milf seeker
They slide over my collarbone, brush at my chest and finally settle on
my left nipple. He lips it gently, puckers around it and sucks. “Your
tongue…your tongue…please” I gasp. “Oh!” I cry when he flicks the tip
of his tongue over the tip of my breast. My back arches as he, keeping
his mouth on my flesh takes his cock in hand and rubs the head of it over
my pussy. I feel how slippery I am and think how easily his full, thick
length would slide into me. He takes my nipple between his teeth and
rolls it gently. He’s still rubbing his cock-head against me, and now I
am not squirming, I am writhing. “Oh, give it to me, baby!” I exclaim
suddenly, out of control, needing to feel him inside me. I need to feel
his cock pressing into me. He raises his head and smiles at me knowingly,
then taunts me by rubbing the tip of his dick against the entrance to my
cunt. I strain towards him and he rubs some more but still doesn’t enter
me. I hear a high whine coming from deep in my throat. “In…” I implore.
“Please…in me…put it…in me…ahh…hhh!” I open my mouth and moan
low and throaty as I finally feel his solid penis pushing my muscles
aside and boring into my body. “Ahhhnnn!” I throw my hips up against him
and hold onto his back for dear life while he pumps violently.

She simply nodded her head in reply. The cocktail waitress approached and
smiled as she murmured, “Nice.”

“Bourbon on the rocks, with a twist, please.” commented the blonde as she
smiled acknowledgement of the compliment.

“Break?”, he enquired.

“No.”

He seemed a bit distracted as he broke and made two solids and one stripe.
His turn ended after only one more shot. Their competition was two middle-
aged men who appeared to be business associates. The older of the two went
first and made one shot but missed on his next attempt.

Her partner handed her his cue and smiled. She carefully studied the layout
and crossed to the other side of the table measuring the angle to the pocket.
The six slid dead center in the corner pocket and the cue stayed perfectly
positioned for the following shot. A bank to the center pocket seemed to
impress the other team. Or perhaps it was the view of her breasts as she bent
over the table. One wiped his brow and exhaled most audibly as she continued.

“Well…maybe just off certain fingers. Anyway, let me finish washing
you.” I take up the bar of soap again and make suds in the hair on his
chest. I wash his belly and then hesitate. His cock bobs a little, as if
saying ‘Me next!’ I nonchalantly begin soaping his right leg. “Hey, you
skipped…” “Don’t worry” I assure him, working on his calf. “I saves the
best part for last.” “Oh. Okay.” I finish the right leg, proceed to the
left, then finally arrive at the area he’s been waiting for me to arrive
at. I soap it between my hands, the soap slithery in my palms around his
hard shaft. I drop the bar of soap and slide my hands around in all that
lovely slipperiness. I spread the lather all through his hair, all over
his balls, between the cheeks of his ass. He sighs and claws at my back.
“Okay, rinse off” I instruct him. He rinses, then I make sure all the
soap is gone and get on my knees again. I press my face against his
crotch, which being freshly washed doesn’t smell like anything. I take
his cock into my mouth, and it tastes like water. The water is pouring
down over me, dripping on my head. I close my eyes and suck. I imagine my
mouth as another vagina and fuck him with it energetically.I can taste
love-drops. “I love to have my mouth full of this” I say, pausing for a
moment. “I bet you do” he says, running his hands through my hair. He
thrusts his cock against my cheek. I grab hold of it lovingly and rub it
on my face. I moan, and so does he as I pull back and slide my lips over
it again. I suck until he starts getting too excited. I straighten up.

I
press myself against his fingers, and in distraction lose track of what
I’m doing. “OWW!” he exclaims suddenly. I pull away. “What is it?” I ask
in slight alarm. He turns around and pulls me back against him. “It’s
okay” he says. “You got a little rough with that fingernail.” “Oh, baby,
I’m sorry!” I’ve forgotten my fingernails before, once causing a slightly
unpleasant sore in a delicate place. “I’ll cut them off.” “No, don’t do
that.” “Well, I don’t want to hurt you like that.” “Just be more
careful.” I giggle.”I’m sorry. It’s sometimes hard to…I forget.”
“Don’t cut them off. Then you wouldn’t be able to scratch my back.” “How
about if I cut the nails off one hand so…” “That would look silly.”

