I felt the tension of the journey leaving my body. Warming with arousal, I turned to face her. My bulging cock was even with her head. She continued bathing me, soaping my legs now from ankles to knees, washing away the weariness of many hours on horseback. Finally, she set the soap aside and cupped her hands under my balls, increasing the pressure of her grasp and then easing off. She allowed one hand to travel to my cock, which she stroked, feeling it grow harder and bigger. A low moan escaped my throat as she played her fingertips lightly over the head of my cock.
Suddenly I felt a stream of cool water on my cock. The contrast between the heat of the Jacuzzi and the cool water was almost too much to bear. Just as suddenly I felt intense heat on the head of my cock. It was Danielle’s tongue, which slid down the entire length of my shaft. It was so big and so thick that she always loved the challenge of taking it all in her mouth. She poised her open mouth above the head and engulfed it. She slid her mouth down to the base, then back up again—and again and again—increasing her speed slightly each time. The sight of my meaty monster filling her mouth was so exciting that I knew I would soon lose control. Up and down, up and down, and suddenly I was groaning loudly as all the pent-up pressure was released from my balls.
Danielle let me come in her mouth. She sucked softly for a while longer, making sure she had every last drop.
When I’d calmed down, I placed my hands on either side of her beautiful face and pulled her to me. She stepped into the tub with me and, wrapping my arms around her, I held her for a few minutes, just savoring the feel of her silky flesh against mine. The musky scent of her neck tickled my nose. The contrast of her dark hair against the skimpy white shirt she wore excited my senses. I was surprised to find that I was hard again, and I began to slowly rotate my hips against hers.
Danielle’s breathing quickened. I lifted her in my arms and carried her back to the bed, placing her down among a clutter of white pillows. As I drank in her beauty with my eyes, I began to unbutton her shirt. She wore nothing underneath. Her dark skin against the whiteness of the shirt and the bed sheets was striking. I wanted her instantly, but I also wanted the moment to last forever. I also wanted to push her to the edge so that she would beg me to fuck her. Her eyes were beckoning already, and I brought my mouth down on hers. I licked her lips and the kiss became even more impassioned. Then I kissed her eyes and ears. When I reached her neck, she sighed deeply.
Danielle’s breasts are small but firm. I’ve always loved the way her nipples stand out. They seemed to call to me. My breath warmed one and then the other. With my tongue I described tiny circles on her left breast while the index finger of my left hand did the same on her other breast. Danielle gasped when I gently pinched one nipple and, with even greater gentleness, bit the other. My heat was rising. I knew she was wet and I couldn’t wait to taste her sweet juices, but I forced myself to slow down. Gradually I kissed my way down her tummy. The heady aroma of her sex greeted me and grew stronger as I approached her hairy mound. Downward I continued, lightly brushing over her dark pubic hair, until I was kissing the insides of her thighs. Her skin is so silky there that I lingered and stroked it with my fingertips.
Danielle gasped and whined when my tongue finally touched the center of her deepest passion. I drank her juices greedily as I stuck my tongue deep inside her. Her back arched and her hips rose so her pussy would meet my mouth. At this point I restrained myself to increase her already urgent desire. Removing my mouth, I lightly blew on her cunt.
In the candlelight I could see the glimmer of her wetness, and it was I who could wait no longer. As I raised myself into position, Danielle spread her legs wide to take me in. Just before I entered her, I lifted her hips and slid a pillow under her ass to improve the angle of entry. The head of my cock found its mark and I slid it just a little way in. I pulled it back slightly, then pushed it in a little farther, but not yet all the way. When once more I pulled it back, Danielle began struggling to hold my cock in with her muscles. “Please,” she cried. “I need you now.”
I delayed one eternity longer and then slid every inch of my huge cock into her. Her breath left her momentarily as she shivered with intense feelings of pleasure. Now I moved slowly in and out while she squeezed and loosened, squeezed and loosened her vaginal muscles. As we fucked, I kissed her lips and then her nipples, each in turn, traveling a triangle with my mouth—breast to mouth to breast to breast to mouth.
