Sizzling Erotic Sex Stories

by Anonymous Anonymous

  He watched and shook his head. Her ass. It was gorgeous as was her whole form. Those hips. They were amazing. And from what he’d seen her boobs were perfect. They were perfect as perfect could be. She somehow stepped in and stuck out her hand. He stepped in also. Her back was too him but it never stopped him. He put his hands around her and pulled her close and she absolutely loved how she felt against his body. Her eyes closed. And she nestled the back of her head in against his chest.

  His hands snuggled in around her body as he pulled her close and felt her all over. He felt her stomach. He felt her sides. But finally he felt them. He felt them each. He cooed as he tenderized them both of course in the most romantic manner. Then he aimed for her nipples. Caressing each, he reached behind herself as she searched for his hardening cock and as he felt the second nipple, she had found it.

  “Mmmmmm, god I like this” she told him as her fingertips careened over it.

  “I do too” he told her.

  “I bet you do” she told him.

  He turned her around, and with his hardened cock pocketing itself into her muscle like belly, they kissed and they kissed and they kissed. And then they washed and rinsed up, but in a very playful manner. Both were hungry but both were hungrier for the bedroom. Both were very hungry for the bedroom, but he cut off and ran over to pick up her gun.

  “It has to be oiled all over before I can do that” she told him.

  “I know” the naked and still cock hard Gino told her. “Marybeth, right?” he said.

  “Yep, Marybeth… You like the name?”

  “Marybeth, I love it.”

  “Good because I hope you use it more then this night” she came back.

  “Me too” he added. “And besides…with a personality and a figure like yours…who wouldn’t?”

  “I like it” she said.

  He emptied the chambers of the gun and handed it to her but she never got to the point she wanted to be because his fingers were already all over the three quarters shaved pussy and she was squirming left and right as she tried maintaining some civility between him, her, and…and well… “Ohhhhhhh let’s just use one of these” she told him.

  “No, I gotta better idea” he cut in.

  “What?” she said.

  He pulled her legs back and she fell into the pillows as his head disappeared in between her legs. His cock pulsated madly as his mouth and tongue dipped and twisted around her and inside her pussy. Before she knew it she was squirming and shrieking crazily. Before she even knew it, he had her having an orgasm as her body came apart magnificently in orgasmic slides. She came at least twice as her ass and her back practically flew off towards the ceiling. She loved how he could do it. She wanted more and more as he maintained civility of his own needs. And now, after giving her two orgasms orally, she wanted more and more and more.

  She wanted his cock inside her.

  “Yeah, finally?” he said

  “OH GOD YES…YES…FUCK YES GINO” she told him.

  And so it was. Breathlessly, he slipped inside her. She took it with grace and pleasure. It felt wonderful. She told him, and he hoped she meant it, it felt like the greatest thing god ever made on man. It was even better then his brain. And before he knew it, she was all over his body. Fucking him either from being on the bottom or on top her squeals filled not only the room, but her home. It was glorious. He was, they were outstanding.

  Her body swiveled in each direction as her bulging nipples on her round pert tits danced a spectacular dance. She was amazing to him. They were amazing to each other as she demanded more and more then he could have ever imagined and finally… Yes finally it happened- He came. He came for her and on her in a most glorious manner.

  Cuming and spraying it came hard. It splattered her heavily and all she wanted to do was take it all over her. As it came, she spread it over her tits. As it came she massaged it across her belly and boobs and upwards on her face, then down between her legs. She loved his cum and she loved having sex with Gino. And Gino loved having sex with her.

  Once done they collapsed. She fell on him and her cum stained body splashed all over him. They lay breathing hard, their hands and arms crossing each others body. Her cute short hair was even splattered with his cum.

  “You know what?” she said quietly.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Sometimes…just some days…I sometimes wish I…I had a cock.”

  “Yeah…why?” he said.

  “Then I could do that to a guy, or a girl I guess.”

  Then there was a bit of silence before he asked “You like girls in that way?”

  “Sure, doesn’t everyone?” she said.

