THE POOL..
By Wally - 05/99
Even in the Colorado dry-air climate, I was still doin’ a bit of old fashioned sweating! I had only been at the pool for about half an hour... catchin’ some rays... and I was HOT! As was my habit, to keep from getting too roasted on one side, I turned over, like a rotisserie... onto my back and put my sunglasses back on. I was totally alone, which was a bit of a change from the usual routine of anywhere from five to fifteen little kids whoopin’, hollerin’, running, diving, and splashing around. But, then again school started earlier this year... and this was the first day. Our condo complex pool is only open from Memorial Day through Labor Day, and this was already just past mid-August. I was enjoying the solitude, but at the same time, missing the “scenery” I’d been enjoying for the past few weeks. The viewing pleasure was in the form of a well rounded woman who really filled out her one-piece swimsuit. She’d usually visited her mom on weekdays during the summer, and would bring her three kids so they could romp in the pool. A couple of times, even the dad would be with them. No matter how crowded the pool area happened to be, there was only one target for my eyes, the visiting lady who, to me, oozed sexy appeal.I was in my mid fifties, and ever since I took disability retirement from the government, I rarely got out and about, mainly due to the sharp reduction in my income. So, to kill time, and get out of the house and take a break from this damn computer addiction, I decided to catch a little sun for an hour or so during the weekdays, when the wife was at work. Starting in June, I’d put on my swim trunks, grab a towel walk the fifty yards to the pool to just lay out. I’d take a cold drink and a book or magazine, and select a spot away from where most of the folks and the kids were. As a result of this time each day, I’d acquired a nice little tan, and more importantly, got to really relax. Relaxing has always been nearly impossible for me, as my mind is constantly thinking... always in high gear.
About two weeks ago this woman with the kids, came to the pool, and her body was immediately both noticed, and appreciated by these tired old eyes. From habit, every time I’d hear someone unlock the gate to the area, I’d glance in that direction, and then close my eyes, or go back to reading. Then, that day I heard the gate, and cut my half opened eyes that way... saw these three kids ranging in age from about seven to eleven, coming in. I started to shut my eyes again, when I caught a glimpse of the mom (and her mom) following them. Now, I’m here to tell ya, that my eyes did NOT close! I guessed the mom to be about 36, and her mom to be around 60. Except for the obvious difference in their ages, the had almost identical figures, though the grandma was a little plumper, and naturally her tits, hips, and ass weren’t quite as firm. But, it was on the mom’s body that my pupils were locked.
She stood about five-five, and as I said, she had a “mature” figure, meaning she probably weighed around 170-175, but, SHEEEIIIITTTTTTT, most of those pounds were in exactly the right places. Gazing at her walking in wearing a mostly orange floral suit, my cock started stirring almost immediately. I couldn’t get over her ass... the way it completely filled that part of the material... nearly to the point of over-flowing. As far as I could judge from where I was, about 75 feet away, her tits were very, very sexy, without being really large. However, her thighs, hips, and buttocks more than made up for it. She had a very pretty face, with medium length reddish hair, and a fair complexion. When looking at her face, her lips were the first thing I noticed, they were full and very sultry, the kind you wish you could just mash yours against. Of course, when I looked at her ass... I wanted to do the very same thing, just mash my lips against it... and my face... and my rapidly-hardening cock. The way the mounds flowed outward at the rear and sides was nothing short of mag-fucking-nificent! I loved to watch her when she got into the pool, and I loved it more when she got out, all wet, with that suit clinging even more tightly to the generous curves of her ass, and could even see her nipples protruding against the material.
Oh well, I watched her that day, and stayed quite a bit longer than my normal time, which meant several turns from back to stomach... and vice versa. When I was on my back, I couldn’t read, as my magazine was needed on top of my crotch to try to camouflage my erection. When I was on my stomach, I was pressing my cock into the ground, just trying to imagine it was her body. Shit! I HAD to stay ‘til they left, otherwise my hard-on would have been very noticeable as I walked by her.