Between labored breaths, her eyes glassy with blissful pleasure, Danielle told me that she didn’t know how much longer she could last. She seemed to have lost all sense of where she was as she grunted, “I’m coming! I’m coming now!” She said she felt as if she were about to burst wide open. The sounds of my own moaning and groaning, and my obvious loss of control, were enough to push her over the edge as with one final deep stroke we came together, neither knowing whose orgasm came first and caused the other to erupt.
Danielle writhed and groaned as the pulsating waves of pleasure started coming at gradually decreasing intervals. We both felt what seemed like a river running from where we were joined. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes and smiled. I leaned my head down to kiss her once more when the excitement had subsided. Looking out the window, I noticed it was snowing fiercely now. Danielle and I discussed the possibility of being stranded in the cabin until spring. Then, still inside her, I began thrusting again, slowly, gently, and Danielle’s heat rose again. Turning over, she sat on top of me.
How, she asked, could I be so big and hard again so quickly? It had always amazed her. And she had always amazed herself at how quickly she got turned on again. She teased me now with her cunt, moving over me and feeling me strain to keep my cock in her cunt. Her rhythm increased. She gave in totally to her passion and began bucking wildly and crying aloud.
I watched Danielle’s face as she came, losing all sense of her surroundings. She called my name, encouraging me to come with her again. When the last pulse ended, she collapsed forward and rested her cheek on my chest. As I slowly pulled out of her, a small moan of disappointment escaped from her throat. With me cradling her affectionately in my arms and with our legs intertwined, we slept and dreamed of more snow-girt lovemaking together.
THE DUDE & THE DIVORCÉE
My story began about two and a half years ago, when I returned the handbag that my friend Debra had left under her classroom seat. My name is Jim and I’m a twenty-four-year-old black student working my way through college in my hometown here in Virginia. I am six feet two inches tall, weigh one hundred sixty-five pounds, and have been told I am mature for my age and moderately handsome.
When I was leaving my political science class one day I saw that Debra had left her bag under her seat. I picked it up and ran after her, but she had already split. Finding her address in her wallet, I set out to return her handbag to her.
Debra is a blue-eyed brunette, about five-feet-five and a hundred and twenty-five pounds. She’s in her early thirties. Her hair was shoulder length and always carefully brushed. She used cosmetics to highlight a very pretty face that her glasses partially masked. Her fingernails were colored to match her lipstick and she always dressed for class as if she were in an advertisement in Vogue magazine, which contrasted with the jeans, sweatshirts and sneakers worn by the other women students. She rarely lingered after class and, although she appeared to want to be friendly, she struck most of us as a fashion fanatic who bordered on being a snob and a coquette.
When I arrived at Debra’s house to return her bag, I discovered that she lived in an upper-middle-income, largely white neighborhood. Approaching her door, I attracted the stares of some of her nosy neighbors. She was extremely relieved to recover her handbag and warmly invited me into her home. It was when she introduced me to her twin ten-year-old daughters that I learned she’d been divorced about three years earlier. I also learned that she worked as a secretary and that her boss allowed her time off to attend classes and finish college.
Since I had
a hot date that evening with my steady girlfriend, I left Debra’s house as soon as I could. Nevertheless, even though my girlfriend had been taking good care of all my sexual needs, I was mildly curious about Debra. I’d always regarded her as out of my league and so had never given her much thought. As I drove away, however, I realized for the first time what a great body Debra had. I got a hard-on just thinking about her pretty tits and her beautiful, well-rounded ass. But I could only wonder how this woman, ten years older than I, would react to any come-on I might make. I was very apprehensive about the racial prejudice that still exists in Virginia. I decided to cool it and play it slowly to see what, if anything, might later develop.
