He started pounding her relentlessly, like a man possessed. She reveled in the feel of being taken, of being penetrated, of having her breasts mashed against the bed as her entire body jerked with each of his massive thrusts. She'd forgotten that even though he was fat, he was also strong. It was like being fucked by a bull, and she bit her lip as another orgasm rushed through her, soaking his cock in her juices.
He grabbed the back of her neck and brought her shoulders up against his chest, still ramming her pussy, and he whispered to her, "I love you so much." It was right then that he threw her back against the bed, flipped her over and took her missionary style, just like he had on her wedding night. He had a feral look as he held her legs back, doubled his thrusting pace and started to grunt like a rutting beast. She came a third time, harder than before. She was shaking all over as he finally let out an animalistic bellow and his dick swelled and started pumping her pussy full of his semen. The sloppy noises that followed pleased her as he gradually slowed down and slipped out of her. She laid there on her back staring at the ceiling, feeling his cum start to drain from her pussy and drip down towards her asshole.
Suddenly, she felt his hand there, scooping up his cum and slowly fingering her pussy, coating his fingers in the mix of their juices. He took those fingers and stuck them into her open mouth, and she revelled in the pure naughtiness of it. But then something happened that had never happened before. He kissed her, hard, with his tongue on hers, and they shared the flavor of their lovemaking. Then he kissed her gently on her collarbone, her chest and on to her navel, then finally he settled on her pussy. "Wha," she started to ask, but he lifted his hand and covered her mouth. "I want to do this for you," he said. He then proceeded to clean out her pussy completely, bringing her to yet another gentler orgasm in the process.
The words surprised her when they came out of hermouth, because she'd never been one for dirty talk: "Since when are you not afraid of a sloppy, cum-filled pussy," she teased as they both lay panting on the bed.
"Since you've been gone,as far as your libido goes," he said, gazing into her crystal blue of her eyes, "I got lonely, and withdrawn from you. I started reading about sex, since I wasn't having any. I started dreaming about sex. At first I was bitter and angry towards you. Slowly though, I opened up to a lot of things. One day it occurred to me that you'd playfully asked me to go down on you after we'd had sex before, but that I'd acted like nothing could be more gross. I matched my reaction to your request with the way you react to my advances when you can't get in the mood. I started hating myself for denying you that, even if you weren't really serious. I guess I just had a feeling that I had been selfish, and I never noticed it until we spent so long being celibate. I promised myself that if I ever got another chance to make love to you, I would correct that oversight, even if you'd forgotten the whole thing. I love you, and now that you feel like you can enjoy sex again, despite this gross body of mine, I feel like there is no fantasy we can't explore together."
Margaret's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she realized that it had been the lack of sex that had made him so morose so often, and so distant. He'd been as lonely as she had been! Who would have thought that something as easy and simple as a handjob, offered out of compassion, could do so much for a marriage? She had a feeling that there wouldn't be so much of that moody introspection going on in the near future. She felt like a newlywed again, and judging by his confident smile and already recovering erection, so did he. She heard him sigh, but this time, it sounded like love.
The End.
Marcie’s First Impression
"I've been told I do a pretty good Linda Lovelace impression."
I was in the screening room of the A/V department in the basement of the library at Sangamon State University, watching Deep Throat with Marcie Madison. She was a full-time staffer and I was a grad student working a great part-time job. At the moment, I was just a bit flustered.
"I didn't know you did voice impressions," I said as I turned to look at Marcie. She was seated in the row behind me.
She raised one eyebrow. "I'm not talking about her voice," she said.
I was stunned. I'm not really accustomed to females coming on to me like that. So it took me a moment to decide to stand up, move to the chair next to Marcie, and sit down.
"Prove it," I said. I was afraid my voice would crack if I attempted any more words.
Marcie didn't hesitate. She reached over and undid my belt, opened and unzipped my pants and got both pants and briefs down to my ankles quicker that I could have. Then she inhaled my penis – in one gulp, Marcie's nose was in my pubic hair.
