We still miss her. It has been almost six years since my wife, my second wife, but the love of my life, had suddenly and quite unexpectedly passed away. She loved to walk outside, and had been hit by a texting driver. She left behind a terrible aching in my heart, a treasure trove of years of wonderful memories, and her nineteen-year-old daughter Sara from her previous marriage that left my wife as a widow. Sara's heart ached just as much as mine did.
We found ourselves trying to establish a new sense of normalcy in the home that we had all shared. It was too awkward at times, and very quiet all the time without my wife's voice and activities in the home. Through the early months, Sara and I often had to console each other. Being the adult, I found myself having to help her with her grief constantly, whereas there was no one that I could really turn to for help with mine. But, again, being the adult, I could handle my grief better than Sara could hers.
Since my wife and I bought the home together under a prenup, she willed her half to Sara, so Sara and I felt comfortable with keeping the house as our home, at least until she was ready to strike off on her own.
About 5 ½ months after my wife's passing, it was at the end of one weekend during which Sara and I had spent countless hours working in the gardens around the home and planting the annuals that her mother loved so much, that our lives took a strange turn. Late Saturday night found us cleaned up and relaxing on the couch, watching a made-for-TV movie on a family channel. We had just turned it on for something to do and relax to, not knowing what the movie was about. Unfortunately, it was about a young girl who had lost her mother, and was trying to find ways of coping with it.
Eventually, Sara, who was sitting a couple of feet away from me, lowered her face into her hands and began a soft sobbing. I asked her what was wrong, not that I didn't already know. She told me that planting her mom's flowers and that this movie were too much. She missed her mom.
I held out my arm to beckon her over to me. She scooted across the cushion and leaned into me. I place my right arm around her shoulders, and reached across with my left hand to caress her hair. I kissed the top of her head, offering consoling words. Her sobbing seemed to only intensify.
After about fifteen minutes of caressing, the sobbing ceased, she let out a deep sigh, and relaxed more into me, lowering herself across my lap, resting her head on the sofa throw pillow on the other side of me. Calmed now, she continued watching the movie while lying on her side across me. I began to massage and rub her neck and shoulders. She let out another deep sigh.
The positioning was a little awkward for me to have access to her left shoulder, so I suggested that she roll forward onto her stomach. She adjusted herself, bringing her arms and hands across my body and around the throw pillow, and presenting her entire back for my massage.
I continued my ministrations, massaging her soft, petite neck, shoulders, and shoulder blades through her thin tee-shirt.
As I rubbed and kneaded, a small gap appeared between the bottom of her shirt and her pajama bottoms, exposing the small of her back. I don't know what possessed me, but an urge to touch her back came over me. With one hand, I reached over and began lightly caressing her back with my fingertips, brushing them back and forth between the sides of her waist. I was anxious that she would object, but all she emitted was another deep sigh. I took that as her acceptance, but I wanted to be sure, so I asked how she was feeling. She replied that she was fine and that it was feeling real good.
Emboldened by this, I began widening the brushes with my fingers, causing my thumb to slide up her back an inch or two under her shirt. I didn't sense any alarm or resistance on her part, and I was sensing something going on in my libido, something that I hadn't experienced in the past five and a half months.
My confidence in her comfort with this grew, so I tested the waters a little, curious as to how far I could go. I began running my entire hand farther up under her shirt, caressing her soft skin. My fingertips were reaching about half way up her back at this time. Just as I wondered what she thought about it, she whispered that it felt good. Again, she sighed, signaling to me that she was relaxed about this.
After around five minutes of gradually creeping farther up her back under her shirt, my fingers brushed against the back strap of her bra. I held my line there, just caressing the entire lower portion of her back, but with her tee-shirt practically pulled up to expose that portion of her back. Now I could use my other hand, too, so I reached over and began caressing and massaging with both hands. As I did this, my fingers found their way down to the softness of the sides of her back.
I was overcome with the desire to take a quantum leap, beginning to slip my fingers up under her bra strap. There was no doubt that this was crossing a line, but I was not thinking exactly sanely, having gone without the touch of a woman for so long. And touching this pretty, young woman was stirring feelings in me that I had kept pent up for so long.
Let me describe Sara. As I said, she is pretty. Not beautiful, but with some nice features that are on the attractive side....long, brown hair, captivating eyes, and a good sense of humor. Standing at 5'3", and at 115 pounds, she has a curvy body that many older women would die for. Having spent many days at the club swimming pool, watching her in her bikini, I can understand why the older women would.
Sara has never been with a boy to my knowledge. That has never been one of her priorities in life. She isn't as academic as most people, and is somewhat lacking in self-confidence. Lacking in self-esteem, she hasn't followed through on the couple of times some young man showed some form of interest in her. She also doesn't pursue make-up and fine clothing with the same fervor as other young women. But she doesn't really need much make-up because of her naturally-pretty features, and, unfortunately, the clothes that she usually wears only tend to hide the finer features of her figure. Along those lines, she has never met a young man who accepted her for who she is. Now she was lying across my lap, and my hands were wandering up that soft, smooth back that I have only been able to admire from a distance.
I worked my hands up under her straps and over her shoulder blades, making sure that I kneaded them lightly, and slowly broadening my strokes so that my fingertips reached up to her shoulders. This tended to tug at her bra strap, however. Taking another leap, I reached for the clasp on the back of her bra, unhooked it, and let it fall to her back. With my heart beating in my chest, I asked her if that was okay. She nodded her head, and hummed, "Mmm-hmm." So far, so good.
I positioned my hands back at the small of her back, and then started lightly caressing and massaging in circles up her back with the tips of my fingers. When I got to the unfastened straps, my fingers pushed them down over the sides of her back. I now had a view and access to her entire back. My hands roamed freely, occasionally dipping down the sides of her back.
I sensed that my cock was beginning to stiffen, but I couldn't be sure because it was so packed down by the weight of her torso across my lap. But it felt as if it were twitching every so often. I gathered that, if I couldn't tell, then she likely couldn't tell, either, what affect this was having on me. Regardless of what state my cock was in, my mouth was beginning to go dry.
After several minutes of tending to her shoulders and upper back, I moved my hands down her spine, stopping at the tops of her pajama bottoms. Having scooted across my lap, her pajama bottoms ended up lower on her hips to the point where the band rested just above her ass cheeks. My fingers caressed her skin at the band, working around the sides of her hips and back. I was very hesitant to venture any farther down than that, but my horniness got the better of me. I gently pushed my finger tips under the waistband, finding that her panty waistband was right there, too, so that I was really under the waistband of her panties, then venturing another inch or two below. "Does that feel okay?" I asked. "Uh-huh," she answered. Another green light.
I began doing the same thing to her pajama bottoms and panties that I did with the bra strap, slipping my hands under so as to lift them slightly from her body. As I did this, I could see a little bit of her cheeks down in her bottoms. With my hands tucked under her pajamas and panties, I circled my fingers across the upper portion of her cheeks, again caressing them in a tickling fashion. "Good? I asked her. "Good," she replied. At this point, I didn't know where this was going, but whatever the destination, I was enjoying the ride.
"Farther down?" I asked. She nodded her head yes. And so I went.
I couldn't believe what was happening. My mind was reeling. I now had my hands on each ass cheek, cupping and caressing them. While doing this, I used my thumbs to hook over her waistbands to pull the clothing a little farther down her waist, exposing half of her ass. I then worked my flattened hands down the sides of her ass to her hips, making sure that I barely touched a slight amount of the front of her hips.