The next day, there was considerably more bounce in my step as I walked to the pool, hoping that I’d get another visual treat. YESSSSS! She arrived at almost the same time, this time with just her kids. That day, I lusted after her ass so damn much... that as soon as I got back into the apartment, with a picture of her etched in my mind, I just had to jackoff. She was there every weekday, and I ogled every weekday. I mean, hell, if I had both legs broken, I’d have hobbled down there on crutches, just to watch her. Sometimes she’d be with her mom, sometimes without her, and a couple of times her husband joined the party.
Then came this day, when I knew school had just started, and she wouldn’t be coming to visit mom and the pool any more this year. I found my usual spot and laid out in the mid-morning sun, and actually dozed off for a little while. The clank of the gate shutting awakened me, and out of that habit I turned my head that way. What I saw made me think I was still asleep and dreaming. Walking toward me was this same body I’d been fucking in my mind for over two weeks. Today she had on a light purple one-piece swimsuit, and was carrying her purse and a towel... and the amazing thing was, she kept walking TOWARD me! She got right up to where I was laying, looked down and said,
“Hi!! Nice and quiet here today, isn’t it?”
I’ve always been very shy, especially in initial one-on-one contacts with a women, so I just mumbled out something like..
“Uhhhhh... Hi. Yep, sure is.”
“Mind if I lay down here? No sense in only two people being here... and being so far apart, like we have leprosy, or somethin’.”
“N-N-N-No.... n-n-not at all.”
She proceeded to bend over and spread her towel on the grass which surrounds the concrete. While doing that, I was treated to a brief look at her tits as they hung inside the suit top, and a pair of very delicious looking nipples, which I could almost swear were erect.
“Besides, I almost feel as if I know you... since I’ve been seeing you here everyday for awhile.”
My next words blurted out, and not with quite the tone I intended.
“Yeah, and I’ve sure been noticing you, too.”
Damn!! Why did I say it like that, ‘cause for all I knew, her mom could be coming in the area at any second?
“I’m sure glad that school finally started again, now I can try to regain a bit of my sanity, and enjoy doing some of the things that I wanna do.”
She said this, while getting down on the beach towel and lying on her stomach, extending to me, a very close-up view of that terrific plump ass straining at the purple spandex. And view it, I did, it appeared to be one hell of an ass, much, much sexier than it had appeared at a distance. I found myself staring at the nice round mounds of flesh, and the hint of the crevice that separates them. Ah yes!! That crevice!! I could only imagine and visualize what it would be like to peel that suit from her ass, grasp each supple cheek, parting them slightly and .....
“I think I’d better go.”
Those words jerked me back to reality, and the realization that she had been watching my appraisal of her, ah, ASSets. While I was
trying my damnedest to stutter some sort of explanation, she was getting up, with towel and purse in her hands.“I’m very sorry, “ I mumbled, “I really didn’t mean to stare, and I’m even sorrier if I offended you.”
I too, got up, trying to think of something to say that would undo being caught in the act of admiring the sexiness of her body. However, it soon dawned on me, that my standing only added to the problem, for, in doing so, it became apparent to both of us that I had a huge erection beneath a tent in my trunks that would do a circus proud. I think we both became aware of it at about the same time. I looked down, quickly picked up my magazine and held it in front of me, then looked up to see her that her eyes had been fixed on my crotch. Our eyes met briefly and both of our faces turned beet red.
“Like I said, I’d better go now.” She said as she quickly turned and started walking away.
“B-B-But.... will you b-b-be coming back?” I stammered
“I really don’t know.”
“I don’t even know your name. I , I, I’m W-Wally.”
“Joan. Bye Wally.”
In spite of the trouble I’d gotten into by looking at her ass so intently, I couldn’t help but stand there with my mouth half open, marveling at the movement of those buttocks as they got farther and farther away. DAMN!!! That was MY kind of ass - a real ass lover's ass, if there ever was one. I like my women’s asses to have a little extra meat on them. Don’t get me wrong, every woman's ass is a thing of beauty... but, to me.. those with an extra inch or so in circumference are that much more sexy. And Joan’s “dairy-aire”, was an ass to die for!!!
