oscar propelled his finger farther in and it was getting easier and more enjoyable. She began matching his thrusts with their combined fingers. His thumb touched hers as she plunged in, tickling her clit. Lisa gasped. She followed through by rubbing her clit between his thumb and hers. She picked up the pace, fingers pleasuring her in all kinds of ways new and old.
"I ... I ... aaahhh ..." she panted then she screamed out from deep inside her diaphragm. When she regained the fringes of rational thought she was aware that she'd fallen forward onto the bed. Her hips, torso, and head were resting on the bed. Her thighs were trembling and her toes tingled. Oscar said something she couldn't make out.
"What?" she whispered with tortured lungs.
"I asked if I could be inside you now," he told her as he came to rest on her back, supported by his arms.
"A moment," she panted, "I can't feel my pussy." He chuckled lovingly.
"You're welcome?" he asked.
"I want you inside me now," was her sensual answer. Oscar answered with his body, lowering himself and pushing his penis up against her opening.
"Oh," was her little sound as he parted her lip and expanded her to his intrusion. He had glacial patience. Lisa had never been engaged in such a manner.
It didn't feel like an invasion. It was highly personal, almost self-induced as she grew around him. She had to bite down on the mattress to stop from crying out in pleasure. It was almost a disappointment when she felt his hips push down on her butt. He held himself there but she wanted more. He moved her hips up to get in every last inch of him inside. She heard him groan. She couldn't help but feel triumphant.
"You can begin," she whispered to him as she turned her head to the side to speak. It felt so fantastic, being where she was, saying what she was saying at that moment. He slowly but steadily pulled out. As she felt his penis head touch the inside of her lips he stopped then reversed direction in one fluid motion.
"Oscar," she pleaded, "just a little faster." When he complied she moaned her appreciation. She felt his weight increase on her and his chin pressed onto her shoulder.
"Kiss me Lisa, please," he pleaded. She twisted her upper body and put her face toward his. They kissed gingerly, awkwardly at first, but as she twisted more he was able to safely deepen their embrace.
Oscar broke the embrace much to Lisa's displeasure. What he planned to do was soon evident as he moved his hands to each breast.
"Join me," he teased. Lisa moved but Oscar tricked her, they ended up rolling onto their sides. She laughed joyfully and beamed a smile up to the ceiling. Oscar wasn't done yet.
They rolled over and up so that Oscars butt was on the bed and Lisa sat in his lap. That elicited a little 'eeep!" form Lisa who was now in the driver's seat. He pulled her hands around so that Lisa was on his thighs and she could push up and down at her pleasure. Right now she was happy to grind down on his cock and let it sink even deeper into her womb.
She pushed her thighs outside his thighs, placed her palms down on the bed and pushed up with her fingers and toes. She'd done it; she'd pushed herself up from him. With a slight tremble in her forearms she lowered herself slowly back down.
"Oh yeah ..." she groaned. "Like that." Oscar responded by moving one hand down to her ass, slipping a finger insider her anus once more and using his palm to help her rise and fall. His other hand kept gingerly pinching her nipple and drawing circles around her areola. A low guttural sound of ecstasy boiled out of her.
When she felt like she couldn't take any more, Oscar quickly moved his fingers down from her breast to her clit. He pinched it and twirled it with two fingers. Lisa found herself screaming again until her lungs were squeezed of all her air. She flopped back down with Oscar underneath her. She didn't say anything for the longest time and the only sensation she felt was the wetness between her thighs and wherever her buttocks met his crotch, and his free hand rubbing his fingertip across her belly.
"You still haven't come," Lisa panted with a little distress. Wasn't she good enough for him?
"I have been struggling to hold out for something -- something new I want to try," he responded with a bit of embarrassment.
"What is it?" she purred.
"I want to have ... sex with your ass," he blurted out. Lisa was scared but then felt silly.
"Of course you can, just take it easy. This is new to me too," she agreed readily.
"Roll over onto your hands and knees," he asked. Lisa was slow in responding. Her arms and legs were trembling for her last (second?) orgasm. She'd never had a second one before and here she was already hoping for a third with some really chance of fulfillment.