Although our meetings after that were friendly, Debra still played the role of the proper and serious student. Because of her attitude, I doubted that I could get her to develop any interest in me. But she looked better and better every time I saw her. Then, toward the middle of the semester, our instructor assigned research papers to be prepared by study groups of four. Debra and I, together with two friends of mine, were assigned to the same group. Each of us had to complete his or her own research and then integrate our findings in one term paper. Debra stayed after class on the day of the assignment and told me she was glad to be in my group and was looking forward to working with me.
A few weeks later, after we had separately completed our research, Debra invited the group to come together at her house one evening to finalize the paper. Aware that this would be a good opportunity to see what the score was with this woman, I secretly asked the other two members of our group to beg off, but not to tell Debra until it was too late for her to cancel the session. Since both had been invited to a party that evening, they agreed to call her at the last minute and say they could not be at the meeting.
On the way to Debra’s, I picked up a bag of pot and smoked a joint. While I wasn’t high when I got there, I was definitely less apprehensive than on my first visit. When I got to her door, she told me of the last-minute cancellations by our other members. I feigned surprise but reassured her that she and I could finish the work without them. She was wearing designer jeans, showing off her gorgeous ass, and she had on a red T-shirt. Although I had never before made out with an older woman like her, I knew then that I was going to make my play if the opportunity came along.
She suggested that we work on her dining-room table. The spacious dining room was separated from the sunken living room by two steps. I observed that the living-room sofa faced the fireplace. The room was lighted by one table lamp, giving it a very romantic atmosphere. However, her daughters were still up, watching some show on TV as they did their homework.
I sat at the dining-room table next to Debra and we discussed our research notes and figured out how best to organize the paper. We worked for about an hour. She was busy making corrections and outlining the contents of the paper while I pretended to be reading a research article she had recently copied. In truth, my cock was getting ideas and the only thing that really interested me was watching her gorgeous tits jiggle under her tight red
T-shirt and dreaming about how it would feel to caress and squeeze that beautiful round ass of hers.
Debra must have noticed the massive hard-on in my pants, because she looked there several times, but she gave no indication that she noticed anything unusual. I became frustrated and feared that my inexperience with older women was beginning to show. Another problem was that her daughters were still up and could hear everything we said. Then, unexpectedly, she slipped me a note. “Do you have a girlfriend?” it asked. Next to the question she had drawn two squares, one to be checked if my answer was “yes” and the other if it was “no.”
This sudden and perhaps juvenile tactic surprised me, but I determined to play along and see where it led. I checked the “no” square and wrote, “Are you interested?” Then I folded the note and laid it in front of her.
She read my question, wrote the word “maybe” under it and returned the note to me. I tried to hide my surprise. She removed her glasses, rose from the table and told the twins that it was their bedtime. She led them down the hall to their room and helped them into bed. In a short time she returned. But instead of joining me again at the table, she went to the living room and motioned for me to sit with her on the sofa.
Maybe the effect of the joint I’d smoked earlier was wearing off, but I was getting nervous. I still did not know what she expected or how I should act, but my cock was straining so hard against my pants that I had difficulty just walking the few short steps to the living room. Debra didn’t make it any easier, either. The slight smile on her face told me that she was enjoying my acute discomfort and that she completely understood my condition.
Clumsily I sat next to her, but I did nothing. Finally recognizing I was not going to take the lead, Debra blurted out, “Well, are you going to attack me or what?” With that invitation, I put my arms around her and kissed her hard and passionately on the lips. My awkward eagerness and heavy-handedness must have caught her by surprise. She tried half-heartedly to pull away. But by now I was much too hot and horny to be teased any longer. I was going to take command of the situation.
Firmly but gently, I held her head back against the sofa. Stroking her long hair, I kissed and nibbled on her neck. With my tongue, I explored her ear. Debra’s face was flushed. It was evident that she was enjoying the petting as much as I. A long, deep soul kiss caused her passion to rise further. Her breathing became heavy and she began groaning.