I then began working on her cheeks again, working at pushing her bottoms even farther down. I slowly got them nearly down to the bottom of her ass. I lightly stroked her checks at the bottom, working up and down her cheeks. On a couple passes, I pushed farther down her cheeks onto the backs of her legs. By doing this, I was sure that I could see some of her pussy, but I wasn't entirely sure because of the angle and the light.
I looked up at her face to see that her eyes were closed. "Are you enjoying this?" She replied with a "Yes."
"Why don't you go ahead and turn over, okay? I'll take care of the other side."
With that, she rolled over without adjusting her clothing....her shirt pulled up to the shoulders and her pajamas and panties pulled down to the bottom of her ass. As she rolled over in my lap, the position of her clothing in the back left her tee-shirt pulled up to just under her breasts and her pajamas and panties pulled down to just above her muff.
I began with her stomach, more massaging than caressing because I know that most people's stomachs are ticklish. I quickly worked up her rib cage to the bottom of her shirt. Just as before, my fingers went under the clothing and came to the bottom of her bra. I left the bra alone and in place. But I asked her if she'd like to remove her shirt. She sat up to pull it off, and, in the process, her bra came off with the shirt. Rather than cover herself up, she just laid back down, completely topless. I could not believe how magnificent her youthful breasts were. They were just the right size and firmness so that they stood up while she was lying on her back. She looked at me, and I looked at her. I was sure that I saw, "Okay," in her look. My hands went right for her breasts.
I started gently and slowly, lightly caressing them around her nipple, making sure that I cupped them several times in my palms, kneading them. I progressed to caressing her beautiful nipples that were dark and the size of a 50-cent piece. As I did so, they began to harden, and the tips began to become erect.
It seemed like I spent an eternity on those wonderful mounds of hers, but there was so much more of her to explore, and explore I did.
My focus was now shifted to the area of her belly below her navel and above her muff. I lightly rubbed and massaged that area, moving close to her pajamas. Using the same method as before, my fingers dipped under the bands and the backs of my hands lifted and moved the clothing farther down her body. I could at first feel the wisps of her pubic hairs, and then could soon after clearly see the tuft of her bush.
I gathered at this point that Sara was all in, so I moved my hands to the sides of her hips and under her pajamas and panties as if to take them down. I turned to look at her, and asked, "Okay?" She smiled and said, "Okay." With that, I slid her bottoms off her hips and off her legs. I couldn't reach all the way down her legs, so she lifted and flexed them to allow them to come off. As she lifted her legs, I could definitely see the labia showing out of the folds of her pussy. And I began to detect that unmistakable aroma of a woman who is very turned on.
My heart was beating wildly! Lying in my lap was a pretty, shapely, and very naked nineteen-year-old. What a body she had!! I didn't know where to begin.
My hands, however, knew exactly what to do. They began caressing and roaming all around her hips, avoiding her pubic area for the time being. I was feeling all over the outsides of her hips, down the outsides and tops of her legs, then back of the insides of her thighs, but making sure that I didn't touch her mound or pussy....at least not yet.
My cock was definitely rock hard, and there was no hiding it. When she sat up to take her shirt off, it freed my staff from being crushed down, of course with a little shifting of my own to make it comfortable. It sprang up and out so that it was noticeably protruding under my shorts...and so that she could feel it when she lied back down on it. I knew that she knew that I was turned on, too. And I didn't care at this point.
After several passes up and down her hips and legs, I worked my hands up the insides of her thighs, gently pressing against the insides to get her to open her legs a little. She responded just fine, opening them so that I could see her pussy. My hands drew near the vagina, and I took my time caressing my way to it.
Rather than immediately explore her vaginal opening right away, I caressed up the outsides of her pussy lips, over to the top of her mound, and then down the gash to find her clit. As soon as my finger found it, I began gently massaging it. She flinched in my lap. I found a button! I maintained my focus on that button for several more moments.
Then it was time to explore her depths. My middle finger pressed down past her clit and along the inner creases of the labia to the opening of her vagina. I gently brushed the tip of my finger across the opening, finding it soaked with vaginal lubrication. With some of her fluid on my finger, I started circling my finger around her opening several times, delving deeper into her channel with each pass. Finally, I could take it no longer and inserted my finger as deep in her pussy as it would go. I turned to look at her face as I did this to see her reaction. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open slightly, and her head jerked back ever so slightly.
With my other hand, I reached behind her knees to draw them up higher and to spread them farther apart so to give me better access to her pussy. I began rhythmically pistoning my finger in and out of her hole. Her hole was so tight that she must have felt every crease on every joint on my finger.
It was becoming uncomfortable for me to keep this action up with her lying in my lap. I suggested that we take this upstairs, and she agreed. I gathered up her clothing and followed her as she walked up the staircase. I could only admire and ogle that naked body as she climbed the stairs. With each step she took, I could see her pussy from behind.
When we got to my bed, I told her to stand beside it. I stood next to her, took off my shirt, then asked her if she'd like to take my shorts off, to which she said, "Yes." It was a little difficult for her to unbutton the tops of my shorts, so I took her small hands in mine and helped her. She them went on to unzip me and pull the shorts over my hips and to the ground. My cock slightly tented out in my boxer briefs enough to make out the shape of it. I'm not huge, but I'm of a fair size, and I get extremely hard. When she pulled my underwear down and over it, it sprang out at her. She continued to pull the underwear down to the floor, and I stepped out of them and the shorts.
Being a novice at this, she had no clue as to what to do next. I stepped closer to her, took her hand in mine, and placed it on my cock. Then I showed her how to gently rub up and down the shaft of it. After a few minutes of that, I turned her so that her back faced the bed, and gently nudged her towards it. I had her sit on the edge, then lie back on it. I told her that I'm going to go down on her. Kneeling in front of her, I lifted her legs so to position her feet on my shoulders. I parted her thighs as I drew closer to her opening. It smelled so sweet to me! The warmth of her legs and pussy radiated onto my face. I could see a hint of the pussy juice that awaited just inside the folds of her pussy lips. My tongue dove in and lapped up and down the inside of her labia. Once I lapped up the juice that was on the outside of her pussy, I snaked my tongue as deeply as it would go into her pussy's hole. More juice met my tongue's probing. I was sucking down as much of this virgin juice as I could. I wrapped my mouth around her gash, sucking and licking at her hole.
I looked up to see that her eyes were closed and her arms were splayed on the bed. I reached around her legs, took her hands, and placed them on the sides of my head, letting her know that she could guide where she wanted my tongue. It didn't take her long to get the hang of it, alternating between her vaginal opening and her clit.
It took a while, but in time I could see little jerks of her stomach and legs. I wasn't sure if she had an orgasm, but I do believe she was very close to one.
I moved her up on the bed and then climbed on, lying on my right side next to her with my head near her chest. I leaned over her and began sucking on her tits. I just could not get enough of those beautiful mounds. They were so perfect.
I adjusted myself on the bed so that my rigid cock was near her head. I explained how men like women to suck on and lick their cocks while pumping the base with their hand. While some men love blowjobs, I do like them, but prefer the feel of a pussy around my cock. But I wanted her to know how to do them, so we spent a little time doing that. She had too much to learn about blowjobs, so we moved on. I lied back and had her roll over onto me so that her pussy was planted right on my face. I sucked and tongued and lapped some more. Her breathing became deeper, so I know that something was happening within her. And she was still extremely juicy.
