Sydney spread her legs wide and I slipped my body between, kissing her silky inner thighs, teasing the skin with the tip of my tongue, dragging it ever so sensually down to her beautiful little pussy; and it was SO beautiful. The heat trickling out of her young body was intense; she was saturated, swollen and the musky scent of her arousal flooded my nostrils. With no previous pussy eating experience, I decided to do a little teasing. I swirled the tip of my tongue around her hood and down the surface of her engorged inner labia. Sydney jerked and I pelted her pussy with soft, savoring kisses. Suddenly, she snatched a handful of my sweaty hair and rolled me out from between her legs and onto my back.
"Why you dirty old tease you!" She hissed and smiled deviously. "You asked for it, and now you're gonna get it."
Sydney sprang off the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table. I didn't really know what to expect, but I was so aroused that I didn't really care. Gently playing with myself, I observed Sydney remove a big, thick strap-on from within the drawer and slipped it securely around her slim waist. I should have been apprehensive and freaked, but by now my mind was drowning in a deep ocean of euphoric lust and was completely fogged with carnal passion. Watching Sydney lubricate the massive cock, I felt my body turning almost of its own volition toward her; my legs wide open and my pussy aching.
Sydney slid back onto the bed on her knees and spread me open like a pair of scissors. Resting on my right elbow and laying partially on my right side, Sydney draped my left leg over her shoulder at the knee and teasingly brushed the head of the cock over my pulsing folds and quivering slit.
"Oh yeah!" I hissed.
Sydney grinned mischievously as she slowly guided the head of her cock inside me, swirled it around and pulled it out again.
"Tease me, will ya?" She hissed. "You wanna get fucked?"
"Oh yeah! Fuck me!" I growled.
With that, Sydney stabbed the massive cock deep inside me; practically sheering me in half as she impaled me. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as my entire body seized with the violation. Clutching my leg thrown over her shoulder, Sydney pumped her cock in and out of me; the cast iron headboard thumping against the wall with each of Sydney's deep pelvic thrusts.
"Oh yeah! Oh God! Oh Sydney! Oh yeah, baby! Fuck me with that cock! Oh yeah!!" I moaned as Sydney fucked me.
My moaning and screaming only fueled Sydney's passion and she dramatically increased the velocity of her thrusts; pounding her cock furiously, deeper and deeper inside me; growling like a wild animal. Sweat was racing down her seething body, sprinkling onto my stomach and breasts as she fucked me. Pumping with unbelievable vigor and speed, the searing pleasure nearly splitting me in half, Sydney suddenly stabbed me hard and deep as I collapsed on my back, arching it toward the ceiling as my howls echoed off of it. My left leg slid off her shoulder and joined my right in locking around her waist as Sydney toppled down atop me; her beautiful breasts mashing themselves against mine while her cock was still buried deep inside me. Both of us were gasping for air and I could feel Sydney's heart literally thudding against my chest as I held her against me; digging my fingernails deep into the skin of her muscled back.
Sydney regained her composure quickly and was soon lathering my neck with licks and suckling kisses as she sensually burrowed the cock around inside me.
"Do all your customers get this kind of service?" I asked.
"No!" Sydney said as she suddenly rose up and looked directly into my eyes. "Only beautiful, sexy women named Becky who show up after closing on a hot summer night."
With that, Sydney braced herself up on her muscled arms and resumed her feverous pelvic thrusts; pounding that cock with a unrelenting and merciless rhythm deep into me. Suddenly, Sydney's hands went around my throat as she stabbed that cock ever faster and deeper inside me. My hands groped desperately at the sheets and at the headboard, my screams were reaching octaves higher than I ever thought humanly possible.
"Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! OHHHHHHHHH YEAH, BABY! OHHHHHH, YOU'RE IN SO DEEP! FUCKING ME SO HARD!!" I roared.
