That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.
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The Panty Boy
It was a rainy summer, a long time ago, and it was my birthday on that day, so we decided to party in my place, and entertain my buddies, and have a good time. As I was there in my apartment, guests began to arrive, unhurried, though.
Perhaps this would be a good gathering, until last guest arrived. She was my girl friend named Blanca Guerrero, a Spanish, dressed elegantly in black tight pants and a blouse with horizontal stripes on it. She looked stunningly gorgeous like this! I wished I played grab-ass with this girl, clutching and touching -I thought.
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We all sat at the table, but I had to stand up to fetch some drinks. On my way back to my chair, I saw my friend Blanca bent over against the table, while I stared at her. I noticed for a split second her red panty, sneaking out of the pants, so I stood up instantaneously to look at her panty better, and consider her. She wore a red panty, kind of synthetic fabric. I finally, sat down again, to join the group.
I became too inquisitive since then, and wished to see Blanca's red panty again, so I never missed a chance to check if the panty still slipped out, gazing at her rear, and buble ass. Also I'd make sure she only was wearing that particular panty, the one she wore on my birthday's party, then realized, with dismay, it was not red, or my view was blocked. I thus was becoming obsessed, thoughtful, and only wished to lay a hand on the panty, to caress and feel it. I couldn't do anything about that, since it was obvious she'd refuse to give it me to keep if I ever dared to inquire.
Months later, I was having fun with friends on the week end, and bought beers. We picked them up at a nearby liquor store and started to drink on the way to our car, except were surprised by the sudden arrival of Blanca Guerrero's elder brother, who approached to us. He reasoned we all would be more comfortable if we went to his place to drink the beers, and gladly accepted. No one would bother us there, because his parents were gone today, as he pointed out. We drank a lot of beers here, and soon some buddies informed they wished to leave. It was at this moment, when my girl friend's brother offered some bedrooms available in case any of us wished to stay overnight.
It turned out to be a good idea, I thought, while imagined me looking for Blanca's red panty in the drawers, make my day. All of my friends refused the offer but me. They were on their way out while I headed for my car to park it in the garage. I was back in the apartment house and my girl friend's brother led the way to the bed room where I'd sleep. I doze until woke up in the darkness; all was silent around me, so I got up and left the bed room to get into the next door room. How convenient! It was Blanca Guerrero's bed room, so I began to search in her dressing table, until I came up to a drawer where she kept her underwear. I poked one hand, grabed a panty and took it out.
I couldn't see what I had in my hands in the dimness, so turned lights on to find out there was a lovely red panty clung to my hand. Bingo!! Most likely these weren't my panties, others would be here as well. I dug in the drawer for more until another pair showed up… black, yellow, and even beige. Convinced I had hit the right ones now, pulled the drawer close, and began an exhaustive search or exam: this turned to be of big style, reinforced at the tummy. Put it in my pocket, and headed for the garage to drive home.
It was almost dawn as I climbed in my bed and fell asleep soundly, with my clothes on. Perhaps I had slept for hours, and began to take off my jacket, and to strip off my clothes. Rolled up the panty around my shaft and began to jerk off vigorously, to cum in no time with a big spurt of cum load into the air. Guerrero's "thongs" are a gift and a tribute of her marvelous ass, the ideal girl to play bouncy-bouncy on me. She finally got married and moved to another city… until on one occasion kissed the panties away and watched how it was taken away by the garbage collector truck blended into my trash.
I never thought I’d have a new panty experience after so many years, as I now live in a village at Yucatan, a Mexican province. I've just turned to 57, married to a 43 yo. woman. But the “problem” here would be my sister in low. She lives with us in our apartment, a petite 27 yo., about 1.58 cms tall, with tits too small but still ok.
Since she's attending college in this city, she has already been two years in our house now. I get along pretty well with my sister in low, and we like to share together, rent movies or DVDs to watch them. We sometimes listen to music, except for the fact she doesn?t drink alcohol, so it's my turn to drink my beers on weekends by myself. We’ve stayed late, a lot of times, chatting or watching TV. I’ve declined to make any advances on her, and would rather consider this chick as my younger sister, a family mber, and I’m just courteous right from the start.
But this polite attitude stopped one day as my wife was assigned a different shift at work; my little sister in low had and examination at college on that day too, so she got up at 9:00 o'clock, took a shower and changed into clean clothes -dressed up. She had a brief breakfast and left for her institute, so I was now home alone.
I suddenly had to get off bed and went to piss, naked -it was summer time and too hot now. No problem to walk around the house naked, as no one would see me like this. It's normal, typical, for any male to have a hard on in the mornings, so I wasn?t surprised by my dick so hard, and got to the bath room, relieved to drain off. But caught sight of a large basket –it’s cover was gone- full of clothes for laundry. Just on the very top of this container, I spotted my sister in low's panties. No doubt she had just taken them off, and had worn them the day before. I had a feeling she tossed her panty at the basket, rolled up, as she took if off, stepped out of her panty, not being careful, in a casual manner. The inner part was folded inside out, half wet. I took them, unrolled, and took to my nostrils -to sniff and suddenly was invaded by that wonderful pussy scent, her marvelous little cunt smell.
My penis, which had been relaxed, slackened, to this moment, sprang up to life while I didn't give up smelling those thongs, so rich and delicious. A female aroma, womanhood odor had saturated her underwear. I was like in heaven, in cloud nine, holding her panty stuck to my nose, smelling the woman perfume. Besides, the underwear was still wet, as if Bertha -that was her name- had just taken them off a minute ago, so I run my tongue along the panty, feeling the flimsy fabric, and suddenly, at last, I could feel the sweet taste of a genuine pussy.
My dick was already too stiff, and obviously I wasn?t able to evade an urge to jerk off. I rolled the white panty around my stiffened rod and began to masturbate with Bertha in my mind, especially her small tits. It didn?t take long to ejaculate, with a big spurt, jet of cum load that landed on her panties, impregnating them with my cum. No way to wash them now, they’d catch me. I came up with an idea: to laundry one portion of clothes, say load it into the washing machine and pretending I didn?t see sneaked in the pack.
I was done with the laundry, took a shower, and got to Bertha’s bedroom to work with all the commotion in the drawers, trying to figure out where possibly she kept her clean panties -underwear, bra, etc. I looked in her closet and came to a drawer full of panties, an assortment, and collection of pieces, small, thongs, some with laces on it, others bigger, but different colors and texture. I spent a lot of time there, sniffing underwear, and again I was turned on by this sight. Only a few strokes on my rod were enough to cum on one of the pieces, spurting gallons of thick cum on one panty, which I washed afterwards. It was returned to its right place.
I’ve made a lot of more things with Bertha’s panties each time I see them in the laundry basket or in the clothes line where she puts them to dry. Looks like if I’m a vicious fetish, always doing this. I sometimes hit other panties, not hers, in the basket, but they won’t make me as hot as my sister in law’s mouth-watering small panties. Just call me “Panty Boy.” I like it. That gorgeous scent coming from panties drives me mad.
THE END
Sara's Surprise
Cousin Sara and friends educate a virgin
At the age of sixteen, I was, like many a virgin, shy and somewhat sullen. Unlike the vast majority of my friends, I had not found a love. Vivid memories of that time, of how others seemed less awkward, still haunt me now. It would be fair to say that sex was a complete mystery to me, but the summer of 1999 changed that forever.