That was on a Tuesday, and I went back to the pool on Wednesday and Thursday, strictly in hopes that Joan would miraculously reappear. But alas, my wish was not to be granted. As a result of the past two dismal days, it was a very slow and dejected walk that I took toward the pool gate on Friday morning about ten-thirty. Using my key to unlock the gate, I entered without looking up or around... and headed for “my spot”.
“I was wondering if you were coming this morning.”
The sound of Joan’s voice immediately uplifted my spirits, as I saw her in almost the identical spot, wearing the same purple suit, and in almost the same position as she’d been during my appraisal on Tuesday. In spite of trying not to be so obvious... my pace quickened a bit, and I covered the last few yards in no time. I laid out my beach towel, and said,
“I promise not to embarrass or offend you today, Joan. I’m so glad you came back.”
“Oh, forget it, Wally. I didn’t handle the situation well at all the other day. I mean, hell.. after all, you are a man, and I’ve been around long enough to have a pretty good idea as to what men look at. I would have been very upset... if you had ogled my but like that, had my kids, or my mom been here. But, they weren’t... and, as long as we both remember that I AM a married woman, and have not the slightest desire to be unfaithful, then I guess we can co-exist here at poolside.”
“Great, Joan, thanks for understanding, and I assure you that I’ll use the utmost discretion in viewing your ... er.... ah... very attractive.... ah... anatomy.”
“I know you will, and again, I’m sorry I left in such a huff. That night, my husband had to work late, as usual, and as I lay in bed... I gave the situation a lot more thought. Ever since the first time I came to the pool, I knew you were checking me out. No! No! You weren’t being that obvious about it, but, a woman knows.
“Well, I’d be lyin’ through my teeth if I said I haven’t been. I’ve found you to be incredibly attractive.”
“Do you mean attractive, or do you mean sexy, Wally? Were you admiring me, or were you just trying to mentally strip this suit from my body?”
“Since you’re being so blunt, Joan, I’ll be honest with you and say, both.”
“I figured out why I got so upset. It was because I really did not know how to react to the way you were almost drooling while looking at my butt. You see, I’d been watching you in your almost mesmerized state, for about five minutes. That’s a long time to stare. Well, anyway, you wouldn’t believe how long it’s been since a man looked at my ass in that way. I’ll have to tell you that it really made me feel strange, it gave me a tingle and a sensation in places where I haven’t had them in about twelve years.”
“Joan, Joan, I can’t believe that, you have such an incredible body.. and especially your butt. I can’t believe that I’m the only one who’d want to look at it with lust in their eyes. And I’m so damn bashful, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation. Usually words like this die, unspoken, on my lips.”
“Maybe I’ve attracted so few looks of that nature, that your looking caused those, er, feelings inside me, I just reacted the way society says the typical married woman should react. And, since we’re being so damned honest with each other, when I saw your.... your, bulge. I knew I HAD to leave, and right then. Because, the looks you were giving my ass, were nothing compared to what my seeing the effect I had on your crotch, had on me.”
Joan started to get up....
“And now, Wally, again, I think it’s best I go... best for both of us.”
And, again, before I could get any words to emerge from my open mouth, Joan had gathered up her stuff and started walking toward the gate. And again, I was left standing there speechless, and wondering what the fuck I had said wrong.
I bent to pick up my towel, when I heard a yelp, a very loud OUCH! I looked up to see Joan at the gate, holding a hand that was streaming blood. I hurried to her side, and quickly saw what the problem was. A huge splinter was sticking out of her left thumb. I used the only thing I could think of to help stem the flow of blood, taking a corner of my towel and wrapping it tightly around her thumb, after meticulously removing the offending wooden splinter.
“You need that washed out and some iodine, or something on it, maybe even a stitch. How the hell did it happen, Joan?”
