A night at the symphony

I watched Leopold's staff move with a wild abandon, going back and forth, up and down until it brought forth a mighty crescendo.  This man knew how to move his baton in ways that created a unique sensory experience.

Leopold was the conductor of the Colorado Symphony Orchestra.

Tonight I was on a date to the symphony with Ted.  This was our second date; Ted was on of the first guys I met online dating.  I would say he was the most sophisticated guy I had met.  As evidenced tonight with him taking me to the symphony and wearing a tuxedo.

I was enjoying this very much. I also dressed my best, wearing a long, black, formal evening gown with tiny sequins, my long dark hair pinned up, showing off my diamond earrings and pearl necklace.  I wore my gold watch accented with diamond chips and my gold bracelet on my other wrist.

I felt very elegant and was happy to be out with such a well-dressed man.

Ted was also the tallest man I had ever gone out with.  Six foot six. And on our first date I learned that all his parts were proportional.  I was looking forward to seeing Ted's big staff again.

I got a naughty impulse.  I place my hand on Ted's lap and as the woodwinds played louder I slid it slyly up to his crotch, feeling for the large meaty package concealed in his formal slacks.

Ted gave me a surprised, slightly incredulous look which I returned with a impish smile and moved my hand back to his knee.  He placed his hand on top of mine and we enjoyed the rest of the performance.

After the performance we stopped into a wine bar.  As we sipped Chardonnay we both surveyed all the other well-dressed couples.  I concluded that we were most elegant pair out that evening.

"What's new in your life, Diana?" Ted asked conversationally.

"Not much, just enjoying the single life," I stated.

"Right, the single life.  Meaning you've been doing some dating?"

"Sure, haven't you?"  I smiled and batted my eyelashes.

"Well, yes, I've been dating a few ladies, although I try to be a gentleman and not tell."

"I'm not trying to press, I just was sharing that I enjoy being a single lady right now."

"Understood.  I appreciate your candor.  It's nice that we can be clear and upload about expectations.  A newly single woman as attractive as you, Diana, should not be burdened with emotional entanglements.  I'm just glad you can fit to your schedule."

"Oh, I definitely want to fit you in Ted.  All the way in."

"Wow, that's an arousing statement.  Shall we drink up and head back to your place?"

"Of course; no sense wasting time when we both know what we want."

We headed up to the parking garage and climbed into Ted's big black Escalade.  The traffic was still heavy from all the other cars leaving, lined up bumper-to-bumper, waiting to wind their way out of the garage.

"It looks like it will take a while to get out of here," Ted observed.  "Shall just wait in this spot for a bit?"

"Sure.  And while we wait..." I leaned across the Escalade's big center console over and kissed Ted.  He reached back to put his long arms around me and we kissed for about a minute.  It was a good kiss, but a little uncomfortable with the console between us.  We both looked into the back at the same time.  The Escalade had lots of room in the back with two leather captain's chairs in the middle and a leather bench seat for the third row.

"Shall we move back where we have some more room?" Ted asked.

"Absolutely."

We both got out went to the back doors and got back in.  As we did I made note of how darkly tinted the windows were.  We settled into the roomy third seat while the endless line of cars crawled along behind our parking space.

As we kissed both our hands explored each other's bodies.  It felt good when Ted touched my breast through my sequined gown.

I put my hand on Ted's crotch and felt the outline of his massive package. I traced the outline of it with my fingers.  Not hard yet, but starting to be engorged.  I found the head and rubbed it through Ted's slacks.

Ted squirmed.  He paused in his kissing to look at me.  He studied my middle-aged face, focusing on my brown eyes, then he looked down at my chest where the v-neck of my black sequined gown revealed a modest amount of cleavage.  "You are so beautiful Diana.  Even more so tonight in your elegant gown.  Everything about you is gorgeous, the way you did your hair, your jewelry, make-up.  I felt so lucky to be accompanied to the symphony with the most beautiful woman there."

"Thank you Ted.  You clean up well yourself.  I love how you look in this tuxedo."  I rubbed his crotch some more and then my fingers found his zipper.  I pulled it down.

"Diana, there are people all around us." Ted looked a bit worried.

"But you have darkly tinted windows, darling."  I pulled the zipper all the way down and slipped my fingers inside.

"You are such a thrilling dichotomy Diana.  So sophisticated and intelligent yet so naughty."

"I'm smart enough to know that when you have an opportunity for pleasure there's no benefit in passing it up."  I rubbed his cock through his shorts.  It was getting warm.  I felt around and found the fly.  My fingers slipped in and I touched the bare skin of his penis.

"Oh Diana," Ted squirmed and then leaned in an kissed me passionately as I fondled his growing cock inside his Tuxedo pants.  Ted had one arm around my body and he placed his other hand on my left breast and squeezed through my gown.  He moved to the other breast and we kissed for several minutes as I fondled his cock and he fondled my breasts.

I took hold of Ted's meaty shaft and pulled it out into the open.

"We could get in trouble," Ted worried as he looked out the back window at the car two feet away, with two couples inside, looking bored as they waited for the line of cars to move.

"Yes, there's a chance," I agreed.  "Doesn't that make it more exciting?"  I stroked his shaft and thought about the last time I had this eleven inch monster inside of me. I had to contort my body just right to fit him in all the way.  It was still the longest tool of all the guys I had fucked since leaving my husband, although my first big black cock, Derek, was almost as long and much thicker.

"Going out with you, Diana, is one of the greatest thrills of my life."  He raised up my gown and rubbed my thigh around the top on my stocking.  He leaned in and kissed me hard.

I continued the stroke his cock as it got harder and harder, longer and longer.

Ted moved his hand further up under my gown.  "Oh my, we seemed to be missing part of our wardrobe," he exclaimed as he discovered I was not wearing any panties.  He pressed his hand against my pussy.

"Didn't you see me throw them onto the stage?"

"What?"

"Just kidding.  When I got dressed tonight I thought it would be fun to be among all these best-dress people and have a little secret."

"I love your little secret."  Ted's fingertip found my opening and began to rub its way inside.

I moved my hand up to the head of Ted's penis and rubbed it with my fingers.  It was leaking a tiny bit of pre-cum. Ted squirmed as I rubbed it all around his German helmet.  His cock now looked like a big floppy sausage; partially erect and curved over in the shape of an arch.

"This is making me nervous, Diana.  There are people all around us."

"Risky sex is the hottest."  I leaned over and began to suck on him.  I grabbed the middle on his shaft and stroked, my hand moving in an arc as it followed the curve.  I had his whole head in my mouth and I sucked hard.  With each stroke of my arm the curve was less and less as member filled with warm blood.

I put both hands around his long shaft and then began to titillate the end of his penis with my tongue.  I darted all around, tracing every edge and curve of the head while pumping the hardening shaft with both hands.  I felt like I was creating a work art, creating a long hard penis with each lick and stroke.

Ted had his hand under my gown and was creating a work of his own.  He had worked his long index finger into my vagina and was simultaneously massaging my clit with his thumb.  He was creating a wet, fuckable pussy beneath my formal dress.

"Oh no, people are getting into the car next to us." Ted said in a worried tone.

"Remember, you can see them better than they can see you.  Just act nonchalant; try not to look like a woman is sucking your monster cock."  I put his cock back into my mouth.

Ted chuckled.  "God you are a wild woman.  I love it, Diana."

I just kept working on him, bobbing my head up and down, taking him in as deep as my throat allowed.  Then I took it out of my mouth and licked all all around while one hand stroked and my other fluttered around, stimulating different points to see the reaction. I felt like a sculptor, creating a work of erotic art.

Ted kept working on me too, and he was getting my pussy pretty hot.  I was beginning to crave a long stiff cock inside me.

And I had now gotten Ted rock hard and ready to penetrate. I leaned back to take in the result of my oral and manual labor. It was a thing of beauty. Ted's penis was twice as long most normal male organs.  I had made it stand straight up. I wrapped my fingers around the end, wet with my spit.  I rubbed it all over, then slid my hand all the way down the shaft and back up again, making sure every inch was ossified. It was a freakish thing, way longer than any cock should be, like a grotesque broomstick jutting out of Ted's crotch.

And yet I longed for it inside me.  Deep, deep inside.

Ted moaned and then said, "You look so gorgeous and elegant, I want to fuck you with your gown on."

"Ok, if you'll fuck me with your tuxedo on.  Well you can drop your pants, but I want to see that bow tie looking crisp as you slide your giant shaft into me."

I hiked my gown up and spread open my legs while Ted rolled an extra large condom down over his massive member.

"This is great vehicle for fucking in. How many times have you done it?"

"This will be the first.  I usually manage to get my dates inside a house or hotel room before we get intimate."

"Well you and I have done that already.  Now it's time to christen this Escalade in style."

"Oh yes, we're going to christen the hell out of this vehicle," Ted proclaimed as he got on his knees between my open legs and aimed his cock at my pussy.

"We listened to some great classic music," I said, "but now let's do some rocking."

"I just hope the police don't come a knocking."

"Enjoy the thrill, baby."

Ted grinned and pushed his tip against my pussy.  He let it slide up the slit and stopped on my clit.  It felt good just sitting there, not moving, not pressing, just the weight of his massive member laying on top of my pleasure hood.  Then he moved back down and up again, pausing a few more seconds at the top before he began to move his hard head all around my vulva with gently increasing pressure.  He found my vaginal opening and gave a slight push, just enough to squeeze out some of my wetness onto his tip.  He slid back up to my clit and then repeated this several times; with each push his tip he went ever so slightly further in, spreading more and more of my love juice around my vulva.  As his cock tip visited my clit he began to make small circles, giving me pleasure quakes.

"Damn, you're a good fucker," I proclaimed.

"You give me inspiration, Diana.  I want to savor every moment I'm with you."

"And I want to savor every inch of your wonderful cock, Ted."  I lay back and closed my eyes as his pleasure wand did its magic.  It felt so good.  My heart was beating fast as pushed against my opening with a tiny bit more force and I felt that wonderful sensation of my vagina opening up and letting him in.  I felt him move about three or four inches inside before the tightness of my tunnel brought him to a stop.

Ted began to slowly fuck me with just the top part of his long cock.  "You're so beautiful, Diana," Ted whispered.  "So sexy, so desirable, it gives me chills to be with you."  He kissed me on the mouth.