It was July, summer was in full bloom and everyone appeared to be excessively happy, everyone except for me that was. I was physically immature and painfully self-conscious. As the days dragged by, I sunk deeper and deeper into youthful depression. All this was exaggerated by the news that my family’s traditional summer sojourn by the coast was to be cancelled, due to some unforeseen expenses. Then one Friday morning towards the end of July, my parents informed me that they had decided, on the spur of the moment, to go away for a long weekend, and that they were to leave that very evening. The news came as a surprise, which turned to shock when I discovered that I was to stay with my aunt, uncle and cousin, Sara, for the duration of my parents’ absence. I protested, but plans had been laid, and my plea went unheard. All this was compounded by the fact that my twin sister, Jenny, had got out of the situation by persuading my parents to let her stay with friends. Let me explain: I was not overly fond of these particular relations, in fact I detested them. My aunt was a complete snob, especially with regard to her darling daughter. Uncle Henry, in retrospect, wasn’t that bad, although he too doted far too heavily on Sara, never seeing her for the mischievous brat that she was. Sara, it must be said, brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘precocious’, she fair brimmed with self-confidence. Three days in the company of cousin Sara was, without exaggeration, a nauseating prospect. By five o’clock, on that Friday afternoon, having arrived and washed, I was taking tea with my aunt, and Sara. The mood over tea was sombre; I got the distinct impression that my presence was considered an imposition. Eventually, tea was over and I was told to go to my room and unpack. The room that was to be mine for the next few days was, beyond doubt, the most dreary I had ever seen, although in a strange way I felt happy in there; it matched my mood. After all, there is nothing worse than the juxtaposition of beauty and abomination. Outside, framed in a Gothic stained glass window, was a large oak tree which blocked out much of the sunlight, yet somehow razor shape shafts of brilliance beat their way into the room, dappling the solitary bed in shades of silver and gold. Once again, I looked around the room, and then began to wonder where I was to put my clothes, as there wasn't even a wardrobe to be seen. It was then that I became aware of someone stood behind me, it was Sara. So close was she that, as I turned, I could feel her warm breath upon my face. She told me that there was an empty draw under the bed in which I could store my belongings, and then offered to help me unpack. Before I had chance to refuse, she began to delve through my possessions, removing T-shirts, socks, trousers and, inevitably, several pairs of boxer shorts. I was really quite barrassed by this, and I think it showed on my face; especially when Sara said with a sly giggle "Now I've seen your boxers, I suppose you want to see my panties." I didn’t reply to her question, which made her laugh even more, but it started me thinking. After what seemed to be an eternity, the tension was broken by the sound of my aunt calling for us to come downstairs. At the foot of the stairs, my aunt told us that she had arranged a treat; we were going to the cinema for the evening. Soon, we were on our way. Sat in the back of the car with Sara, however, turned out to be a nightmare blend of erotic fear and exhilaration; sketched in twilight, she slid up close to me and proceeded to pinch the upper regions of my leg. But what could I do, or say? I just had to sit there and endure the torment. Angered my by lack of response, her playfulness soon turned to spite. Mercifully, the journey to the cinema was a short one. The film, I cannot even rber its name now, was less than enjoyable; most of the evening was spent worrying about what Sara had in mind next. In bed, that night, I began to think about Sara, about how she had developed since last seeing her two years before. She was about the same age as me, and I must say she had blossomed; her hair was light blonde and curled loosely in the shape of a bob, her lips pouted a moist blood red. But, most striking of all was the luminescence of her frosted, shattered ice, green eyes. At about 5’7, she was a few inches taller than I, her body was slender and her skin a creamy white; not unlike a china doll. What struck me most was the size of her breasts; they were now curvaceous and pert. The more I thought about her the more sexually excited I became. Yet, I knew that I should forbid such feelings, and so I closed my eyes to sleep.
At around dawn, I awoke with a start, to find Sara sat on the bed beside me. Immediately, realising that I was partly uncovered, I hastily pulled the sheets up under my chin. Sara smiled, and said "Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything." I lay there riveted by her gaze. Splinters of light, from the window behind, caught her curls, spitting bolts of colour, to form a halo about her face. She was wearing a long, pale blue, cotton, T-shirt; which just covered her thigh. I could not take my eyes off of her, and following the line of her smooth legs I could feel the first stirrings of an erection. Plucking up courage, I asked what she wanted. "Just to talk," she replied. Again, I fell silent, and wondered at the scene. By this time the tumescence of my erection had become conspicuous through the bedclothes, and this prompted Sara’s curiosity. In a haughty, but eloquent, tone she enquired, "Do you masturbate very often?" I could not believe her questions; in fact, I was completely dumb struck. "It’s all right, you can tell me. I do it," she continued eagerly. But still I remained quiet. Her next questions were even more unexpected, "Would you mind me watching you masturbate, or letting me do it for you?" and as she asked she placed her hand over my erection: stroking me through the sheets.
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By now I had become slightly more adventurous, and tentatively I reached forward to stroke Sara’s bare legs; I even asked if I could lift up her T-shirt to look underneath. But, suddenly, as my hand moved to her thigh, Sara got up and hurried towards the bedroom door, pausing for a second to say, "There’s no time this morning, but I’ll come early tomorrow and then we can do it properly."
My anticipation, throughout that Saturday, was unbelievable; each time I got close to Sara I became aroused. I think she noticed my excitement because whenever I looked at her she would wink a knowing wink. Slowly, the morning turned into afternoon. At about two o’clock, Sara went off for a riding lesson with some of her friends; leaving me in the company of my aunt. Being rather bored, I decided to go to my room and read for a while. I suppose I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I rber is waking up to the sound of Sara’s footsteps downstairs.
Jumping off the bed, I ran to greet her. What a sight she was, standing there in full riding gear. She beckoned me to follow into the cloakroom; which, I must admit, I was more than happy to do. Without a word, she removed her riding cap and placed it in the corner with her crop. Then, turning back to face me, she, hesitantly, began to unbutton her jacket; her delight in the excitement she caused was obvious. Having removed her jacket, she sat down and asked if I would help strip off her riding boots. Agreeing, I dropped to my knees in front of her and tugged at her feet until they were free from encumbrance. As I held her sock clad feet in my lap, she tantalised by rubing my crotch with her toes. Sara then proceeded to stand up and untuck her blouse; by now I was wondering whether I would, at last, get to see her sensuous naked flesh. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily as I knelt before her, while with a huge grin on her face, she pulled down her jodhpurs; discarding them, unceremoniously, along with the rest of her riding gear, whilst my eyes fixed firmly on the hem of her blouse. Unfortunately, her blouse was just long enough to cover her panties; so, as of yet, I could see nothing of what I yearned for. Then came the biggest tease, she reached under the hem of her blouse and slowly peeled her tiny, white panties down. I almost ejaculated as I watched the gusset invert and slide down between her inner thighs. Stepping out of her panties, leaving them in the middle of the room, she ran out of the door and towards her bedroom. I stood up to follow but was stopped in my tracks by the sound of my aunt approaching.
Finally, night swept the house and, climbing into bed, I contemplated what might happen. I couldn't sleep as I awaited the daylight. After what seemed like an age, I heard the bedroom door creak open and Sara creep in. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied.