I think I may have said, "Gak!"
Marcie's head started bobbing up and down as she sucked hard, pausing at the end of my penis every few strokes to swirl her tongue around the head and then sliding her mouth right back down the length of my cock. She was deep throating me with no problem at all.
I'd like to be able to describe all the things she did, because I know she brought me to the edge of orgasm a couple of times and slowed me down before continuing. But the fact is, this was my first ever blowjob and I blanked out just a little bit. I wasn't a virgin, but I had not yet met a woman who would give me oral sex. At this point in my life, I was convinced that blowjob queens were like unicorns – mythical creatures that didn't really exist.
But Marcie was real, and she was sucking me like a brand new vacuum. I know I was enjoying it, and I remember how my hips started jerking up and down on their own and I shouted out a warning.
"Marcie! I'm gonna come!" I yelled
She just grabbed hold of my hips and sucked even harder. She clamped her lips on the head of my cock and sucked and I blew. As the intense pleasure waves of orgasm rocketed all the way to my toes, I felt the cum rush out of me and I also got so lightheaded I nearly saw stars. I was experiencing literally one of the best orgasms of my life, and I felt like I shot a gallon into Marcie's hot wet mouth.
She swallowed everything I gave her, pulling her mouth off my cock and licking up and down the length to clean me up as I sagged into my chair. I was breathing hard and trying to get myself back under control when I noticed her breath near my ear.
"So how did you like my Linda Lovelace impression?" she whispered.
I responded by grabbing her face and kissing her passionately, snaking my tongue into her mouth and exploring all around that cavity that gave me such pleasure. Yeah, it tasted all spermy but I didn't care. I wanted her to know how much I appreciated the best blowjob ever.
When I broke the kiss and pulled back, Marcie giggled. "So you liked it, huh?"
My breathing was still a little labored, so I just nodded my head up and down.
Marcie liked to wear dresses that were fitted on top with a loose, flowing knee-length skirt. I'm sure there's a name for that style of dress, but I always think of Marcie when I see one. I always see her hourglass figure and her glossy black hair. Tonight's dress was royal blue, and I knew I could easily push the hem of the dress from her knees all the way up to her hips. So I did.
As I did that, I grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them down her thighs. It didn't really register at the moment that her panties were also royal blue and very lacy.
Once I got her panties to her knees they dropped to the floor. I lifted under her knees, put her legs on my shoulders, and dove into her pussy. Which was already wet.
Although my girlfriends had never offered to give oral sex, they really enjoyed receiving oral sex. So I learned how to pleasure a woman with my mouth, and I wanted to show off for Marcie.
I started with a long lick between her vaginal lips and a quick tease on her clit and then slid my tongue into her channel. I smashed my face into her pussy and fucked my tongue in and out, keeping a tight grip on her ass cheeks with both hands. That wasn't easy, because my mouth was making Marcie bounce around a bit in her chair.
I pulled back out of her pussy and sucked up and down each vaginal lip before plunging back
in with my tongue and flicking it in and out. I pulled out again, did a long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy up to the top and ran my tongue around her clit a couple of times. Then I latched onto her clit with my lips and sucked hard as I slid my middle fingers into her and searched for the soft spongy spot.
As I found it and stroked it in time with my sucking on her clit, I felt Marcie's hips jerking harder. It was becoming more difficult to hang on with just one hand as I stroked inside her with the other hand. That's when I noticed the noises she was making.
"Oh, oh, oh, god, oh, yes, oh, oh, GOD PAUL YES THAT'S IT!!! AHHHHHHH!!"
She was thrashing in her chair and I was trying to stay on her clit as the orgasm washed through her and her fluids leaked all over my hand. I pulled that hound out and grabbed her hip to try and keep her from hurting me. After a moment she sagged and I eased off her clit, softly kissing up and down her vaginal lips.
