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Finally, Elena said, “Okay, you can do it now!” Once more, I mustered all my
energy and started pounding into her. Just as I was about to come, she stuck
her finger up my ass hole and squeezed my balls, and I shot my load into her
hole. Quickly she pulled out my spurting cock, and I hosed her down,
splattering her face, neck, and tits with thick white cum. I squirted at least
twice my usual volume of semen, which surprised me. When my cock stopped
throbbing, there was a pool of cum flooding around her belly button. My head
was spinning and I could literally see stars!
Elena told me that she was trained since childhood in the art of pleasing a
man, and that she came from a long line of professional consorts, with
techniques and secrets passed on from mother to daughter.

Fucking In New York

Administrator — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 07:35:08 +0000

It wasn’t a typical New York scene. The loud, congested bustle of
Times Square was much the same as usual. However, as I walked north on
Broadway I stopped dead in my tracks. On the corner was a large group
of foreign sailors. They were awfully darned cute in their navy blue
uniforms and white hats. I took advantage of the red light although I
usually cross against it anyway, if my life isn’t in immediate peril to look
them over. They each had a band around the brim of their hats that read
“Jeanne D’Arc.” Joan of Arc. Obviously their ship was in. Noticing one
particularly handsome sailor in his early twenties who flashed me a shy
smile, I wondered if my ship had come in, too.
They were crowded together studying a map. I asked them in my
very basic French if they needed directions. They all suddenly brightened
at hearing a stranger speak their native tongue and ignored the map and
crowded around me. I don’t know about you, but, having a dozen very
humpy twenty-year-old French sailors some on them with baskets the
size of the proverbial loaf of French bread squeezing closer to me from
every side suddenly made me a very friendly New Yorker.
The one I had already made a mental note of was the closest. He
had close cropped brown hair, handsome regular features, a dark tan and
a pair of green eyes that made my heart melt. He also had arms that
strained the fabric of his tunic to the bursting point, and a French loaf
dressed down the front of his thigh that looked like it could feed a family
of six with leftovers.
I asked them where they wanted to go. Twenty-four shoulders and
a dozen lower lips raised themselves into elaborate shrugs. They were
easy. They just wanted to have some fun. They had come to the right
place. New York is fun. And I’m easy.
My favorite emerald eyes introduced himself as Philippe (it
sounded like “Fleep”). He told me that he heard that Greenwich Village
was fun. I told him that it could be. The gang had a vociferous,
gesticulating vote. Half decided they wanted to go to the Village. The
other half, the less cute half, I might add, sour grapes or not wanted to go
into one of the porn theaters.
There was one small problem. I was on my way to meet my friend,
Linda. She was just about to finish work. We were supposed to see a
movie, but, how could I relinquish my new-found calling as unofficial New
York Ambassador to see some stupid film? Especially since Philippe was
leaning the entire weight of his loaf against my thigh?
I came up with an idea. (No mean feat considering the fact that the
blood normally apportioned for use in my brain had engorged a more
southerly region.) We were standing right beside a pay phone. I waved
good-bye to the half dozen deserters who straggled into a dingy theater
to see a movie that featured the word “muffs” prominently in its title.
Miracle of miracles, it was a pay phone in working order. I reached
my hand into my pocket coming into brief contact with the blood that
had momentarily abandoned my brain and dug out a quarter. I dialed
Linda’s number.
“Linda Metzler,” she cooed in her That Girl voice.
“The Count of Monte Crisco,” I joked. Linda enjoyed an occasional
snappy comeback.
“David, you’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?” she
admonished. I could picture her pulling off her earring and readying
herself for battle.
“Now, Linda, keep an open mind…”
“David, the movie finishes tonight. It closes. It will cease to play in
a theater near you.”
“It’ll be out on video before you know it,” I offered weakly.
“I don’t wanna see it on video!” she snapped. “I want the big
screen. I want the Dolby sound. I want that bad, grease-soaked movie
popcorn!” Linda is a gal who wants it all.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied, forcing myself not to whine.
“You haven’t the equipment!” she snickered. (I knew it was just a
matter of time before she let out a zinger.)
“But, something’s come up!” I explained. “Something irresistible.”
“Knowing you, the only thing that’s come up is your little piece of
turkey gristle!” she fumed. Calling Linda a ball breaker would be like
calling Acme Wrecking a housecleaning service.
“But, I want to include you in my change of plans,” I fudged.
“And what might that be?” she asked with more than a hint of
disbelief.
“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving up the chance of sitting in a
darkened theater with someone who really didn’t want to be there for the
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of spending an evening in the Village,
wining and dining a half-dozen incredibly sexy young French sailors? On
me.” I crossed my fingers for luck. There was silence at the other end of
the line.