“My mind was whirling with all kinds of thoughts, and I was doing what I’ve been doing all my life, walking away from something I didn’t know how to handle. I just turned the latch-handle, pulled, then grabbed the swinging gate. I don’t want a stitch, but you’re right about me needing it cleaned, and something on it. I guess I’ll go over to momma’s. Is it all right if I take your towel for now?”
“Joan, you come right with me, I only live right up ahead. We can have it washed, and dressed in no time.”
“Well, I guess that’ll be okay. Damn, it’s beginning to throb. Lead the way, Doctor.”
All thoughts of our conversation of just a few minutes ago, were gone, as I led her into the apartment. We went straight to the bathroom where I made her hold her hand under the running water for a few minutes. In spite of the circumstances, I couldn’t help but steal an occasional glance at her body. Tell ya’ll one thing... there is absolutely no prettier sight in the whole fucking world, than a woman in either bra and panties, or in a form-fitting swimsuit. And, Joan’s mature figure was doing far more than just enhancing the purple fabric that encased it. We were in very close proximity, and I was dreamily gazing first at her butt-cheeks, then stealing peeps down the bodice of her suit.
“Uh HUH!! CAUGHTCHA doin’ it again!”
I looked up and so Joan watching me in the mirror. Strangely, this time though, she didn’t appear upset about it, but rather a very slight impish grin was beginning to show. As before, when caught in the act of ogling, I blushed a crimson color.
“Oh.. stop blushing, and don’t feel badly about getting caught wanting your hand in the cookie jar. I’ve come to grips with the fact that, I rather LIKE it!”
As we watched each other’s expressions in the mirror... Joan lowered her eyes just a bit, and I knew that she was watching the growing bulge in my shorts. And a big grin broke across her face...
“And, it’s pretty clear to the eye, that you like what you’re lookin’ at. Right?”
Without answering, I reached down and turned off the water,l patted her hand dry, put a little gob of bacitracin ointment on the wound, and quickly put a good-sized Band-Aid around the thumb.
“Scared to touch that last question? No matter, I need to be gettin’ my butt into gear and get out of here to save us from further blushing.”
In a movement that seemed so natural at that movement, I moved closer and directly behind her. Putting my hands on her shoulders I inched just close enough... so that my hard cock was just grazing her ass. our eyes locked in the mirror and remained that way as I ever-so-slowly moved my hips so that there was no mistaking what was touching and rubbing against her tush.
“Some questions are better answered with actions, Joan. Does this feel as if I like what I’ve been looking at?”
Reaching up, she took each of my hands into hers.. pulling them just over the top of her shoulders and down to hold them palms down on the beginning of the rise of her breasts. As I felt hot flesh... I could also sense a rapid increase in her heartbeat. We continued staring into each others’ eyes, as almost imperceptibly, she moved her buttocks backward to the point that my cock was not just gently grazing her ass, but was firmly pressed against her crevice. My hands gradually moved downward as they took on a small circular caressing motion, moving centimeter by centimeter downward, ‘til they were just under the top of her swim garment. Without relinquishing the moment ... they continued moving downward until at last they could each grasp almost an entire tit in each hand. The thumbs and forefingers came into action then as they found her already huge erect nipples... and began teasing by rubbing, pinching, and pulling them.
Joan’s mouth began to alternate between gasping and moaning... as her hips undulated against my cock. I leaned over and one by one, took each strap of the swimsuit in my teeth and pulled it outward and over her shoulders... so that they fell to her side.. allowing the bodice of the suit to drop... exposing her titties in all their glory. Raising her face upward... and with eyes closing... Joan whispered...
“I do NOT believe this is happening. I CAN’T believe I’m ALLOWING this to be happening. My God!! WHERE is my will-power? WHERE is my common sense? WHY CAN’T I STOP THIS, NOW?”
“Joan, I think you’re starved for attention. I think you AND your body are hungry... hungry for someone to show that they appreciate you.”
My tongue began flicking her ear lobes.. and I began bestowing tiny kisses and licks to her neck... as I murmured....