I sat up on my chair with a smile on my face. Marcie's eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open. She was sitting sideways on her chair, leaning back with her hands braced against the seat of the chair next to hers. He skirt was still bunched up around her waist, her pubic hair was wet and matted and I could see that her vaginal lips were red and puffy.
I was fully erect and rock hard and moved toward her when she stopped me with a word.
"No," she said softly. "If we try to do anything else here we'll get caught for sure." She opened her eyes and smirked. "I'm a bit of a noisy fuck, as you could probably guess. If we get caught we'll both get fired, and we don't want that."
I smiled. "Well, I just want to thank you for some of the best sex I've ever had," I said.
Marcie chuckled as she reached for her panties. She got them over her feet and pulled them up to her knees before standing. She looked directly into my eyes as she drew them all the way up and then smoothed her skirt down over her thighs.
"We're not done for tonight, stud, not by a long shot," she said. "We'll discuss things after work."
I got a Marcie smile before she walked out of the screening room to check on the front desk. She left it up to me to rewind Deep Throat and put it away.
As I worked, I thought about how I'd gotten to this point. I had applied for a part-time campus job working a few nights in the A/V department before learning how difficult the work was for some people. Out of seven of us invited to a two-day training session, only two got hired to actually do the job.
The work itself involved delivering film projectors to classrooms with the film mounted, threaded and ready to play. We delivered other equipment as well, including slide projectors, filmstrip projectors and stereos, but film projectors were the most popular item and, as I learned, the most difficult for some people to use.
During the training, three of the other guys who had applied for the job simply couldn't figure out how to thread a film projector. I was stunned – I used to do this stuff in high school. At the end of two days, it was clear that a guy named Andy and I were the only ones in the group who would be working for the A/V department.
That was fine with me. Evening classes ran from 6 to 9; I clocked in at 5 and checked the list of required media and equipment for the evening. Usually I only had three or four to set up; five was a very busy night and that happened maybe twice that semester. Most nights I was done delivering equipment to classrooms by a quarter to six. That meant I could study for at least three solid hours.
One night I got bored and started checking things out around the department. Although most films shown by faculty were on loan from other libraries, we did have a small collection of some classic films. One of those was Citizen Kane. A good friend of mine was a huge fan of that film, so I asked Marcie if inviting someone in was accepted.
"Just don't invite a gang of people in here," she said with a frown. Marcie didn't really like student workers, and she had been cold to me since I started work there.
"Yeah, I was just going to see if one friend of mine would like to see Citizen Kane in the screening room," I told her. She shrugged.
So I set up the screening, my buddy showed up on the appointed night, and Marcie sat in the back of the room to watch with us. After my friend thanked us both and left, Marcie seemed a lot friendlier toward me. Apparently the way my friend and I behaved passed some sort of test she had in her mind.
Anyway, after I had retrieved all the hardware and media from classrooms the night of the Citizen Kane screening, Marcie came up to me with a smile and a bit of a twinkle in her eye.
"Did you know Curt has a copy of Deep Throat?" she asked. Curt was the department manager, meaning he was our boss.
"Uh, no I didn't know that," I replied. This new attitude from Marcie had me off balance.
"Yep!" she said. "It's a funny movie and I know where he hides it. Wanna watch it next week when you're working again?"
"Sure," I said.
"Good," Marcie replied. "It's a date!"
So that's how we came to be watching a '70s porno in a university basement room and engaging in illicit oral sex. I was a little shaky after our mutual orgasms, so it took me a little longer to retrieve equipment that night. Marcie seemed a bit irritated when I got back to the department.
"Took you long enough," she snapped. "It's not nice to keep a horny girl waiting."
I smiled. "Sorry Marcie," I said, "I guess I had a bit of a case of butter fingers."
"Yeah, well, wipe the butter off your fingers and let's get out of here," she said. "I've already closed the front desk and clocked you out. Where's your car?"