I kept my eyes closed as we kissed, enjoying his short, deliberate strokes.  My pussy relaxed and I felt him move deeper, all the way into my pelvis, and his strokes went faster.  Soon I felt my tummy tingle and then a bump and a shutter went up my spine as Ted hit my cervix.

I knew he was a deep as he could get without special positioning, but I was feeling fine.  I had a good nine or ten inches of hard cock inside me; what more could a girl want?

Ted switch from fast, short strokes to long, slow ones.  Now that my birth canal was fully stretched he was able to pull himself back until just the tip was in, then move all the way in again.  He grabbed my waist to steady himself as he had to move his hips, back and knees to complete these long strokes.

I was enjoying myself.  Of course, I get the most pleasure from direct clitoral stimulation, but when a man moves inside me it pulls and tightens the skin to produce a good feeling.  And when a man like Ted is able to move in for so long and out for so long, it was a very different sensation.  A marvelous one indeed.

Ted began to vary his rhythm, alternating between fast, short strokes and the long slow ones.  It was doing the job on me; my pulse was racing and my breathing shallow.

"The traffic is letting up," Ted observed as he looked out the window during a long deep plunge.  "I didn't even notice," he said as he pulled slowly back, "that the cars on both sides of us have left already."

"Well we're not going anywhere until you make cum, darling."

"I wouldn't dream of it.  I could stay here all night, making love to your beautiful body."

Ted fucked me with a new enthusiasm.  I could feel the sexual energy build as he pumped me with his mighty penis.  I reached down and pressed my fingers onto my clit and started to message it vigorously as the long cock pounded away.  My whole body squirmed beneath Ted's large frame as my fingers struck cords of pleasure.

"Oh God, Ted, it feels so good."

"Yes Diana, you make me so hot.  My penis feels incredible."

"Yes, your cock does feel incredible.  I love being fucked by your long, long, cock."

"What an awesome woman you are."

Ted's strokes were both long and fast.  I never had so many inches per second of man meat moving through my fuck tunnel.

I rubbed my clit harder and faster and my breaths were so short and fast I could now barely speak.  "Oh, oh, oh," was all I could say.

"Yes, yes, yes," Ted responded, out of breath himself.

I felt electricity flowing through every nerve of my body into my clitoris.  Then a wave of pleasure washed over and my head started to spin as my vaginal muscles contracted, over and over, squeezing the penis that filled it.

"Oh God, here I cum," Ted uttered as he began his own contractions, his big body shuttering on top of mine.  His hands were tight around my waist and he shook me like a rag doll as his body forced semen down his long urethra and out the tip, only to crash against the end of the condom that was pressed against my cervix.

Our two bodies were locked together for many long seconds, both of us trembling, as I felt pleasure from head to toe.

"Oh yes, that was good," I proclaimed as my orgasm subsided enough to let me speak again.

"Yes that was incredible. I can't believe we just did that." Ted said as he pulled himself out of me and took care of the cum-filled condom.  "I haven't had sex in a car since I was a teenager.  And never with people so close by."

"Isn't it good to feel young again?"

"Yes, Diana, you make me feel young and of, so alive."

Megan gets a phone call

Megan was upstairs in the master bedroom gathering the laundry.  The kitchen was cleaned up from breakfast, the kids were out with their friends for the day, and her husband Kevin was over at her best friend Diana's house helping her with chores.  Her cell phone started playing George Thoroughgood's Bad to the Bone, which was Kevin's custom ring tone.

"Hello darling."

"Hey, Megan, I'm here with Diana.  I have you on speaker," Kevin began.

"Hi Megan," Megan recognized the voice of her best friend, Diana.

"Hey Diana," Megan responded, "is my husband getting everything all fixed up for you?"

"Yes, he's a real handyman."

"We're in Ben's old room now," said Kevin.  "I just tightened up the bed frame.  It appears to have taken a beating recently..."

Megan suddenly realized what Kevin meant.  This was where she had ended up on that faithful night when she and Diana had gone out to a night club and Kevin gave her permission to go home with a guy in exchange for her giving Kevin a free pass.  "Yes, that's where the action took place, that I told you all about."

"I remember every detail you shared with me that night and now I'm looking at the bed where it happened and I can visualize the whole scene and it really gets me aroused."

"I'm glad you are getting as much pleasure from my adventure as I did," Megan said, "but I'm not sure Diana appreciates you sporting another tool under your belt..."

"It's fine, I was an accomplice that night," Diana assured her friend.

"Yes, that was one hot night," Megan said.  "We both got some young cock that night.."

"And now I have a free pass," Kevin pointed out.

"Yes you do honey. You can have sex with any woman you want, as long as you let me know ahead of time."

"Which is why we called," Kevin said.

"Wow!" Exclaimed Megan.  "I thought this might happen and I have to say that I approve whole heatedly. But I want to hear all about it.  In fact," Megan paused, "I just got a deliciously naughty idea."

"What's that, darling?"

"I'm home all alone right now, up in our bedroom.  Why don't you guys stay on speaker phone?  I'll slip off my pants, slip into bed, and have my own good time listening in on you two."

"Megan," Kevin said, "that is such a kinky idea."

"I know, honey.  I'm already getting aroused by the idea.  Do you want to do it?"

"Diana, what do you think?" Kevin asked.

"This whole thing is still feeling a bit weird to me.  I'm still not sure I can go through with this, Kevin, because I've thought of you only as a friend for twenty years now.  But having Megan on speaker would insure that we are being completely open.  So let's give it a try and see what happens."

"OK.  If at any time either of you ladies do not feel comfortable about what we're doing, just say, 'Stop,' and I'll stop."

"That sounds fair," Diana said.  "We'll temporary suspend the boundaries of our relationship and see where it goes while Megan listens to everything."

"Then here we go.  Megan, I'm setting the phone on the nightstand.  I've taken off my tool belt.  Diana and I are sitting here on the edge of the same bed where you got nailed a couple weeks ago.  Diana is wearing a t-shirt, sweat pants, and sandals.  And looking very attractive in that casual outfit, I must add."

"Thanks, Kevin," Diana said.  "Maybe we could start with a nice hug like we've done a million times."

"Yes, it's great to hug you, Diana.  Then maybe a friendly kiss?"

"Sure, we've kissed many times as friends."  A soft smacking sound came over the phone.

"That's so nice Diana.  How about if we try a kiss with more passion?"

It was silent for a minute on the phone.  Megan took the opportunity to put her Bluetooth headset in so that she could listen hands free and also if any kids came home early they would not hear anything if they passed by the bedroom.

"How was that?" Kevin asked.

"It started out still feeling a bit weird, like I was kissing my brother.  But then I began to get into it."

"Let's try some more."

Megan could hear a very faint moaning.  She kicked off her shoes and  climbed into her bed so she could listen comfortably.

"That was good Kevin.  I'm beginning to enjoy this."

"Let's keep at it then."

Megan placed her hand on her crotch as she listened to more kissing sounds.

"Is it feeling passionate now?"

"Yes, I'm enjoying this Kevin."

"May I touch your breasts as we kiss some more?"

"Sure."

"Mmm.  Yes.  Mmm.  Your breasts feel great.  Nice and firm.  So well shaped.  I have wanted to touch them for so long."

"Would you like to see them?"

"Yes."

"OK, let me take off my shirt.  There."

"That bra looks sexy."

"It's just an old thing.  Let me take it off."

"Oh God, their beautiful, Diana."

"Thank you.  I like how you're touching them.  Yes, that's nice, kiss and suck them.  Yes, you've got my nipples hard."

"I love your breasts, they're spectacular.  Is there anything on me you'd like to see?"

"Well, Kevin, I've seen you in a swimsuit many times, so there's only one other part..."

"OK.  Let me pull off my shirt.  Take off my shoes and socks.  Now I'll take off my jeans."

"So you're a briefs guy.  Nice bulge you have here."

"Oh God, that feels good good when you touch it."

"Nice package.  And it's growing."

"Are you ready to see?"

"Yes, get naked for me Kevin."

"Here goes..."

"Nice.  I always thought that you would have a nice big cock, Kevin, and now I know."

"Thanks.  Oh, yes, touch it Diana.  It feels nice, you holding my cock."

"It's getting hard."

"I'm getting very aroused.  I like how you rub the head.  Yes, stroke it, Diana."

"Oh yes, you have a very nice cock, Kevin.  Come closer."

"Wow, this is it, we're about to cross the the line.  You're sitting there on the bed, and I'm standing with my cock inches from your face."

"Megan," Diana called, "are you still OK with this?"

"Absolutely.  I did some good sucking on young Josh that night.  I really love how you two are narrating everything so that I can visualize exactly what's going on there.  It's getting me really horny.  Yes, Diana, I give you my permission to suck Kevin's cock."

"Thanks Megan.  OK Kevin, here we go..."

"Oh God, that feels good.  I can't believe this.  God, Diana, you're sucking me good.  Wow, you're looking up at me with your beautiful brown eyes and my cock is in your mouth; fantastic!"

Megan slipped off her own sweat pants and then took off her panties too.  She moved her hand to her pussy and felt her wetness, then rubbed it onto her clitoris.  She then began to touch herself all over as the sounds of her husband getting a blow job came in through her earpiece.

"You are expert with your tongue Diana; you're making me feel so good.  Mmm, yes, yes, yes."  Then there was couple more minutes of nothing but moans of pleasure.  "Oh Diana," Kevin finally said, "I want to eat your pussy.  I want to eat it right now."

"OK. Time for me to get naked.  Kick off these sandals.  Slip off the sweats."

"Nice little panties."

"Take them off me, Kevin."

"Wow.  Here we go.  Oh my, I see you shave your pussy."

"You like it?"

"It's a beautiful pussy."

"Thank you.  I'm going to lay down on the bed and spread my legs.

"Damn, that's an erotic sight.  I'm getting on my knees in front of you.  This close-up view of your pussy is amazing."

"Yes Kevin, go ahead and touch it.  Oh yes, that's it.  God, yes, lick me."

"Mmm."

"Yes, yes, you're doing me good, Kevin.

Megan lay alone on her bed, massaging her clitoris, as she listened to the sounds of her husband performing oral sex on her best friend.  This went on for several minutes and she began to feel really good.

"I'm ready, Kevin.  I'm ready to fuck."

"I'm ready too.  How about you, Megan, sweetheart?  You still OK with this?"

"I sure am.  This so hot, I'm really getting off on this.  Yes, my studly husband, I want to hear you and Diana fuck the hell out of each other."