“I think most of us fall into a rut... some deeper than others. A rut where we tend to take our partners for granted. In our quest for the almighty dollar... and with the hectic pace... we lose track of each other’s needs. It’s only natural that you, and I too, should feel appreciated... to want to hear those seldom-spoken words of praise... to feel that we’re still attractive and sexy. Then again... at times it feels especially satisfying to hear them from someone else, other than your spouse. You wonder if your spouse is merely going through the motions... telling you what you want to hear... butt you know the feeling’s not there.”
Turning in my arms, Joan eyes meet mine... as I feel a hand tentatively grazing the monstrous bulge at my crotch.
“Ummmmmm. This really feels like I’m appreciated. I know I’ve let myself put on too damn many pounds... and I just haven’t had the incentive to try to take ‘em off. I’ve acquired quite the fat ass... and I really don’t understand why you think it’s so sexy... but, I’m so glad you do.”
Her grazing touch of my bulge now turns into a grasping and squeezing, and I pull Joan closer against me... feeling her spiked nipples digging into my lower chest. Reaching behind her, I begin caressing her ass cheeks...
“Baby, I’m not like most other guys. An ass like yours turns me on like no other kind. From the first time I saw it.... all I wanted to do was love it... and make love to it. I’ve wanted to fondle it... hug it... put my face against it and kiss it and lick it all over. I wanted to nibble it... and run my tongue up and down in between your luscious mounds. And to be perfectly honest with you, I wanted to be able to lick your asshole... and maybe even INSIDE it. I fantasized about what it would be like to suck on your titties. After seeing you at the pool... I’d come back here, with your image fresh in my mind, and take my dick in my hand, just as you’re doing now, and...........”
“And jackoff? You mean you’d see me... and come back right here and jackoff while thinking about ME?”
Her hand moved inside my trunks and began a very slow jacking motion on my cock. My hands grasped the sides of her suit and began to slide it downward... and dropping to my knees, I kissed each area of flesh as it was being uncovered. Joan’s fingers were in my hair holding my head... as the peeling suit kept exposing more and more flesh... and my lips and tongue kept kissing and licking. As I’ve said... Joan was not a small woman, and at 155 pounds... there was quite a bit of flesh to be licked. I suddenly realized that I still hadn’t sucked those pointed nipples... but, knew that I’d be doing just that in just a few minutes.
Finally the suit had cleared her abundant hips and fell to the floor. Without any preliminaries, I buried my face into her luxurious reddish colored forest.
“OH MY GOD!!!!!! You h-h-have no idea h-h-how long it’s been since anybody’s d-d-done that to me.”
“No, darlin’, I don’t. But, you’d better believe that it’s gonna be done right. Here, let me help you sit right up here on the counter.”
I had her seated on the edge of the counter next to the sink... and leaned her back a bit.. so my eyes could finally partake of the beauty of her breasts. Not melons, and not peaches, they were probably more like medium-to-small sized grapefruit. Butt the crowning glory of them were the aureoles and nipples. Much larger than silver dollars, her aureoles were a very dark brown in color... a tremendous contrast to her fair skin. In the center of these were a pair of the largest nipples I had ever seen... which in their now-erect state... had to protrude at least an inch.
“I’ve always been ashamed that my circles and nipples have been too big. They’re ugly.”
“Oh NO, Joan... they are anything butt ugly. They are simply gorgeous. Why on earth would you be ashamed of them?”
“I dunno, Wally.... probably because Art, Art’s my husband, has paid so little attention to them since we’ve been married. He almost acts like I don’t even have breasts. His idea of foreplay and sex... is one long kiss.. then I’m supposed to just spread my legs, or get on my knees... and be ready. The whole thing might last four minutes at the most, then he jumps up or falls asleep.”
As my hands reach out to savor the touch of her mammaries....... and my face gets closer and closer.....
“Excuse my language, baby.... butt, no fucking wonder you’re starved for some of the right kind of attention. And today... you’re gonna get it!”