I decided it was time for the big event. My balls were going 'blue', and I couldn't go much longer without relief. I had her lie back on the bed and draw up and part her knees to expose her vaginal opening. I moved around to position myself on my knees in between her feet. "Do you understand what we're going to do now?" I asked. She looked at my rigid cock, then at me, and nodded her head "Yes." "Is this something that you want us to do?" This time, she nodded her head and responded with a "Yes." I smiled at her and moved forward between her knees.
I looked down upon this smoking hot body, trying to wrap my head around that fact that, in a few moments, my rock-hard cock is going to be buried deep within her pussy. And with that, I lowered my hips towards hers.
As the head of my cock neared her pussy hole, I stopped short just to savor the reality of the moment just one more time. Then I pressed forward until the head of my cock touched her pussy lips that surrounded her fuck hole, still glistening with her natural lubrication. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy around the opening to moisten it with her juices, then slid it in so that just the head of my cock was buried in her. Again, I looked up at her to get her reaction. She was looking directly into my eyes. "More?" "More," she said. I slid more of my cock in, about another inch.I pulled out just enough to moisten the outsides of her pussy lips with the juice that was now on my rod, then slowly plunged back in, driving another inch deeper into her pussy. Eventually, I pistoned my cock in and out of her until I was feeling her pussy lips on the base of my cock. I was all the way in.
I kept my cock motionless while I sucked and massaged her tits. I would, though, twitch my cock occasionally to let her feel some activity within her body. I looked up from her tits and saw her looking into my eyes. I couldn't help but kiss her on the lips. She was in unfamiliar territory even with this, so I worked with her a little, getting her to relax and get comfortable with the idea of a man's tongue in her mouth, or her tongue in his. After all, his cock is in her body, and he is going to fill her vagina with his cum. In time, kissing will become a very erotic part of foreplay and of fucking.
Before I resume my screwing, I told her that I wanted to hear her tell me that she wanted me to fuck her. Hearing a woman use that word during sex gets me going, and I also wanted her to get comfortable with using the word. I wanted her to be able to tell me, or anybody, what she wanted in sex...because I knew that, after this, she was going to want to do it again.
She got an impish grin on her face, and said that she didn't think that she could do it. I told her that it's definitely okay to say it in the bedroom, especially when you're in the middle of doing it. "Is my cock definitely in your pussy?" "Yes." "Then are we fucking right now?" "Yes." "Then say that we are fucking." "Okay, we are fucking. There, I said it. Are you happy?" "Not until you tell me that you want me to fuck you." "I want you to fuck me." I pulled my cock nearly out, and rammed it back in. She smiled.
The feel of my cock in the velvety, warm, and ever-so-tight pussy made it nearly impossible for me to maintain my composure and not explode in her. There were times when I had to pull completely out and continue going down on her to calm my cock down. And every time I went to plunge back into her, I had her tell me that she wanted me to fuck her again.
But there comes a moment when a man reaches that point of no return, and Sara's tight, virginal pussy pushed me to that point. I knew that she hadn't come yet, but I didn't really expect her to have a full orgasm on her first experience. I've never known a woman to be able to accomplish that. As much as I wanted to see her cum, I couldn't hold on any more.
I looked her I the eyes and told her that I was close to cumming, and that I wanted her to look me in the eyes while it was happening. She nodded her head. Then I felt that tingling pressure at the base of my cock as my orgasm began to build. As I felt the cum begin to rush up my shaft and into her waiting pussy, I kept my eyes locked on hers. "Oh...my....god....I'm coming, Sara! I'm cumming in you! Oh, god, I'm shooting my sperm in you! I'm fucking you and cumming in your pussy, baby! Oh, I'm filling your pussy!" My cock pulsed in wave after wave of orgasm. It seemed as if my orgasm was going to go on forever as if I flooded the inside of her pussy with my cum. In time, my cock's spasms ended, then a wave of peace and calm crashed through my whole body.
I was spent after experiencing one of the most intense orgasms in years. I lowered myself over her, but being careful not to press down on her with the full weight of my body, somewhat propping myself up. I didn't want her to feel crushed or smothered.
I began caressing her hair and kissing her face. She turned to me and kissed me back.
We remained like that for a few minutes. I took her hand and guided it down to her pussy where my still-rock-hard cock was impaled in her vagina. I had her feel my cock, and feel her pussy where it entered her body. By this time, she could feel the sperm seeping out of her vagina and down her pussy and my balls. I took her hand, and together we rubbed the cum all over my cock and her pussy.
My cock eventually became flaccid, and I pulled out. More cum cascaded out of her. I told her to stay there. I went into the bathroom and came out with a hand-mirror and a towel. I had her hold the mirror down by her pussy so that she could see what a fucked pussy looked like with the cum seeping out of it. Then I helped her clean up with the towel, dabbing gently at her swollen pussy lips and hole, occasionally plunging a finger into her wet vagina.
Sara asked me if she would become pregnant because my sperm was in her. I lightly chuckled and explained to her that I had a vasectomy, and that there were no sperm cells in my semen. I use the term 'sperm' because it is more erotic when I think of sperm in a woman's vagina.
I placed the towel under her ass to catch any more cum, lied down next to her and cuddled with her for some time. Then we both fell asleep in the dark while still naked.
I woke up with another hard-on in the dark of the early morning. Sara was asleep on her back, so I cuddled up to her on my side. I gently nudged her awake, then explained that sometimes people wake up in the middle of the night with an urge to fuck...and they fuck. I then told her that this was one of those times, and guided her hand to my raging hard-on. I asked, "Are you okay with that?" She nodded and said, "Yes."
I lifted up her leg closest to me, draping it over my hips. I then shifted slightly on the bed so that my cock was pointed at her pussy, and eased it in. She was still sopping wet from some of my cum still in her pussy from the earlier fucking. My cock slid right in. I took one of her hands and placed it down at her vaginal opening so to feel my cock as it slid in and out of her.
I looked over to see her looking at me. Her body shook a little every time I pushed my cock back into her body. I could see those fantastic breasts jiggle ever so slightly. Seeing this only served to make me cum in to time at all. It was another hard one, but not with as much semen as before.
After filling Sara with a second load, I stayed in that position with my cock in her. I let my cum flow out of her onto the towel that I had earlier placed under her before we fell asleep.
The next day found Sara rather on the quiet side. I sensed that something was wrong. So I sat with her on the couch where it all began the evening before, explaining that we needed to talk about what happened the night before, and that it was okay for us to talk honestly about it so that we understood what just happened.
She felt guilty about having sex with the man that her mother was married to, but, more so, she felt guilty about wanting to, and liking it. I understood completely. I had guilt feelings about screwing my deceased wife's daughter. There is a certain stigma, perhaps shame, in that. And because of that, we must be careful to not let anyone ever know. Ever. No matter what.
However, if we liked it, and we can deal with it, I didn't see any reason not to do it again as long as she was okay with it, too. She said that she really liked it, and definitely would like to do it again. I shared with her that I liked fucking her immensely. I didn't think that I could look at her without wanting to have my cock in her and to shoot my sperm in her. More, I liked knowing that she was walking around with my cum in her pussy. "Is that a turn-on for you?" "It kind of is," she answered. In order to protect this special relationship that we now had, we established some ground rules.
First and foremost, we had to be extremely discreet. We didn't want family and friends to suspect anything unseemly. To do that, we had to maintain a cover. That meant that, occasionally, we should openly date others. This could potentially lead to having sex with them, perhaps even bringing them into our own beds at home. We both had to be okay with that. I certainly was because I always had a fantasy of my wife having sex with others. If Sara brought someone home to fuck, I would likely get extremely aroused and want to fuck her in the worst way.