"I'm glad we're keeping you entertained Megan," said Diana.  Your husband's a good pussy eater.  Alright Kevin, you lay down here in the middle of the bed."

"OK, I see, you want to start with you on top.  That sounds great."

"Good; I see you could use some re-hardening.  Let me take care of that."

"Oh yes, it feels so good when you suck on me.  That's making me real hard."

"I'm think we're ready."

"Wow, Diana, this is wild to see you straddling me with your hot naked body."

"This is definitely a new experience for both of us.  Let grab this and guide it in."

"This is so hot to see you holding my cock and lowering yourself onto me.  Yes, rub your pussy on my cock.  That feels good.  Oh God, I feel it now.  I feel me going inside you.  Wow, you're pussy is so tight, Diana.  I'm watching your pussy slide down my shaft, and I feel it wrapped tightly around my cock."

"We did it, Kevin.  We crossed the last  frontier.  Your cock is in my pussy.  Friends with Benefits.  Feels good.  Now I'm leaning forward, rocking my hips."

"Damn, that's nice Diana.  Feels good to finally fuck you."

"Your cock is so nice and hard."

"It's so hard because you're so sexy.  I love your tits swinging in front of me as you ride my cock."

"Yes Kevin, that's it, play with my tits while we fuck.  Kiss them, suck them.  This is great."

"Yes.  Let's do some kissing now."

Megan slowly masturbated as she listened for several minutes to the creaking bed springs and smacking sounds in her earpiece.

"I'm getting a little tired, let's switch positions."

"Sure, what do you want?"

"Take me from behind."

"Oh, yes, doggie-style.  Diana, you have a fantastic ass.  Let me get into position.  I'll rub my cock on you a bit, and then, here it goes, oh, wow, it slid right in."

"That's nice Kevin.  Your cock is wonderful."

"This is such a great fuck, Diana.  I love looking at your great ass as I move my dick inside you."

"You're fucking me real good."

"I love how your tits sway with each thrust."

"Fondle them Kevin.  Play with my tits while fuck me from behind."

"Oh Diana."

Megan rubbed her clit harder and faster as she continued to listen in on her husband and best friend having intercourse.  Suddenly a wave of pleasure washed across her body and then the contractions began deep within her vagina, growing stronger and stronger, making her body curl up.  After a minute she collapsed, breathing hard.  In her earpiece the bed springs continued to squeak.

"This feels so good Diana.  Does it feel good to you?"

"Yes, in fact I'm getting close.  Let's re-position.  I want you on top now."

"That sounds wonderful.  Let me pull this out.  Wow, Diana, what a lovely sight.  You've now rolled over on your back, knees up, legs open.  I'm moving my body between them, ready to go back into you."

"It's still a bit surreal; seeing you naked, your big hard cock.  Now you're slipping it into my pussy. Oh, yeah, that feels good Kevin.  Now lean down and kiss me."

Megan lay touching herself, enjoying the lingering leftovers of her orgasm.  "Hey Kevin," she called, "are you glad you made this deal?"

"I sure am darling.  This is the most erotic thing we've I've ever experienced; making love to your best friend while you listen in."

"And what about you Diana?  Are you glad I loaned you my husband today?"

"Yes I am.  He's very handy indeed.  In fact, he's about to make me cum."

"I actually came myself a few minutes ago.  I'll let you two finish up while I enjoy the sounds."

"OK.  Kevin, I need you to give it to me good."

"Oh Diana, this feels so good."

"Oh yeah, this will do it, I'm rubbing my clit while you pump my pussy."

"Yeah baby, we're getting there."

"You're fucking me good."

"You're a great fuck, Diana."

"Give it to me Kevin.  Give it to me hard and fast."

"Oh yeah, baby, you're such a good fuck."

"I love your hard cock."

"You make my cock hard, you're so fucking sexy Diana."

"I feel it honey; keep drilling me.  Drive that cock into my pussy. Oh yeah!"

"It's feeling good Diana.  Feeling real good."

"God yes, Kevin, you're making cum.  Keep fucking me just like that.  I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

"I feel your cunt squeezing my cock.  Oh that feels great, to have your tight little pussy squeezing me as I fuck you.  Oh God, here I cum.  I'm going to squirt inside you."

"Yes, squirt it, Kevin.  Oh God, I feel your cock contracting.  Oh yes, yes yes."

"Wow, that was fantastic."

"Yes, that was."

Megan began to clap.  "Bravo!  You two know how to put on a great fuck.  Now Kevin, I want you to hurry home because I have a job for your handy tool that I'd like to get done before the kids come home."

"OK darling, I'll come home, but your best friend Diana wore me out so I don't know how handy I'll be."

"Oh, I know you darling and I'm pretty sure I can re-harden your tool.  Hey Diana, thanks for letting Kevin use his free pass.  I'm glad it was with you. Now we have yet another thing we've shared as friends."

"You're welcome.  I still can't believe what we just did.  This was definitely the wildest thing I've ever been a part of."

"Something we will never forget."

"OK Honey, I'm getting dressed," said Kevin.  "I'll be home soon."

"I'll be waiting.  Love you."

"Love you too, bye."

Let me loan you my husband

Megan and I have been best friends for most of our lives and we've shared a lot over all the years.  We share clothing and shoes.  We've also shared stories of all our romantic and sexual adventures.  No one knows me better than Megan.

I recently mentioned to Megan that since my husband, John, left, the honey-do list for my house was piling up.  The furnace filter needed replacing, there were hinges that needed oiling, a drawer that wouldn't shut right, a leaky faucet, and a few other things.  I told Megan I was considering going on Craig's List to find a handy man.

"Craig's List is too scary, sweetheart," Megan warned.  "Why don't I just loan you my husband."

"I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense! Kevin loves to strap on his tool belt and do work.  I'll send him over on Saturday morning."

So Kevin showed up at my door Saturday morning wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a big tool belt.  He looked pretty sexy in these manly work duds.  Easy now, girl, I told myself.  This is best friend's husband.

Kevin was quite handy that morning as I took him all around the house; he fixed the leaky faucet, the stuck drawer, changed the furnace filter, and oiled the hinges.  The last stop was the bedroom had belonged to Tom, my now grown son, when he was a kid.

"This bed frame is a little wobbly," I said.

"Oh yeah," Kevin said after a quick examination.  "It needs a little tightening."  He got out his crescent wrench and tightened the bolts at all four corners.  He stood up and gave the bed a shake.  "How's that?"

"It's solid now, thank you so much Kevin."

"I guess this frame did quite a bit of rocking recently..." He said pointedly.

I suddenly realized what he meant.  This was the bedroom that Megan and Josh had used on the night when Kevin had given her permission to have sex with a young guy who she had just met when out with me at a night club.  He gave permission in exchange for Megan giving him a free pass to have sex with another woman in the future.  "Yes, this was where it happened."

"Wow, so this the bed," Kevin said, looking intently at the mattress as if trying to imagine, "where my sweet little wife got naked with a younger man she had just met, and had wild, passionate sex."

"Um, yes," I acknowledged, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

"That gets me so hot," Kevin announced.

"Really?" I was relieved.  "You like the idea of your wife with another man."

"It's weird, but, yeah, I don't mind that Megan was fucking someone else right here in this bed.  It turns me on to think about it.  When she asked permission at the club she sent me a picture of the guy from her phone, so I know what he looks like.  But you were there, so I'm wondering, how did he act?"

"He was a nice guy.  Maybe a little cocky.  Great body; he obviously worked out a lot."

"So this is where a young, muscular, confident man gave it to my wife.  Could you hear them?"

"Yes, a little.  I was ... occupied myself."

"Right, you had your own boy-toy.  In your bedroom?"

"Yes, I was getting laid too, just down the hall.  But Megan left the door open and I couldn't help but hear a few things. She enjoyed herself."

"I bet.  Was it weird hearing your best friend having sex?"

"It wasn't the first time."

"Oh?" Kevin was surprised.

"Well, I've known Megan long before she met you.  Before I met John even," I explained.  "There was one time when John and I went on a double date with Megan and one of her boyfriends.  We parked in a secluded spot and John and I started making out in the front of his car while Megan and her guy started getting it on in the back.  One think lead to another and then both couples ended up having sex."

"Oh God, that must have been really hot.  I'm imaging a young Megan getting drilled in the back seat of a car by some lucky young guy while you and John go at in the front."

"It was crazy.  But don't forget that other time when we all went camping..."

"Oh, right, how could I forget?  When we slept in that tent!"

"Yes, you and Megan were in one sleeping bag, John and I were in another.  It was pitch black inside the tent, but we could hear."

"That was awesome.  Megan and I were newlyweds and so hot for each other.  But we could hear you and John doing it too.  I thought it was so incredibly erotic.  Megan and I were banging away and I could not help but think about how the second-hottest woman I'd ever met was being fucked less than two feet away."

"Really?  I didn't know you felt that way, Kevin."

"I've always had the hots for you, Diana.  You are one sexy woman.  I can't believe you're single now and going out with so many different guys.  So many incredibly lucky guys.  It really doesn't bother you?"

"What doesn't bother me?" I asked impishly, "being a slut?"

"No, I never said that!  But I thought women were into relationships.  How can you be so free?"

"I try to separate sex from emotion.  I don't need a relationship, I don't want a relationship.  But I've discovered that having sex, especially with a new guy, is fun.  Thrilling.  Exciting. A rush.  So when I go out on a with a guy and we both want to have fun, I tell myself why not?"

"Yes, why not have fun?  That's why I let Megan be with that guy.  I knew she was just having fun.  I know I have her heart and she has mine, so I don't mind if she shares her pussy."

"And now she's going to let you share your cock with some lucky lady."

"That's the deal," Kevin replied.  He looked me up and down with obvious lust.  "In fact, I just got an idea."

"No," I said, realizing where he was going.  "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"We've been friends for twenty years.  I don't think about you that way, Kevin."

"You don't think I'm attractive?"  He straighten himself up and stuck out his chest so that I could get a good view of his six-foot-two frame and muscular physique.

"It's not that, you're a very hot guy.  But you're my best friend's husband.  It would be wrong."

"We're going to ask her first for permission.  That's part of the deal with the free pass.  And if Megan says it's OK then wouldn't that be really hot, to be with a good friend, just having fun?"

"It would be weird.  I don't know if I could do it."

"You said that you're able to separate sex from emotion.  This will be good practice for you, Diana."