Her left nipple was my tongue’s first target... as I swirled it around and around... flicking back and forth, and up and down... before taking it into my mouth a little at a time. Soon the nipple was stabbing the back of my throat, as I had taken a mouthful of her succulent tittie... and was sucking it, as I haven’t done in years. While doing this... my cock was brushing the upper areas of her bush... and her hips were doing a little involuntary bucking motion in an attempt to feel more of my manhood. Her hand resumed stroking it... taking the pre-cum that was oozing from the pee-hole, and rubbing it around my “li’l soldier’s” helmet.
I moved my attention to her right tittie, giving it the same licking and sucking as the other one... as Joan pulled on my cock... positioning it between the sopping wet outer gates of her garden. Reluctantly I released her boob..........
“Wait...Baby.... there’s a lot more lovin’ to come first.”
“NO... NO... NO!!! I want THIS... NOW! The rest of the lovin’ can come later... right now... I am too damned hot to wait. PLEASE... do it to me now! PLEEEEASE!”
With a little grin... I asked...
“Do WHAT to you now, Joan?”
“For God’s sake... put it in me and DO it!”
“Do WHAT? Can’t you even say the word? It may not be nice to use that word most of the time... butt, right now... would be appropriate. DO WHAT TO YOU, BABY?”
Her hips were bucking faster now... as she tried like hell to pull me into her.....
“OHHHHHH... DAMN YOU.... YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...... DO IT TO ME, OKAY? OH...FUCK ME!!!!!! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! I need to be FUCKED! I need to feel your thing in me!
“Okay... we have the, FUCK ME, clear now... butt, honey.... I don’t have a “thing”. What is it you want in you?”
Joan’s hands when to my ass.. grasping and trying to pull my thing all the way through her portals.
“WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME USE THESE WORDS!!!!”
“Because there are certain times that you NEED to use them, Joan. Now, I’m just as hot as you are... so tell me what you want.”
“I want all of your.... your.... your.... COCK, your DICK in me. I want to feel it filling my, my, PUSSY!!And I want you TO FUCK ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK THE HELL OUTTA ME! WILL YOU PLEEEEASE FUCK ME NOW?”
Having heard the words AND the urgency in them.... I relaxed and let her pull me further through the waiting lips... and slowly inside her hot, tight pussy. And it was surprisingly tight for a woman her age who had three kids. Butt, the wetness allowed my dick to slide in fairly easily.
Once my balls were against her ass, I paused to let us both enjoy the sensation of the moment, the feeling, the joy of having her pussy full of me,. and me, the incomparable pleasure of feeling my cock totally enveloped in her love-nest, feeling the muscles of her pussy contracting around it, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Her hips were trying to buck upward, and I felt the spasms that started to wrack her body. Then the low moaning that was replaced by the sounds of an orgasm in progress, which were getting louder and louder by the second. Joan’s ass was thrashing about on the counter, as I started to fuck her. Pulling it almost all the way out, then easing it back in! Then the in-and-out motions grew faster and faster, ‘til I was slamming my cock into Joan.
Her legs wrapped around my ass, and her hands around my neck, as her mouth sought my lips. Then we kissed for the first time. And what a kiss it was, our tongues moving like wild animals inside each other’s mouths - tasting, sucking, biting, sparring, trying to see how deeply we could plunge them into each other. One of my hands went to her right tit, while the other grabbed a handful of whatever ass cheek wasn’t bouncing on the countertop.
Another round of shudders and spasms came over Joan, far surpassing the first, and I have never felt such squeezing on my dick as her pussy was doing at the moment.
Harder and harder! My pistoning hips were plunging my hot, hard cock into her starved cunt. Faster and faster! In and out, in and out, in and out! Faster and faster and faster, ‘til I knew I could hold back no longer. I felt the gobs of cum pressing against the dam, seeping over, then breaking it. Once unhindered, the boiling cum rushed forward, much like the raging whitewater on a river, and I reached that state of total helplessness, of being conscious of only one thing, the spasms that were now playing havoc with my own body. Feeling the cum bursting through my manhood, I was paralyzed with my cock buried to the hilt inside Joan, as it spurted forth into her.