“Linda? Are you there?”
“Well, I’ll have to go home and change my clothes first.”
“Change? Why?”
“Because I want to wear something a little more casual. Something
that shows a little cleavage. I’m gonna give you a run for your money,
honey!”
“Fine. Wear whatever you like. Just meet us at The Riviera when
you’re ready. We’ll be there. Okay?”
“Okay, Davy. But, remember, just because I’m being so goddamn
nice about this change of plans does not mean you don’t owe me.”
“Don’t worry. The thought never crossed my mind.”
I hung up and turned around to see my entourage waiting
expectantly. They looked so adorable, with the red pompoms on top of
their white hats and the ‘V’ of horizontal stripes across their chests, that I
hated to share them with Linda. She would be what you’d call a straight
female version of a chicken hawk. Well, I’d take my chances. But, if I
caught her so much as smiling at Philippe, I’d pluck her.
We started our march south. Heaven was smiling on me. Philippe
spoke English the best of the bunch. Coincidentally, I suddenly forgot
what little French I knew. He had to stick close. To translate.
The sailors found me riveting. You can’t really blame them.
Besides being New York’s only Goodwill Ambassador, I’m not that hard to
look at. I’m thirty. (Okay, thirty-two.) Tall and naturally slim. (Okay, so I
starve myself to fit into last year’s jeans.) And a natural blond. (Okay, so
I’m naturally a shade darker. That doesn’t mean I’m not a blond.) Suffice
to say that I’ve never been referred to as a troll, although I’ll admit to
having been called willowy once or twice, which I’m not. I belong to a
gym. (Okay, so it went bankrupt four years ago if it ever reopens, I’m sure
they’ll honor my membership.)
Our march was not without a few forced halts. One was at Macy’s.
The platoon wanted to buy some jeans. It was exhilarating. The
salesperson an older guy in a rather good rug and I couldn’t have been
more helpful. We commandeered the changing rooms and watched,
breathless, as one after the other squeezed themselves in and out of
countless pairs of jeans.
Philippe was shy. I nobly volunteered to curtain myself into a
cubicle with him. His shyness was soon explained. He hadn’t worn any
underwear. His tunic had to come off in one piece, leaving him wearing
nothing but his socks and a bit of foreskin. His cock hung heavily
between his legs. It was as big soft as a respectable one would be hard. I
had purposely selected a couple of pairs of jeans that I thought would be
a little on the small side. (They only knew their European sizes.) Crammed
into the tiny enclosure I could see his round white ass squirm and wriggle
in the mirror behind him as he pulled the jeans over his muscular thighs.
He was about to give up, but I told him that it was the fashion again to
wear them tight. (So I lied sue me!)
He managed to get them pulled up over his ass, but cramming his
cock and very sizable balls inside was a tricky maneuver. He had to
squeeze his balls down one leg and his cock down the other. I told him
the fabric would stretch and indicated that he should lift his arms over his
head and hold his breath. He obeyed. I knelt in front of him and tackled
the fly. They were button fronts. (Pure coincidence!) As I struggled with
the metal buttons and the stiff denim, I naturally huffed and puffed a
little as I strained to do them up. At that point, I’m sure my breath felt as
hot as a blow dryer set on full-power.
One of my fingers strayed teasingly down the leg that held his
cock. It wasn’t only the denim that was stiff! Throwing caution to the
wind, I grabbed the waistband at the back and yanked down for all I was
worth.
What a reward! His cock was semihard. The dark pink head was
peeking out from his receded foreskin. I wrapped one hand around the
thick base and in an instant it leapt to attention. I peered up and saw that
Philippe had leaned back against the mirror and closed his eyes. That was
invitation enough.
I scooped the skin backwards and slid the glistening pink head
into my mouth. He tasted like paradise. I knew that time was of the
essence, so I quickly jerked him as I sucked. With the other hand I played
with his smooth, heavy balls and sent a finger to scout the unknown
territory of his tightly puckered ass.
Just as my mission was about to be accomplished, we were cruelly
interrupted by voices outside the cubicle telling us they were ready to go.
We had no choice. We had to abandon ship.
I quickly helped Philippe out of the jeans and back into his tunic.
We had a bit of trouble lowering his periscope, but, somehow managed to
stuff it in. We exchanged a quick kiss and joined the others. They didn’t
notice how sheepish we looked, they were so busy comparing their
purchases. The salesman also looked flustered. His face was bright red
and his rug was askew. And when he asked us to be sure to come back
soon, I could tell he really meant it.
The boys and I meandered through Chelsea and into the Village.
Linda was already waiting for us at The Riviera. She had appropriated two
outdoor tables and was guarding them with her life.
She was really dolled up for the occasion. On a good day she
could look like a dark-haired Jodie Foster. On a bad day, she could look
like the Wicked Witch of the West. It was a good day. Her hair tumbled
fluffily onto her shoulders, her make-up was perfect and her tits
provocatively pert above a low-cut turquoise blouse looked good enough
to eat. (Although 1, personally, would have to be pretty damned
hungry…)
I took a glance around to see how my crew was reacting. They
were all drooling over Linda’s cleavage except Philippe. He narrowed his