Without further ado, I removed my pyjamas beneath the bedcovers and, grasping my penis, began to masturbate. After a while, Sara snatched the sheets away to reveal the sight. Looking at the delight on her face and taking hold of her hand, I asked if she would do it for me. But instead of taking me in her hand, she pulled out a digital camera from behind her back and quickly snapped a picture, before I had chance to cover myself. Then, with camera in hand, she leapt off the bed and rushed back to her room. I could hardly believe her cunning, I had been tricked by a master. What would she do next? That afternoon I was to find out exactly what she had planned.
For most of that Sunday morning I managed to successfully avoid Sara. But after lunch my worst fears started to become a reality when my aunt told me that she, and my uncle, were going out and would not be back until very late. The thought of spending the rest of the day, and the evening, alone with Sara was almost too much to bear. Fortunately, however, the news that Sara and I were to spend the time with my aunt’s neighbour made me feel slightly better. Safety in numbers, I thought. More fortunate too, was the fact that my aunt’s friend was the mother of one my best friends, and I’d known her for years. Cecile was kind and wonderful, as was her daughter, my friend Lucy. Lucy’s sister Juliet, on the other hand, wasn’t so great. After tea, my aunt walked Sara and I across the road and deposited us upon Cecile’s doorstep. Shrouded in the doorway arch, I rber feeling indignant, as my aunt bid me, and not Sara, to behave. The first few hours with Cecile passed without incident; Sara disappeared upstairs with Juliet while Cecile, Lucy and I watched television. In fact, I was very happy with the situation because I had had quite a crush on Lucy for some years. Although the same age as Sara the similarity ended there, for Lucy was warm, like her mother, and she had the most charming of mannerisms. Juliet, on the other hand, was, personality wise, the total opposite of Lucy; Juliet, at about a year older than Lucy, was far more like Sara.
My worries began to resurface when Cecile explained that she had to go out for the evening and would not be back until about midnight. I knew full well that Sara would seize the opportunity to humiliate me in front of the others. Nothing much happened initially, after Cecile left; except I kept hearing the odd giggle come from Sara and Juliet upstairs. Wondering what was going on, Lucy, eventually, got to her feet and said, “I’m going up to see what those two are laughing about”.
Of course, I knew just what the joke was. Hardly a second had seemed to pass before Lucy returned with the remnants of a grin visible in her eyes. She sat down beside me and said, simply, “Sara has a photo of you masturbating!” I didn’t know where to look or what to do, but to my amazement Lucy lent forward, put her arms around my neck, and, placed her soft lips to my cheek. As I sat there, motionless, Lucy moved her aqueous mouth onto mine and began to kiss me passionately. “Is he any good then Lucy?" came Juliet’s voice from the doorway. Lucy pulled away from me and we both turned to see Juliet and Sara enter the room. Things were about to hot up!
Before I had a chance to move, or say anything, Juliet pushed Lucy to one side while Sara jumped on me; I found myself pinned to the sofa. With Sara straddling me, and holding my hands above my head, Juliet grabed the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down around my ankles. “And now your boxers!” Juliet yelled with glee.
My attempts to break free of Sara’s grip were useless, and I gave in completely when she told me that if I struggled she would show that picture to everyone I knew, although to be honest I was already more than willing to do anything Sara and the others wanted. As I stopped struggling, I realised that Juliet was tugging at my underwear. Suddenly, as Juliet hooked the front of my boxers under my scrotum, I was exposed to the gaze of three pairs of very inquisitive eyes. Even Lucy, who I had thought to be my friend, was laughing at the sight. Soon I was on my feet and Sara was positioning herself directly in front of me. Moving her hands downward, she grasped the hemline of her loose, floral patterned, summer dress and began to raise it. I could not take my eyes off of her as the material of her panties came into view. Although, I protested, my rapidly growing penis did not agree, and by the look on her face Sara knew it. Then, letting go of her hemline, she turned her back to me. What happened next was beyond belief! Once again, Sara lifted her dress up to waist level and then bent forward. The sight of the scanty, tight, silky, cappuccino coloured panties stretched taught across the cleft of Sara’s bottom was incredible. By now I was hoping that I would be lucky enough to be brought to a climax. But nothing could have prepared me for what was to follow.
Sara, teasing, gradually moved backwards towards me, until her bottom was pressed against the underside of my erect, and quivering, penis. It was at this very moment that I realised that Sara was going to masturbate me against her bottom through the silk of her panties. The sensation, as Sara moved her bum up and down rhythmically, was tremendous. My phallus, sliding back and forth in the panty covered crevice, felt as if it would burst in orgasmic rapture. Within seconds I released a fountain of semen over Sara, but I didn’t want to stop. I clasped my hands around her waist and continued to rub my flagging erection against the smooth plump cheeks of her bottom. But Sara pulled away, wiped away my semen with her hand, and ran screaming from the room. I wondered if the experience was over. The feelings of dread and guilt that were beginning to wash over me were cut short by Juliet’s next words. “Come on Lucy, it’s your turn now,” Juliet yelled, as she reached under her sister’s skirt to ease her knickers down. Lucy looked nervous, but made no effort to resist Juliet, who by this time was undressing her: first her panties, then her blouse and white lace brassiere, and, finally, her skirt. At last Lucy was naked, although at that point I couldn’t see what I wanted because she had raised her right hand and left arm to hide her vulva and nipples, respectively. I held my breath for a second, and then slowly, without prompting, Lucy allowed her arms to drop. Never had I seen such a sight of beauty: she was tall, thin and naturally olive skinned; her flat chest made her look somewhat androgynous.
Lucy, trbling slightly, moved across the room and lowered herself, legs tightly closed, onto the centre cushion of the sofa. Then, peering up at me with her large chocolate eyes, she slid her bottom forward to the edge of the cushion, raised her feet up, and spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. As Lucy lay back on the sofa, she bent her knees and placed her feet on the cushions to either side of where she sat; this afforded me my first perfect view of her quim. Lucy had, what I can only describe as, a very delicate looking vulva; her tight, olive coloured, pouting outer lips, which concealed her inner glory, were clearly visible through a sparse covering of short golden pubic hair. I shuffled across the carpet, by now my pants as well as my trousers were around my ankles, until I stood opposite her. Again, I was becoming aroused, my penis expanding steadily as I flicked a glance from Lucy’s vulva to her eyes and then back.
“Let’s get you really hard again,” Juliet whispered, as she knelt down to the right of me. The touch of Juliet’s hand, sliding upward between my thighs and cupping my now tightening scrotum, made my flesh tingle. She gently squeezed and ticked my scrotum before closing her hand around the length of my twitching semi-erection. Pulling my foreskin back, Juliet moved her head forward and, with mouth wide open, began to lick the fresh, clear droplets of lubricating fluid from the tip of my penis. It did not take long before Juliet closed her lips around the ridge just behind the head of my mber and proceeded to suck, making loud slurping noises as she did so. What I enjoyed most was the delicious way in which she rubed her tongue all around, and especially underneath, the smooth, pulsating, bulbous head of my stiffening phallus. Sadly, however, Juliet had no intention of sucking me to an orgasm; she pulled away, leaving me just on the verge.
