Peering at her panties, I saw the sheerness left nothing to the imagination. "You shave," I commented, surprised that someone so reserved would do something like that. "My husband prefers it," she answered. Her last word was more of a gasp as I pressed my mouth right over the sheer fabric. I didn't move my lips as I heard her breathing rapidly increase. I could smell her muskiness as her arousal grew and I desperately wanted to taste it. But first, I wanted to show her how to give herself an orgasm since her husband wouldn't.
I quickly stood up and took her bra off. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped and before I knew it I was suckling one. Her breaths came faster and faster with little cries escaping her lips. I took her entire little tit into my mouth and sucked it like it was a cock. She cried out in pleasure as I kneaded the other one. I pulled my mouth off her. Vanya gasped out "Was that orgasm?" I laughed, and told her she would know when she had one.
Pulling her panties off her, I undressed myself as she watched me. She reached out and touched my breasts, feeling the weight of them with her hand. Although I enjoyed her hands on me, I sat down on the bench in the corner and spread my legs. "Come here," I told her. I patted the part of the seat between my legs, and she sat in front of me. I leaned her back against me so she could feel my bare breasts on her back. Kissing and biting her neck, I grabbed her right hand with mine and guided it down between her legs. "I'm going to teach you to masturbate."
With my fingers on hers, we explored her bare pussy. We caressed between her folds, paying attention to what areas caused a sharp intake of breath. I pushed her fingers inside herself, showing her just how wet she could get. I brought her fingers up to her mouth. "Taste yourself," I commanded. "Taste good?"
Vanya just nodded as I sucked on her middle finger. "You do taste good." I put her hand back between her legs and found her clit. I rubbed it using her fingers as she choked out a moan. "This is your clit," I instructed. "Rubbing it will make you come."
Her head fell back against my shoulder as we rubbed her together. I started her slow, building momentum as the intensity grew. The dressing room mirror was directly across from us. Seeing her tan, lean body reclining against mine was arousing. My pale hand was over her darker one, both exploring her for the first time. I used my left hand to rub her breasts as her moans grew louder. Together we rubbed her clit fast and hard, and I could tell she was climbing; not only from her reflection in the mirror but also because she was writing in my lap. I kissed and sucked her ear, coaxing her through the peak as she let out one long moan. I slowed the rubbing as she came down, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
"That was orgasm." This time is wasn't a question from her but a statement.
I laughed and kissed her neck, telling her to open her eyes. She was like a ragdoll, all relaxed and limp. I was glad she finally had an orgasm, but wasn't through with her yet. I moved her so she was lying on the bench with her legs hanging off of it. I knelt in front of her my face right at her pussy. Vanya's eyes were still closed, but they flew open when she felt me blowing air on her.
"You're so hot I need to cool you off," I cracked a lame joke as an attempt to explain myself. She squirmed from this new sensation on her already sensitive area. Remembering the taste of her on her fingers, I licked her puss all the way from her the bottom of her slit to the top of her clit. Any protest she was about to have melted into a moan. I avoided her swollen clit at first, and pushed my tongue inside her. She tasted sweet and tangy. Her muscles tightened around my tongue, signaling me to push further in. I pushed in and out of her, like a little cock. I desperately wanted her to come again so I grabbed her hand and put it on her clit. This time she didn't need my help as she masturbated while I tongue fucked her pussy. My own hand found its way to my clit, and I quickly found my own orgasm mounting. The vibrations from my moans were too much for Vanya ; her legs quivered as she found herself having a second orgasm that night. Hearing her scream as she went up and over brought me to the edge as I came, my own screams muffled in her pussy. I pulled her down to the floor with me as I stroked and kissed her, the taste of her still on my lips.