Water. Hot water that pours down in a steady stream over my back.
Hands, his hands, running a bar of soap over my skin, slicking suds all
over my body. Slippery bodies, wet and soapy, sliding against each other.
“I’ve always had a fantasy about showers” I remark conversationally as I
adjust the water temperature. “Okay, love. Come on in so I can close the
curtain. He steps in and I pull the curtain. “I do you first” I say.
“Okay. Just let me get my hair wet.” He bends down under the showerhead.

“Have a nice nap,” I enquired?

“Mmmm, yes,” she purred.

She rolled off of me and stretched out on the bed.
That sight was almost enough to bring my cock back to full
attention. She looked down at the mess at my crotch and she
began to laugh.

“Yessss,” she gasped, “play with my ass, baby.”

Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to
stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of
my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my
balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm
approached.

Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down
around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her
spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled
out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent
of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode
out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested
herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the
gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had
just shared.

With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reach
down and grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I just
couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman was riding my cock.
I felt like all the Christmas mornings I could remember all
rolled into one. I gripped her ass and started lifting her up
and down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck, driving my
hips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into me.



We
were both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers sought
the crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the wrinkled
rosebud of her back door. She instantly relaxed the powerful
sphincter and my finger sunk inside to the second knuckle.

She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive
series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the
wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa’s beautiful
body.

From this position it was a simple matter for me to
reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her
delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying
with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing
her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons
with my worshiping lips.

“Hmmmm. What have we here,” she said, grinning at me
and reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. “I think he’s
lonely, and needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don’t you?”

She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was
on top of me. I felt her hands between us again as she
positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood.
She gave a little push downward with her hips and the head
slipped inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had it
all.

I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet,
grip. The interior of her sex was like a strong hand which
squeezed every square inch of the surface of my cock. She held
me there, her eyes closed as she too was affected by the
sensations of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulled
her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atop
my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on every
down stroke.

I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front
of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of
sorts. Some women don’t mind if you go down on them, as long as
you don’t try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face
and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips
opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor
on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly
up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs.

“God, John. No one’s ever done that to me before. Not
like that, anyway.”

I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like
it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost.

“You’re welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure
to give you that experience.”

I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so
that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and
pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and
dripping) cock.

“Make me cum…please…make me cum, baby…I need it
soooo bad…” she moaned.

Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of
my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head
from side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only much
faster. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up too long without
getting extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just about
guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I was
right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heard
Lisa’s low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge
of the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her
hands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like
she wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue
moving on Lisa’s clit as much as I could and she continued to
climax for a number of minutes.

My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up into
her juicy hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into my
waiting mouth. All subtlty was forgotten now as I gorged myself
on Lisa’s beautiful pussy. My hands were under her buttocks now,
pulling her up to my face, not that she wasn’t thrusting there
anyhow, but this way, I was able to control her movements and
maintain contact. My mouth was everywhere in her crotch.
Sucking her large outer lips between my own and lashing them with
my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue across her now distended
clit, working over the top of her mound with my mouth. I
established no pattern in my attack, and so she did not achieve
the rhythm necessary for an orgasm. This was all a little bit of
a tease on my part, but I knew that she would quickly climax once
I really set out to produce one for her, and so I kept up my
onslaught. Looking up, through the V of her slit, I saw Lisa
grasping her tits, squeezing the nipples until I thought they’d
pop right off her chest. She was moaning and thrashing in my
grip.

My tongue lingered on each surface it touched,
carefully tracing the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbing
gently, yet insistently, on the smooth skin between the major and
minor folds. She tasted wonderful, like no woman I had ever had
before. I carefully avoided her clitoris for the time being,
concentrating on exploring all of the other interesting areas of
her slit first.

She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayed
this enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds she
made as I found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips. She
wanted more, and she reached down and grabbed the backs of her
knees, pulling them up to her chest and then spreading them wide,
opening herself completly to my hungry gaze.

Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in
anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her
pussy. My breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly – - I
then inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerful
feminine odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to her
molten center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hard
and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of her
slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices
glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and
creating a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating the
surface of her crinkled brown asshole.

At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began
to tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned
loudly at the contact, and I moaned too, at the heat and taste of
her. I was going to make a gormet meal of this beautiful woman’s
pussy, displayed so marvelously before me. But I did have some
table manners, and so I did not just dive in and begin devouring
her like some barbarian savage — though my lust crazed brain was
urging just such a course. The time for devouring would come,
but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were a
delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.