beautiful green eyes, as if gauging whether or not she was competition. I
leaned over to him and murmured that we were just friends. The smile he
flashed me made me practically pass out.
We squeezed into the chairs and ordered drinks. Linda was on my
left and Philippe on my right.
“What kept you?” she asked. “I was beginning to think you’d
dumped me again.”
“They all wanted to stop and try on jeans at Macy’s.
It was a madhouse.”
“And I can guess who was the happiest lunatic. You look like
butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.”
“You’re wrong there, Linda. It would melt in a second,” I chided.
From then on, Linda turned her attention to the tallest, beefiest of
the bunch, who was sitting on her other side. She had managed to
squeeze a couple of years, at a Swiss finishing school, out of her parents.
She could hold her own quite well in French. She thought she sounded
just like Brigitte Bardot, but, with Linda’s rasping voice it was more like
Maurice Chevalier.
Philippe and I got on together like a house on fire. Our thighs
never parted under the table, keeping us both in a constant state of semi-
erection. (I know I checked every now and then.)
Military service is compulsory in France, so he chose the navy to
see something of the world. He was from a town near Avignon, called St.
Remy. When his service was completed he told me he wanted to continue
his studies and become an architect.
Now, there was a coincidence! Not only did we both have raging
hard-ons, but we were both into architecture. I told him about the
building I was submitting a proposal on in Tribeca. I didn’t bother letting
him know that most of my living came from designing suburban
shopping plazas. He’d find that out for himself.
After cocktails at The Riviera, we ate at a pizzeria the boys’ choice
and then hit a jazz club. It was early, so we easily got seats. By that time,
Linda and The Beefcake were obviously getting hot under the collar. Her
hand was constantly massaging a suspicious looking lump on his thigh
and his hand was so far up her skirt it looked like it was lost forever.
A little before midnight, four of the sailors suddenly struggled to
their feet and announced that they had to be back aboard ship. I gasped
and looked toward Philippe and The Beef. They smiled and shook their
heads.
Being the ambassador, I took the four outside and put them into a
cab. The cabby who was kinda cute raised an eyebrow at me and asked if
there were any more where they came from. I told him that there was a
whole shipful, but they had to be on board in a half hour. I’ve never seen
a cab pull away from the curb so fast.
When I got back inside, Linda and her new pal were just getting
up to leave. Philippe explained that he had invented an aunt in
Manhattan, and on the strength of that had wangled a weekend pass for
him and his buddy.
I asked Philippe what he wanted to do. Thank god he said he
wanted to go back to my place. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to
drag him around bars and watching everyone drool.
I’ve got a loft in Soho. (Okay, so it’s in Noho.) It was a beautiful
night for walking. We took a cab. Just call me Mr. Impatient!
I was so excited that I felt like carrying him over the threshold. We
headed straight for the bedroom. (Bed area.) In about fifteen seconds, we
had both ripped off our clothes. After all the hours of what amounted to
foreplay, our cocks were both instantly at full mast.
We. fell onto the bed. He heaved himself on top of me and our
tongues thrashed together while the blood in our cocks beat in unison. I
grabbed two handfuls of his unbelievable ass and pulled him even closer.
He then pulled himself down between my legs and took my cock
in his mouth. He wasn’t an expert cock sucker, but I gave him an A for
enthusiasm.
Then it was my turn. I reached down and wrapped my hands
around his ridiculously slim hips. As my cock slapped wetly out of his
mouth and onto my stomach, I pulled him forward until he was on his
hands and knees above me. He fucked my face something fierce. I
managed to wrench a finger into his hole. Eureka! He started to buck. I
pulled myself away before he came. I had other things in mind. I coaxed
him onto his back and balanced his ankles on my shoulders. With one
hand I rubbed my cock back and forth along his balls and crack. With the
other I searched frantically in the handy compartment in my headboard
for lubricant and safes.
Philippe kept shaking his head “no.” But his body was arching and
saying “yes.” I put a dollop of lube in the tip of the condom and then
unrolled it down my cock. I squeezed more lube onto my hand and
introduced a finger into his hole. That was all it took. His “yes” became a
verbal one and I positioned the head of my cock and slowly shoved it in
to the hilt.
From then on, I could do no wrong. Philippe started pumping his
own cock as I pushed in and out. His ass felt incredible, my own snug
harbor. I grabbed the sides of his ass and really started to pump.
As Philippe started spurting over his chest, I plowed in deeper. I
came in waves as I leaned forward and our lips met again. I pulled out of
his ass and we lay together, our breath heaving.
Suffice to say, it was a hell of a weekend. Occasionally we dragged
ourselves out of bed long enough to have a meal with Linda and her Beef
or to run to the drugstore for more condoms. Philippe and I have kept in
touch. His military service is over soon. I’m trying to persuade him to
attend architecture school on this side of the ocean. I won that bid in
Tribeca and am in dire need of an assistant.