I had a vasectomy, but she would have to go on the pill just in case she did fuck others.
She was concerned that I would end up liking sex with another woman and would want to stop it with Sara. I explained that that was always a possibility. However, I did not ever want to remarry so there was no likelihood of me getting seriously involved with another woman. But there was also that possibility with her meeting someone special, leaving me out of the equation. We had to be prepared for that. But we had to be prepared for each other fucking others, too, and still wanting to have sex between us.
We would have to continue to maintain separate bedrooms for appearances, but she was welcome to sleep through the night with me whenever we had sex. There would also be times when I might want to fuck her in her bed just for a change of scenery. She was fine with that idea.
Neither was obligated to have sex with the other if they weren't 'in the mood', but that we would both try to be as accommodating as possible. As it turned out, this was rarely an issue because both of our sex drives were on the same plane.
With the ground rules now in place and agreed upon, I felt a stirring in my cock with the knowledge that we'd fuck again, and perhaps often. She was now in a light bathrobe and panties that she put on after getting out of my bed. I asked her to stand up in front of me, facing me. When she was up, I untied the belt around her robe, then reached up to slide it off her shoulders. She was now standing in just her panties. I reached up and gently pulled them off her hips and down her legs, letting them drop to the floor. I saw that the crotch of her panties had a large wet spot. "Last night's cum, or turned on?" I asked. She relied with, "I think both."
Still sitting on the couch, I leaned forward until my face was at her crotch. I inhaled deeply to take in the aroma. I could only make out the musky sweetness of a woman's heat. I knew it was more 'turned on' than 'cum'.
I removed my tee-shirt, and raised my hips to remove my shorts and briefs. My cock was standing straight at attention.
I took both of her hands and gently pulled her forward enough so that she had to kneel on the couch, straddling my hips with her knees. With my cock pointing like a rocket at her pussy, I whispered for her to sit down on my cock. She lowered herself down over the head, and paused while I positioned it at her opening. I looked up at her and nodded for her to continue her descent. As she lowered herself, I could see the shaft of my cock slowly disappear deep into her cunt.
I leaned farther back on the couch, and she leaned forward into me. She and I began heavily kissing, darting our tongues back and forth. Damn, she was learning quickly!
I had one hand on her hip, and began stroking and kneading her breasts with the other.
"Fuck my cock, Sara. Fuck it to make it shoot more sperm into your hot pussy!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," was all that came from her as she started gyrating her hips, causing my dick to slide in and out of her love hole.
Soon, she bowed her head down onto my shoulder, and began a long moan. Her hips thrust at my groin harder. She whispered, "Ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh!"
I took her cheeks in my hands and held her face in front of mine. I sensed that she might be close to having her first orgasm with me, and I wanted to watch it.
Her eyes were closed very tightly, and her lips were parted. Before much longer, her mouth opened wider, her head began to lightly spasm back and forth, and she uttered, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her hip thrusts became slower and more deliberate as she ground her pussy hard down on my cock.
Yessss! She came on my cock!!
This brought me to my point of climax. I erupted deep into her pussy, flooding the walls of her pussy with my hot cum once again with spurt after spurt after spurt.
She collapsed against my body and became still but for the heaving of her breasts as she tried to catch her breath. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her closer down into me.
My cock still tingled with electricity as I felt my flood of cum trickle out of her pussy and down over my balls and legs.
I kissed her on the top of her head, and said, "There. That's another load that you can carry around in your pussy today and get turned on to!" She giggled softly.
Well, several years have come and gone. Sara and I still live together. And we still have knock-out sex....even better than in the earlier days because she has learned so much more technique.
We have weathered some jealousy issues when I found a few other women whom I wanted to fuck. I found that it's best not to bring them home, but to secret ourselves away to a hotel so that it's not throwing it in Sara's face. Sara is still not prone to acting on attentions from men, so she sometimes feels as if she's getting the short end of the stick. To remedy this, I've secretly set her up sometimes with some young men that are looking for a woman to fuck, arranging it to look like it's a social setting where I'm involved, giving me the opportunity to encourage her to act upon it. This just might become another story at some later time.
Sara has become quite good at sex, so there are no complaints from the young studs that I find for her. And, true to my word, it sends my libido into overdrive when I know that some other young man is fucking that pussy that milks the cum out of my cock, too.
There was even a time when a friend of mine from my military service years visited me from out of town. He stayed with us, and his visit evolved into a three-way that left Sara full of cum and more than satisfied after a long night of fucking.
There are times when she's walking around before or after an event in dress clothes that showcase her little mink of a body and make me want to fuck her on the spot, and she likes the attention and the results.
Sometimes, I've walked in on her while she's viewing porn and will take advantage of the moment, feeling her up to get her going, and we'll have some hot fucks.
There was a time when she was just walking by in a short dress while I was sitting on the couch, watching TV. Seeing her bare legs and the occasional panty line as she walked got my prurient thoughts in high gear. The mere thought of knowing that I fuck what's underneath those panties and between those legs got me going to the point where I called her back. I told her what was on my mind, and why it was on my mind. Without saying a word, she just dropped her panties, pulled up her dress, climbed on my by-then-exposed cock, and fucked the hell out of me right there on the couch.
So, we'll see where this eventually goes. But, for now, we're getting on just fine. We're the best of friends, we're good company for each other, and we love fucking each other.Sarah had learned a lot about sex while living with me after her mother, my wife, died unexpectedly. I taught her as best as I could. I have to say that she was a willing pupil. I found that, over time, I could push the boundaries, but only one small step at a time. This new-found sexuality of hers was all so exciting to her.
There was just something about her, or about our situation, that propelled my libido into the stratosphere. It was a combination of many things, actually. Perhaps it was that I was enjoying sex that would be considered as 'taboo' in the eyes of others. I know that part of it was that I loved running my hands all over her youthful body. I loved the feel of my cock in a pussy that had not been stretched by child birth. She felt like a soft glove around my shaft. I loved how her breasts were just the right size for me, and just how firm they were. I loved her unique eyes, and looking right into them as I fucked her. And I loved that she would fuck me just about any time that I got the urge. In time, she got comfortable enough with sex to let me know when she, too, got the urge. It didn't take long for me to rise to the occasion.
As I wrote in my original submission, I eventually arranged for Sarah to get fucked by other young men to placate her. I suspected that she was beginning to object to my having sex with other women my age, while she was not one to be 'hit on' by young men....or 'boys'. They were just too immature to realize what a diamond in the rough Sarah was. Their loss. This little experience might just also become another chapter.
When I was on active duty in the Marines, and before I met my first wife, I lived off base in a four-bedroom home that my Marine buddy owned. He and his wife bought it, then she ran off with another guy, leaving him with the home. I rented a room from him. Bill was a little older than I was, and of a higher rank. He had combat experience. He shared with me that, when he was pinned down by hostile fire with bullets striking all around him, the thought came to him that, if he survived that ordeal, he would celebrate life to the fullest. He swore to himself that he would never refuse any woman. And Bill lived true to his word. He was constantly hosting women in his bedroom. Some came and stayed with him for a while, others just came and went. But there were frequent nights when I'd hear his bed squeaking or pounding against one of the walls. His bedroom was directly over mine. I was not seeing anybody at the time, and Bill's 'sexploits' sure made it difficult for me to keep a clear head. Most of his women were hot, some were okay, and a few were not what I would have pursued. But he intended to keep his pledge, so he spent his nights with all comers.