"And what about you?  Do you think you could just fuck me one time and then we go back to being nothing more than good friends?"

"I think we would be better friends," Kevin grinned, "having shared one intimate time together and then choosing to respect the boundaries between a married man and his wife's best friend."

"Hmm," the idea had triggered a desire within me.  A desire that was wrong, but a desire I had felt a few other times over the years and had quickly extinguished because it was not something I ever wanted to act on.  But I began to consider, what if?  What if Megan was OK with this crazy idea of letting her husband have sex with her best friend?  Could we keep it under control?  Could Kevin and I be together this one time, with Megan's knowledge, and then go back to the way we were?  All three of us?

"Just two good friends having fun with permission," Kevin prodded.

"You make a convincing argument," I relented.

"Let's call Megan." Kevin got out his cell phone.

"OK, but if she says 'No' then we must never think about this again."

"Agreed.  We will abide by whatever Megan says."  Kevin pushed his wife's speed dial button and the phone began to ring.

Going out with Ken again: love you long time

My life was becoming a series of firsts.  I recently had my first BBC: Big Black Cock.  Tonight was going to be my first fourth.  The first time since separating from my husband and beginning to date again that I had gone out with the same guy four times.

Ken was a fun guy, like a big kid actually.  And he was the first guy I had sex with after starting to date again.

That first time was a mixed experience for me.  Ken had a nice, big cock, the biggest I had seen up to that point in my life (this was before I went out with Ted).  However, it hurt because he didn't do any foreplay.  And he came very quickly, so I didn't get to cum myself; I had to use my vibrator later.

But I gave Ted another chance and he delivered,  Mostly.  We went on a hike and ended up having sex outdoors.  That time he ate my pussy first as I sat on big rock enjoying beautiful mountain views.  When he slid his huge cock into me it did not hurt a bit.  It felt really good.  But, again, Ken came too quickly.  I had to wait until later that same night, when I had a date with Nick, before I got off.

So now I sat across the table from Ken at a nice Italian restaurant, The Bent Noodle, and I wondered if I should let Ken put his big noodle inside of me for the third time.

I decided to broach the subject.  "Ken," I began, "I want you to know that I've really enjoyed going out with you."

"I love going out with you too," Ken replied with his boyish smile.

"But there's something more I need from you."

"Yes?" Ken looked a little puzzled.

I leaned my head close to him so that no one else in the restaurant could overhear. "I need longer stimulation."

"Longer?"

"Longer, time-wise," I clarified.  "Length-wise you're great."

"Thanks," he grinned.  "I didn't realize I was being too fast.  I get so excited that I can't help it."

"I know, but I would really like it if you could go long enough to make me cum."

"Will you two be having any dessert?"  I hadn't realized that the waiter had stopped by our table.

"I'm fine, I don't want any," I said to Ken, embarrassed, but laughing inside as well.

"Just the check, please," Ken said.

As Ken drove us back to my house, he broke the uncomfortable silence.  "I would like to have sex with you for a longer time, but I'm not sure how."

I got an idea.  "Let's do some research," I said, pulling out my smart phone.  "I'm going to search on how to make sex last longer."

"Great idea," said Ken, "I would love nothing more than to be with you a longer time."

I found a couple of articles, one in Cosmopolitan, and one in Men's Fitness online.  I read aloud as Ken drove.  By the time we pulled into my driveway we had some things we were going to try.

"What strategy do you want to try first?" Ken asked when we reached my bedroom.  "Maybe we give you an orgasm first, before we start together?"

"Sure, darling" I agreed, taking off my blouse.  "The second time we fucked, up in the mountains, and you ate my pussy first, it felt so good."  I unzipped my skirt and slipped it off.

"Yes." Ken had taken his shoes, socks and shirt off and was now unbuckling his pants.  "Let's get started there."  He pulled down his pants, revealing an enormous bulge in his shorts.

"And if you get tired," I said as I undid my bra, "I do have my vibrator."  I grabbed the waist of my panties and slid them down as I sat on bed.

Ken got down on his knees in front of me.

I slipped my panties over my feet and tossed them aside.  I opened my legs wide.

Ken moved his face down to my crotch.  He gave my pussy a big lick and then went to work.

I sat back and enjoyed myself, feeling his mouth move around my labia. Then I felt my clitoris being tickled with his tongue.  It was feeling good.  I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations.  I could feel his tongue pushing against my opening, the tip entering me.  Then his mouth moving up and down, his lips squeezing my pussy lips, his tongue licking my slit.  I felt shivers in my tummy when he began to suck and gently bite my clit.  This was nice; Ken was good at eating pussy.  I could definitely cum in his face.

Ken ate me for about ten minutes then he lifted his head up and rubbed his jaw.

"Getting tired?" I asked.

"My jaw's getting a bit sore."

"OK, then let's do this," I directed, "while you rest your jaw I'll suck you off all the way.  Then I'll get my orgasm while you recover.  After that, when you finally start boning me, you'll be working on your second cum and should be able to go longer."

"That sounds like a brilliant plan," Ken said. He slipped off his shorts. He was about three fourths erect. It as still very long, the base of his shaft extended straight out from his body and the end drooped down.

I grabbed the middle of his shaft and started jacking him off.  His drooping ended as he quickly started to rise. I smiled up at Ken and then put his tip into my mouth.  I sucked on it and continued jacking him off.

"Oh, God, yes, Diana, that feels good."

I moved my tongue around the head and felt him squirm when I hit the spot underneath with the highest nerve density.  I kept at it until I could feel him fully hard.

"Mmm, baby, I love how you suck my cock."

I used my other hand to tickle his balls.

"Oh yes."

I was really enjoying Ken's big eight-inch love baton.  I had one hand on his balls, the other jacking his shaft, and the end in my mouth.  I jacked him faster and faster while I continued to suck and tongue tease.

"Oh, Diana.  Oh, yes, you're going to make cum."

I kept jacking and sucking.

"Oh Diana, I'm going to cum.  Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

I looked up with my eyes and nodded.  I kept sucking and teasing.  Suddenly Ken went into spasms.  I held on tight to his cock like holding the saddle horn of a bucking bronco.  I kept my lips closed tight as I felt his hot jism spray against the back of my throat and fill my mouth.

"Ohhh yesss!" Ken shouted.

When I felt his contractions stop I tilted my head back and swallowed to thick hot liquid.  I smiled up at him.

"God, you give good head, Diana.  That was awesome."

"Glad to please.  Now that we got that out of the way, why don't you lay down and rest while I use my vibrator."  I pulled my newest friend from the drawer.

Ken was intrigued by the unconventional device that I was about to use.  "I've never seen a vibrator like that.  Is that a rabbit?"

"Yes, it's called 'The Rabbit Habit.'" I showed him my new toy, a big purple penis-shaped vibrating dildo with a rabbit attached to the shaft.  "The head goes inside me, obviously," I explained, "and then the rabbit stimulates my clit.  It works really well.  Want to see?"

"You bet," Ken exclaimed as he lay down beside me.

I grabbed a bottle of person lubricant from the same bedside drawer and put some on head of the vibrator.  I then turned it on and began moving it around my labia and worked my way up to my clit.  It felt good right away.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed it.

I moved the vibrating cock head away from my clit, down towards my vagina.  I opened my eyes and saw Ken staring at me with excitement and joy.

"This is a real turn-on to see you using that thing on yourself."

"Good; I want to turn you on because right after I get myself off I'm going to need to be fucked with a real cock."

"I'll be ready," Ken said.  He began to rub his penis, which had now gone limp after he came in my mouth.

I pushed the head of the Rabbit Habit against my hole, which began to open up around it.  When the stretch became tight I pulled out and massaged around my labia.  Then I put the head on my clit again and let myself enjoy the sensation.

Ken was staring at the vibrator on my pussy while playing with his cock.  I could see the blood was starting to flow back in.

I massaged back down my labia and pushed the head once more against my vaginal opening.  I felt myself open up and the vibrating head go inside me.  The massage felt wonderful on the inner walls of my vagina.  I moved the device deeper into me.

"Whoa, yes, that looks hot, Diana."  Ken was actively stroking his penis, which about halfway erect.

I went for the rabbit.  I angled the pulsating shaft and pushed it into me until I felt the quivering rabbit ears touch my clit.  My whole body trembled.  "Kkkk kissss mmm mmm meee," I stuttered to Ken.

Ken leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss.  He kissed me some more and began to fondle my breasts.

The Rabbit Habit was a new toy that I had only used a couple times.  This was the first time I had used a vibrator with a man present.  It was a whole new experience to feel the vibrating head inside my pussy, to have a man's lips pressed against mine, our tongues probing, his strong hands touching my body, squeezing my breasts, and the vibrating rabbit ears stimulating my clitoris.

I could feel the orgasm percolating inside me.  My breaths became short and shallow.  I glanced over at Ken, stroking his cock, and saw he was almost fully erect again.  This was going to be awesome to get fucked by his big dick right after cumming with my vibrator.  Waves of ecstasy radiated out from my groin, washing over my whole body.  Then the contractions started as I was in the full throws of orgasm, my head lifting off the bed as my vaginal muscles squeezed the vibrating dildo inside me.

It turned off the Rabbit Habit and collapsed back onto the mattress.  I pulled it out of my vagina and let it drop onto the floor.

"I guess I'm up," said Ken.  He found the box of condoms in the drawer by my bed and took one out.  I realized it was the same box I had purchased recently when I bumped into my daughter's young adult friend, Chris, at the drugstore.  That was a nice fuck.  It was wrong, but felt good.

With the condom on his now re-erected penis he moved his between my legs and positioned himself above me.  He propped himself up on an elbow and lowered his face to mine and kissed me.

We kissed passionately for a while.  Then I felt a poke and a nice slow rub as Ken moved the head of his penis around my labia.  I felt a surge of pleasure when it touched my clit which still had some residuals from my vibratory orgasm.

I kept passionately kissing Ken.  Then I felt a push down there followed by a warm hardness as he entered me.

He went in easily since the vibrating dildo had stretched me out.

I could feel his eight-inch cock move slowly all the way into me and then slowly back out again, and slowly in again.

Ken fucked me with a slow, steady rhythm.  He gradually increased the speed of his strokes, then slowed down again.  This was one of the techniques we read about.  I was quite glad that Ken was making a serious effort of fucking me well.