It was at this point that I became aware of Sara standing, naked, to the left of me. “Keep rubing him Sara,” Juliet commanded. Sara reached out her left hand and removed me from Juliet’s grip. With slow, deep, strokes she continued to excite me, and as she did so I watched her firm breasts bob up and down. Meanwhile, Juliet had directed her attention towards Lucy’s genitalia. Having rubed an index finger upwards along her vulva, Juliet dipped inside Lucy’s vagina and parted her swollen inner lips. Sara, who was still masturbating me, urged my penis forward until the tip made contact with the ballooning quim before me. Adjusting the angle of my penis with her hand, Sara began to ease its purple head between Lucy’s labia and into her vagina. Most of all, I rber how hot and tight she was, as I tried to push further in. In my desperation, and with the head of my penis sliding against Lucy’s glistening clitoris, I released three spurts of milky semen. Afterwards, I looked down to see my sperm trickle south over Lucy’s vulva and disappear into the crack of her bum. Stupidly, none of us had considered the risks of what we were doing.
Having just experienced a deuce of orgasms, all in the space of thirty minutes, I felt positively exhausted. So, now, from the upright position that I’d been in, I let myself fall forward into Lucy’s waiting arms and, laying over her, nuzzled into her neck, kissing it softly. Then, abruptly, as I listened to her pant for air, I realised that she was still highly aroused. With this realisation, I began to slide my way down her body, pausing to suck, kiss and lick at her tiny, hard, dark brown nipples. Moving onward, I licked, greedily, at her navel, and paid special attention to kissing her tender belly. As my chin stroked against the short, stubly, hair on Lucy’s mons Veneris, I could smell her hot, sweet, vaginal juices. Still on my knees, I placed the palms of my hands on the cheeks of Lucy’s bum (she still had her legs raised and spread wide); in this position it was easy to slip my thumbs between her lips and then part them to reveal the soaked inner lips of her vagina. The temptation to let my tongue glide over the entire length, from perineum to clitoris, of Lucy’s vulva was unbearable.
For a second, I was lost for what to do, but Lucy remedied the situation by taking hold of my left hand and yelling, “Rub me, rub me hard, like this.” With her hand, she directed two of my fingers onto her protruding clitoris and guided me to make small, circular, movements against it. Building up to a wild frenzy of speed, I watched as the tip of my forefinger disappeared under the moist hood of skin, which covered her bubling protrusion. Arching her back, Lucy squealed and, as she did so, forced my fingers up into her contracting vagina until they could go no further. Then, closing her legs tightly, my fingers still inside, she shuddered and subsided.
Feeling a clutching at my arm, I turned to be confronted by Juliet fluttering her eyelashes at me. “It’s time to get serious now, I want to feel you come inside me.” Pushing me onto the floor, Juliet straddled my naked body, and smiling down lifted her pink T-shirt to expose her bare, heaving, breasts to me for the first time. Juliet was as different from Lucy in looks as she was in personality. Unlike Lucy’s long fair hair, Juliet had short, wavy, ebony coloured locks. There was a difference in stature too: Juliet was shorter than Lucy, by about two inches, and had more flesh on her.
Soon, Juliet rose to her feet and dropped the purple, crushed velvet, pyjama bottoms that she wore. Apparently, she wasn’t very keen on underwear; wearing neither a bra, nor, as I could now see, a pair of knickers. And what a lovely sight, her pubic mound: covered, as it was, with thick, black, shiny hair. Sinking into a squat again, her bum resting on my knees, Juliet, with both hands, fondled my resurrected penis; which had sprung up between her thighs. Then, stretching my foreskin back, she held the shaft of my erect mber against the smooth pubic hair, which obscured her vulva. I thought, for one joyous moment, that she was going to pop me inside her, but she wanted something else first.
Quickly, she swung her right leg over me, turning one hundred and eighty degrees, and, parting her buttocks with her fingers, wriggled her bottom down onto my face. Seconds later, her tiny pink anus was squashed against my nose, while her gushing quim splayed open over my mouth. Probing into Juliet’s vagina with my tongue, rubing her clitoris with the soft, wet, inner side of my lower lip, I nibled at her labia. At the same time, Sara straddled me and, squatting on my stomach, reached back to caress the slippery head of my phallus. Then, after stroking her hand very delicately over my scrotum, she slowly inserted a finger into my anus. Not to be outdone by this, I lapped at Juliet’s vulva before moving my head back in order to circle the periphery of her anus with my tongue.
Now, I realised that there was another hand on my aching erection, it was Lucy. “What are you doing?” I heard Sara ask. There was no reply. Instead, Lucy proceeded to locate the head of my penis against Sara’s anus. Sara, to help with this insertion, lent back; and I could feel her stretch open to swallow me. But as I began to enter her, there was a turn of a key in the front door. Cecile was home, and a new adventure was about to begin.
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Summer holiday education
A bond gets stronger
Summer holidays have come around “HOORAY” I get to spend two weeks with my Grand parents in their home near the beech.
I had already packed my bags a week ago, so as soon as I got home on my last day of lessons I ran straight upstairs and undressed jumped into the shower and waited for my Grandpa to arrive to collect me.
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I have always had a close special relationship with my grandparents and they always made me feel special as I was their only grandson, they did have 4 granddaughters though aswell from my aunts and uncles.
Grandpa arrived at 5:30pm we had the usual hugs and then my mom and dad (Grandpa’s son) all sat at the table drinking tea catching up.
It was time to go and my case was put in the boot of grandpa’s car, I kissed mom and dad goodbye and climbed into the front seat next to Grandpa.
Along the way we chatted about how things was going with my studies etc, when Grandpa asked me “and how about boyfriends or girlfriends?”
“I don’t have either, why do you ask?”
“Just curious, last time we spoke you said about how you had been feeling sexually towards both sexes and just wondered if you had experimented at all to find any answers, sorry if I am being to nosy” he chuckled
“I don’t mind you asking at all Grandpa, yes I was and still am very curious and yes I have actually experimented with boys and girls and although I enjoyed both I’m still not really sure, I have seen a few magazines and get excited at seeing nice cocks as much as I do seeing various pussies, but seeing the boys cocks I have played with did not have the same attraction for me as the ones on the men in the pictures”
“If I may ask what exactly have you tried?” he enquired
“Grandpa!!” I replied in a slightly raised barrassed voice
As I said before we have a close relationship but I have never spoken about sexual things with anyone other than a few friends I knew I could trust.
“Sorry Tim, I was just wondering so I can see if I can help you at all anyway I can, I have had some life experiences of my own you know” again he chuckled
I did not pay much attention to everything he had just said so only responded to part of it.
“Well, I have erm looked at, held & stroked a cock other than my own and I have felt the outside and inside of a girls pussy with my fingers” I half mumbled, now beginning to blush.
“Oh is that all?” he laughed “you have not tasted either or tried more?”
“Not sure what you mean by more, but no I have not tasted either, did not even know people do that” now feeling silly as well as blushing
By now our journey was almost over and I could see the sea in the near distance.
“I see you still have a lot to learn Tim but don’t worry I’m sure we can help” he winked and patted my leg
“What or who do you mean WE?”
“Me and Granma, your dad and others”
“Jeeze don’t tell anyone Grandpa please I’ll die from barrassment” I quickly replied
We pulled onto the driveway and grandma was standing in the door way to greet us, I ran from the car hurried up to her and cuddled firmly, she rested her hand on my head planted a kiss in the same place.