Affair with a cute ebony

Administrator — Mon, 19 Nov 2007 13:00:19 +0000

He walked into the local library and saw that Carolee was working behind
the counter. He had long noticed her and found her very attractive
and she always seemed to be very cheerful.. She was always dressed in
either a just above the knee dress with hosiery and high heels, or nice
fitting slacks with hose and high heels. Seeing her just drove him crazy
and he knew that he had to do some- thing about it today. He noticed
that today she had on a green dress and light black hosiery and a pair
of black pumps with 3″ heels. He waited till her area was vacant and
walked up. She smiled as she always did and he said “I know I am being
very forward but I would like to eat the crotch out of your pantyhose.”
She said “did I hear you correctly. Did you say something obscene to me?”
I said “I don’t think it was obscene.” “You want to eat the crotch out
of my pantyhose and you don’t think that is obscene.” “With you it could
never be obscene.” She said “I am married.” I said “it’s you I want to
do this to, not your husband.” She said “I’m not wearing pantyhose,
will you eat the crotch out of my panties?” “Only if you are wearing
them”, I said. “Finally a man who wants to do something with me. I wear
all sort of sexy outfits and lingerie and do you think he cares, the
rotten bastard. I think he is fucking his secretary, in fact I know he
bang- ing her ass. Yes, you can eat my crotch and then fuck my pussy.
Meet me after work at the far end of the parking lot.”