We had been going at it for a couple minutes, then Ken stopped in mid stroke.  He suddenly pulled his penis out of me.

I grabbed his face with my hands.  "Look at me," I commanded.  "Now breathe.  Breathe slowly.  Watch me.  Let's match our breathing.  Slowly.  Relax."

We stared into each other's faces for a minute or two while Ken composed himself.  Then he smiled.  We had used another technique to avert an early ejaculation.

Ken slipped his cock back into my pussy.  He resumed his slow, steady stokes.

It felt good to be having a longer fuck with Ken.  Already this third fuck was longer than the previous two combined.  I wrapped my arms around his strong back and slowly moved my hips to match his rhythm.  This was nice.

I noticed he was going slow, then he would speed up, then go slow again.  As I tried to move my hips in tune with him I counted and realized he was doing the 7 and 9 technique.  Seven fast strokes and nine slow ones.

This was getting good.

I looked at clock beside my bed and realized we had been fucking for ten minutes already.  Ken seemed to have made a breakthrough.  He had entered a zone where he could fuck me as long as I needed to be fucked.

I lay there, enjoying Ken's body on top of me.  Enjoying his big, hard cock making that 7 and 9 rhythm inside my pussy.  Another 5 minutes passed.  Then that warm feeling washed over me once more.  I could feel the blood flowing through my whole pelvic area.  There was a feeling of fullness and sexual sensitivity as my vagina and labia became engorged.

"Oh God, Ken," I moaned.  "It feels so good."

"Yes, it feels wonderful, darling."

"It's feeling really good now.  I'm starting to cum again."

"Oh, baby, yes, that's what I want you to do."

"I want you to fuck me faster now, Ken.  I want you to cum with me."

"Yes."

Ken moved his cock faster and faster.

My heart pounded and my breath became fast and shallow.

Ken was really drilling me now.  I could see the concentration on his face.

Suddenly the tension within my body was released through a series of contractions as my pussy squeezed his cock.

Ken's face scrunched as he ejaculated inside my vagina. His whole body trembled for about a minute and then went limp.

"Good job," I said after I caught my breath.  "I knew you could go longer if you set your mind to it."

"Wow," Ken said, catching his own breath.  "Wow, that was amazing.  That was the best sex I've ever had in my whole entire life."

"It's good to take it slow, isn't it?"

"Yes, slow is definitely the way to go," he agreed.  "I never imagined that sex could be so good. When I had that orgasm just now it was like every nerve in my body exploded with pleasure."

"And we came together that time too.  That really makes it good."

"Yes, I could do that every day," Ken mused,  "You are a special lady, Diana.  I find myself wanting to be with you all the time..."

Danger, danger, time to redirect, I thought.  "Ken, I enjoy the life I have right now.  Going out with different men.  Having fun with no commitments.  I'm not ready for a relationship right now."

"I know, but the sex we just had was so spectacular.  I can't help how I feel about you."

"Think of it this way, Ken.  You've discovered a whole new way of having sex; a new world where you take your time and enjoy each lady you are with and get the most out of each experience."

"Are you saying you want me to have sex with other women?"

"Yes.  In fact, I don't want you to call me again until you have done at least an hour of fucking with other women."

"An hour of fucking?"

"Yes.  You can fuck one woman for an hour, or two women for half an hour or three women for twenty minutes each.  But I don't want to see your penis again until you've had it moving inside other pussies for at least an hour."

"OK, then, wish me luck."

"I hope you get very lucky so I can see you again."

After Ken left that night I thought about how I now had now added a new dimension to my sex life.  I still looked forward to the thrill of being with a new man for the first time, but now I can also work on having better sex when I go out with the same guy more than once.

The party in my pussy will never end.

Bumping (repeatedly) into my daughter's friend - Part 4

I sat naked on the edge my kitchen table, legs spread wide as Chris moved between them with his raging hard-on.

What I was doing was so wrong on many levels.  I had bumped into Chris, the 18-year old friend of my daughter, at the drug store and had brought him to my house to seduce him.  I was a parental authority figure over 25 years his senior.  It was not appropriate for me to be getting intimate with this very young man who had known me since he was in middle school.

However, since he was now an adult, it was not illegal either.  By his own admission he had been lusting over me for years and had even masturbated over me many times during his adolescence.  It was now too late to turn back.  He had already cum once as I asked him to jack off while I stripped in front of him.  Then he ate my pussy.  So the only thing left to do was to take his cock inside me.

I grabbed Chris's face with both hands and kissed him hard.  Our tongues met. We kissed passionately as my own pussy juices that he had just been eating mingled inside our mouths with the cum I had licked off his cock.

After a couple of minutes I broke the kiss.  I looked into his young face.  "Are you ready?" I asked.  "Ready to fuck Joanna's mom?"

"Yes," he grinned, "I'm ready to fuck Johanna's hot, sexy, mom."

I reached behind me on the kitchen table into the bag from the drug store.  I pulled out the box of condoms.  "You get to use the first one from my new box."

"Awesome.  So I'm curious, who will get to use the others?"

"Well, I'm a single woman now, just having fun, with no desire to be in a committed relationship right now.  There a few men that I've been dating that I will probably see again.  And some of these condoms will be used by men I have not even met yet.  How do feel about that Chris?"

"It makes me hot, thinking of you all DTF and hooking up with a bunch of guys."

"DTF?"

"Down to Fuck.  Like, 'Are you DTF?'  Means do you want to have sex?"

"I'm definitely DTF, then," I said.  "So let's cover your hot sex piston and get it pumping."

Chris ripped off the wrapper and rolled the rubber over his cock.  He step forward and began to rub the head of his cock in the folds of my labia and then up against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

"You've been waiting a long time for this, haven't you Chris?"

"Yes, Mrs. Clark, I have wanted to stick my dick into your pussy almost since I reached puberty."

"Then let's savior the moment."  I put my arms around his neck, leaned forward, and kissed him again.  He continued to rub the head of his cock against my clit.  I could feel my heart beating faster.

We pulled our faces apart and both looked down at our throbbing genitals.  Chris moved his cock down to my vaginal opening and lightly pressed his tip against it.  We both looked at each other and smiled.

I felt my vagina spreading open as Chris push his cock head into me.  We looked down, staring intently at the merging of our sex organs.  He pulled back ever so slightly, then moved forward just slightly deeper.  A slight pause, then again. And again. I watch the whole head disappear inside me.  I could feel the shape of it, hot and hard as a burning diamond.

A few more gentle thrusts and suddenly he slipped in all the way as my hot wet pussy hungrily swallowed up his manhood.

"Sweet penetration," I said.

"It feels so good to have my cock in your pussy."

"Fuck me Chris."

We continued to stare down and watch his cock fuck my cunt.

I watched, fascinated by his hard sausage grinding away in my pussy.  I looked up and locked onto his blue eyes.  "You're fucking me good."

"Thank you."

Chris fucked me a little faster and the table began to shake. Suddenly there was a crash as the sugar bowl rattled over to the edge and tumbled onto the floor sending broken pieces and sugar everywhere. Chris stopped in mid thrust. "Oh, no, I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't worry about it," I said, "Let's just move to a move stable fucking platform."

"OK." Chris stepped back and his cock popped out of me. It was glistening with my sex juice.

I jumped down, grabbed his hand, and led him to the sofa in the family room. I noticed that the clock on the wall said 1:30. I lay back on the sofa, one foot on the floor and the other up on the back of the sofa.  "This old couch should be able to take a good pounding," I said.

"I grew up watching movies and playing video games on this sofa with Johanna and all our friends," Chris commented.  "It's going to be so wild to fuck you here, Mrs. Clark."

"Is this wrong, Chris?  Am I a bad mother, a bad woman."

"No, no, no, Mrs. Clark," he insisted, "I want you so much.  I've dreamed of doing it with you for years."

"Then let's make your dreams cum true."

Chris got on his knees on the sofa and moved his rock hard cock back to my pussy.  He rubbed it against my  wet labia and quickly found to hole.  I watched a look of ecstasy wash across his face as he re-penetrated me.

I found ecstasy myself as I felt his hot young cock fill my vagina and begin to move inside me.

For several minutes neither of us said anything during the fuck as I looked up into his young face and he looked down into well-lined, mature face.  Then he leaned down and kissed me.  We kissed tenderly for several more minutes and he thrust steadily in and out, in and out.  Then we stopped kissing and he lay his head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his smooth bare back.  The weight of his firm body felt good thrusting on top of me.

I closed my eyes and savored the experience, listening to the sounds of our breathing and the squeaking sofa springs.  Then I glanced at the clock and saw it was now ten to two.  My strategy apparently had worked, as he had now been drilling me for 20 minutes in addition to the time we had fucked in the kitchen.

I was surprised that I had not yet cum myself, but then I was realized that Chris was being very respectful in the way he fucked me.  He wasn't slamming it into me, but sliding it in slowly, pausing at the end of each thrust and gently pulling back.  It was a very sweet fuck, but I needed more.

I placed my fingertips on my clit and began to rub, making my pussy tingle.  I put my lips near Chris's ear and whispered, "I need you fuck me harder."

"OK," he said, and began to move his cock a little faster.

"Harder Chris."

He went a little faster.

"Deeper Chris, put your cock in as deep as it will go."

Now his body began to press against my fingers on my clit with each inward thrust.  It starting to feel good.

"Fuck me harder Chris.  I need you to pound my pussy."

He adjusted the position of his body to get a better angle and began to thrust deep and hard.

"Yes, that's it."  I massaged my clit, searching for the spot of the most intense pleasure.  Each time Chris's body crashed against my hand I felt a jolt of sexual energy beginning to move me to orgasm.

"Yes, oh yes, you're fucking me good.  Slam it Chris.  Slam your hot young cock into my pussy."

He was drilling me good, our bodies making that wet slapping like two pieces of meat.  The same sound as when the guy I picked up in the night club, Joe, fucked me on the living room sofa.

"My cock is feeling good, Mrs. Clark."

"Keep fucking me Chris, I'm about to cum."

"God what a good fuck you are, Mrs.Clark."

"Oh, yes, you're doing me good.  Fuck me Chris.  Fuck my cunt as hard as you can!"  I felt a wild tingling sensation emanate out from vagina through my breasts to top of my head and the tip of my toes.  My body began to writhe below Chris as I was overtaken by an intense orgasm.