“Hello my darling, how was the journey?” she asked
“Hello, it was fine thanks” said i
“I think I may have barrassed him a little Ma” said Grandpa
“And how did you do that?” asked Granma
We moved inside the house where to my disbelief grandpa told the whole car journey story, I began to blush again.
“Aww don’t worry sweetie, we all start somewhere.” Replied grandma, who cuddled me into her bosom.
This actually excited me a little.
The rest of the day was spent talking about the family and what had been happening, after supper I took a shower and sat in the living room with grandpa in my dressing gown to watch some TV, grandma had gone off to bed.
Grandpa brought the conversation back to the one we had in the car, “do you think you will try experimenting again?”
“I think so, as I am really not sure but I don’t think it will be with the same boy as I said earlier it did not excite me in the same way as the pictures I have seen”
“Have you seen any movies showing sex between people” he asked
I knew he meant porn films and told him I had seen one once but the picture quality was really poor.
Grandpa got up went to a cupboard on the wall near the TV and removed a DVD, put the disc into the machine.
“Here watch this a while, I’m going to take a shower so you wont be barrassed”
With that he pressed the play button and left the room, I could not believe it on the screen was a group of men and women all naked having sex, ok so I could have just said an orgy but then I would have lost two lines of my story.
The scene focused on two men standing facing each other holding each others cocks and stroking them, then one guy dropped to his knees and put the other mans cock in his mouth and began moving his head back and forth.
I felt my own cock begin to stir under my dressing gown, looking around quickly to make sure no one was watching I began to masturbate myself allowing my gown to fall open.
On the screen now was a man and woman in a 69 position and the screen zoomed in on the mans tongue lapping at the woman’s trimmed pussy.
I was blissfully Wanking my cock now totally ignorant to my surroundings only what was on the TV when I heard
“Mmm I see that’s having some effect on you then”
It was Grandpa he stood in the room in his dressing gown, I tried to cover my cock but just made an awkward situation worse.
“Don’t worry Tim it’s natural I do it all the time when me and Ma watch these films” he said taking a seat in his comfy chair.
“Grandma watches these too?” I responded; trying to still hide my cock that was still hard.
“Yeah of course, like I said in the car I have had a few life experiences of my own and so as your Granma, besides I’ll probably start playing with myself while we watch, if you don’t mind that is” he said
Blushing and not really sure what to say or do I simply said “I don’t mind”
I turned back to the TV the camera was back on the two men only this time they had swapped places and I could see the cock being sucked very clearly and my cock was twitching again, I kept my hands still even though I desperately wanted to play with myself.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Grandpa was playing with his cock though I could not see it, he then stood up and said that his gown was in the way and removed it.
I looked at him and saw his cock for the 1 st time, my cock twitched again his cock had the same effect on me as the ones on screen or in the pictures I had seen much better than my friends cock did.
He sat back down and continued to rub his cock.
“Please Tim do not be barrassed we both have the same and we both obviously enjoy this film, if you want to wank please do” he said in a low warm reassuring way.
I said nothing but looked back to the TV wondering should I or shouldn’t I, then thinking that what was there to worried about grandpa was doing it to his anyway.
So again I took my cock in my hand and allowed my gown to fall open, I stroked my cock up and down it felt so nice, then I stood up and took my gown off.
“That’s a nice cock you have, you should be quite proud of it” Said grandpa
“Err thanks, I think” is all I could stumble out
“No I mean it looks very nice and very hard aswell, your friend was a fool not to have sucked it like those guys on screen are”
“Grandpa, I think you enjoy teasing me” I said as I sat back down
“I’m not teasing you, I would have sucked it if I had been him”
“Really have you ever sucked a cock before?” curiosity had taken over now
“Yes me and Ma are both Bisexual Tim and have been for many many years, we used to have sex parties like the one on here but that’s another story”
“How would you like me to suck your cock for you Tim” he asked
“I’m not sure, I feel nervous”
“Ok what if I start to suck you and if you don’t like it I will stop and that will be the end of it, but at least you will know if you like it or not.”
I was feeling very horny and I did want to experience what it would be like and why not with someone I already had a special bond with.
“Err ok yes please Grandpa, I would like that”
He arose to his feet his own hard cock bouncing around in front of him as he walked towards me, I rber thinking how nice it looked and I wanted to feel it, but I just sat there as he knelt on the floor by me.
He placed his hand around my cock
“Mmm” escaped from my lips as he did so
“If you like that you’ll love this” he smiled up at me
He then lowered his mouth down and licked the tip of my cock which was oozing some juices already then lowered his head even further down over my shaft.
“Mmm”
“Mmm indeed you taste so good and your juice is very nice, I can’t wait to taste your whole load” grandpa said looking up into my eyes.
He continued to suck up and down my cock until I bucked and felt my sperm racing up along my thick vein.
“I’m gonna cum”
“Good let it go in my mouth Tim it’s ok I love it”
Well it was a good job he did because right at that very moment my cock erupted in grandpa’s mouth, it was the most amazing feeling I have ever had from my body, it was like the feeling you get when you know your about to get a huge surprise and butterflies start in your tummy only this was better.
He finished sucking and licking my cock clean then sat back on his haunches looked at me
“Well I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did”
“Oh yes grandpa I did, it was wonderful, can we do it again sometime please” I said excitedly
“Of course we can, and I’ll let you into a little secret your dad enjoyed it just as much the 1 st time I sucked his cock many years ago.
“You have sucked dads cock?”
“Yes me and Ma have since he was in his teens and we still do sometimes, he also likes sucking my cock”
“WOW, maybe I could try sucking your cock next time then?”
“Yes I would like that”
“And do you think grandma will join us too like she did with dad?”
“I know she would love to, infact” he then looked towards the front room door
“Come in Ma tell him yourself”
I was shocked to see grandma walk into the room naked, she had been watching from the door all the time, she had a huge grin on her face
“Oh Tim what I just saw was beautiful and yes I would love us all to have some fun together” she said joyfully.
Well that will be another story but for now have fun cum lots and please leave any comments.
I Love A Grey Mouse
Fitness club frolic with small chested babe
A good three years ago I joined one of these fitness clubs in order to shape up a little and get rid of the start of a slight paunch and put a little muscle on my legs. I was in for a surprise as quite contrary to my expectations I liked the training sessions right from the start. That?s why I have been doing this very regularly and today I can feel it in my bones and muscles and I can see it in the mirror that it has done me a world of good. What?s even more, it has changed my outlook on life and it has given me an acute and very pleasant consciousness of my body and it?s needs.
But that is not what I was going to tell you about, I am just trying to set the scene. This fitness club has a wonderful set of saunas, whirlpools, steambaths etc. and on the roof top it sports a huge beautiful swimming pool that extends partly to an outdoors roof terrace. To take a shower after the training and to dive into that pool that is always nearly empty when I go in the morning gives you a sense of pure luxury. On top of that the whole sauna- and pool area is visited by all the guests in the nude which creates an atmosphere of nice and easygoing leisure and freedom.