  “No but it be interesting to see” he said.

  “Want to see it some night would you?” she said.

  “Yeah, I suppose I would like to watch.”

  “Well if you’d like to hang around town…I guess… No, I know a few young ladies like me who’d be interested in showing you how two girls get it on.”

  And all the while she was thinking as was he could he be included in all of that?

  “You know” she began. “I should handcuff you. Now wouldn’t that be a fun time. Possible convict, handcuffed, and then I get to have sex with him. Then I get to turn you in afterward. Hmmm, nah…I don’t want to do that. See tomorrow’s my day off and I want to enjoy my day off. What about you?”

  He came across her and put his hands around the cum stained woman and he began kissing her all night long and not letting her get up to do anything because one, he liked her a lot, and two, he didn’t want to go to jail, but mostly because he liked her way too much.

  “You know what else” she said. He asked what. “You’re too good a lover to lock up.”

  She just stepped out of the shower, had done her hair up, and laid on what little makeup she really needed. Too beautiful for words for a 41 year old woman, she looked lovely with only a bra, panties, and a slip on the semi-slinky figure of a body. In some people’s opinions, she was sexier then hell. That was surely an opinion of one young man, now a rather mature 22 year old construction worker who recently became one of his company’s supervisors but had been recently laid off work for two months while waiting for the work to pick up.

  His best buddy was working on and off too but currently was working out of town. This buddy’s official quarters were at his parents. They’d been texting and Pete needed some stuff, which only Mitch had. Pete always stopping in and almost always unannounced. He rarely if ever knocked and waited for someone to come to the door. He’d been doing this all his life. So why begin knocking now. He didn’t even think about it when he went over. Mitch’s mom would be around only he didn’t know or expect her not to be fully dressed, yet. He went in and called out seeing as no one was around in the immediate area. He called out saying he was inside.

  “Oh hey, Pete?” Marianne said. “Is that you. I’m upstairs dear” she added but he didn’t hear anything else, so he went upstairs not expecting anything.

  The truth was for whatever reason he “liked” Mitch’s mom. He liked Marianne a lot, maybe too much in fact. She was the nicest, sweetest, and hell…she was the sexiest woman he knew for 40 something years old. Her curves, those tits, and an her ass like it was and when she puts on a bathing suit…regardless if it’s a one or two piece suit? Hell the woman could knock off one of your balls if you weren’t careful enough just by her looks. He needed something from Mitch’s room and knew almost exactly where it was. He thought about how much he used to fantasize about her and himself too. He’d picture her and him kissing and maybe having a date somewhere together, but this was too many years ago to matter now.

  Okay, he was older now and okay, she was a few too many years older too, but the woman’s body… Wow, her body, well she kept it in royal form. She did, she did…she did. And he loved it, loved and…and he couldn’t get over loving it. But as he climbed the stairs and headed for Mitch’s room he wasn’t thinking about all that. All he t
hought about was getting what he needed from Mitch’s closet and leaving. That was until he saw her. Yes, until he saw her by accident. That was going to turn the tides that late afternoon for him and for her too.

  Rustling around in Mitch’s closet to find what he was looking for, she was in her room trying on one then another until she could decide what she wanted to wear. Until she could determine what she wanted to wear for this social gathering of her husbands which of course she didn’t care about too much anyway. No, she never cared too much about them, but being a good wife she was supposed to be, she was going to go anyway.

  “Hiiiiiiii Pete” she said to him as he found it.

  She did it again. She pushed the limits. She had decided to taunt her young hormone driven friend. She would push all the limits. Just how far was the question? She stood at the doorway. Yep, she stood at the doorway all sexier then ever. In her black bra and panties and that short slip of hers, she stood looking and smiling and teasing him.