Whatever cool air might have been filtering into the room earlier had long since vanished. The air was stale, stifling hot and inundated with the forbidden odors of passion! Sydney and I were both so saturated with sex, sweat and tears that we might as well have been swimming. Our bodies were slick; glistening in the dim light of the room and our hair was completely waterlogged and the long locks were sticking to our sweaty skin. The sheets and mattress too, were soaked clear to the box springs.
Sydney pummeled me with such vigor and wanton desire that despite the indescribable pleasure and intense erotica, I couldn't help but be deeply moved. It had been so long since someone had made love to me with such overwhelming passion. In truth, it had never happened.
At last, Sydney again collapsed in an exhausted pile of sexy feminine muscle on top of me and I held her close; grazing my fingers over her sweaty back and reveling in the enticing muscularity. She rested for only a few moments and we kissed softly; then she suddenly sprung up and turned me over onto all fours. I just couldn't get over her amazing stamina. Sydney positioned herself directly behind me, spread my legs, slipped in between them and impaled me once more, holding me by the hips and digging her fingernails into my skin as she pummeled me. The headboard was slamming against the wall as my orgasmic howls bounced off them simultaneously.
Finally, Sydney slipped out from inside me and fell over backwards onto the mattress as my arms and knees gave out and I collapsed on my stomach. Both of us were gasping and trembling with exhaustion and passion; it was so unbelievably hot in her loft now! As the intensity of the passion slowly passed, I managed to push myself up and crawl around to where Sydney was sprawled out on the soaking wet sheets. Stalking up over her sweat drenched body, I kissed her softly on the lips and suckled her tongue. I then reached down, unhooked the strap-on and slipped it off of her.
"What do you say, I take this off of you." I said. "I like it, yes; but I like you much better."
I let the strap-on slide off the bed and then I snuggled down beside Sydney; entwining in a seething, sweaty web of long legs and muscled arms, the two of us just gazed deeply into each other's eyes as we softly caressed each other's bodies and suckled each other's lips.
Slowly, the air in the loft cooled and Sydney gathered me up possessively; tenderly in her arms and kissed me so deeply that I could actually taste the girl's soul. I fell asleep in her arms and had never felt more loved and safe.
~~~
I awoke to the sound of a car engine starting in the garage below. Daylight was pouring into the window of the loft; the air was cool, but still smelled of wondrous sex. I roused myself out of Sydney's bed and wrapped my very sticky naked body up in the sheet as I virtually floated across the room and down the ladder. It never occurred to me that the service station was open or there might be customers on the premises.
Stepping off the ladder, I found my car was parked in the second bay and it was running like new. The engine shut off and Sydney emerged from the driver's side in nothing but her grimy overalls.
"Morning, sexy." She said.
"Morning." I replied. "I thought you told me that there was no fix to it."
"I lied."
"You lied?"
"Yep." She said as she shut the hood and turned to face me.
"Why?"
"How else was I gonna get you to stay?"
"What?"
"Becky, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I wanted you more than I'd ever wanted anyone. You're only about the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
"Oh."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Mad at you? Well, let's see: You lied to me and took advantage of my emotional despair in order to have sex with me. Yeah, I suppose I'd be furious with you were it not for the fact that you made me feel more loved and desired than anyone else ever has or probably ever will." I told her.
"So you're not mad?"
"Actually, I'm a
little embarrassed."
"Embarrassed?"
"In my haste out of bed this morning, I seem to have misplaced my wallet. So I'm afraid I have no way to pay you for repairing my car."
"Becky, you don't ..." Sydney began.
"So would you take this instead?"
I dropped the sheet and displayed my naked body to her right there in the garage.
"Oh, I think we can work something out." She replied with a beaming grin.
The service station never opened that day, for young Sydney was far too busy, and far too naked "consulting her client" to provide anyone else with adequate service. Sydney and I fucked like wild savages all day and well into the night in every nook, cranny and position imaginable. Talk about a service station.
I finally got back on the road the following morning and no sooner did I cross the Texas State Line, did my phone inform me that I had nearly fifteen voicemail messages; all of which were from my frantically worried baby girl. I called her back, assured her I was fine and told her that I had experienced car trouble in some tiny town with no cell service and was stranded there for a couple days while the mechanic made some rather extensive repairs on the old girl. Boy, did she ever!