In time, Bill and I went our separate ways, but we sporadically stayed in touch. He ended up marrying and divorcing a few women. They would enjoy his insatiable appetite. He would be honest with them, though, about his battlefield oath. The poor things. They actually thought that, once they tied the knot, they could make him become exclusive. Instead, he tried to talk them into swinging. Some did....for a while.....and some just walked right out the door. He was a real horndog that was just not going to be housebroken.
Fast forward some years. Bill had settled down with a 'wife-du-jour' in a southern state. He shared with me that he and his wife Cyndi were into swinging. That didn't surprise me in the least. He still shows Marine pride in his physique, maintaining an athletic build. I got an email from him, letting me know that he had a week-long work-related conference to attend up in my part of the country. He wanted us to reconnect, seeing how it had been a long, long time since we shared a beer together. I had to consider this long and hard before I responded. Even though Sarah and I had a real relationship at that time, I was concerned about what Bill would think if he caught on to her and my arrangement. She and I worked very hard to keep appearances of a platonic arrangement between us. I discussed it with Sarah, letting her know that he'd likely stay a night or two with us to get more out of our visit. She said that she was okay with it. She'd be on her guard.
I told Bill that he was welcome to stay some nights with us for some of his trip. We had the extra room. And it would be nice to bring some liveliness into our home. He accepted my offer.
After getting his reply, I began to wonder just what he would think about my arrangement with Sarah. The answer came to me, remembering his old mantra. He always said, "If it feels good, do it," and then would add, "...as long as no one gets hurt." Well, I could only imagine that 'cockhound' Bill would only be envious that I had such a lovely, young nymph to fuck at will. That put my mind at ease. I probably wouldn't be on edge like I thought I might have to be.
Then, another line of thinking crept into my mind. What if he brought his 'horndog' game with him? I know that he did have thoughts about getting into the pants of a girl that I briefly saw when we were roommates. Surprisingly, I wasn't pissed about that at the time. That was just Bill. But Sarah was different. She was young, and still sexually inexperienced in many ways. But MY 'horndog' started howling in no time. I shared in my original story that I have always had a fetish about wives and girlfriends having sex with others where the husband or boyfriend was also involved and pleasured. I found myself getting a bit aroused at the thought...no, the prospect....of Bill with Sarah and me. The more I thought about it, the harder my cock became.
I soon had to find Sarah. She was in her room, reading. I took the book from her hands as she lay in bed. When I began undressing, she sat up and, without a word between us, took her top and bra off, freeing her magnificent tits. Then she leaned back on the bed, raised her hips up, and slid her shorts and panties off her legs. I climbed on the bed between her spread legs, and guided my now-rigid cock to her pussy lips, parting them with the head of my dick. I looked down to watch the shaft of my cock disappear into her hole. When I withdrew it, her juices coated it, making it easier to push back in. It didn't take but a few minutes of pumping in and out of her for me to feel the pressure of my orgasm building, until I exploded in her, shooting wave after wave of jism in her. There was so much that it immediately began flowing back out of her pussy and onto the bed.
"Wow! What happened?!" She asked. "You came quickly....AND A LOT!"
"Yeh. Sorry! I just couldn't help myself. I began getting some really sexy thoughts about you, and had to have you in the worst way!"
"That's okay. I don't mind. It still felt good. What kind of thoughts?
"Well, I was just thinking about sex with you, that's all." I didn't want to tell her the real reason that I was so turned on. I wasn't so sure how she would take it. But I found myself constantly fantasizing about Bill's visit nearly every day until he arrived. My mind went wild as I conjured up visions of what might possibly be.
Bill called on a Sunday evening to tell me that he had arrived at the airport, and that he'd be staying there for a couple of nights to get settled in to the conference, and to get his bearings. But we agreed that he'd come over Tuesday night for dinner, and stay that night and the next.
My imagination went into overdrive. As my thoughts of Sarah being naked in the presence of Bill and me took over, I found myself getting constant erections. As much as I wanted to satisfy my urge to cum, I also knew that I had to refrain a bit from having sex with Sarah. I wanted her to be ripe for the idea when it came. Instead of actually fucking her, though, I did engage in a lot of petting and foreplay to get her libido up to a high state, and to keep it there. She had no idea of why I was doing it.
I also had taken her out shopping over the weekend, looking for some nice, eye-catching dresses and some sexy underclothes. I bought her some exquisite pantyhose and some new shoes with three-inch heels. I would have gone higher, but she has a hard time with heels. The three-inch heels did just the trick, though, accenting her legs in a most provocative way.
Tuesday night couldn't get there any sooner. Around 7 p.m., the doorbell rang. Sarah was upstairs, putting on finishing touches to prepare for his arrival. I told her that Bill was a very special friend, and that I wanted us to make a good impression on him, so she needed to wear one of the dresses that I bought for her. With her dark, sholder-length hair, the red dress was perfect. It had a vee-neckline that dropped down her front to show some of the cleavage that her firm breasts produced, thanks to the push-up bra that we also got for her. The dress came down to about three inches above her knees, had narrow shoulder straps, and had one narrow strap across the back that covered the bra strap. The rest of the back of the dress was non-existent down to the small of her back. With the accent of the black pantyhose and the black pumps, she was quite exquisite. She wasn't the best with make-up, but she managed to do just fine. What she put on showed off those killer eyes of hers.
I invited Bill in, we gave each other man-hugs, then went into the living room where I fixed us drinks. I also made a screwdriver for Sarah, just about the only cocktail that she will drink....a stronger-than-usual screwdriver. We settled into comfortable chairs in the living room and began to get caught up on life. Sarah came downstairs and entered the room. I intently watched Bill's face to gauge his reaction when he saw her for the first time. She was beautiful.
Bill stood up, walked over to her, held out his hand to shake hers, and told her, "Dan never told me just how gorgeous you are!" She giggled a little, blushed, and thanked him. I had already placed her cocktail on the coffee table in front of the couch so that, when she sat down on the couch to drink it, she would be centered on it. That was my plan so that there would be room on the couch on both sides of her....should there be the need.
However, that wasn't the case. We just sat in our respective chairs, talking and catching up. Bill was especially attentive to Sarah, asking her question after question about herself. He eventually got very personal and asked if there was anybody in her life. She got a funny little grin on her face, lifted the screwdriver to take a sip, and perhaps to hide her grin.
After the sip, she just looked down at the glass. Bill asked, "Your answer?" With a little giggle, she said, "Well, kind of."
"Now you have my curiosity," he replied.
I cut in and said, "It's a little complicated. I'm not really sure how to describe it." Sarah looked over at me, the smile having been replaced with a look of worry.
Bill caught it, and said, "Don't worry about it. I was just making conversation," then looked at me with a little grin on his face.
Still looking at Sarah, I just said, "Maybe sometime I could find a way to explain it." Bill spent the rest of our 'cocktail hour' staring at Sarah. I don't blame him. I don't get to see her so dressed up and looking hot like this, myself.
We ended our cocktail hour with preparation of dinner, consisting of surf and turf, steamed vegetables, a rice blend, and a lot of wine. Conversation continued during the course of dinner. Finally, we addressed the elephant in the room.....my wife's, Sarah's mom's, death. Sarah teared up a little, but maintained her composure. I assured Bill that it was still painful for the both of us, but we have been finding ways to move on with our lives, being there for each other.
