Orgasm

After the thrilling kiss and the makeup you presented me, how long could I be mad at you? It was stupid even for me to get mad at something so stupid. And the sweetness and love you showed me warms my heart even more. So later that night, after eating steak, I toasted for you, and wine I bought especially for tonight, I hold you close to me, looking deep into your eyes, into your soul. Seeing the sweetness that is there, I hold you near me, my hands on your breads pushing them firmly, with passion. By pressing my lips upon yours, my tongue by seeking your tongue, by seeking your soul. As our mouths melt, I let my hands pick up your jeans and push them down. Oh, Carol, your skin is so soft, so hot. I can feel your warmth getting in your panties. My fingers trace your wet slit through your panties, pressing them into you gently, ginger, with love. You moan in my mouth and start moving your hips in time with my finger. Baby, you’re so sexy… You move your hands from my ass to the front of my jeans and you can feel the passion I have for you there. So swollen and so hard to touch, you help me free my hard cock and lower my jeans and underwear on the floor. I’m hard and in your hand while you hit me back and forth, while I rub my fingers up and down your slit on the outside of your panties. Wanting to feel you, I put your panties’ leg aside and sip my finger in your wet heat… oh my love… so wet and so hot… I run my finger forward in your wet valley of femininity, feeling you’re moving. I’m so glad to see you’re excited about my actions, and I think I’m getting even harder in your hand. We are trapping each other with such a passion for heat that burns with an inexhaustible flame. Soon our lips separate and we look again in our eyes. Our thoughts do not need words, we know other desires. I reluctantly move my fingers from your hot cave and put them on my lips, licking the sweet cream that gathered there. You at the same time move my hard stick and place it at the entrance of your pussy. You rub the tip up and down, imitating the action my fingers were doing on you. Our eyes are closed to each other, and our breathing is erratic because the feeling is so intense.

My company put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my class, very nice of them I thought. My class was just around the corner, twenty of us being introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my peers were simply not my kind their lives seemed to revolve around their work, I enjoyed my work but I had other interests. By the end of the first week, I was missing Peter my husband, I was also missing sex being highly sexual that was something I found difficult to do without. Saturday I spent a little shopping and visiting, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the class crew. That night, I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, low waist, short and she tied me like another skin. I didn’t bother with the stockings my tan looked pretty good all by itself, just a few nice high-heeled court shoes to finish the look. I had dinner at the hotel restaurant before moving into the cocktail bar, it must have been popular because it was quite crowded. I sat at the bar and ordered a Daiquiri, looking around the room, I noticed one or two attractive guys who quite seduced me. There was also one or two other wives, well dressed obviously with their husband or boyfriend, I seemed to be the only one on their own. I was thinking about finishing my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.

Sitting in my garden, drinking a cold beer, the door rings. I get up, I answer only to find a shimmering blonde with sparkling green eyes, standing in my door. I feel a climb in my pants!

“Is the lady of the house there?” she said softly.

“No, but what can I do for you?” I’m answering.

“My name is Fawn, I’m the new Avon Lady, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