No sooner did I hang up with Amanda, I called my lawyer, who is also my cousin; instructing her to get busy writing up divorce papers.
"Bout fucking time!" She declared and we shared a laugh.
About half an hour later, my phone rang again and it was Amanda; frantic, for she had left her precious CD collection in the trunk of my car. I told her that I would send them via FedEx overnight as soon as I got home and that seemed to calm her.
Yet no sooner did I hang up the phone did I pull a sharp U-turn and headed back toward the Land of Enchantment with the reasoning that I would return my daughter's CD collection to her personally. But it truth, it was really for another round of hot, wild and sweaty sex with a beautiful young mechanic on yet another hot summer night!
The End.
Saturday Afternoon
My husband, Doug and I separated about 3 months ago. I wasn't in love with him and had tried to make it work, but it wasn't. He's a great guy and we still talk; he was always a good husband and father. We had been married for 20 years and raised 3 daughters, all still at home but in their late teens.
One night about 6 weeks after we split, Doug and I were talking in the bedroom. It's the only way to get privacy in a house full of teenagers. He kept looking at me and then looking at the side of the bed where I used to sleep. I knew that look. I kept checking my clothes. My 38d tits were completely covered so I knew I wasn't giving him a show. Finally, he told me that he had been having sexual dreams about me and wanted to have sex again. Sexual dreams about me. That was pretty funny. I'm not what you would normally consider attractive. Some would consider me a BBW, but I'm probably a little bigger around the middle than most would like.
I didn't think having sex with him again was a good idea. I knew that he was still in love with me and missed me and I didn't want to hurt him further. But I was horny, too so I said yes. It was fantastic the first time and pretty good 2 weeks later as well. But I started to feel a little guilty. I knew that he was still in love with me. And even though he said he knew we weren't ever getting back together again, both times we had had sex; he made it all about me. He made sure I had several orgasms and took care of me first—just like old times.
I talked to him about it and said I wouldn't be able to continue having sex with him if I kept feeling guilty. I told him that in order for me to stop feeling guilty; he would have to make it more about him. If it was going to be "friends with benefits" then we both would have to benefit. No more one-sided. I also said he would have to tell me what he wants or I wouldn't do anything. So we arranged to get together again on Saturday afternoon.
He was in the shower when I got there. I used the opportunity to go in the bedroom and get ready. I took my clothes off and checked the closet for porn. I found a DVD on top and put it in the player turning on the TV as I got in bed. The screen started where he last left off, I guess. There was a blonde with huge tits reverse cowboy on a guy whose face I couldn't see yet. But he was very hard and she was very enthusiastic. Doug walked in looking as good as ever with his flat stomach and full head of dark brown hair and said, "That's what I want" motioning towards the screen. I looked at the TV again and said, "There's no way I can do that. You'll have to get someone who looks like her." Let's get real. I outweigh her skinny blonde ass by 50 pounds easy. So he climbed in bed with me and lay on top blocking my view. He started kissing me and I shied away a little. He says, "What's wrong? You have a cold sore or something?"
"No." He kissed me again and I turn ever so slightly so he ends up on the corner of my mouth.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I couldn't tell him that I didn't want to kiss him. That the kissing was too intimate and I didn't want to. I wasn't strong enough this time so I let him kiss me. Don't get me wrong, I want to kiss. God I miss kissing. I just don't want him to get the wrong idea.
So he leaned in to kiss me again. Immediately his tongue touched my lips and I opened up for him. His kisses were very insistent. He was taking control and leaving no doubt as to his intentions. He grabbed my hands and held them against the bed while using his knee to open my legs.
"What if I do this?" I liked it, but when I looked at him, he smiled and let go.
"Just kidding," he says. Totally ruined it for me. But then he redeemed himself by pulling up on his knees effectively placing his cock in my face.
"I shaved for you."
I could see that. "Oh, really?"
"What if I want you to suck it?"