Bill asked If I had started seeing others. Again, Sarah and I exchanged glances. I told Bill that I had seen a few women, but nothing involved. Bill knew better than to push any questions about my sex life in front of my step-daughter.
After dinner, Bill and I went out to the upper deck just off the kitchen to resume our cocktail hour while Sarah cleared the table and put the food away. He turned to me and said, "I didn't mean to cause any embarrassment for Sarah with my earlier question, about if there is someone in her life. It's just that she's so gorgeous that I can't imagine her being unattached. But what about you? How is your 'adult life'?"
"Oh, I've had a few 'liaisons'. Nothing serious....or permanent. I've had a few ladies in bed. I just want to keep my freedom for a little longer before I even think about seeing someone on a regular basis, not that I'm even thinking about it at all. But, Bill, I should let you know....and I think you of all people would understand and withhold judgment, at least I hope you would, knowing that you are who you are....Sarah and I have developed somewhat of a relationship." I felt numb as I was uttering the words. I had never shared that little fact with anybody else before. Ever.
"Look, you know what I always say, "If it feel s good....""
"Yeh, yeh," I cut him off. "But I just want to make sure that I can live according to the last part...about not hurting anybody. I have to be careful about Sarah, that I don't hurt her, that what we are doing is okay with her. I get a strong sense that she is okay with it. But I'm still concerned."
"How deep is this relationship?" he asked.
"It's about eight inches deep," I said with a little smirk.
"Ahhhhh, I see. You two really are a couple then, aren't you?"
"I would say that that's the only way to put it," I said. "So, what I am going to say next will need your fullest understanding, Bill."
"What's that?"
"When Sarah's mom died, Sarah was a virgin. She and I sort of evolved into our relationship. It become sexual...very, very, sexual. We do have to be very cautious to keep it under wraps. I've not told anyone but you, knowing that you would likely understand."
"Well," Bill said, "it's not really incest because she's not a blood relative. It would be awkward if it got out, true. So, my opinion is to keep it under wraps and continue to take care of each other as long as you both need each other."
"I knew you'd get it."
"I do."
"Then," I said, "that brings up the other thing that I wanted to discuss with you."
"And what might that be?" he inquired.
"Again, Sarah was a virgin until she and I got things going. She's only been with a couple of other young men that I secretly set up for her in order to...well, never mind why....but they were likely too young to show a woman how to really be treated in the bedroom. I have tried to set that bar very high for her. But I am thinking that there needs to be another point of reference for her....someone other than me who is mature enough to help her see the difference, and to make her feel very sexual about herself."
"What do you have in mind?" he asked.
"It might be very good for her to experience two mature men making love to her, to make her the center of attention of two men who know how to bring a woman to full sexual satisfaction. She's only had one-on-ones so far. Having an MFM threesome would push her to the next level."
"Is she okay with this?"
I replied, "Honestly, she doesn't know about my thoughts yet. But she knows that my libido has been in overdrive while I've been contemplating this over the past couple of weeks. I've been revving her motor the whole time, too. And I do believe that her libido is very engaged. I appreciate your concern. You and I wouldn't want her to do something that she wasn't ready for or comfortable with. But, we can take one small step at a time....put our feelers out....drop hints and innuendos....see how she reacts. If she seems comfortable, we'll know it. Then I'm comfortable...and looking forward to it."
"Okay, I'm good with that," he said.
With that, we both went back into the kitchen where Sarah had just finished up. I recharged her screwdriver, but this time toned down the vodka because of all the wine that she had at dinner. While I wanted her inhibitions loosened a little, I didn't want her to overdo it. Then we would not be able to know if she was truly up for what we had in mind.
I walked over to her, snuggled up behind her, and wrapped my arms around her under her arms, crossing them in front of her dress. She looked up with a start over her shoulder at me, not expecting that. I said softly, "It's okay, Sarah. I discussed our relationship with Bill. He understands, as I knew he would. Bill is all about sex, too. Aren't you, Bill?"
Bill stood just a few feet in front of Sarah, facing her, bourbon glass in one hand, the other hand on his hip.
"I absolutely am. I can't get enough of it! I'm glad that the two of you are enjoying each other. You are enjoying it, right, Sarah?"
"You told him that we have sex?"
"I did....and that we do it a lot."
Again, a giggle with, "I do enjoy it. More than I thought I would. I didn't know what was so important or great about it...why everybody talks about it all the time...until we started doing it," she said.
Bill then started in with questions again, apparently designed to get and keep her mind on sex. "Have you done it with anyone other than Dan?"
At that question, Sarah lifted her drink to her mouth again, pretending to take a drink, glancing sideways at me. A blush began to show on her cheeks.
"Sarah has had sex with a couple of young men. They found her to be sexy, and wanted to see just how sexy she was," I cut in. "Am I right, Sarah?" I asked, looking at her.
"Yes. Two guys," holding two fingers up as she told him.
Bill then asked, "Tell me about it, okay? I'm very curious. Two guys at the same time?"
"No, two different times."
"Was it fun?"
"It was okay. It felt good."
"Were they able to get you to an orgasm?"
"No. But they had theirs."
"Did it turn you on that they came?"
"It kind of did. I like that I have that effect on guys...that I can make them ejaculate."
"What did you think of having a man's cum in you?"
"Oh, they didn't. Dan got me on the pill, so I can't get pregnant, but they both brought condoms with them. I'm glad that they did. I made sure that they wore them because I didn't want to get anything from them. You never know. I told them that I couldn't do it with them unless we used them."
"How did Dan feel about you having sex with others?" Bill asked."I think he liked it. When he asked me about it...and I don't know how he suspected...he got real horny for me. He wanted to know all about it. I had a hard time telling him because I kind of felt like I had cheated on him. He told me that I didn't because I was honest about it, and that we had talked in the beginning about sometimes needing to have sex with others for whatever reason. Anyway, Dan and I had sex an awful lot after both times."
By this time, Sarah had consumed most of her screwdriver, taking seemingly nervous sips between answers. But she was giggling more now, though, so I knew that the vodka was doing its thing.
As we stood there while Bill asked his questions, I began to sway Sarah in my arms, rocking her from side to side a little. I gradually moved my hands from being clasped in front of her to the sides of her hips. In time, I began to lightly run my hands up and down the sides of her hips. She leaned back into me a little.
"Did you like seeing other men's cocks?"
"Yes. I liked seeing them get hard for me. I got them that way. That made me feel like I was sexy."
I began nuzzling her neck, something that she loves. She tipped her head the other way to give me better access, all the while looking directly at Bill while he continued to grill her.
"Yes, I would say that's probably exactly what was going on. They were so turned on to you that their dicks got hard, and they couldn't think of anything else other than fucking you. I'm sorry...other than having sex with you."
"That's okay," Sarah said. "I say 'fuck' sometimes myself, especially when Dan and I are having sex. It turns him and me on."
"Okay, then....'fucking'. It makes you feel good to think that men want to fuck you, doesn't it?"
"Yes. It does."
I then began moving my hands across the front of her dress, one over her tummy, and the other up under her breasts. She responded by leaning a little more into me.
"Well, Sarah, you are a beautiful, young woman. I can see why any man would get a hard cock and want to fuck you."
"You do? I am?"
He then reached over with his hand that was on his hip and gently caressed her cheek that was on the other side of where I was nuzzling.
"Yes, you certainly are. And, yes, I certainly do. Any man who wouldn't want to fuck you is blind or stupid. Especially when you look this gorgeous and hot. You have even me wanting to take you in my arms and make love to you."