At that moment, I was cognizant of Joan’s screaming into my mouth. Thank God our mouths were together, or I’m sure her voice would have brought other tenants knocking on my door, wondering if there was bodily harm coming to someone inside.
My cum kept cuming in streams into her pussy, ‘til at last it began to subside, and I resumed stroking inside her. Her ass was now sliding around on the counter, made wet from a combination of my cum mixed with her cum flowing out of her. Our mouths parted as we were both desperately trying to catch as much air into our pounding lungs. Our eyes met and I saw a look of pure lust in her green eyes... and the look of a freshly well-fucked woman.
We remained in each other’s arms, though she unclasped her legs from around my ass. As our heartbeats slowly returned to a more normal rate... our lips explored our faces... and our fingers were on their own expeditions.
“Wally, I know you won’t believe this, butt that is the best love-making... er.... make that, FUCKING, I’ve EVER had! I never, in my wildest fantasies, thought I could have such intense orgasms. In fact, I’ve never, ever, had over one orgasm. And today I had not one, not two, but THREE! ,It’s really unbelievable!”
“What time is the very latest you have to be home? And, won’t your mom be worried about where you are?”
“As far as mom goes, she won’t worry, ‘cause I have my own pool key, and since I usually park on the street, and not in the lot, there are lots of times I just come to the pool without even going to mom’s, or I just leave the pool and go home.”
“Okay.........”
“Now, as to my getting home, my neighbor has kids going to the same school as my three... and she’s picking hers and mine both up today, and taking them all to her house for a little birthday party for her daughter. They won’t be home ‘til about five or so, and Art generally gets home about six. But, lately he’s been staying at the office ‘til nine, ten, eleven, at nite. I really think he’s meeting someone, or doing it with someone at work, but don’t know it for a fact. Why do you ask about what time I have to be home?”
I kiss her tenderly and passionately on the lips, before answering.....
“Because, Ms SweetCheeks, the number of your orgasms isn’t going to stop at three, today! That’s why! And since it’s not quite one o’clock yet, we’re about to see just how many you can have!”
Joan and I then adjourned to my computer room, yes this very room I’m in right now, where I have a fold-out loveseat. After getting the thing unfolded, I was bending over it, arranging a sheet on it, when Joan gave me a hard shove from behind, pushing me over onto my back. She then knelt down beside me, and just stared at my flaccid dick. Sensing that I was watching her stare, she said....
“Turn-about’s fair play. You’ve been ogling my ass for over two weeks, and now it’s my turn to ogle something that has given me so much pleasure. But, he looks so... so... tired, now.”
Her hand crept toward my fallen “soldier”, and as I watched Joan looking hungrily at it, and her fingers began to caress him, we both noticed that new blood was seeping into him, causing him to slowly grow, and grow, and grow.
“Looks like he was only napping. I do believe he is awakening, don’t you?”
“Ummmmm. I have this damn strong urge to do something I’ve never enjoyed doing before. I’ve always felt it was a duty, and never ever really wanted to do this. But, now..... OHHHH!! Now I WANT To!”
Much like an eagle spotting his prey from above, then zooming down to it, Joan’s mouth opened and she quickly engulfed my entire cock. I mean no tentativeness, teasing licking of the head and shaft, no gradually taking it in. NO, she immediately practically swallowed it. Then I saw and heard the voracious sucking of it, up and down, up and down, up and down, the sounds of her sucking ,and slurping filled the room, and he grew harder and harder and harder!
I reached out my hands toward her bountiful ass.......
“Damn, baby, let’s turn you around here, no fair that you’re the only one getting a feast. I’ve fantasized about having my face buried between your thighs and ass cheeks. Now I want to taste you. No, dammit, I want to EAT you and drink you love juices!”
I really don’t think Joan had ever been in this 69 position before, as she didn’t have the instinct to do it as if she’d done it before. I finally had her ass and cunt directly above, and only a few inches from my face, and Joan had never taken my cock from her sucking lips. Finally she did, just long enough to say....