One morning I got to talking to a lady in her mid thirties who seemed very nice. While we talked standing up shoulder deep in the warm transparent water the peculiarity of that situation got to me - I stood no more than two feet from a lady I had just met and we were both stark naked. The thought provoked an immediate erection which she could have noticed in the transparent water had she looked down at me. I turned a bit to the wall of the pool hoping that she wouldn?t notice it. When she said goodbye I watched her swimming to the steps and from where I stood I had a good view of her as she climbed up the steps on to the platform where she tried to reach for her bathing slippers with her feet. She really was a sight to behold. She was rather slim with very small breasts but quite prominent brown nipples over small dark aureoles. Her hips were beautifully rounded and she had long perfectly shaped legs; where they met I could see a very pronounced mound which was crowned by a small tuft of dark pubic hair. In angling with her foot for one of her slippers she lost her balance for a short moment and had to grab for the handrail. That?s when I had the most beautiful glimpse. Standing on that platform she had a huge sunlit window behind her and my eye level was nearly exactly in line with her crotch. In her efforts to reach her slippers she had spread her legs a little bit and against the brightly lit window behind her I saw two well-developed, totally hairless pussy lips which tapered backwards and curved to meet her buttocks of which I also saw a short curving in the counter light. When she turned round she had the most perfect apple-shaped behind I have ever seen.
A little later we met again at the pool restaurant where we shared a table, now both demurely clad in our bath robes. We talked animatedly and she seemed to be quite drawn to me. With my estimated 20 years senior to her it looked as if she developed some confidence towards me and she started to tell me about her problem of finding a partner. It appeared that at the age of 36 she had had few and brief experiences of partnership only. The reason she gave was that obviously nobody wanted to look at what she called some "grey mouse". At that I started to protest and I told her that I found her to be very sweet and attractive. She said: "Attractive ? - Me ? .... skinny as I am, flat-chested and with that plain face?" But I could also see that some colour had risen to her cheeks which turned into a deep blushing on what I had to say: "Listen, my dear, when I look at you I see a sweet face with bright eyes with little sad lines around the mouth; and when I looked at your body up there on that platform at the pool I was simply delighted by what I saw, a delicate body with long shapely legs and a flat stomach, with round hips and a beautiful ass, with small breasts but very promising nipples. And I also noticed that you are shaved down there which shows you care about yourself and you have some idea about how you want to appear - sorry to be so descriptive but I did get a good look at you and I certainly enjoyed it!" At that she had to swallow hard and then she whispered, blushing even more if that were possible: "I am not shaved, it?s natural. I have very little body hair, in fact just a little fluff in my armpits and that little tuft on my .... down there!". "Lucky you," I sighed, and that broke the ice. We both laughed at each other and she gripped my hand and said: "I am going into one of the whirlpools, come join me!" and with that we left the restaurant and went down to the whirlpools.
The one I liked best, because it has the strongest jets was quiet right now and nobody was in it. So we draped our bathrobes on the rack and went in at which the jets promptly started. When I asked her how she was getting along with herself without a partner she first gave me a look of puzzlement but then she understood and smiled. She seemed to give herself a little push and said: "I?ll show you." With that she went on her knees and turned to the wall where she seemed to search something. When she had found it she turned her face to me and smiled triumphantly. She had positioned her crotch so that one of the jets was directed at her pussy and I could imagine how a pulsating stream of water was parting her pussy lips massaging her clit. Very soon she had a look of rapt attention and sucked in her underlip and when she started to moan softly I boldly cupped her ass with one hand and with the other I caressed her nipples which had grown to enormous size and hardness. When her orgasm hit her she convulsed in my arms and I held her tenderly while she rode it out. She had unconsciously grapped for my cock which gave me a delicious thrill. Now she blushed again, let go of my cock and said "Thank you!". "My pleasure" I said, and "so, you masturbate!". Again that characteristic hard swallowing before she said "Yes, what else can I do?". I told her "for a change, you could ask me to share your pleasure or you could ask me for some cunnilingus." "What is that?" she asked and I couldn?t detect any sign that she was leading me on. So I looked straight at her and said in a soft voice but very matter-of-factly: "That?s when I explore every nook and cranny of your pussy with my tongue!" At that she gulped again but she screw up her courage enough to say in a faintly wavering voice: "Oh, do people really do that?" to which I lied: "I don?t know about other people but I would indeed like to do that to you - among other nice things!" She gave me a long searching look and seemed to debate something with herself. Again she gave herself that little push I had noticed before and said: "I would like to persue this a little further but perhaps we could go somewhere else for more privacy?" I agreed and we each went to our locker rooms to dress and meet in the loby. When I showered again my cock was half erected and silvery threads of pre-cum from my earlier excitement dangled from it with each bobing. I washed carefully and after drying off I treated the glans and prepuce to some thorough massage with a good skin lotion. I wanted my cock to look nice and the foreskin to form a thick smooth collar behind the glans when she next looked at it.
When we met in the loby she told me that she lives in ten minutes walking distance and she invited me "for a coffee" to her flat. Nothing could suit me better and so we picked up my car and were in her flat in no time at all. As I didn?t want to spoil anything, and because she really was a dear I tried not to be rash and had she sent me on my way after coffee I would have gone, knowing that we will meet again. Her flat was a two room affair with a nice kitchen. She made it a point to tell me which is the bathroom and I had the feeling that she wanted me to go in there and have a look. That?s what I promptly did and I really had to whistle in my surprise. Her bathroom was real big with a huge washstand and a nearly wall-to-wall mirror with integrated lighting. The bathtub was a big halfround affair in a corner and it had various fittings and jet nozzles so I could imagine that this was not just a bath tub to get clean in. There was a glass-encased shower cubicle in the other corner and the WC behind some half wall. The fittings and tiles were all in good taste and it was evident that most of the money for this flat had gone into this room.
I washed my hands and when I joined her I complimented her on that wonderful bathroom. She seemed very pleased and I said in an off-hand way: "I can also see that you do not have to rely on the whirlpools in the fitness club for your .... recreation". On that she giggled in the most charming way before she clapped her hand on her mouth. Over coffee we made small talk but somehow it all circled around themes of love and romance and her fate of being without a partner. Once I unconsciously touched her hand at which she jumped but then she smiled and said: "I?m sorry, I didn?t want to react that way but your touch was like a little explosion to me - but a pleasant one", and with that she took my hand in hers and rubed my palm with her fingers. When she continued blaming her plainness for her problem I told her: "Listen, I have a good mind to take you by your ears in front of that magnificant mirror in your bathroom and point out your beauties to yourself!". This little inward push that seemed her sign of making up her mind came again and she said "Yes, why don?t we?". She got up, took off her shoes and socks and I did the same. Instead of me taking her by the ears she took me by the hand and we went into the bathroom.
When she saw us together in full length in that mirror she reached for the light switch and dimmed the lights to the lowest level; the room was practically semi-dark and she said that she had to get used first to seeing somebody else with her in that mirror. Then she took off her jeans and the light sweater she was wearing and she stood in sheer white panties of that loose fitting French type with some lace trimmings. She was not wearing a bra but some tight fitting bustier of soft material that showed the small bulge of her breast with her nipples again well-defined through the thin cloth. She gave me an enquiring look and even in that semi-darkness I could see that she was blushing. I said "I think we need to go a little bit farther than that - will it help you if I also .... ?" At that she nodded and watched while I took of my pants and shirt and stood in my small and tight-fitting wine-red briefs that clearly showed a good bulge in front already. What happened then was quite a surprise for me. She came close, braced me and planted a short firm kiss on my lips before she turned away again and pulled her bustier with one swift motion over her head. She hesitated a split second, then gave an involutary shrug and calmly pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Before I could say anything she turned again to me and simply stripped my briefs off my loins so that I could only step out of them. "Now we are even" she said "and you can tell me what you see!".