By that time, I was no longer nuzzling her, but trying to look at her face to gauge her expression. Her face lit up into a smile.
"Oh, my god. That's so nice of you to say that. Thank you."
"In fact, right at this very moment, I'm trying to imagine what it must look like to see you without clothes on that magnificent body, and having sex. That's quite a vision in my mind. One hell of a fantasy. Sarah, I wasn't just saying it. I'm getting hornier the more I think about it."
This brought a blush to her face.
I don't know if Sarah thought to look down, but I could make out a bit of 'tent' in Bill's slacks where his hard-on had grown. Yeh, he was definitely 'feeling it'.
I started moving my left hand in circular motions downward towards her pubic region of her dress, while reaching up with my right hand to lightly caress and cup her left breast.
Sarah stood in silence, apparently not knowing what to say next, or wondering what would be said next.
"Here, let me show you what I mean, Sarah."
With that, he gently took one of her hands from around the screwdriver glass, and brought it down to the front of his trousers, lightly rubbing the back of her fingers up and down his hardened shaft. Her response was to turn her hand around so that her fingers could get a better feel of his rod. "Oh!" she said.
"Now do you see what I mean?"
"Uh, huh."
She seemed to be in a little trance, her gaze now lowered to the front of his trousers.
Bill put his bourbon down on the kitchen counter next to us, stepped in closer to Sarah, and began caressing both sides of her face for a little while, then moved them down to the front of her dress, making sure that his fingertips grazed over her the exposed, soft flesh of her breasts just above her neck line, then down over her dress to cup her tits.
While he was concentrating on her tits, I had slowly raised the hem of her dress up her hips so that the tops of her panty hose were visible. Bill lowered one hand to the front of her panty hose and began caressing her mound.
"Do you like this?" He pushed his hand farther down so that they slid between her legs over the pussy underneath. She responded by parting her legs slightly.
"Uh, huh."
"A lot?" Bill asked.
"A lot!" Sarah could barely answer.
"Why do you like it a lot?"
"Because it means that you think that I'm pretty?"
"I do, Sarah. And it means that I'm having sexual thoughts about you. Does that make you feel sexy? Knowing that I am fantasizing about fucking you?"
"Yes."
"Sarah, would you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. I mean, I want to. But is it okay with Dan?" she asked, looking at me.
"Sweetie, I'm just fine with it. But I'm thinking that we might do something a little differently than when you fucked those two guys without me being there. If I know Bill, there's no doubt in my mind that he wants to fuck you. What we're wanting to do, though, is to let you have two hard cocks that want to fuck you....at the same time." I took the screwdriver from her other hand, set it on the counter, and placed her hand on my hard-on behind her.
"Now, do you want to fuck me, Sarah?" Bill asked.
"I think so. I've never been with two guys at one time. How does it work? How...."
Bill cut her off. "Sarah, don't worry about the 'hows' and 'whats'. Leave it all up to Dan and me. We know what to do. All you'll have to do is just enjoy it, okay?"
"Okay."
"Well," I said, "since Sarah is good with this idea, I think we need to move upstairs to a bed."
I took Sarah's hand and walked with her in tow up the stairs to my bedroom, Bill following closely behind.
We walked over to the side of my king-sized bed where I stopped and turned around, facing Sarah. Bill came up behind her, and reached around her to cup and massage her breasts through her dress.
"Bill, since you're behind her, would you do the honors with her dress?" There wasn't much in the way of zippers or fasteners since there really wasn't much of a back to the dress. It didn't take Bill long at all to have it falling from her body to the floor. She stepped out of it, and that Bill picked it up and lay it across one of the chairs.
Sarah stood before us, clothed in her bra, her pantyhose, and her pumps. The pumps came off next. Then Bill unfastened her bra, letting it also fall to the floor. He reached around from behind, taking a breast in each hand, giving them a light massage. I stepped forward and began running my hands up and down the front of her torso, and planting a deep-tongue kiss. She had come a long way since those naïve beginnings, turning into a sensuous kisser.
Bill began to roll her panty-hose down over her hips and ass, stopping to kiss and lick her beautifully-shaped ass cheeks as they became exposed. From the front, I could see her freshly-shaved pubic mound come into view. When they were completely off her hips, a large wet spot was visible in the cloth crotch of the hose.
"Oh, my. What have we here?" Bill asked of Sarah.
In a dry, soft voice, Sarah replied, "I guess I'm wet."
As soon as the hose were down over her hips, Bill wrapped his hands around one leg just at the top of her thigh, while I took care of the other leg. Our fingers were almost pressing up again her pussy lips. We slowly slid the legs of her hose down to her feet. She stepped out of the hose, and they went sailing onto the chair with the dress.
Bill came around to her front to admire a completely-naked Sarah. She stood there with her arms down at her sides, and with a small smile on her face.
"Beautiful!" Bill exclaimed.
"Are you getting excited about having two men fuck you? " I asked.
"Yes. I didn't expect this. But I think I'm liking this already."
Bill and I both got completely undressed, and there we stood in front of Sarah, with our hard cocks bobbing and pointing in her direction. She moved her gaze back and forth between them. Bill's cock was about the same length as mine, but a little bigger in girth.
Bill stepped to Sarah's front, pressing his body against hers so that his rigid cock was sandwiched between them and pressing into her stomach.
I spooned behind her so that my hard cock was pressing up between the cheeks of her ass and up into the small of her back.
Bill leaned over to kiss her, and began fondling her nipples and breasts with one hand, caressing the inside of her pussy lips with the other. He then inserted a finger into her gash. Sarah let out an "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Bill commented, "Yes, I think Sarah wants us to do this very much. Her pussy is very, very wet." He withdrew his hand, then licked his finger.
I repositioned my cock so that it now pointed down into the crack of her ass, nestling comfortably between her cheeks.
Bill asked, "Can we move to the bed? I'm wanting to show Sarah what older men can do for such a young, beautiful woman."
Sarah climbed on top of the bed, sitting up on her heels. Bill kissed her, then gently guided her down onto her back, her ass just at the edge of the bed, and her legs hanging over the bed. He kneeled in front of her, gently parted her legs, and planted his mouth on her pubic mound. She lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders and resting her heels on his back, something she had learned from me. She spread her knees farther apart. This gave him access to her complete pussy, an opportunity that he immediately took advantage of. His mouth entirely covered her mound, and his tongue found her love bud. It was easy to tell because Sarah's body flinched the moment his tongue hit that button.
While Bill ministered to Sarah's love nest with his mouth, I moved over beside her on the bed and began massaging her boobs, occasionally leaning over to give her deep kisses.
"I love tasting a juicy, turned-on woman," Bill declared in a somewhat muffled fashion, barely taking his mouth away from her vagina.
I positioned myself so that my cock was near her mouth. She took it in her hand and began lightly pumping it while sucking on the end of it.
After a few minutes, we could sense Sarah building to an orgasm. Bill worked more feverishly on her love nest. Then it hit her. She released my cock, reached down to hold Bills head, and began moaning, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn, uhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn, uhhhhhhnnnnnnnn," repeatedly while her body went into orgasm. Her shoulders, her legs draped over Bills shoulders, and her arms all spasmed as her orgasm ripped through her body.
"That's it, Beautiful! Come on my tongue!" Billed urged. It must have been a strong one, lasting for at least half a minute.
When her orgasm subsided, Bill began softly kissing around her pussy and stomach, returning occasionally to lightly lick her clit. Sarah was limp as a rag. She just lay there while Bill continued to minister to her pussy area. I caressed her face, neck, and chest. A smile began to come to her face.