I opened the back door and she strode out ahead of me as I shut off the lights. I caught up to her and led her to my car. I don't remember which shitbox car I was driving at the time, but it had two features Marcie was looking for at that moment: four doors and a roomy back seat.
I drove us to the local lovers' lane, which was a lookout point on the lake located just five minutes from campus. As soon as I had the car in park, Marcie was out the front and getting into the back seat. I joined her and she pulled me into a searing hot kiss.
"God you got me all worked up in there," she gasped when she broke the kiss. "It's been one hell of a long time since anyone's licked my pussy like that."
She mashed her mouth back on mine and started exploring my mouth with her tongue. I joined in and toyed with her tongue as I could feel her hands on my pants. Once again she had my pants and briefs down in a flash. Both of her warm hands fondled my rock hard prick as I slid my hands up her thighs to play with her warm wet pussy.
Marcie broke off the kiss again. "Do you have any interest in seeing my tits?"
I couldn't help it; I broke out laughing. "Nobody has ever asked me that before, but you got me awfully distracted earlier," I told her. "Yes, I would love to see your tits."
Marcie quickly undid the row of buttons that ran down the middle of the front of her dress. For the first time, I noticed that the buttons ran from the collar of the dress all the way down to the hem. Marcie unbuttoned to the waist, then opened the front clasp on her bra, which was royal blue and lacy like her panties. I began to wonder if she had planned this evening ahead of time when I stopped thinking. Because there they were.
I sucked in some air as I stared. Marcie had perfect breasts. They were a perfect handful, which I quickly discovered by cupping them in my hands. They were unbelievably firm, jutting straight out from her chest. And they were capped by the smallest, pinkest nipples I've ever seen. Those nipples were hard as little pebbles.
I leaned forward and licked all around the right breast and moved over to lick all around the left, fondling with my hands while I worked my tongue around. I then latched onto the right nipple, sucking the bud and running my tongue around it. I moved over to the left nipple and repeated my action, following up with a little bite on the nipple.
"Oh yeah, baby, that's it," Marcie groaned. She was running her fingers through my hair as I worshipped her breasts.
I moved back to the right nip
ple and nibbled, getting another groan from Marcie as her hands left my head and wandered down to my groin. Both hands found my pole and fondled up and down its length.
"I wasn't kidding when I said you had me all worked up sweetie," Marcie said in between groans. "I don't need any more foreplay."
I decided to take her at her word. I moved my groin closer to hers as she lined up my penis with her target, and then I slid all the way in on the first stroke. Her pussy walls closed in tight and hot, feeling so slick it was like melted butter. I stayed there for a moment just enjoying the feeling of being in her hot wet vagina. Then I felt her hands moving onto my ass cheeks and grasping them. I pulled back and slammed back in.
"Oh baby, that's it," she moaned.
I got into a nice, easy pace and tried to move my prick around inside her pussy, trying to hit all her hot spots. I then moved up so I could grind on her clit as I was stroking in and out, and discovered Marcie liked that. A lot.
"Yeah, honey, just like that, oh my god!"
I started thrusting stronger as I reached down with my mouth to capture a nipple. I sucked and fucked in rhythm as Marcie got louder.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
She tightened her grip on my butt and pulled and pushed in time with my thrusts as she fucked me, thrusting her pelvis up at me.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
I let go of her nipple and focused on thrusting as deep as I could, moaning along with Marcie. We began fucking faster, thrusting harder, and we both started to spasm uncontrollably at the same time.
"Oh god, I'm coming!" she yelled as her body tensed. That's all it took – I shot off inside her as I pushed one last time and held myself as deep in her as I could. I felt my sperm shoot into her and drain my energy away at the same time.
I sagged on top of her as her hands released my cheeks and ran lightly up and down my back. We were both breathing heavily.
"Oh my god, Paul, that was amazing," she gasped. "Why the hell didn't you tell me you were such a great fuck?"
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