I met her after work and she got into my car and I drove to a deserted
area. She said she only had about half-hour but figured we could do
quite a bit in a half hour. We embraced passionately and then grooped at
each other. I going for her tits and she for my zipper. A minute later
she was stroking my cock and cooing while I teased her nipples with
my lips and tongue. “Eat my panties. Please, now while I am so hot.
Do it good, make me cum.” I got down on the floor of the car with her
in the passenger seat and slid her dress upward to her waist. She had
some great lingerie on. A full pink slip with lace all over the hem
and a black garterbelt and a pair of very pastel pink french cut tap
panties which were covered in lace. Her husband had to be nuts not to
be turned on. I centered the crotch part of the panties over her cunt
opening and started licking the crotch of the panties with my tongue.
Her panties got soaking wet and I could then taste her cunt juices and
smell them as her pussy was lubricating itself from the sexual attentions.
She started moaning passionately and asked me to pull the crotch of her
panties to one side and finger her for a moment. “your finger fucking is
driving me crazy,” she gasped with her breath cumming in shorts pants “Now
fuck me, please, now. I am going to cum fast so work me hard.” I slipped
my pulsating hard cock into her hot box and lunged in and out. She said
“stop a second and leave me straddle you. I want deep penetration.”
We moved and she straddled me and I entered her cunt again. She slammed
down on me hard and kept there wiggling her cunt all over my cock.
At the same time I wet one finger and started working it up her ass. As it
went into her ass all the way she let out a deep long moan and screamed
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, fuck me, drive your hot finger in my ass. Oh,
fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. I erupted shortly thereafter.
Afterwards she said “it was great, we can’t make it a habit: I’m married
and got three children but I think we could get together at another
time and place. I still owe you my pantyhose and you owe me eating the
crotch of them. Don’t push me at anytime and I will leave you know when.
It could be a day or a week, it could be a year. Be content and think
of someday in the future.” With that she kissed me and left.

I saw her numerous times in the library but never made any overatures
or any wisecrack remarks. I wanted her again and just had to wait. I am
divorced but I wasn’t lacking getting pussy. She was just so different.
Where my exwife was a redhead she was blonde. Where my wife was tall,
she was short. She weighted about 118, my wife about 142. Whenever I saw
her she just smiled or suggested a certain book or tape to use.One day
after my being absent for about a week I was in the library when she
approached me in the fiction section and said” Rod, I need to see you
tonight if possible. I have been waiting three days for you to come in.”
I said “meet me at 9:00 at the end of the lot.” At 9 pm she was there,
got in my car and we drove again to a deserted spot. She said” Rod, the
first time you said you wanted to eat the crotch out of my pantyhose but
I had none on, tonight you get your wish. Put your hand up my skirt.”
I felt her pantyhose covering her legs and thighs and in her pussy area
she had on a pair of lace panties covering her pantyhose. She said “you
can eat both my lace panties and my pantyhose. Bring me off with your
tongue and you will experience one of the best blowjobs you ever had,
and I will swallow all your creamy cum.” Once again I got down between
her legs and with her nylon clad legs spread wide I started licking
her panties which were pulled snug up against her pantyhose crotch.
I could smell the female aroma drifting from her crotch area. It set my
hormones rushing. “Carolee, you pussy smells so sexy, the aroma is driving
me horny. Do all pantyhose come with “essemce of sweet cunt perfume.”
Replying she said “everyday for the last three days I have thought of you
and before I came to work I fingered my pussy till it was sopping wet
just to get the aroma of my cunt in my panties and pantyhose for you.
In fact one day I frigged myself so hard I popped my pussy right then
and there. Lick me harder and I will come off for you. Oh, Rod, your
tongue feels so good and drives me wild. Quick remove my sexy red lace
panties, I am getting there and I want your tongue as close as possible.”
In a flash her panties were off and I was licking on the crotch of her
white nylon pantyhose. “Im cumming, oh Rod, I’m cumming, harder with your
tongue, drive me wild, oh it feels so good. What a great cunt lapping you
gave me.” A minute later she said “now you.” I got up in the seat and she
took her panties and hung them on the rearview mirror. “Since it’s dark
and hard to see look at my cunt wet panties of fine lace and think of
my pussy in them while I blow your stem off.” She went down on me and I
thought a meat grinder was on my cock. She reached up and grabbed the red
panties off the mirror and massaged my balls with them while sucking on
my pipe. She twisted, pulled and slurped that thing ninty nine different
ways and I was hoping to learn the hundreth way when my cock erupted.
“Oh, oh, I’m cumming, oh chew my cock, oh, suck my load out of me, oh
swallow my cream. Oh fuck me with your mouth. Work my balls with your
lace cunt smelling aroma panties Oh! Oh!” and I was drained. Two minutes
later she asked”do you want to fuck me or watch me jerk my pussy off.”
I said “I am to pooped to pop but would love to watch you finger fuck
yourself.” She sat there, lifted her rearend up off the seat and removed
her pantyhose. With her legs spread apart facing me,she slowly fingered
herself into a real screaming orgasm. All the time she had been fingering
herself she was saying the most obscene sexy things imaginable. I felt
sorry for her husband who had this firecracker and was leaving it slip
into my hands. She just needed attention. Finishing I told her she could
wear garterbelts and stockings if they were more comfortable. She said
she preferred to wear them and I said I preferred to see her in them.
I said the only reason I ever mentioned pantyhose was because most women
wore them in this day and age. She said not her or her daughters, who
both wore garterbelts when they wore hosiery.