  Why? Why would she do this? What could she gain? What was she going to get from it? “Oh, umm uhhh hi Mrs., I mean Marianne. How could his eyes not flash over her? How could he not look at her in that? With her standing in the doorway in only her bra and panties and slip? Then he did it. He allowed his eyes to drop. They dropped to her stomach and hips so slender and curvy as she was and then they dropped further. Dropping to around her pelvic area and that’s when he felt it. The pang. He felt the pang of excitement. She said something. He didn’t hear it. He could have but his thoughts wouldn’t allow it. His eyes were on her like a hungry animal hunting in Africa. Yes they were. Yes, she was that attractive and that sexy of a woman albeit older then him. He no longer cared. He wanted to bed her down and eat her up.

  When they finally met she knew it now and said something else. “Do you like me in this Pete?” Still he wasn’t listening. He was long gone now. Drifting to other lands, with her beside him, with her under him, and with him and her now naked on some deserted beach he could do the dirty in a happy, joyous manner. “Pete, honey?” she said. She was oblivious. She had no idea. She never did. And that was why she looked the way she did for this mature younger man.

  Finally he came back to real time. “Umm I’m uh sorry” he started to say. I uh” as his head shook and eyes blinked “had something on my mind.” Was she still oblivious? Finally, her eyes looked down. Finally she took a look at herself realizing now that maybe wearing or not wearing anything per se could be the cause of whatever was to come. “It’s nothing” he told her.

  She figured it out and was more then pleased. She was tuned in to his desires suddenly. Marianne knew those feelings. Yes, she did. She’d longed for them many a time. Her husband a working stiff that he was left hardly any time for her and him, but now that Pete was around and Pete had a very nice figure as a man goes…well mmmmm yes oh yes mmmmm she knew what she wanted too.

  “Pete, I have an idea if you’re open to it. You come around, come by…tomorrow and we can” and she was nodding her head as a smile settled in on her lips. Her eyes were bright as ever, “talk a while…get reacquainted. You know it has been a long time hasn’t it?”

  He was freaked out by the invitation and what about Mr. Larson? Wouldn’t he wonder why Pete was there? Wouldn’t that be a problem? “I suppose that would be alright” Pete told her. She said good and walked into the room, kissing his cheek. God, she smelled good. He wanted to stay leaned into her smelling whatever it was she was wearing at the moment. She already looked hot. Whatever she put on he was sure would make her look sexy and too appealing for anyone else in the room.

  Friday morning and his parents had left early in the morning. Gone to the cottage, he had the house all to himself, and his body and especially that nice soft and long cock of his. He always liked that piece. It had been his manhood but unlike most he tried to ignore it.

  Moving forward, not that day because next door she was with her husband, temporarily, but soon enough she too would be…with him, alone and all day at that. He couldn’t get back to sleep. At that point he didn’t want to get to sleep. He wanted to see Mr. Larson pull out and drive away. Just like every other working stiff in town. Pete loved his work. He worked harder then most and when on a job he worked twice as hard as anyone making decisions, but today he decided he was going to let this woman take the lead. “Come on Mr. Larson…LEAVE…LEAVE NOW” he demanded as he peeped out his bedroom window. He heard the car. It was early dawn. The car was pulling away. He smiled. Was she awake yet? Was she, he wondered? Maybe he should just go over and find out? Would that be wrong? “Nahhhh, she’ll like that. Me, on her back, giving her a backrub, and then me taking off one piece and then another… Mmmmmm, now that…”

  He showered. He shaved. He brushed his teeth. He combed his hair, a little. He didn’t want to look like a geek or anything. And then this young precocious man did it all correctly. He put on a touch, and only a touch, of dad’s cologne. At 6:52 in the morning, knowing it was way too early for him, he headed out the door to her house.

  She was dead to the world. Wrapped up in a soft sheet on her bed, he opened the door. He stepped inside and closed and locked the door behind him. He took off his shoes. He walked over, excitedly, probably too excitedly, and then he finally stepped on the first of the stairs. He climbed them, slowly. His heart beat faster. His mind raced too quickly. He wasn’t able to think at all. But he did love what he was about to do. To give the woman, of his dreams, a light backrub, all over, to him was a conquest of unimaginable size.

