We undressed each other, and I finally got to touch his stiff cock. He fondled my breasts, then began kissing his way down to my pussy. While his hands gently caressed my hips and ass, his lips and tongue worked on my thighs and mons, moving slowly toward my inner lips. Finally, his tongue opened me, and he began to lick my pussy. I spread my legs farther, offering my entire pussy to his mouth. I never feel so beautiful as when a man’s face is between my legs.
Fred swallowed all the cum I had to offer him. I couldn’t stop moaning as his tongue ventured farther and farther into me.
He started licking my hard little clit with his agile tongue. He did this rapidly, but ever so gently. As he worked on me, my thoughts wandered to the night before last, when my husband ate me out for an hour. Fred brought me to the brink several times, but eased off, allowing the sexual tension to build. By then I was pleading for him to make me cum. His hands were under my ass, and I was humping his face furiously, but he kept on gently licking my clit, sending me higher and higher. Everyone in the building must have heard me crying out when the glorious orgasm finally made my body tremble.
Fred was on top of me in an instant. With one thrust he was all the way in. It was simply heavenly! He was close to cumming almost right away. I didn’t mind because I knew he’d be able to get it up again within minutes. I love young men! He started grunting and groaning, as his cum spurted into me.
All my other infidelities have been brief;usually just one-time encounters. Now it looks as though I’ll have Fred for my regular lover.
Her tongue started at my clitoris, slowly trailing upward. My tummy, my breastbone, until she arrived at my lips. She paused there, kissing me with the taste of my own need on her lips. She took my bottom in her hands, and lifted me onto the bed. We began to make out, her hands gently caressing my breasts as she kneeled on the floor in front of me, my own small hands on her shoulders.
After drinking in each other’s lips for several minutes, she took me in her arms, moving me farther up onto the bed. Finally I arrived with my bottom on the strange cushion fixed in the center of the bed. It was molded to support my bottom and lower back. And there were restraints I hadn’t noticed before. They were wide strips of soft fabric, designed to fold over my legs as I sat in the cushion. A third such strap was under my waist. It was wider, and slightly tapered like a corset.
She looked me in the eyes. “What’s our safe word?”
“California.”
“Okay.”
First she affixed my waist with the corset. This centered my bottom on the cushion. It was snug, but soft, and supported my back comfortably. The straps at my thighs, when she secured them, held my thighs open at about a 45 degree angle. Just enough to fully expose my genitals. My pelvis was completely immobile, elevated, and I couldn’t close my thighs. Fortunately she had placed a huge towel under the seat, knowing how leaky my body would get. Of course, I could reach down and fumble the straps and corset open if necessary. She fixed this rather quickly, as I felt the fur-lined cuffs being secured around my wrists and ankles. Only when I was comfortably restrained spread-eagle on the bed did I notice the mirror on the ceiling.
I watched myself strain against the bonds to no avail. I couldn’t move my thighs a single degree closer together to cover my private parts, and I couldn’t move my pelvis an inch. Mercifully, she didn’t start with my exposed genitals. She left me lying there, the warm air brushing my skin, and went to get something. Restrained as I was, I couldn’t turn very far to see her. She came back to the satin bed with a set of two small plastic cups connected to flexible tubes. She generously licked my left nipple and areola, coating them in her mouth’s wetness, and set the cup upside down on my small breast. Looking into my eyes as she moved to the other breast, she repeated the process with my right nipple. The tubes leading from them she then connected to something under the nightstand I couldn’t see. I heard a low humming sound, and the soft rubber edges of the cups pressed into my breasts as the cups began sucking my nipples. The device under the nightstand must have been a breast pump. We had been experimenting with making me lactate, by various hormones and massage techniques.
Just getting out that statement was a lot for her. She had
to stop talking to catch her breath again. I took her hand and
lead her out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and started wiping
her down from head to toe. When I got down to her pussy she
jumped when I tried to reach between her legs to dry her.
“I’m still really sensitive down there. Keep wiping and
come back to that area later.”
I could have been a nice guy and kept on going but I felt
more like being mean and rotten. I quickly put my arms around
her and tackled her down onto the shag carpeting; forced apart
her legs, put my face between them and started to lick her. She
put up a noble fight at the beginning but I had wrapped my arms
around her legs so she wasn’t going anywhere. After about a
minute of fighting I got the best of her. I could tell that she
was getting turned on again. Her nipples grew so fast that I
could see them getting bigger. Her breathing got very heavy
again and her body, just like before got tense. Now that she was
on a larger surface, she arched her back, with her legs around
the back of my neck. This allowed me to lift the entire lower
half of her body into the air. I didn’t lift her very high but
just enough to give her a great head rush. Through all of our
awkward positioning, my tongue never missed a stroke. She was so
sensitive from our escapades in the shower that she reached a
climax in only a few seconds. But this time it didn’t subside.
As long as I kept my tongue flicking across her clit, the orgasm
would remain. Her breathing got so heavy that I thought she was
going to pass out from lack of air. I finally stopped when she
told me she couldn’t breath anymore. I think she could breath,
she just couldn’t handle that much pleasure at one time.
I let her lie there for a minute. When I realized that she
would not be getting up under her own power for a while, I picked
her up, carried her into her room and gently placed her on the
bed. Instantly upon making contact with the bed, she rolled over
on her side, placed her hand between her legs and squeezed her
thighs.
“What did you do that for?” I asked.
“It prolongs the sensation a little bit.”
I sat on the bed right next to her admiring her body and
waiting for her to come back to life. I couldn’t believe what
had happened. I know that I didn’t do anything different. I
know that I’m not that good. So why did she go off in such a
frenzy? Maybe someday I’ll find out.
Debbie rolled over on to her back and extended her arms up
for me to come to her. I leaned over and once again she took me
in her arms and gave me a bear hug. I also held her tight for a
few minutes then said, “you’re pretty exhausted so I guess I’ll
get going now and let you get some sleep.”
Debbie sat right up and said, “you’re not leaving this house
with a hard-on.”
With every bit of energy she had left, she rolled me on my
back and with a single gulp swallowed every inch I had. I must
have grown another inch in her mouth. She proceeded to give a
sensational blowjob. Her attention never left my dick. In and
out of her mouth continuously with only a moments hesitation to
lick the head. She continued for about five minutes which was
all I needed. I came right into her mouth but she didn’t fluster
or lose a drop. She swallowed each and every bit of it. When
Debbie was finally finished she looked at me and said, “now you
can leave under one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“That I will get to see you again tomorrow.”
“You would need a shotgun to keep me away.”
With that I stood up and grabbed my clothes. I put them on
right in front of Debbie and she seemed to get a kick out of
watching me. After I was dressed I proceeded for the front door.
Debbie followed me without picking up any of her clothing. She
opened the front door for me and I turned to say good bye and
Debbie just walked outside in front of me. Debbie’s house was
not hidden by bushes like Julie’s was.
“Aren’t you afraid someone is going to see you?”
“This is a dead neighborhood after midnight. No one ever
comes out this late except Julie and I.”
“And what do you and Julie do?”
“I’ll tell you about some of our experiences another time.”
Debbie started walking to my car and I followed. I opened
the door and got inside. Debbie leaned inside and we kissed each
other good night. As she was leaned over I grabbed one of her
tits that just happen to be hanging there.
“Don’t you ever stop?” she asked me.
“Never.”
“That’s good. Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night.”
One last kiss and I closed the door. I started up the car
and turned on the headlights. Debbie, having a little bit more
fun, gave me a real sexy pose in the bright light then went into
the house. I drove the half block back to my house and crashed
out for the remainder of the evening. What a day it had been.