I reached for the light switch and undimmed the lights. Stepping behind her I looked over her shoulder into the mirror while, for now, being careful that my fully erect mber would not touch her. I put my hands on her hips and slowly stroked them up and down and in circular motions toward her stomach. Slowly I widened the circles and she let it happen and enjoyed the sensation of that soft massage. "Look what fine specimen of a girl you are" I said, "with a flat tummy slightly rounded only and with the most adorable dimple for a navel; and look at that narrow waist from which your hips flare out in a generous curve, surprising in somebody of that overall slimness, but that?s thanks to your beautiful little ass", and with a deft motion I turned her sideways so we could see her in profile. I placed my right hand on her belly and with my left hand I stroked down her back following the inward and outward curves of waist and buttocks. "See that wonderful line" I said, "It?s something to die for, and you think you are not attractive?"
When I resumed my circular stroking motions I included her little breasts and she started to shiver a bit but from her face in the mirror I could see that she was enjoying this with mounting pleasure. Now I said: "Look at your sweet little titties, how they seem to really bulge out now, and your wonderful nipples - what size and colour they have aquired now. I guess when you are fully aroused they will be hard as marbles and wonderful to tongue". With that I slowly and delicately let my fingers pass one after the other over her big nipples causing them to get still bigger and harder. Her shivering had increased a bit more and I stepped closer to brace her from behind which pressed my cock right alongside the cleft between her buttocks. She did not mind at all, on the contrary she leaned back and made small bumping motions with her hips against me. Her face was flushed and she watched us intently in the mirror. When she turned her face to look back at me I pressed my mouth onto hers and when I opened my lips and let my tongue slide delicately over her lips I was instantly met by her tongue and felt that wonderfully rough surface exploring my lips and tongue. Our kiss seemed to last endlessly and all the while I massaged with gentle pressure her breasts and felt her nipples grow to their final size and hardness. When we stopped kissing we smiled at each other in the mirror and giving a playful little push to her breasts I said: "See what I mean? Yours are the most wonderfully expressive titties I have ever seen. Your nipples are huge and it?s sheer delight to look at them and touch them." At that she turned round, gave me a long lingering kiss that sent a fresh wave of heat through our bodies and souls, then she turned finally round, came into my arms and pressing against me, clasping my buttocks with both hands she whispered: "Let?s go to the bedroom". I put my arm around her and when we walked to the bedroom we felt our hips move under our hands and we both relished to feel that little swaying of our buttocks.
The shades in her bedroom were drawn but they were cream coloured and the daylight was barely dimmed. When we entered the room I lifted her off her feet and placed her gently on her french bed which was covered by a soft blanket. I got to my knees beside the bed and kissed her languidly on the mouth. She replied my kiss with open mouth and darting tongue and we engaged in an intense tongue play that put us both soon on a level of delicious excitement. Then kissing her throat and shoulders all the way down to her chest I eventually put my mouth on one nipple while caressing her other breast with my cupped hand. And she cradled my head in her arms sighing a soft moan of contentment and stroked my head and shoulders. I let my tongue brush slowly and with some pressure over that surprisingly big nipple savouring the taste and texture of it. Her stroking of my head and shoulders became more intense and I played her bud now with quick tongue brushings alternating with rolling my tongue around it and letting it deftly flick over the edge of my tongue. Her nipple seemed to grow in my mouth and it felt as if it had a life, and an urge by itself.
Her breathing with little moans got faster and more intense and her whole body seemed to tense and become increasingly restless. As always, I enjoyed these signs of mounting excitement immensely and I could feel in myself already that familiar wave of excitement which tells me that I am on a near identical rhythm with this sweet woman I was caressing. I have often thought about that curious way in which the increasing excitement of my partner in love sparks and increases my own lust. When I changed places with mouth and hand to give the other nipple it?s due she dug her fingers - with short nails as I was to appreciate a bit later - into my back and on my first tongue strokes she let out a long shuddering sigh. My free hand quickly stroked down her stomach and settled on her fleshy mons with that endearing tuft of dark hair and I began to knead it with thumb and fingers alternating between soft stroking and firm pressure. She responded to that with opening her legs widely; she planted her feet flat on the bed and lifted her hips to meet my stroking, caressing, kneading hand and now she whispered between breaths: "Show me your cunni thing, please!".
In one quick motion I kneeled on the bed between her legs, reached under her buttocks and lifted her hips clean off the bed so that she came to rest with them against my chest with her back supported by my thighs and when she opened her eyes wide in surprise my fingers were already deftly stroking her nipples and she looked into my smiling face framed between her thighs and her whole pussy area just below my face. She smiled back at me and said: "Oh, how nice and comfortable!". And that is exactly what it was - comfortable both for her and for me. She practically rested on her shoulders but was supported against my body and for me it was easy to balance against that slender beautiful body of hers. Now she was watching with great intent while I put my mouth to her mons venus which I started to work on with firm tongue pressure, or putting my opened mouth completely over it sucking in strongly as if I was going to swallow it. In between I let my mouth go to one side and licked the inguinal area, that sweet fold between thighs and abdomen which at her had a very soft, silky skin through which my tongue could feel the blood pulsating in that strong vein running underneath it. I alternated now between left side, mons and right side with strong tongue movements, lip kneadings and suckings and all the while I could look into her face and watch how the excitement started to wash over it, again shortening her breathing with soft moans. I let my mouth wander to the uppermost part of her inner thigh and my tongue ran from there below her pussy over the dam - that short area of skin between the pussy lips and her anus - to the other thigh and her breathing and moaning increased audibly while she spread her legs even more and tried to push her lower parts closer to my mouth. Now I concentrated my tongue play there and gave her strong brushings from the anus to the lower ends of her pussy lips. Her excitement increased still more and she said something but wasn?t quite coherent anymore. Her eyes had started to glaze over and her face was contorted into a mask of agony - but her body movement spoke different; she was rocking her hips on my chest and little whimperings came from her mouth. Now I put my mouth to her pussy and let my tongue loose on the outer labia which on a first tongue thrust parted and revealed her inner labia which were fleshy, dark red and only little wrinkled. As my tongue rapidly and with strong pressure roamed her inner pussy lips up and down, in and out her whimperings got louder, her panting was frantic now and with a strong movement of arms and shoulders she pushed her pussy even more into my mouth. Eventually I put my tongue directly on her clit which now felt big and fleshy and I circled it with my tongue and rubed over it and when I rolled my tongue into a little sheath and encircled her clit with it she went absolutely wild. Her moaning got louder and her breathing was now a series of quick short gasps interspersed with little cries. Her body writhed very strongly and I had to get a better grip on her hips. In releasing her breasts I feasted my eyes on her enormous nipples that were dark red and stood like big beans on her small breasts; the aureoles had darkened and bulged out. I got her buttocks into a firm grip and started to suck in her clitoris so I could chew it with my lips at which she let out a series of screams which then slowly died away to small whimpers and sighings while a wonderful sex flush of crimson colour quickly spread over her whole upper body.