As we got dressed and ready to leave for the night, she looked at me shyly. I was afraid she would regret what we did, so I told her when she goes home she can try her new skill with her husband. She smiled and asked when we work together next. I looked at the schedule and saw it was the following day. "We close?" she asked. I nodded. "Good," she says. "Tomorrow night I give you orgasm." She practically skips ahead of me to the locked door, looks back and sees I am standing there dumbfounded. "You come?"
The End.
Queen Anne's New Swordsman
The queen was infamous for her voracious appetites and now that she was older, her taste for the young men and women of kingdom was becoming insatiable. Her guards were sent daily into the royal forest to search for poachers. Her trusted Sergeant of the Guards new of what the queen wanted and as they captured poachers, they put to death all those who could not meet the muster of the queen. She only wanted young men between eighteen and twenty-five. They were required to be of good health and of stature pleasing to the eye. All that were captured were brought before him and after a quick look were pointed to either the executioner or the slave wagon.
Young Rowan understood it was wrong to be in the Royal Forest but he wanted some fresh meat for his mother's table on this her birthday. Now he had been caught and he was sure he would never see his family again. Although he knew not where this cart was taking him and the others he knew it had to be better than having his head cut off deep in the queen's forest. When they entered the town gates and headed to the palace's back entrance Rowan figured his new life would be that of a kitchen slave.
They were shown to quarters much nicer than their own and then bathed and put into clean clothes. Rowan could not remember the last bath he'd had or clean clothes. He found the guard who scared him the least and asked him about his fate. The guard chuckled as he told him,
"You're to be taken before the queen and if she takes a fancy to you she will take you to her chamber and boff you until you no longer can stand."
"But sir, she is an old lady, how could I ever be with her, my sword will remain too soft to sheath in her scaber."
"Alas lad that be your problem for all who fail to perform lose their heads."
As they were marched into the great hall, Rowan tried to think only of the beautiful Cristiana, the most wondrous girl he knew. Nightly he would think of her until his trusty estoc spilled not blood but that other fluid of life. He could feel his weapon already beginning to harden. If he could only keep his thoughts on Cristiana, he may be able to satisfy his queen.
Queen Anne loved this time of the day and she made sure she looked enticing to her new conquests. Her undergarments laced tight to form her figure into an hourglass shape, caused her great discomfort but she felt they were worth the pain. She wore no girdle so as to leave her woman-hood free and unencumbered. The low-cut gown she wore pushed her enormous breasts up and her nipples exposed rubbed against the heavy tapestry causing them to become engorged. She squeezed both hard before putting red rouge on the tips to show them off. She looked into her glass not seeing the matronly women she was but only an image of maybe a courtesan of the royal court.
The queen sat upon her throne awaiting her new blood as always she sat with her feet up and her legs spread slightly to give a show of her shapely calves. She felt flush and a dampness forming between her thighs as they marched in the prisoners. As they were paraded in front of her one by one she spied Rowan right away as the look on his face was not of fear but of lust. As he was presented to her she bid him to come forward, she noticed his britches pulled tight across his manhood. As he now stood just inches from her, she saw he was indeed a handsome lad and she picked her skirts as she told the boy to bow to his queen.
On his knees between her thighs, he saw not the young pussy that his dream Cristiana might have but the wrinkled and sagging cunt of an elder woman. Suddenly i
t became dark to Rowan and he realized the queen had thrown her skirts back over him. At the same time the guard behind pushed him forward until his lips were touching hers. He noticed as he gently kissed his queens inter folds that in the dark he could not tell if it were she or Cristiana. This made it all much easier for him and he simply began doing to the queen what he had wanted to do to Cristiana for oh so long. He searched her cleft until he located that nub so precious to all women young or old. He teased it with his tongue until it engorged and grew rigid. He then put it between his lips and gently bit on the very tip. He felt someone or maybe something grab his head to hold it in place and he took this as a signal of the queen's satisfaction. He sucked on this nub as a baby on a teat until he suddenly was pushed away from his treasure.
Then Rowan was back in the light as the queen lifted her skirts and he was pulled to his feet by the guard.