I woke up in the middle of the night with a hard rage, my sister lay on her sleeping belly next to me in a pair of panties. I couldn’t help but run my hand lightly on her buttocks, feeling the tender roundness of it that I reached for my dick and gave her a soft and firm touch with my other hand. Shit, I had to get inside her, not since I ruined a blow like the one I had. Fully upright and rocky, I moved my hands into her thighs slowly without trying to wake her up suddenly. Slowly, I moved my hand between her legs on her pussy, smelling soft lips through the light cotton panties she was wearing. I started rubbing my sister’s sweet pussy, which made me even more excited for her. I threw away the blankets to see her in all her beauty. The more I rubbed her pussy, the more she woke up and came in a light sleep, slowly waking up. Then I felt her litter back and shake my hand turning my head looking at me as best she could. “What are you doing, Matt?” she asked. “I’m so hard, I really need to fuck you” “Let me see,” she said. On his side, to get a view of my dick, “Oh, my! Yeah, you want to fuck me now?” Yes! I told him. Wait a minute until she said she rolled on her back, then pulled off her panties, having them halfway I grabbed them and took them off the rest of the way. “You have to make me wet first if you want to put your dick so late in the night,” she said smiling, “eat my pussy first!” by opening my legs, giving me full access to her. It didn’t take me long before I made my face completely plant on my sisters’ soft bare pussy and lick all up and down, making sure that I ran my tongue through her completely sure that I tasted this pussy fully before I went after her clitoris. Jane had her hands in my hair in the back of my head. His juice was starting to flow freely now. I had to keep using my arms to rip his legs off to keep him from crushing my head while I was eating his pussy. She started ringing her hips kissing my face with her wet pussy. Her juice covered my face, I dumped her as much as I clouded to try to get every drop of her delicious pussy juice in my throat. I was so eating her pussy, she had a particularly good taste tonight. I don’t know why, it was just that her juices were so delicious, and when I felt her pussy lips smear like I had my mouth on it. I just went after her clitoris sucked him hard and fast, my tongue was spinning on the very end of it driving her crazy in bed. She started screaming, “I’m gonna shit! I’m going to sperm!” So I kept my little sister until I heard her shouting aloud. “I cum!!!! Yes!!!!” I snuck my face in her pussy and started sucking that sweet pussy in her hole and drinking it as fast as possible. I drank her sweet nectar for a little while, and then I felt her calm down from her peak. I retired and let her go, then quickly climbed on my sister. She let her legs open so I could take her, coming down between us she grabbed my dick and gilded me inside her. When she felt me half way, she let my sister go was so wet that she took all my length inside her body with a constant push.

I decided to go to the mall to live my fantasy. I decided to wear Ben Wa balls. I like love balls, they give me enough stimulation to keep me warm and disturbed, and if I’m really excited, they can even fuck me good without touching me. I also took my netbook with me to take notes on how I could develop Amsterdam’s history. I sat in the Starbucks of the mall and ordered a great cappuccino and started thinking about the story and its characters.

My wife (42) and I have been married for almost 20 years and have a wonderful sex life together. Believe it or not, we never made a mistake. During the past year, my wife felt abandoned by the computer revolution and took basic courses on the DOS. I encouraged her to play with some children’s games, write letters, etc. For her birthday last month, I bought her an internet account. She could then read focus groups, write emails, talk, etc. My wife is a bit of a flirt and I knew that as a woman she would get a lot of attention on the Internet. It was good with me, I had certainly had my own experiences in the past and after being married as long as we have, a little diversion, especially if it is limited to an electron exchange, is not a bad idea at all.

Last night, I had a great dream. I was in high school my first year. I just got out of the shower, ready in the morning, when my little sister came in. “I don’t want to go to school today” she cried softly. She was 13 years old in Grade 2.

“Why? Are you sick? Tell Mom before she goes to work.

“No, I’m not sick. I have a big paper to do today and I haven’t finished it,” she admitted. “Can you take me to Pam’s at 3:00? We do it together.”

The following happened when I was 25. At the time, I was teaching in a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite thin hair, and I’ve been told I have very beautiful breasts and a pierced ass. I’ve seen a lot of men look at my butt, even when I’m dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also tall enough… 5 feet 10 inches.

On the day of this story, I escorted a few dozen children from my school on a visit to the National Gallery of Art in downtown Washington DC. We were visiting out of town, and we arrived the night before. We arrived early… after waiting for the opening of the museum, we proceeded to what I always considered the “start” of art - the exhibition of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of the Virgin, Christ, apostles or saints were my inspiration for childhood.

By car late one night from work to see my boyfriend at college, I ended up following a white truck. He wasn’t going fast so I passed him, and then he tried to pass me by by lighting the light in his cab so I could see what he looked like. He was cute and I followed him for a while and decided what hell, I passed him again and this time I did the same thing and waved over him while I was passing. It wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know if it was just late and I was bored or something, but I loved it. After a few minutes, he passed again with his light on, but this time he pointed something straight and gave me away. Then I was a sign from the rest zone and I knew what he wanted. My heart began to strike while I kind of froze not wanting to go further. I watched his flashing on half a mile in front of me. In my mind, I wasn’t going to stop, but as I approached my heart, I couldn’t help but approach his truck.

Goldie was bored and decided to walk in the forest. At first, fresh air seemed fresh and welcoming. But when the sun rose higher in the sky, the air became more sordid. Small rivers of perspiration dragged her neck and around the mounds of her breasts, disappearing in the top of her sun gown. The damp tissue attached to its skin, describing its nipples. She unbuttoned the top of her dress to let the air reach her sweating skin.