She couldn?t see my mouth as it was still buried in her pussy but I smiled at her with my eyes and she smiled back and I simply loved that girl. She was so sweet and helpless in the grip of her orgasm and I felt an immense nearness to her, much more even than my tongue in her vulva could signify. A strong wish to please her, to care for her came over me and I continued working with tongue and lips on her pussy and clitoris. When she realized that more was to come she gave me a broad grin of happy anticipation which turned to questioning big eyes when suddenly my own orgasm hit me and let me grip her even firmer while I ejaculated a strong hot stream against her back. After a moment of sinking spirit I realized that I could now go on as my feeling of acute love and tenderness got even stronger and I knew that there was a long time to go yet for my next climax, long enough to lift my love to several further orgasms if she was ready for it.
I resumed my tongue play and after lifting her hips yet a bit higher for better access to her clit I put my hands again on her breasts and passed my fingers over her nipples, twisted them tenderly between thumb and forefinger and my tongue now again roamed her pussy lips and tried to get as far into her as it could reach. She gripped my hand and kissed it and sucked my fingers and watched what she could see of my face again with mounting pleasure. Soon I was back with my tongue on her clit and now it was much quicker that she started to gasp and whine and scream. This time I didn?t have to watch myself as a new climax for me was a long time off, so I could concentrate entirely on her reactions and I tried to make the approaching next orgasm to last as long as possible for her. When it came it was a lot more intense than the first time and it lasted much longer and this time she let really go with screaming and writhing. At it?s peak she gripped my head firmly between her thighs and a stream of ejaculation came into my mouth and changed the way she tasted from slightly bitter to lightly acid or even sweet. The amount of liquid she produced was enormous. My face, breast and shoulders were drenched same as her ass and back and the bed. While she recovered I kept licking her pussy. She said: "I?m sorry, I think I peed on you", and I took my mouth from her sweet pussy and told her: "No, you didn?t - you just had your first ejaculation. Now don?t worry, just concentrate on that wonderful feeling you have and try to loosen up more when it comes again shortly".
And off we went again. I just couldn?t get enough of her pussy, her nipples her contorting face and her ever changing ways of expressing her pleasure and lust and she didn?t seem to get enough of my tongue at her pussy, her anus, her clit and my hands deftly stroking and kneading her breasts, her nipples, her thighs and buttocks. This time she was very quick to climax and she was ejaculating again and her screams of lust seemed like sweet singing to me. When her orgasm started to subside I made an enormous effort with very quick and strong tongue brushings on her clit and finally I sucked it into my mouth that I thought I might hurt her. But if it did she didn?t seem to feel it because she had another orgasm before she had come down from the very last one and to me it seemed endless although it may not have lasted more than half a minute. Then she gasped, "Let me go, please", and I released her on to the drenched bed. She reached for my arms and pulled me down onto her where she kissed me long and deep exploring my lips and mouth with her tongue. She licked my whole face and ears and finally she pushed me onto my back with surprising strenght, crawled on to my chest facing away from me and took my cock into her mouth, licking the glans, playing with her tongue around the foreskin that had rolled into a thick roll behind the glans and let her fingers deftly but without hurting me play with my balls. All the while I had that sweetest of pussies directly before my eyes, hairless, pink with outer labia fully opened and inner labia engorged and red, pulsing with life and lust. Between them her thick fleshy clit with it?s tip protruding very visibly from the hood. Her pussy looked to me like the most beautiful flower, moving and quivering with the movements of her ass. Now I gripped that whole flower in my hand, squeezed it tenderly, and gave it a little pull. At that she looked round at me and I said "Let me put my cock into your pussy, and please, stay on top and take as much time as you want". She turned round to face me on her knees between my legs. She took hold of my cock with one hand and rubing some of my precum to my glans she pulled back the foreskin entirely, put her index finger on to the glans and carefully swished back the foreskin over the glans so that her finger was halfway covered by it. That?s when I was glad about her short clipped fingernails. Now she grabed my foreskin between thumb on the outside and index finger on the inside and started gently first to shake my cock which caused a very pleasant sensation on the glans and along the shaft right down to the base. She laughed at me and said: "When I saw that thick roll of foreskin I had wanted to do that right away, it feels wonderful as if my finger is a part of your cock", and with that she gave it a series of very fast and strong shakes that sent waves of pleasure through my whole lower body. My penis has always been a point of pondering for me. Not that it gives me any problem to perform - on the contrary, I seem to be prepared all too often. But then, it isn?t too big, rather average I would think with a good sized glans though, and a complete foreskin that normally covers it fully and opens up a little bit only when fully erected. But this fleshy foreskin is very flexible and I can easily retract it to free the glans completely; when it is left that way it forms a thick collar right behind the glans and I think that my partners usually enjoy that little extra padding quite a lot. But my cock has another little peculiarity - it has a fairly sharp bend upwards a short distance away from the base. When I stand upright an erection on me won?t be at a right angle or similar as it would normally befit a man of my age; it would be sharp upwards and bending so that it is nearly parallel to my abdomen. It does not hurt or give me any other problem but it looks unusual and seems to be the result of something called Peyronie. That, I guess, is the main reason for me to be concerned about my cock. But soon after it had developed in this way, a couple of years go, I learned that it is a great G-spot teaser and any woman with a strong susceptibility in that area will find that out right after my cock has entered her, especially when she is on top of me in an upright position.
None of my partners yet had used my foreskin to shake my cock by the ears, so to say. We both laughed and enjoyed the pleasant sensation this little playfulness gave us. But then play seemed to be over and even in this situation she gave herself that little inward push that I have come to love so much. With a sweet serious expression on her face she straddled me, gripped my "resisting" cock with a ring grip around the base and set the tip against her pussy. There she brushed it back and forth between her inner labia for a long time as if hesitating to "eat" it. She moved her hips back- and forward and from her face and the way she handled my cock I could see how much she enjoyed to be the active part. I wanted her to keep the initiative and I enjoyed the obvious pleasure she took in her game. She concentrated completely on what she was doing only giving me a little smile of triumph sometimes for which I could have kissed her. Then - little push again - she slowly sank on to my cock relishing every millimeter. All the while she made some slow hip movements to accommodate the bent shape of my cock and from her face I saw how she felt her way with her pussy around it until it was all in. Her face had expressed so many feelings during that process that I felt this sight alone was worth anything and it added to my immense pleasure and arousal.
I had put my feet flat on the bed so that my love could find some support with her arms. Now she nearly sat on me with my cock inside her and for some time we both didn?t move at all. We smiled at each other and enjoyed our intimacy, our exhaustion and our nearness. Then I concentrated on my lower region and sent a strong muscle contraction to my cock. Her hips seemed to rock forward, her eyes opened wide and a little scream of surprise came from her opened lips. I smiled sweetly and she said: "Can you do that again, please?" I gave her one more "shrug" to which she responded with an even brighter smile and with a quite strong contraction of her pussy which sent a jolt of pleasure up my body right to the brain. So, without any other movements we engaged in a contest of muscle contractions. Each of my cock movements was answered by a pussy squeeze. After some time we were both moving our genitals in a very quick rhythm and while I could feel my excitement rise I was far from climaxing whereas she took the full force of my penis movements fortified by that penis bend straight at her G-spot. It was a breathtaking sight to see her towering upright on top of me with those tiny dark-tipped breasts on which her now huge nipples were even more prominent, a sexflush covering her body, now glistening with sweat, her face contorted into that expression of agony that I knew so well.