He's not getting this whole tell me what you want thing. But I really do want to suck it so I do. I can't help myself and immediately take it all the way in my mouth. I hear him groan as I slowly pull my mouth back. It's so hard and so soft at the same time. Damn, I love cock. Sometimes I think about going lesbian just to get good oral sex. But then I think about cock and how much I love the way it feels. There's no way to replace the real thing. No toy ever feels this good.
I pull off and lick all along the underside and look up at him. This of course embarrasses him and he looks away. Damn, I hate that. But I love his cock. It may not be the biggest out there, but at 6 inches it's more than enough for me. So I go back to it licking all the way down to the underside of his balls then back up again. I just love the way it feels. I circle my tongue around the surface and go back down and up before taking him in my mouth again. I can't quite get him all the way in because I'm at the wrong angle. Plus he's playing with my pussy and I'm having trouble concentrating on him.
He'd been circling my clit the whole time, but even more distracting were the 2 fingers he inserted and the placement of his thumb on my clit. I know exactly what he's about to do and really can't wait. I love the way he strokes my g-spot while doing my clit at the same time. I suck him hard but give up and lay back. He takes this opportunity to lean down and lick my clit. He's licking me and his fingers are going in and out. In and out. His tongue circles around. In and out. Around. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. I can feel myself building up. I open my eyes and look at the screen. There's another couple on there now. More huge fake boobs. More reverse cowboy. Why did I open my eyes?
I reach down and start stroking him. He's still really hard. He lifts up on his knees again but continues pumping in and out faster and faster with his hand. He replaces his tongue with his thumb. So perfect. Faster and faster. I'm stroking him. He's pummeling with his fingers in and out. I lift my hips to meet his hand. I can't help it. I'm almost there. I stop stroking him and lay my head back. I'm concentrating now. Please keep going. Oh God, don't stop. But I don't say anything, I can't. So close, so fast.
"AAAahhhhggg." I finally get over the edge. He keeps going through the contractions, and then stops when he feels me come down. But he doesn't remove his hand. I look up at him. He's got this silly
grin on his face. He always has that silly grin when he makes me cum.
He's still up on his knees and hard as a rock, I lean over to take him in my mouth again, but he doesn't want my mouth. He moves to place himself between my legs. So I pull my knees back and he enters. God it feels good. He slides in easily as I'm very wet from my orgasm. He holds for a beat, and then starts moving in and out. He leans down against me in the classic missionary and starts sucking on my nipple, switching back and forth between my tits while keeping up his pace below. At this angle, he's rubbing on my clit every time he enters and it feels really good. Plus there's like this bee-line straight from my nipples down to my clit. Every suck goes directly to my clit. It feels fantastic. Then he lifts up again sitting back on his knees. He's still inside me. Automatically my hands go behind my knees and lift up. He helps by grabbing my ankles and pushing them toward my shoulders placing me in an angle to hit my g-spot. I like this position as it also allows me access to my clit if I want. But I don't go for it this time. I'm still in the afterglow of the first orgasm and just enjoying the feeling in and out. After a few minutes I feel the change in pace. He's close. A few more pumps in and out and he freezes, spurting inside. Then he collapses next to me.
I get up and head for the bathroom. I've never enjoyed the feel of cum oozing out of me. When I get back, he's watching the porn. It still surprises me to see him doing this. He never watched porn before I left. He was so stuffy and uptight about it. Insecure. Thinks his dick is small. It may not be the biggest out there, but it's definitely not small. As far as I'm concerned, it's absolutely perfect. It's not skinny or short and has a really great shape. Anyway, he's watching the porn and waiting for me. As I get back in bed, he starts playing with my tits. He gets really turned on by them. I don't see the appeal. They hang down almost to my stomach, nipples pointing straight to the ground. Although I must say I have good nipples. I'm guessing somewhere between ? and ? inches hard and they're ALWAYS hard. I lay back and enjoy the manipulation and look at the screen again. He's got it in his head that we're going to have sex twice, so I let him play. Plus it feels nice.
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