Oscar didn't rush right. Instead when she was in positioned at the top of the bed; Lisa found herself clutching a pillow to her chest, her ass was up in the air and nearly drooling in anticipation. He ran his hands all over her back, butt and thighs.
"Mmmm ... could you play with yourself; I love to watch your hands move over your own body," Oscar suggested. Lisa nodded and began to move one hand down her chest.
Lisa stopped at her chest and rolled one of her nipples between her thumb and finger. She'd done this so many times before but it had never felt so good, complete in the symphony that was her body's sensuality.
"Let me get ready," he whispered to her as he entered her vagina with more urgency than before. She sensed he was close and had that satisfaction that she was the source of his sexual arousal.
He waited until had sunk all the way in her before making several piston-like thrusts that caused both of them to grunt from the impact. She had been through this many times with Mike, but nothing she had ever done with him could compare to Oscar. With her new lover this was a prelude to much more to come, not a culmination of his desire for love-making- no, with Mike it had only been fucking. Oscar had opened he eyes to what real love-making was.
"I'm ready," he asked, "Are you ready?" Lisa was frightened. Oscar seemed so large. She nodded quickly before she could chicken out and leave him frustrated -- and worse, disappointed with her. "Let me know if the pain ... if it gets to be too much. I'm told it is intense at the start but if you relax it isn't so bad ... or so I've been told." Lisa nodded again.
Relaxing wasn't as hard as Lisa though it would be. Oscar steadied himself with one hand as he guided his member to her anus with the other. When he was pushing slightly against her entrance, he began slowly stroking her back and shoulders. His now-free hand joined it and together they began to massage strongly her lower and middle back. Lisa found her body pushing back against his penis.
There was pain when he popped inside. Her back arched slightly but his hands were there to help her through it. No one said a word. Lisa felt her hips push back a little farther, stopping when the pain became too much. Oscar started to moan.
"So tight," he said, "it feels like you are squeezing me in a vice. It feels so good." Lisa liked
the sound of that even though the pain was pretty constant.
Lisa worked her way down his shaft. It didn't stop being painful, but Oscar couldn't stop his moaning and whispers of encouragement. He was fully inside of her with her barely noticing. Again they stopped for a few seconds before he moved his hands from her back to her hips. He withdrew a little bit then slid back in.
"Can you take it, my Love?" he inquired.
"Yes ... it ... I ... it's painful but less so now. Keep going," she gasped in way of a reply. Oscar did so several more times. Each time he inched out a little more and came in a little harder.
"God you are so good," he panted.
"I am?" she questioned.
"You keep squeezing me on the way back in," he stated. "Are you sure you haven't done this before because if you haven't, you are a natural." All Lisa could think to do in response to that was moan. She was good in bed? She was a natural? She liked the sound of that. Hell, she loved it. She'd never felt sexier. Mike could go fuck himself because she wasn't doing him anymore.
He was moving with greater urgency, rocking her forward with each down stroke. She began urging him one with cries of "harder" and "yes". His fingers were digging delightfully into her thighs.
"I'm about to ..." he ground out. Lisa wanted to ... then an idea occurred to her that she found highly risky yet sexually charged.
"Wait!" she shouted. She leaned forward until he was nearly out. He tried to follow.
"No, I want to," she gulped, hoping not to turn him off, "taste you." She hoped she didn't taste foul. He slowly pulled the rest of the way out and Lisa hurried around. Oscar was leaning back.
"Let me help you with that," Lisa said in her most sultry voice. She grasped his member with one hand and lowered her lips over the head with the other. Her ass didn't taste that bad at all, especially mixed with her own cunt juices. Lisa had given enough blowjobs to Mike but not too many to climax since they'd become married. Now she was reaching back to her college bag of tricks to make this as enjoyable to Oscar as she could.
She gobbled down maybe a third of his cock with her hand pumping the remainder when she saw Oscar's face scrunch up in a desperate struggle. This man was dying to cum, but was fighting back with all his concentration. That made Lisa hungrier and willing to go to even greater lengths to make him erupt. Not swallowing now didn't even occur to her.