"Oh, my god! That was SO good!"
"Well, there's so much more to come, Sweetheart," I offered. "We're just getting wound up!"
We let her rest for a little while as we continued to caress her from head to toe, just enjoying feeling the youthful softness of her naked body.
Bill moved up on the bed next to her face, offering his cock to her. She took him like she took me...sucking on the end of it while pumping the base of his shaft with her small, soft hands.
I began kissing my way down her body, starting at her tits and working my way across her tummy to her pubic mound. When I arrived, I took my time as I teased her clit. I could smell the aroma of her sex as it emanated from her pussy. I couldn't resist it any longer. I wanted to taste her, lapping away at her 'happy valley'.
I looked up to see Bill pumping his cock in and out of Sarah's mouth while he leaned forward to fondle her tits.
"Does it turn you on when you make a man cum, Sarah?" Bill asked. "Mmmm, hmmmm," was all that she could get out of her mouth full of his cock.
"Would you like to see me cum?" he then asked. "Mmmmm, hmmmmm," she replied as best as she could.
"Have you ever had a man cum in your mouth?" "Mmmm, hmmmm."
"Are you alright with that?" "Mmmm, hmmmm."
"Well, then Beautiful, if you're okay, I want you to make me cum while you're sucking my cock, okay?"
"Mmmmm, hmmmm."
I could see Bill begin to tense up as his thrusts became more pronounced. "Here it comes, Doll! I'm going to cum! Aghhhhh.....AAAHHHHHHHH....AHHHHHHHHHH...Oh, JEEEZZZZZ....Oh, godddddddd!"
Sarah did her best to keep her lips wrapped around his rod as it pulsated and his jism pumped into her mouth. She lost her lip-lock on his cock, and a jet of cum spayed across her lips and chin. Then she recoupled with his cock as he emptied the rest of his load.
Bill's hips became still, but his cock remained twitching for a few moments as it began to soften in Sara's mouth. He pulled away, and she looked up at him with a mouthful of cum. As best as she could, she asked, "Do I swallow it for you?"
"Beautiful, that is entirely up to you. Some men find it to be a turn-on, but I understand that not all women like to do that, so it's completely up to you, okay?"
Still looking up at him, she smiled, closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she used her fingers to wipe the cum from her lips and chin, stuck her fingers into her mouth, and sucked them clean. Another gulp. When she was done, she shot him an even bigger smile.
"Oh, you are just loving this, aren't you?" I asked Sarah.
She turned to look at me with a million-dollar smile, and nodded her head vigorously.
"That looked so sexy, do you think you could manage another load?" I asked her. Again, she nodded her head.
I moved over to her, and she began working on my rock hard cock. It didn't take very long before I was spraying the insides of her mouth with my seed. Just as with Bill, she made a little show of swallowing my cum.
I wasn't worried about having to take much time to 'reload' after the fantastic blowjobs that we just got from Sarah. I had my physician prescribe some Viagra for me under the pretense of ED. I actually did have a very mild case. I could get hard in an instant, but had a challenge maintaining a hard-on for too long. And, after I came, it would be difficult to get hard again until after a substantial period of time...perhaps an hour or two. I got the prescription just after Sarah and I began having sex so that I could take advantage of our fuck sessions. One 100mg pill got me rock hard, and my hardness returned in no time at all. I would often find myself getting woodies throughout the night. Now, before all of the fun and games had begun in the bedroom, I offered Bill one of my Viagra, knowing that we would likely be going at this for quite a while. He smiled, and said, "I brought my own." I chuckled. "Blood pressure?" I asked. "No, I just like staying up for a long time, so I got my doctor to prescribe them for me." I laughed, "Same here. Recreational drugs!"
Well, the Viagra worked its wonderful work. It only took us about fifteen to twenty minutes of caressing Sarah's soft body before our dicks began to come back to life. The nice thing about a second run at it is that a man can usually last longer, not that it made a difference with the Viagra.
"Sarah, would you like one of us to fuck you now?" I asked.
"I would," she replied as she nodded her head. "Who is going to fuck me?"
"I think that our guest should have first honors, don't you?"
"Uh, huh," again, nodding her head in agreement. "How do you want me?"
Bill said, "I think we should start with you on your back and me on top, don't you? That way I can look into those hypnotic eyes of yours while we fuck, right?"
"Uh, huh."
She reclined onto her back and spread her raised knees so that Bill could position himself between them and over her.
He moved in towards her pussy, his cock fully erect again, and pointing right at her opening. It had been so long since I got to play the voyeur and watch my women get fucked. I moved around beside them both so that I got a good view as he guided his cock towards her hole.
"Do you want my cock in your pussy now, Sarah?"
'Uh, huh."
"Gorgeous, we're going to fuck, okay?"
"Okay."
And with that, he slowly moved forward until the tip of his dick was pressing up against her pussy. As he continued pressing forward, her lips gave way, parting around the head. At this point, I knew that she was feeling his fleshy cock-head pressing against her opening. He slid it deeper into her canal, all the while maintaining eye contact with her. I glanced up at her to see her staring right back at him with a look of sheer lust in her eyes. Yes, this young lady was maturing into a very sensual woman.
Once Bill was deeply impaled in her pussy, he began rocking forward and back so that she could feel the base of his cock on her clit. It worked. She closed her eyes and let out a little, "Ohhhhh."
He took his time pumping his cock in and out of her. Every time he withdrew, I could see the flesh around her hole extend out along his shaft, then retreat back as he pushed deeply into her again. She was still extremely turned on. Bill's shaft glistened with the juices from inside her honey pot. I was mesmerized by the sight. As always, whenever I get extremely aroused, my mouth gets very dry. This time was no exception.
Her body rocked slightly with each thrust, causing her breasts to jiggle a little. What a beautiful sight! My naked girl, lying under a naked man, taking his cock in her cunt.
Having seen what I wanted to see, I suggested that they change positions a bit. I wanted to get behind Sarah on the bed, letting her rest her back against my chest so that I could reach down over her to caress her hair, face, and breasts. I reclined against the mountain of pillows stacked against the headboard, with my legs splayed in a vee on the bed. Sarah scooted back between my legs and up against my chest, and spread her legs apart. Bill moved forward and penetrated her pussy again. As I caressed the upper half of her body, Bill leaned in to kiss her while he pistoned in and out of her. The sight was so erotic that I feared the slight rubbing on my cock from her back as Bill thrust in and out of her would send me over the edge. Having come once already, though, I was able to keep myself in check.
With the slow, deliberate pace that Bill was fucking Sarah with, he was able to fuck for a long time. All the time, I kept enjoying the softness of her upper body.
Bill pulled out of her, sat up, and said, "I want to take Sarah on all fours."
Sarah got up on her hands and knees on the bed, and turned around so that her shapely ass was facing Bill. She was still so very wet that Bill easily slid right back into her to the hilt. I sat on the bed in front of her, just watching the expressions on her face as she rocked to and fro with his thrusts.
I kneeled in front of her so that my cock was at face level with her, and moved closer so that she could take me with her mouth. It was difficult for her to keep her mouth around my cock from the motions of Bill fucking her at the other end, but she still gave me a damn good blow job.
Bill said, "Sarah, you never answered my question. Do you having a man's cum in you?"
"Mmmm, hmmmm."
"Why do you like it, Doll?"
I removed my cock from her mouth so that she could answer. I wanted to hear it from her lips.