My hands found her tits and, while I fondled them through her T-shirt, her ass began to squirm. Charged by her excitement, I lifted her to an upright position and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She didn’t protest.
A delicate lacy black bra covered Debra’s tits. The sharp contrast of the black bra and my dark hands next to her white body stirred a degree of eroticism in me that I had never before experienced. It seemed to have a like effect on her. She was biting her lower lip and her blue eyes took on that glazed look of lustful passion. I pulled her to me tightly while again kissing her fiercely. When I released my hold, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall from her shoulders.
In the soft lamplight I saw that her breasts were small, firm and upright. She had freckles on her shoulders and on her chest above her breasts. A small beauty mark punctuated the apex of her cleavage. Her rosebud nipples, seen against her milky white breasts, suggested arrogance. Eagerly I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently massaged them. I kissed each and circled the nipple with my tongue. Both nipples were soon erect. She cradled my head against her bosom and I was intoxicated by her subtle perfume. As I returned to nibbling and sucking on her nipples, she moaned and began frantically rubbing herself between her legs.
The mouthwork I was lavishing on her increased our already hot desire. I held back as best I could because I wanted desperately to prolong this unbelievable ecstasy. She took the initiative by suddenly massaging my cock through my pants. A moment later she acknowledged that I was boiling when she pulled her nipple from my lips, knelt before me and unfastened my pants. Our urgency was so great that she pulled only one of my legs from my pants and spread my thighs. My massive black cock, freed at last from restraint, reared straight up toward her face. With one hand she squeezed it tightly. The head swelled larger than I had ever seen it. With her other hand she lovingly held my balls.
Debra began kissing and running her tongue up and down my cock-shaft. Now and then she delicately flicked her tongue against the head. After a while she moved down to my balls and began gently sucking them. Never before had I experienced such pleasure. If she had not maintained such a tight grip on my rod I would have spurted my load almost immediately. After teasing me like that and watching me writhe, she moved her mouth up to my throbbing cock again. Wet with her saliva, the head was soon a glistening dark purple. I watched her try to take the whole of my dark cock in her mouth. It was so big she had difficulty, but by gradually working her lips dow
n along the dark shaft, she finally got it all in and began deep-throating me.
Debra is the only woman who’s been able to do that for me. Sucking furiously and making loud slurping noises, her hair kept falling across her face as her head movements became more rapid and her lips alternately tightened and loosened on my rod. I met each of her movements with a thrust, fucking her in the mouth and throat. From the lustful sounds she made, I knew she was enjoying it just as much as I was.
All too soon, though, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. From deep within me, I felt my come rising—and then I was overwhelmed by the longest orgasm I’ve ever had. For what seemed like five minutes I shot hot semen into her crammed mouth. The outpouring was more than she could handle. It oozed from the sides of her mouth and dribbled from her chin down to my dark thighs. Some of it got in her hair. She swallowed as much as she could hold in her mouth. Then, as if to make sure that none of my come soiled her sofa, she licked my cock and thighs clean.
Still quivering with excitement, Debra lay back on the sofa, placing her head on my naked lap and rubbing my semiflaccid cock against her face. I had never experienced such euphoria from a blowjob—but I had never had a blowjob before from such an experienced lover. It then occurred to me that this prim and proper lady had actually been a wild, aggressive tigress lying in wait to have her way with me!
Neither of us spoke for several minutes before she asked if I had enjoyed it. I told her honestly that it had been the best I’d ever experienced. Debra then got to her feet and picked up her bra and T-shirt from the floor. Clad only in her jeans, she disappeared down the hallway. I was uncertain of what was to happen next, but I knew I wanted more of this sexual feast—and I knew I owed this passionate woman some of the same kind of ecstasy she had given me. I removed the remainder of my tangled clothing and waited anxiously, hoping for an encore.
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