"Come with me boy," were the queen's only words as she grabbed his hand and they left the great hall. Had Rowan done something wrong, was he now being marched to his own execution? No, he thought that couldn't be right for it would be the royal guards not the queen taking him to his death. The queen must have been pleased with him and they were now retiring to her quarters for a second round. When entering her boudoir Her Highness instructed her maids to undress her and then shooed them out of the room, then climbing on her massive bed she simply said, "Do me."
This would be different as there was no darkness to hide all these wrinkles and sags. Rowan remembered how easy it was to administer to her needs in the dark and decided not to see her with his eyes but with his imagination. He knew he was pleasing to see so as a tease he slowly undresses himself for his queen. As he got down to his undergarments, he watched her eyes grow big with anticipation as she waited to see his manhood. Once naked he wielded his sword preparing to do battle and when he looked to her, he spied a drop of spittle spill from the corner of her painted lips.
Rowan then mounted his queen and quickly plunged his sword to the hilt as she gasped in air from his daring assault. He then rogered her as no one ever before and soon she was begging surrender as she screamed out in orgasm. Only then did Rowan spill his seed deep in her womb. After, Queen Anne, ruler of the realm, purred as a kitten might after a bowl of warm milk.
"My young swordsman I am sparing your life but not your freedom for I shall never allow you to leave my bed chambers."
And thus, began Rowan's new life as the queen's male courtesan. As the queen had insatiable appetites, his work although pleasurable was exhausting. Between his battles, he had run of the palace and the grounds around it, which he used to his pleasure. As he had the queen's ear, he was able to install many benefits to the peasants of his glen. One evening Rowan sat in the great hall to full to move from his repast that included venison, goose, lamb and a roasted pig. He pondered on his new life and thought that the only way it could be better was if his darling Cristiana could some way be included. At that precise time the queen turned to him and said,
"Rowan, I find myself in need of a new chamber maid. Do you by chance know of some handsome young lass I might use?"
The End.
The First Time
Part 1:
We had talked online and over the phone several times. We had a connection. We came from similar backgrounds and had similar interests and values. We both could tell we were "clicking." We had exchanged photos. Neither of us was gorgeous; but she had that seductive and inviting smile. It talked to me; I swear it did. It was in her smile.. and in her eyes.
She lived on the other side of town; 40 miles away. We had planned several times to meet, but just could not pull it off. We had talked about love and sex; birth control, limits, preferences; we even considered phone sex or cyber sex. But the real thing seemed more appealing... and entirely possible. Though just the sight of her name on my buddy list gave me a hard-on.
Late one Friday night we talked about finally meeting. I suggested that if we met at some restaurant, we'd probably have to find a motel room before we made it through the meal. That was when she suggested I come over to her place... right now.
Now?
Well, why not? Gees, I had not had sex in over a year; I donno how long it had been for her... some time. And this was sex... virtually guaranteed. Making love... just as we had discussed.
Now? Of course.
I was ready to leave within 10 minutes. Nothing special to wear; I was prepared. It was the longest 40-mile drive in my life. I did not get there till after 1 a.m. She heard my car drive up and opened the door for me. She was very much as I pictured her, though she was shorter than I expected. We said hi... warmly. Our eyes met; we surveyed each other. She invited me in; she had wine glasses on the kitchen counter. She was wearing the long football jersey and the pink panties, as she had promised. Then our eyes met again. We froze briefly, then I reached out to kiss her. Our lips locked tightly as we embraced. My cock was straight up, held tightly against my stomach, though I am sure she could feel it. It had gotten smaller as I approached middle age. But it was huge and thick just then. I reached around her back and under her loose jersey. Her back was warm... almost hot. Her lips were wet. Her skin was silky smooth.