Chris's young body began to shake as he thrust into me harder and harder until until his cock froze in deep thrust and he shuddered violently.  I could feel him erupting inside me, filling the condom with his fresh hot semen.

I wrapped arms tight around his shuddering body and held him until he relaxed completely.

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes.  "God, that was incredible, Mrs. Clark.  That was wilder than I ever imagined it could be."

"Yes, that was a good fuck, Chris.  You made me feel really good."

"You're the sexist woman I have ever met."

"I'm glad that an old lady like me could still be desirable to a young man like you."

"You're are very desirable, Mrs. Clark.  I want to fuck you all the time.  I want to fuck you every day."

"Well, you know we can't Chris.  That would be wrong.  We need to keep this experience just between us, OK?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, you're right.  I won't ever tell anyone what we did.  I'll just dream about it for the rest of my life."

"That's a good boy, Chris," I smiled motherly at him.  "Now let's get dressed."

We gathered up your clothes and put them back on.  I walked Chris to the front door.  We kissed a final time.

"Thank you Mrs. Clark, for giving me the best experience of my life."

"Thank you Chris, for an incredibly good fuck."

As I watched the young man get into his car and drive away I thought that although we couldn't have a relationship that perhaps we would bump into each other again...

Bumping (repeatedly) into my daughter's friend - Part 3

This was an unusual experience for me, having a limber 18-year-old penis in my mouth.

It had started out almost normal; I went to the drug store to buy more condoms, which I had going through very fast since hitting the dating scene again after separating from my cheating husband.  On the way to the checkout I bumped into Chris, a friend of my daughter since middle school.

I then made a decision to cross a moral line that I can't believe I crossed.  I invited this just-barely adult young man, who had known me since puberty, to my house, where I quickly steered the conversation to sex and ordered him to masturbate while I striped naked in front of him.

He had just cum all over, a tactic I purposely employed so that the eager young man would last longer when I actually fucked him.  I learned this when I recently fucked 22-year-old Matt.

I then licked the spilled cum off of his body and cock and was now sucking on him to get him hard again.

Chris moaned as I tossed his limp dick around the inside of my mouth with my tongue.  I massaged his balls and gave a long hard suck.  There it is.  I could feel his member coming to life once more.  I wrapped my lips around the head and pressed my tongue firmly against his sweet spot.  I moved it up and down and could feel the blood rushing in, making him stiff once more.

"Oh yes Mrs. Clark, that feels so good."

I lifted my head and smiled.  "Am I a good cock sucker, Chris?"

"You're an excellent cock sucker."

"Your cock is starting to get real hard.  Are you going to be ready to fuck me soon?"

"Oh yes, I'm going to be ready to fuck you hard, Mrs. Clark."

"That's what I want," I winked and then went back down on him.  I worked his tool from scrotum to head with mouth, hands, and tongue until he had a raging hard-on.

I stood up and asked, "How would you like to eat my pussy?"

"Oh, I would definitely love to eat your pussy, Mrs. Clark."

"OK, lift me up on the table."

It felt good as the young man placed his hands on my waist and lifted my butt onto the kitchen table.  He got down on his knees as I spread my legs in front of him.

"Can I tell you what I like?" I asked.

"Yes, I want to learn how to make you feel real good."

"I'm sure you'll do wonderful." I was already tingling in anticipation of Chris's face in my crotch.  "Luckily I shaved my pussy this morning so you can see what you're doing.  Let me tell you what I call the parts so we'll be clear.  Notice the two folds of skin on each side,"

"They're beautiful."

"Those are my labia.  Labia majora," I said, running my fingers along the outer folds, "and labia minora," pointed to the inner folds.  "I have what's known as an 'outy' because my inner lips stick out as you can see."

"I can see; your pussy is wonderful, Mrs. Clark."

"Between my inner lips," I continued, spreading them with my fingers, "Is my vestibule.  The hole near the bottom is, of course, my vagina, where I'm sure you're aching to stick your cock."

"Yes, I want to fuck you so much it hurts."

"All in good time, young man.  This next part is very important.  Do you see the little hood at the top of my inner lips?"

He nodded eagerly.

"That's my clitoria hood.  Inside the hood, is my clitoris, my clit.  That's the spot where I get most of my stimulation."

"Let me stimulate your clit."

"It's better if we work into it.  Shall we begin?"

Chris's eyes were huge as he smiled and nodded.

"Take your closed mouth and move your lips up and down my pussy lips, tracing along the outer and then the inner."

I was struck with a jolt of pleasure as Chris obliged.

"Yes, that's good, Chris.  Now trace the same pattern with your tongue, but don't hit my clit yet."

Chris was good boy, doing exactly as he was told.  It felt very nice as he traced his tongue around the folds of my vagina.

"Now put your tongue on my clit.  Mmmm. Yes.  Wiggle it around.  That's it.  Now back down around my lips.  That's nice.  Now press your tongue hard on my clit.  Good, so good.  Now back down and find the opening to my vagina with your tongue and push it inside me."

He probed me and soon found my opening.  A warm excitement rushed out from the spot as I felt him opening me up and going inside.  I was almost trembled as his tongue penetrated a half inch into me.

"That's great Chris, tongue fuck me baby.  Mmmm, nice.  Now switch back to my clit.  Yes, suck it good.  Mmmm.  Now I want you to suck each of my pussy lips.  That's it baby, you're making me feel so good.  Yes, keep it moving.  Mmmm, yes, yes, fuck yes.  Don't forgot my clit.  Maybe spend half of your time on it and then do all that other stuff to me.  That's it.  Yes.  That's what I like.  You're eating me real good, Chris.  God that feels good.  You're good young pussy eater."

After a few more minutes my pussy was hot.  It needed a hard cock deep inside.

"I'm ready Chris.  I'm ready for you to fuck me.  Are you ready to fuck me Chris?"

Chris lifted his face from my pussy, looked up with juice all over his checks, mouth, and nose.  He stood up, his rock-hard young cock pointing up at a 45 degree angle.

"Yes Mrs. Clark, I would like to fuck you now."

Bumping (repeatedly) into my daughter's friend - Part 2

I was at the drug store buying condoms had bumped into Chris, one of my daughter's now adult friends from middle school and high school.  I invited him to my house for coffee.  As we sat chatting in the kitchen the conversation suddenly moved into adult territory.

"I always thought you were a really hot MILF," Chris said.

"You think I'm a MILF?  That stands for Mom I'd like to Fuck.  Are you saying that you'd like to fuck me?"

"Um," he said, obviously not expecting his friend's mom to say something like that.

I leaned forward so that he would get a good view of my cleavage.  "Are you saying that you would like to stick your hard young cock into my middle-aged pussy and fuck me?"  I tried to look stern but I could feel my insides tingling as this nasty talk got me horny.

Chris took the bait.  His eyes dropped as stared at my breasts.  "Yes, Mrs. Clark, I would absolutely love to fuck you.  You are such a beautiful, sexy woman, I have wanted to fuck you for as long as I can remember."

I considered telling him to call me Diana but it was very much a turn on to hear him address me formally as we were about to become intimate.

"Show me your cock," I ordered.

Again he was surprised, but quickly regained composer.  "Yes maim.  Here it is Mrs. Clark." He uzipped his jeans and took out his smooth seven-inch penis.

I got down on my knees in front of him and started to stroke his penis. It was already quite hard.  "Oh yes," I said, still sounding stern, "I would like you to fuck me with this handsome cock of yours."

"That would be awesome Mrs. Clark."

I stood up and took a step backward. "Take all your clothes off," I commanded.

Chris eagerly replied and within seconds his shoes, socks, pants, shirt, and underwear were lying on my kitchen floor.  He stood in front of me, his erection pointing up.

"Sit down for a minute, Chris, I want to ask you a question."

"Sure Mrs. Clark," he said, looking at me with eager lust.

"Chris, have you ever jacked off while thinking about me?"

He was surprised for a second and then smiled.  "Mrs. Clark, I have jacked off to you at least a hundred times.  When I would come over here to watch movies with Johanna I would be looking at you, memorizing every curve of your body. Then that night I would jack off thinking about how much I wanted to fuck you.

"One time," he continued, "You came to our school play and sat in the front row wearing a sexy skirt like the one you have on now.  You had your awesome legs crossed.  I kept staring at you throughout the play.  Then I jacked off for the next two weeks with your image burned into my mind." He grinned as he relived that time in his mind.

"Oh!" He exclained, suddenly remembering something else.  "There was that time we all went to Water World and I saw you in a bathing suit.  I had to use all my focus to keep from popping a woody in my suit that everyone could see.  I couldn't wait to get home, run up to my room, and pound one off in your honor."

"I'm very flattered Chris.  It makes me feel good to know an old lady like me can inspire such lust in an attractive young man."  I looked down at his rock hard cock as stood before him with my high heels, black skirt, white blouse.  "I want to see you do it right now."

"What, you mean jack off?"

"Yes," I said, "I want to see you jacking off as I strip naked in front of you."

"Ok."  Chris wrapped his hand around his boner and began to stroke.

I began to slowly unbutton my blouse watching as Chris choked the chicken.  His eyes grew wide

I slipped off my blouse and dropped it next to the pile of Chris' clothes. I reached behind and unsnapped my bra and slowly slipped the straps off my shoulders.

Chris beat his meat faster in eager anticipation of seeing my tits.

"You've probably imagined my naked breasts many times; I hope they live up to your expectations." I took off my bra and dropped in onto my blouse. I threw out my chest for his inspection. ...

"Oh God, they're so beautiful," he moaned as he polished his knob with glistening pre-cum.  "More awesome than I ever imagined.  So big, so luscious, you have the perfect breasts, Mrs. Clark.  May I touch them?"

"Yes you may."  God this was getting me hot; I really wanted to fuck this kid.  But I wanted to savor every moment and draw the experience out as long as possible.  That was why I was having him jack off in front of me.  I figured if he came first then I could get him hard again and have him last a long time inside of me.

Chris began to clumsily grope my right breast with his left hand as he continued to pound his pud with his right.  His thumb found my nipple and rubbed it, making it hard.  He then fondled my left breast made it's nipple stiff.  He leaned forward and put his mouth on my right breast, kissing and sucking it while feeling up the left and still stroking his cock.

"That feels so nice, Chris," I whispered in his ear.  "I'm really going to enjoy fucking you, young man."

"I can't believe this is happening, Mrs. Clark.  I've dreamed about this for years."

I stepped back, turned around, and bent over.  "Unzip my skirt," I ordered.