“PLEASE don’t pinch me, Wally. Because, I must be dreaming that all this is happening, and if I am, I don’t ever wanna wake up! Damn! Is this is a day for firsts, or what? I’ve never let Art cum in my mouth, I’ve always thought it would be so... so... so NASTY. But, today I WANT to taste cum. I want to taste YOUR cum! I know I’m talking like some two-bit slut... but can I taste your cum today? I mean, I want you to actually cum in my mouth, and I still want you to fuck me again. Do you think we can do that... or will he be too tired?”
“As much as you you turn me on, honey... I think that we just may be able to accomplish that. Right now, though, I’m ready to dine!”
We both proceeded to give each other the most pleasurable oral sex that I think either of had ever experienced. My tongue quickly found her “happy-button”, and within minutes, my licking, nibbling, and sucking, had Joan over the edge and into the land of orgasms, again. She was still licking my dick when my tongue found her rosebud. Her mouth literally screamed around my cock, as I rimmed her, then slowly inserted my tongue through her tight phincter, and began to tongue-fuck her asshole.
The orgasm resulting from my tongue-fucking her anus, almost drenched me, her love juices poured out ,and down on my jaw, trickling down my neck. I withdrew my tongue, and moving my mouth to her thatch, I drank her liquids, sucking and ucking. Her orgasm, and her continuous mouth-attention to my rod, had me on the brink in no time. Without any warning to either of us, I erupted, spewing cum into her waiting mouth and throat. Not only was Joan having me cum in her mouth... but she was swallowing it, and trying to suck
more and more out. When she had the last drop between her lips, she collapsed on top of me, with my face still between her thighs.We must have dozed for a half hour or so.When I regained consciousness, Joan was again lavishing licks and kisses on my deflated staff of life. She finally rolled over, and I moved around and up beside her. She smiled lazily at me, and said.
“YUMMMMEEEEE! I LIKED THAT! There’s no way I’m gonna let that asshole, Art do it, but I certainly hope we can do it again, and again, and again.”
Well, I kept my word to Joan. We did indeed, fuck again that afternoon. That time was from behind, with me holding on to that big magnificent ass of hers, and pounding my cock into her pussy. Since I’d already cum twice, I was able to fuck her in this position for a good thirty minutes before again emptying my balls into her hot wet pussy.
We showered together, lovingly soaping every inch of each others bodies, then she put her swimsuit back on, wrapped her towel around her, and we headed to the door. I took Joan’s hand... looked into her eyes, and asked......
“Now what? Where do we go from here? Was it really good enough that you want seconds? Do you think you’d want me to, ‘do it to you’, again?”
She squeezed my hand, then my crotch, kissed me lightly on the lips, and said....
“UMMMMmmmm. Seconds, and thirds, and fourths.... and for as long as you want me, you can’t ‘do it to me’, but you can FUCK ME anytime we can get away from our spouses! And, since you seem to adore my ass so much, there's one more 'first' I think I'd like to try. I have one more hole, that your tongue's been in, but THIS hasn't. Ohhhhhh Yesssssssss, if we take it very slowly and gently, I think I'd like that very much!”
"What, Joan?"
"Wally, I'd love for you to fuck my ass next time. It's a virgin ass, but I know you'll take it very slowly at first."
"Oh, Joan, yes, yes, yes, I'll be very gentle with that beautful ass, and I know that we'll both enjoy it a LOT. So, next time, make plans to get butt-fucked, ok"
With that said, Joan grinned, nodded, and headed out the door, down the steps, and out the walkway. She must have known I was still watching her, for as she was walking down the sidewalk. Without even turning around, she quickly raised the towel above her ass, affording me still one more glance at that truly gorgeous ass. Then the towel dropped. That glance, along with this afternoon’s interlude, would have to last me ‘til Monday. And, I guess if the bitch-wife gets in a lovey mood tonight, I’d just have to have a headache. ;-)
A woman’s nice round ass is a thing of beauty, but if it’s encased in some very clinging material, such as panties or a swimsuit, watching it move while she’s walking... is ........... POETRY IN MOTION~~~~~~~~~!!!