I stepped back a bit. "You can still change your mind, if you want. You are not obligated." I wanted to make certain she knew I was not forcing her; I wanted to make sure she was as eager as I was. Nothing else was acceptable. That was very important. Though her lips, her body, and her eyes told me what I needed to know. Still... I wanted to hear it from her.
"Come here," she said, leading me down the hallway. "I want you to make love to me.... in person... for real. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me!"
She knew I loved the word, spoken just that way.
Part 2:
"Wait a second," she said as we got to her bedroom. She walked to a closet and brought out some large towels. That's right; we had talked about the importance of being clean. "I gotta' go first; I'll let you know when I'm ready," she said as she disappeared behind the bathroom door.
She did not close the door all the way. Was that intentional? I donno.
I stood a few feet away, and listened to all the sounds... I love the sounds. Should I try to take a peek? It is such a turn on! I think she knew that; I think we had talked about that.
I loosened my belt. I was about to explode.
I heard her turn on the water to the shower, and imagined what she was doing. When did she want me to shower?
I waited.
"OK... come on in," she said from inside the shower.
I walked into the bathroom; she was in the shower, behind the plastic curtain. As I took off my clothes it felt strange, to be naked, on the other side of the curtain with a woman I had seen for only a few moments. Still... we knew each other well.
Well, here goes.
I stepped into the tub from the far end. She was facing the other way, back to me. She had a fine figure and a nice ass. I imagined myself there; my dick stood straight out. I moved up to her and put my arms around her waist. I am not sure what she felt first, my arms, my face against the back of her neck, or my dick in the crack of her ass. In any case, she shuddered just a bit.
It was Dial soap. I could tell, though it did not matter in the slightest. I have always had a great sense of smell. She was already sudsed up. I ran my open hands around her waist, up the outsides of her torso, and then slowly across her breasts. I stopped just over her breasts and ran my hands around them. She had big, hard nipples. Did I have anything to do with that? I donno.
Then up to her neck, and slowly around her face. She turned around, and kissed me again. This time she felt the tip my cock on her stomach. I reached down and pushed it between her legs so we could get closer.
She reached for a sponge filled with soap. She ran it all over my body, head to toe. Then she went back to my waist and slowly ran it over my cock, around to my ass cheeks and into the crack. The sponge was between her hand and my body. She still had no
t touched my cock.
She reached up to the shower head, which was mounted at the end of a hose. She took it off and ran it over my body to rinse me off.
My turn: I lathered up my hands, kneeled down and began washing the thick hair below her waist. I reached one hand around her back and circled one side of her ass. She lifted her leg up and propped it on the edge of the tub to give me better access to her crotch. Slowly I moved my hand all over her crotch; she arched her back and lifted her head upwards. I slid my hand, sideways, between her legs, back and forth.
She was clean.
"Stand up," she said. "Turn around." I was now facing away from her, my cock pointing up to the wall. She reached around my body and grabbed my cock with her right hand; her left hand went for my balls. Slowly she rubbed with both soapy hands. "Now.... let me take a look." She turned me around and kneeled down, grabbing the shower head as she did so. She rinsed the soap off, and then took my cock in her mouth. She just held it there and literally sucked. Wow!
OK. Clean enough.
Part 3:
We got out of the shower and dried each other off... or at least we went through the motions. Neither of us was very dry as we lunged for the bed. Not that that mattered. All her natural smells had been washed away; all that excited, turned-on smells went down the drain. Not to worry; I'll get them back again soon.
I pulled her over toward me, and we kissed again... passionately. Nothing between us this time; no clothes, no water; no soap. It seemed like it lasted for an hour... or just a second. Then she reached for my cock and began stroking it slowly. Instinctively, I began thrusting slowly. She moved her head down to my cock and again took it in her mouth. But this time, she was stroking it with her mouth... and out... in and out. She had one hand on my balls, and with her other, reached for my ass. She grabbed it, then moved one finger to the crack in my ass. She rubbed one finger up and down the crack, a fraction of an inch from my asshole.
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