We made a date to meet two nights from then. She said she could stay out
late as her husband would be out of town. “His out of town, I think he
is fucking his girlfriend outside the city limits, the rotton bastard.”
She asked if we could go to my place and we did. We arrived at my
apartment and I ushered her in. I fixed us drinks and we went into the
bedroom and two minutes later we were naked and fucking. After we both
came she said she had tape-recorded her husband when he was talking to his
secretary on the phone. She had the tape in her pocketbook and played it
for me. She had him by the balls they way he was professing love for his
secretary, Claudia and the names he was calling her like “sweet cunt,you
hot little box you, lucious tits, gravy pussy, my fuck bunny” and things
like that. It was really getting to Carolee and she started bawling.
I comforted her as best I could. I finally asked her what she was
going to do about it. She said that a showdown was in order with him.
I also asked about her children, Lizabeth who was sixteen, Beverly who
was fifteen and Bret who was thirteen.She said they would have to roll
with the punches. I said that’s basically what my son Steven did when
he and his mother divorced. I asked her how her and Gene met or got to-
gether as a permanent arrangement. She told me as follows.

She did a chhronigally list of her dates with Gene. Number denoting date.
She said as you can see we fell hard for each other and things progressed
quickly.

1. Having known Gene for a while I was surprised when he asked if he
could come over to my house after school. I was also pleased that he
asked as I had a crush on him. My mom and dad were at work so we talked
and ended up kissing, very deep kissing on the sofa

2. Next time over to my house, his hands progressed to my tits,
feeling them through my blouse and bra.

3. Third time he had my tits out and was sucking on them. I did not
let him know my cunt was on fire. I wanted to grab his cock but I didn’t.

4. Fourth date my breasts were out, my nipples hard as rocks, his hot
hands had traveled up my legs, past my stockings and garterbelt and
into my red panties. I had his cock out and was stroking it. I thought
things were progressing to fast but I did not want to stop. This wasn’t
the first time a boy had his hands in my panties but this time I knew
it was destined to go farther.

5. Fifth date my tits are out, my skirt bunched about my waist, my
pastel blue panties are on the floor, my legs are apart with Gene finger
fucking my pussy while I am hysterical with the thrill. I am screaming in
pleasure as he fingers my pussy over the top. I then played with his cock,
he asked me to put it in my mouth. I asked if he would put my pussy in his
mouth and he said yes so I put his cock in mine and licked it and sucked
it till he came. I tried to swallow as much cum as I could. Afterwards he
put his head between my nylon clad legs and with his hard tongue in my
snatch. he ate my cunt off. I won’t go into details how he ate me, just
that I came and came good. My first time with a male was in- credible.

6. The sixth date I had panty hose on which he said he didn’t like.
He said he was strickly stockings and garterbelts. I had no problem
with that. I had worn garterbelts since I was twelve after I told mom I
didn’t like panty girdles. Mom said “Carolee, I wish I had the figure for
garterbelts like you do, but I don’t but you do, but you can wear them
instead of panty girdles.” Later I found out Gene liked to look up his
sister’s dress when the opportunity arose and she also wore garterbelts
and tap pants which revealed a lot of hair and pussy. Later on I told
his sister about Gene looking up her dress but it did not bother her any.
Maybe she liked the forbidden thrill of exposing herself to her brother,
I don’t know. We ended up getting completely naked and sixty-nining each
other to a orgasm.

7. The seventh date was almost the same as the sixth except I was back
to sexy garterbelts and while eating and fingering each other we talked
about fucking and did we want to do it. Yes, we decided we wanted to
fuck and as soon as we could get some rubbers for protection. Also this
time while eating my cunt Gene slipped his finger into my asshole region.
It felt funny there.