Chris tried to undo the clasp with one hand, but had to stop jacking and used both to get it open.  He pulled the zipper down.

I turned around and started slipping my skirt down.  I noticed that Chris had not resumed stroking his cock.  "Please continue," I said.

"But I'm about ready to squirt."

"I want to see it," I said.  "Don't worry, you will definitely get to fuck my pussy too.  I just want to see what it looks like when you masturbate thinking of me."

He started stroking his bishop again.

I slid my black skirt down over my thighs, revealing my sheer black lack panties.  The skirt dropped down around my heels.  I slid thumbs under the waistband of my panties and stretched them forward, allowing Chris to peek at my pussy.  I turned around wiggled my butt, then slowly pulled the panties down to show him my naked ass.  I could hear his breath, heavy and short, and the rapid pounding of his meat.

I pulled my panties all the way down to my heels, bending over with my ass in his face, then stepped out of them and turned around  to show him my pussy.

"Oh God yes," he moaned.  "You are so beautiful Mrs. Clark.  You body is incredibly hot.  God I want to fuck so much."

"I want to fuck you too, Chris," I said as I pulled chair over in front of him, sat down, and spread my legs wide open.  "Do you like my pussy?  Does it look like a good pussy to fuck?"

That was all he could take.  His whole body jerk and a fountain of white gooey cum erupted from his cock.  Just as I had planned.  We got the first adolescent squirt out of the way and now he was ready to love me long time.
He had made quite a mess, with cum running down his cock into a big puddle in his lap. There was long streak running down the middle of his chest. I leaned forward and licked it off, savoring the hot goey goodness.
"Did you like jacking off in front of me?" I asked.
"That was awesome, Mrs. Clark. It felt so good to jack off while watching you strip. You can't imagine how sexy I think you are." He looked my body over from the high heels I still had on, up my legs, lingering on my pussy, over my stomach to my bare breasts and finally locking onto my eyes. "You made me cum more than I think ever have before."
"I can see that. Let me clean that up for you," I said, getting down on my knees and starting to lick the cum off his cock.


Continued...

Bumping (repeatedly) into my daughter's friend

I was at the drug store buying more condoms since I was going through them pretty fast.  I was heading to the register with a box of Trojan Max when I heard someone say, "Hi Mrs. Clark."

It was Chris, one of Johanna's friends since middle school.

"Hi Chris, how are you are?"  I tried to conceal the embarrassment of being caught red-handed holding a box of rubbers.

"I"m good.  "How is Johanna liking UNC?"

"She loves it."  I noticed his eyes scanning my body, then suddenly got big and quickly look away when he spotted the condoms. "What are you doing now?" I asked.

"I'm going to community college to learn computers."

"Well good for you." I noticed that Chris had developed into a beefy young man with a rugged jaw, cut arms, and a flat stomache.  My eyes wandered to his crotch where I noticed a nicely shaped bulge.  I looked up quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed me checking him out.  I had nothing to worry about; his eyes were locked on my breasts.

"So, Mrs. Clark, you're an empty nester now, huh?"

"Even more than you would think.  Johanna's dad and I have split up."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Yes it was disappointing.  However I've gotten over it and I'm starting to move on."

"Good for you."  His eyes darted to the Trojans and away.  I could see the wheels turning in his head as he put two and two together and realized I was out having sex with other men.

"Chris, did you know that I'm an accounting manager and I work with a lot of computer people?"

"Yeah, right, I remember that."

"If you want to have coffee sometime I'd love to tell you all about corporate life."

"That would be nice."

Now I was at a turning point.  It was almost like a cartoon where I had a little angle on one shoulder and a horny little devil on the other.  The angel reminded me that I had known this kid almost since puberty and as the mother of one of his friends I was a figure of trust and authority in his life I should not be doing anything improper with him.

However, the horny devil pointed out, Chris was now 18 and legally an adult.  He was a very attractive young man with a killer young body.  I was pretty sure that he had the hots for me as well and I could give him an experience that he would remember his whole life.

Should I be good or should I be bad?  I'd been good my whole life; today I would be bad.

"Are you busy right now, Chris?  There's a Starbucks down the street.  Or maybe we can just go over to my house, it's even closer..."

"Sure Mrs. Clark, I'd love to go your house and ... talk about stuff."



Chris followed me over to my house where I led him into the kitchen and served us coffee.  Chris seemed very nervous, but also excited.  His hands were slightly trembling as he took the cup I offered him.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Chris?"

"No, I don't."

"I'm surprised, you're a very handsome young man."

"I have trouble talking to girls."

"Let me give you some pointers then."

"Ok."

"When a girl smiles at you that means she's interested and you can talk to her."  I smiled sweetly at him.

"And what do I say?"

"Just be yourself.  Say 'Hi,' introduce yourself.  And women love compliments. Tell her how pretty she is."

"Well, you're very pretty, Mrs. Clark."

"Thank you.  You see, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Well, you are one of the best looking moms I know."

"Thanks again.  At my age it really makes me feel good that a cute young man like yourself finds me attractive.

"I always thought you were a really hot MILF," Chris said.

"You think I'm a MILF?  That stands for Mom I'd like to Fuck.  Are you saying that you'd like to fuck me?"


Continued...

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I may never go back

"Would you like to come in?" I asked, and suddenly realized I was more nervous than I had been in a long time.

"Absolutely," Derek responded enthusiastically, "I would love to, Diana."

Since separating from my cheating husband I had been out with many different guys, many of whom, like Derek, I had meet online.  As a middle-aged empty-nester, suddenly single for the first time in almost 30 years, I saw no need for games.  I was not looking for a new relationship.  I am successful, profession woman and need no man to take care of me financially.  Men still find me attractive, so, especially in the age of online dating, I have no trouble finding dates.  No need to be in a relationship to stave off loneliness.

When I date it is for one reason only: fun.  After being with only one man all my adult life I now had a lot of fun to make up for.  I've learned that it is fun to meet a new man.  To go out on a first date, learn about him, experience another personality; to interact with someone who's responses are not familiar and predictable.

I now find myself addicted to the thrill of the first.  First touch. First kiss.  First fuck.

It is so exciting the first time I am with a man; discovering his unique lovemaking technique as he stimulates my erogenous zones and seeing his individual response as I stimulate his.  Seeing a man's penis for the first time was like unwrapping a present.  And feeling that penis inside me for the first time was a rush that I now craved like a drug.

Which is why when a man invites me to his place, or I invite a man into my house, it was almost certain he was about to get laid.

So why now were my hands almost shaking as I unlocked my front door and invited Derek inside?  It was because tonight was another first for me.

Derek was black.

I'm not at all racist; I treat everyone the same and don't think about color at all.  Except now that I'm about to become intimate with Derek I can't help but think about how he is different from all the other men I've been with.

"This is a nice home you have," said Derek.

"Thank you," I replied as I led him into the living room.  "Please, sit down." I indicated the sofa. "May I get you something to drink?"

"No thank you, I'm fine." Derek smiled, showing his bright white teeth. "I think I'll just sit here and drink in your beauty." He looked me up and own as he took his place on the couch.

I was wearing a green dress that came down just above my knees. The top was straight cut showing only the top of my cleavage.  I was wearing a string of pearls and open toed black three-inch heels.

"Thanks." I returned his smile as I checked him out. I could see his clearly defined physique outlined beneath his polo shirt.  He crossed his legs man-style, ankle on knee, and I looked at the crotch of his khaki slacks and wondered if the stereotype was true; was he packing a big black sausage in his pants?

I sat down beside him.  "So, Derek, you have some nice biceps.  Do you lift?"

"About three times a week." He flexed his muscle and I gave it a squeeze.  "How about yourself, Diana?  What do you do to keep your body looking so fine?"

"Aerobics and yoga," I answered.

"Yoga, eh?  You must be flexible!" He grinned.

"I do OK for an old lady..."

"Oh, you're not old.  You are one hot woman."  He looked me up and down again.  "Mmm, yes; damn hot!"

"Thanks," I smile and then leaned towards him.  Derek leaned in too and I was kissing my first black man.  He was a good kisser.  His lips were bigger, but otherwise not much different than kissing a white guy.

I put one hand on his shoulder and the other one his waist and got a good feel of his body as we continued to kiss.

His hands began exploring my body as well.  It felt good to have his strong hand on my bare thigh.  He began feeling up my thigh to the hem of my dress.  "Your skin is so soft and beautiful.  Like cream."

"I like the way your skin feels too, Derek."

"I have to admit, I do love white women.  What about you, baby?  Do you date a lot of brothers?"

"Um," I began, feeling slightly uncomfortable, "you are the first black man I've dated.  It's not that I've avoided black men, but I've just recently started dating.  I was married to my high school sweetheart, so I didn't have any experience with any other men of any type until I separated from my husband."

"So, I'm your first black experience, eh?"

I nodded.

"Too bad you picked the only black man with a small dick."

"That's not why I went out with you Derek."  Although I had to admit to myself I was a bit disappointed to hear him say that.

"I'm just kidding.  I'll be able to give you the full black experience, if that's what you're after."

"I'm just after a good time.  That's why I date, to have a variety of experiences that I didn't have all those years I was married," I said, starting to feel more comfortable.  And horny.

"So you're one of those girls that goes all the way on the first date?" Derek grinned.

"I don't feel any need to play games.  I'm not looking for a relationship.  I don't need approval from anyone.  I just want to have fun and so I see no advantage to me in holding out."

"Oh baby, you are my dream date.  A beautiful, sexy, white woman ready to take her first black cock."

"Well, I like sex just as much as a man does, so why pretend to be all prim and proper?  You want it, I want it, so let's do it!"

"Shall we go someplace more comfortable for your BBC injection?"

"BBC?"  I hadn't heard that term before.

Derek grinned.  "Big Black Cock, baby! You want I should whip it out right now?"

I laughed.  "Let's go up to my bedroom."  I stood up and led Derek up stairs to the master bedroom I had shared with my husband for so many years and now had recently fucked so many new guys.  Joe, Bill, Ted, and Matt  had made the springs squeak of the bed my husband John and I had picked together out ten years earlier.  The same bed where I caught him cheating on me just a few weeks ago.  The same bed where he had cheated on me many times.

And now I would bring the score one closer with Derek.

"Nice bed," Derek said.  "Shall we give it a good workout."  He grabbed me and kissed me hard before I could answer.  He reached behind, found the zipper to my dress, and pulled it down.