  At the top, she heard something. Still her eyes were closed thinking it was her husband coming back for something. Nothing to think about; he’d be gone in seconds. He’d probably say something to some affect and then he drive off for the weekend for his “work. That’s all. She never imagined it was Pete. Never in a million years.

  Pete slipped down the hallway. Still high on life, still beefed up about his venture, he came upon her room. He heard her “sleeping.” She was just drifting off again. He removed his socks and shorts but not his shirt and not his underwear. He watched the longed hair beauty nestled into her pillows. She was beautiful. He watched and listened to her breathing. Mmmmm, maybe I should take off my shirt and cuddle against her, he thought. No, no I’m going to do this. And so he did.

  He went around the other side and slipped in. One leg over her and he was set to do it. She lay there gorgeously. He could smell that scent, still. He began his task. He began to caress and then actually rub her back some. He slowly caressed one shoulder then the other as his hand needled across her as if she was his. He loved this. She moved, a little, and he didn’t stop. What he wanted to do was lean in and kiss her somewhere, like her shoulders. But finally it happened. She woke up.

  “Mmmmmm, Ted” she began to utter. “You haven’t done that in…in years” and that is when she slipped to her side to see no one but Pete. Her head jerked backward but nothing but a smile pursued her lips. “Pete…Pete?” she said. Her eyes bulged and lit up. “Mmmmmm Peter, I could almost say I’m in love…ooooooohh don’t tempt me…yet.”

  Pete smiled. Still nestled over her as if he was going to physically do her, he waited for her to say something else. She didn’t. She gazed into his eyes, his face. She loved being massaged and rubbed like that. She even rubbed his arm and then his chest.

  “Do you do the front like you do the back?”

  He gazed at her realizing she loved it. “I suppose I could.”

  “Would you now that you’ve come this early, but be gentle…do it tenderly?”

  He felt a pang of excruciating pain surge into his loins. And seeing as he only had on his underwear and a top, he could not hide it. He wasn’t able to hide anything. She felt it or something strange “scrape” her. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not, but he looked down and he looked down by accident to indicate what it was that “scraped” her belly and pelvic area.

  “Peter…is that…what…I think…it is?” she asked. He gulped and turned red.
His eyes became big. He wasn’t sure what to tell her but she looked down. She saw the huge elongated bulge between his thighs and said to him in the nicest and sweetest tone of voice “Well now Peter…let me take a look at that. Please honey?”

  He had to let her look at his “monster.” There wasn’t anyway of getting around it. It stood erect at around 9 inches long or so she thought, but it was also thick as ever as well. Even her husband’s wasn’t that large. Not in a million years could it have been. She insisted and lying on her back in a satiny sleeping gown, she ogled it, but she smiled. She slowly reached forward. She even closed her eyes, which made him more comfortable, but she was in charge, he told himself. Let her do what she wants, and needs.

  “Ohhhhhhh ooooooohh…Pete…Peter” and she took a huge long deep breath of air. “Oh my god, Peter. OH…MY…GOD! HOW” and she calmed down a little “could you be so…”

  “Big?” and he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure” and she was still caressing his shaft as he spoke “it’s a blessing or not but I deal with it.”

  “May I ask you a question?” she said.

  “Sure, anything” he told her kneeling over her still.

  “Don’t girls…women…fall all over you because of this? Don’t you have them calling you all the time…because of your… Umm your physique? I mean I never…knew!” she told him. “May I?” And she proceeded to pull them off as she kept her eyes on the thick elongated fleshy cock. “Oh my lord…my…lord Peter! This may sound umm stupid and a little immature, but would you mind if I was, if I… If I held it and, well we can figure the rest out soon enough.” She winked and wore a mischievous looking smile.

  He felt another arousing pang of excitement between his thighs. His face winced, somewhat badly and Pete knew he wanted to have this woman like no other woman. She was gorgeous throughout the day and night. There wasn’t any question about that. Why did she say wait until eleven? Mr. Larson left early, earlier then the birds almost. So when he drove off, she was all his.