8. In school Gene said he had made a rubber connection so that we
could fuck whenever we were ready. I think I was fucking ready about
date two. He came over after school, I having arrived fifteen minutes
ahead of him. I had selected a pretty dress and lingerie for this, my
cumming out party. Another stroke of luck was that both parents would
not be home till about eight o’clock and it was only three-thirty now.
He arrived and we went into a long embrace. He told me that I looked
very beautiful which I know I did and I am not bragging. I was beautiful
brunett with the right figure, the right curves and a very pretty face.
I had no flaws. I slowly stripped Gene and then asked him for the rubber,
which he gave me and I rolled it down onto his pulsating hard cock.
I told him to sit down as I was going to strip for him. The dress was
actually a two piece affair so I took the top off which left my full pink
color slip showing. The whole bodice area of the slip was frilly lace.
Next came the bottom part of the dress which had the whole hem in pink
and white lace. I then asked him to help me re- move the slip which
he did. He starred at me and my sexy legs, the beige nylon stockings
being supported by my pink garterbelt, my black lace bra and my black
lace tap panties. His eyes bugged out of his head and I thought he was
going to shoot his load right there in the rubber but then he calmed down.
I was as hot sexually as he was. I slipped off my bra and dangled it in
his face and then I walked over to him, slid my tap panties crotch area
to one side and sat down on his cock. As lubricated as I was it went
in, met some resistance and went all the way in. Yes, we fucked till
we both came.I heard bells, sirens and whistles. My body never felt so
good till then. Afterwards I got off, slid the rubber off of his cock,
put the open end up to my mouth and sucked the creamy cum out of it into
my mouth and swallowed it. I said to him”My first fuck and I get to eat
it also.” He frenched kissed me. We fucked three more times and he left
about seven-thirty.

9. Yes we fucked, fucked more and then he reamed his finger into
my asshole. I thought I was going to shit. After getting over that feeling
I knew we had some- thing else where sex was concerned. We both reamed
and rimmed each others ass- holes that day till he had to go home.

10. He fucked me in the ass. I loved it. It was totally awesome. We did
not use a rubber for this and that hot cream flowing in my ass cavity
was so warm and erotic. To this day I am not sure what feels better,
a cunt fuck or an ass- hole fuck. As you can see in ten dates I learned
it all. That part I have never regretted and would do the same thing
over again without remorse. Yes, we did many things together besides sex.
It was a great relationship for a number of years but things change and
values change.

We graduated from high school, went away to college together and fucked
for the whole four years. After college we married, had two girls and
a boy who are now sixteen, fifteen and thirteen. About ten years ago I
think he had an affair but that seemed to peter out but this one is to
much and he is going to be history. I just can’t take the cooing and
lovey-dovey shit he hands her on the phone. I know I am sneakey the way
I found out but that the ways it goes. We then kissed and she said “Rod,
will you fuck me in the ass, I need it bad.” I gave it to her good.She
screamed, yelled, clawed and what have you. I was equally thrilled as I
had never fucked a women in the ass before.We then had a regular cunt
fuck and then she left. Before leaving she said “I have some things to
sort out, will you please stay away from the library till I sort them
out.”With regrets I said I would.

Three nights later I arrived home from work and Carolee was there waiting
for me. She told me she had her showdown with Gene and that they would
file for a divorce. He was in love with Claudia who was fifteen years
younger (mid life crisis and young stuff syndrone for him). She said he
would move out this week- end. He moved out and she filed. Eventually her
kids got used to the thing of their mother dating. When she received
the final divorce from Gene we married and she and her kids moved in
with me to a new house Carolee and I purchased.

Four years later my son started dating Lizabeth, who was twenty and
Carolee was always on her because she never wore panties, even when
dressed up . When I told my son about this girl who never wore panties
he zerod in on her. Today they are married and have two children. So I
am Lizabeth’s step-father but also her father in law. Carolee and myself
have been married about twenty years now and have no regrets. The sex is
tremendous and the companionship is great. Gene and Claudia lasted about
six years and now Gene is a lonely man who drifts from woman to woman.
Something how this all started by my saying something sexy to Carolee in
the library. Yes, she still works there, and every once in a while I walk
into the library, get her alone and say “I want to eat the crotch out
of your sexy lace panties”and she says “meet me at the other end of the
parking lot after work.” We meet and I eat her panties there. It’s great.

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