I helped him get my arms out the sleeves as we continued to kiss.  I pulled his shirt up and over his head.  We resumed kissing as he undid my bra and I undid his pants.

Then we both stepped back and I took off my heels as Derek took off his shoes and socks.  Then I watched him take off his pants.  My heart was pounding with anticipation.  Here we were, me wearing only my panties and he in black silk boxer shorts.  Black silk boxers with a really big bulge.

"You ready to see it?"

"Let me get closer."  I walked up, kissed him, then dropped down unto my knees, my face at crotch level.  I looked up, smiled into Derek's face, then grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled down.  "Oh my," I exclaimed.  I was definitely going to be in for an experience.  Derek was only about halfway erect, but I could already see that he had a big piece of meat.

Of course I was no stranger to the big cock.  For almost 30 years my husband, John, gave it to me with his decent-sized seven-incher.  Ken, the first man I fucked after separating from my husband, had a nice eight inch cock, that hurt a bit going in, mainly because I wasn't warmed up properly.  But that was nothing compared to Ted who had an eleven-inch fuck-plunger.  It took quite an effort to get him all the way inside me.

Even though Derek was not all the way hard, I could see that his Action Jackson was easily going to be longer than Ken, and although he might not break Ted's record for length he had every other man I'd been with beat in terms of thickness.

Derek was grinning down at me.  "It's not too late to change your mind if that too much meat for your love tunnel."

"No, I definitely want you to try drive this shaft deep into my love tunnel," I said, "but let me get it ready for action."

I had to open my mouth wide to fit Derek's beef bazooka inside.  I never had so much cock in my mouth before.  I barely had room to moved my tongue as I sucked and titillated his Big Johnson.

It came to life quickly and I actually had to raise my head to follow its rise to full attention.  I stroked his shaft and licked all the way down to his balls and back.  I pulled my head back to get a good look at the full length of his big black cock.  It was a beauty.  Not as long Ted's; I would estimate just under ten inches, but it was thick.  At a full three fingers thick this was going to be the biggest hunk of man meat ever to go into my pussy.  I put it back into my mouth and sucked some more.  It was rock hard.

"You sure are beautiful, Diana" said Derek.  "I just love looking down and seeing your pretty face sucking on my cock."

"I feel like a big mouth bass sucking on this anaconda you have here."

Derek laughed.  "Let's start getting you warmed up so I can fit my snake into your little white hole."

I stood up, slipped off my panties, lay down on the bed, and opened my legs wide.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Derek exclaimed, "I love a shaved white pussy."  He climbed onto the bed, moved his face down to my crotch, and said, "this is one sweet oyster you have, baby!"  Then he began to eat me.

And eat me well he did; I could feel the pleasant tingles starting right away.  His thick lips felt good pressed against my pussy lips.  His tongue moved expertly all around, probing, seeking, titillating.  He wiggled it against my clit, then slid down my slit and pressed against my opening.

"Oh, yes, Derek," I moaned, "you are so good at eating pussy."

"You have one delicious pussy, Babe."  As he continued to eat me he took his finger, rubbed around my wet opening and then slipped it inside me.

"Mmm, yes."  It felt wonderful to have his strong finger inside my while he licked my clit and labia.  I could feel him push in further until the whole length of his finger was inside.

He banged away while focusing his mouth on my clit.

My pussy was starting to feel real good.  I could feel my juices flowing, my vagina relaxing, getting ready to take in Derek's enormous cock.  In fact, his finger fucking made me long for a real cock inside.

Derek then took two fingers and worked them into my hole.  I felt my vaginal walls yield as Derek banged me and licked.  He sucked on my clit as he fingers went in past the second knuckle.  He moved them around inside and I realized what he was doing.  Derek was pre-stretching my pussy to fit his fat black cock.  He removed his two fingers and then put his ring, middle, and index fingers together.

I was now quite excited thinking about Derek's fat cock.  There was no pain at all as my opening stretched to admit his three fingers.  I was actually feeling the beginnings of an orgasm in my clitoris from the oral stimulation Derek administered.  My pussy was tingling too as the first knuckles went inside.

"Derek," I said, "I'm ready for you fuck me."

"You're ready for your first black cock?"  Derek laughed as he got up on his knees on the bed.  His boner had waned slightly.

I sat up and moved my head close to his thick black sausage.  "Let's get this nice and hard."  I wrapped my hand around his heavy shaft and began jacking him off.  It felt like a tree branch in my hand.  I put the head into my mouth and sucked.  With my other hand I stroked his balls.

"Oh baby, you make my black cock feel so damn good," Derek exclaimed.

I could feel the blood pulsing and his cock getting harder. Very quickly he was rock hard once more.  I sat back, feeling butterflies in my stomach, because now it was about to happen; it was time for Derek to stick his big black cock into my pussy.  I grabbed a condom from the drawer in the night stand.

"That's not going to work, babe," Derek said.  "Here, I brought my own."  He reached into his pants pocket and brought out his own condom.  "Extra large, baby!"  He tore open and rolled it down his shaft.

I lay back with my knees bent and spread apart.  I watched with nervous excitement as Derek moved his large muscular frame between my legs.

"Damn, you are one sexy lady," Derek remarked, looking my naked body up and down.

"Thanks; you have pretty nice body yourself," I replied, admiring his well-cut physique with bulging biceps, deltoids, and pecs.

Derek smiled and leaned towards me, holding himself up with one arm and using his other hand to guide his penis to my vagina.

I felt a jolt of excitement when his cock made contact.  It grew into a warm, pleasant sensation as he rubbed it against me.  Then I felt my opening stretch as he pressed his tip against.  My excitement was now mixed with trepidation; I wondered if this was going to hurt.  I felt him pushing more. So far, so good; my pussy had been sufficiently warmed up.  I felt myself opening easily and accepting more of his massive manhood.  I looked down at my pussy and was surprised to see the entire head of Derek's cock in me already.  I watched him slowly, gently push it in deeper and felt his hotness move down my love tunnel.

Derek paused and looked into my eyes.  "You doing OK?"

I nodded.  "Feeling no pain."

"Yeah, so you liking the BBC so far?"

"I'm loving the BBC.  I want more of it.  I want it all, Derek."

"Then I'm going in deep." He put his other hand beside me so that he was in the push up position above me. He began to slowly move in and out.

I could feel him deeper and deeper inside me with each inward stroke until I felt his balls slap just below my vagina.  He was in all way.

"This is so fucking nice," Derek said as he increased the speed and length of his strokes."Your sweet white pussy is so tight.  Damn it feels good to fuck you."

"It feels good to fuck you too." I meant it. Never had a man filled me like this. Even though Ted's cock was longer, Derek's was fat and I could feel him all the way down to my cervix. It felt like I really had a solid hunk of man meat moving inside me.

Derek lowered himself down onto his elbows so he could kiss me.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his strong back and kissed him back passionately.  We kept on kissing and we kept on fucking.  I felt Derek driving into me faster and harder.  I wrapped my legs him.  My entire body moved with every thrust. This went on for several minutes.  We kissed and we fucked.  We fucked and kissed.

Derek's cock was really making me feel good.  Because he fit so tight inside me it pulled on my entire vulva as he thrust so that I felt it in my clit.  I could feel that warm tingly feeling that meant an orgasm was on its way.  I unwrapped my legs from Derek's body and put my feet on the bed, then adjusted the position of my body for maximum clitoral stimulation as Derek's fat cock steadily pumped my pussy.

We were still kissing while we fucked but now I started to moan as the pleasure grew and grew.

"Oh, baby," said Derek as he paused in his kissing.  "Are you feeling good?"

"Mmm, yes."

"Is the big black cock gonna make you cum?"

"Mmm, yes"

"It feels real good baby.  Your pussy fits me like a glove."

"Your cock is so big and hard.  Mmm, yes, so good.  Keep fucking me like that."  I really was getting close.  Each powerful thrust of his giant pleasure pumper sent tingles through my body.  I reached down and fingered my clit to bring myself home.

"Oh yes, Diana, it feels so good.  You are one hot fucking MILF."

 "Give it to me."  I was feeling real good now.  "Give it to me Derek, I love your big black cock."

"Oh, God, yes, I love your little white pussy."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"  I could feel my heart racing as Derek drove his huge rod into me again and again.  Then my body trembled and I could feel the contractions starting.

"Oh yes, I feel it baby!" Derek yelled.  "I feel your pussy squeezing my cock."  He adjusted his angle and fucked me with fresh new energy.  "Squeeze it baby!  Squeeze my big black cock with your sweet pussy."

All I could do is moan while the orgasm took me to a new place.

"Now I'm going to cum," Derek announced.  "Girl, hang on tight because I'm going to hammer your little snapper!"  Derek's strong arms squeezed tightly around my body as he began to fuck me with all his might.  There was a loud smacking sound as his flesh slammed against mine.  The bed was loudly squeaking and the headboard banged against the wall.

I had never been fucked like this before in my life.  I was really getting slammed but there was no pain, only intense, all-consuming pleasure.

Just as I thought my wildly shaking bed was going break apart Derek suddenly thrust even deeper into me and held it.  I could feel his cock contracting inside the rubber inside my vagina.  It went on for many seconds as he pumped what must have been a massive load of cum out of his cock.

"Oh baby, baby, baby, yes!"  He shouted.

His whole body went limp and I felt his full weight on top of me.  It was pleasant to have his large frame draped over my naked body, still tingling from that incredible orgasm.

We both lay still for a couple of minutes.  Then Derek got up, held the condom at the base of his cock as he slid it out of my pussy.  He removed the rubber and held it up to show that indeed he had a large ejaculation, filling the bottom about an inch deep.  "Damn girl, you drained me!"  He dropped the condom into the trash.

"You gave me a pretty good workout as well."

"Yeah?  So you liked your first black cock?"

"I loved it."  I looked down at his manhood.  It was starting to droop; the cum glistened all along his shaft.  I got up and bent my head down.  "Let me clean this off."  I put my mouth around the tip and sucked the cum off.

"Oh yeah baby, that's good."  He said as I licked all the cum off his shaft.

I then laid a big kiss on him and he kissed me back passionately.  Then we both began to get dressed.

"I'm glad I went out with you, Derek.  This was a truly epic experience."

"I know this is a cliche, but, now that you've gone black..."

"I may never go back.  I definitely want to see you again, Derek."