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I want to tell you about an experience I had last summer. I am in my mid forties and have been married since I was 20. I married my high school sweet heart so I have not had a lot of experience with men. I love my husband and have been satisfied until earlier this year. My husband is in excellent shape and a very considerate lover. He always makes sure I have an orgasm before he comes. I thought that his five inch penis was normal.

I never had an orgasm through penetration alone and have always had to have oral sex or I would rub my clit as he would penetrate me. I really liked when he would push really hard and push his cock in me really hard. He noticed my response and bought a dildo about 6 inches in length. I really enjoyed his fucking me with the dildo while licking my clit. He then bought a 1 inch penis extension. Even thought I knew it was not really him when he was fucking me, I really responded. He then bought a 2inch extension followed by a 3 inch and 4 inch extension. The 4 inch was so long and so thick I had my first orgasm through penetration. These experiences got me really big cock curious. I wondered if the extension felt that good how good could a real big cock feel. I also wandered whether my husband was less than average in cock size.

This brings us to a trip to San Destin, FL last summer. His eyes never stopped wandering around the beach and checking out the young girls wearing next to nothing. I asked him what he would think if other men were checking me how like he was checking out the other women. He said it would turn him on if other men were looking at me like that.

Because I was married young, fairly conservative and had two kids, I was generally pretty conservative when we went to the beach. I had never really been into exhibitionism. There were times when we were out for dinner or dancing when after a few drinks and a little mild foreplay we would open buttons or zippers, or undress me in the car. Because I was mellow, sexually excited and he wanted to do it, I just let him expose me. The exposure by itself had not really excited me.

This year the kids were not with us and my husband talked me into getting a bikini. At first, I felt very self conscious. The more time we went on the beach, the more comfortable I got. One time I was asleep on my stomach and I felt something cold on my back. I woke up and rolled over. I didn’t realize until too late that my husband had untied my top and as I rolled over I flashed my tits to everyone around us. I grabbed the top and covered up but the damage was done. I noticed that my husband had a huge erection. I got very excited thinking that maybe some of the men near me had also enjoyed seeing my tits and got wetter then I did without foreplay in a long time. I asked my husband if he was happy and he said more then he ever imagined.

We then went to diyarbakır escort a swim suit shop and I bought a skimpier white bikini. I wore it the next day and got even more looks. After coming out of the water my husband commented that the areas of the suit without a liner were nearly transparent when wet. That night when we got home, he cut the liner out of the top and bottom of the bikini. He also rolled and sewed the elastic on the leg holes so the material covering my pussy was even narrower than before. I also shaved my pussy completely bare. When we went to the beach the next day and I got out of the water, he said that you could clearly see my nipples, areoles, and pussy. I have very big meaty pussy lips so he said it was very exciting. I was now really enjoying showing my pussy to everyone.

This brings to the heart of the story. One day I was sitting on the blanket when four young black men came and set their towels up in front of out blanket. They all had skimpy, very tight Speedos on that really showed enormous bulges. They made quite a show of playing Frisbee and showing their bulges. They really got my attention and answered my question of whether my husband’s cock is average.

My husband was asleep on the blanket so I thought I would play. Three of them were facing the other way checking out the other women. One was lying on his stomach facing me. I leaned back with my legs straight out in front of me and tits pushed up. I changed positions and brought my knees up with my feet next to my ass. I then spread my knees so that the material was stretched across my pussy barely covering my pussy lips. Although I couldn’t see his eyes, I am sure that that he was looking at my pussy.

I was getting myself very excited. I decided that I need some lotion so I started rubbing lotion on my shoulders and chest. I worked my way down covering my stomach and reaching toward my pussy. I then straightened and spread my legs working the lotion up toward my pussy. When I got to my pussy, I pulled the material to the side, not quite exposing my entire pussy but enough so that I could rub the outside of my pussy lips. I did one side then the other. By this time I was so hot my pussy was gushing.

I went into the water to cool off and get my suit wet. I left the water and slowly walked passed the young men on the way to our blanket. As I walked by their towels I couldn’t see their eyes because they all had sun glasses on but their faces were all oriented on my pussy. When I got back to our blanket, I sat down facing them and they all laid back and rolled over facing my direction. Only the one that was lying down before was directly in front of me.

This time I straightened and spread my legs. I know my entire pussy had to be as visible as if I had no suit on. I acted like my suit was bothering me escort diyarbakır so I put a finger on each side of the outside of my legs and worked them toward my pussy. When I got to the material covering my pussy, I briefly pulled the suit away so that my pussy was visible through the leg holes to the guy in front of me. He sat up and faced me. I could not believe his cock. It looked like he had a sausage in his suit. It was rock hard and went all the way to the side of his hip. I took my sunglasses off and looked directly at this cock. I looked him in the eyes and then looked back down at his cock.

I slipped a finger in my suit and started to rub my clit. I reached up and pulled my one top cup aside so I could pinch a nipple. I couldn’t believe that I was masturbating while sitting on a public beach with my husband sleeping next to me. The guy watching me started to rub his cock and it seemed to get even harder so that I could see the large vain running along the bottom of his cock. I couldn’t take it any longer so I get up and walked back into the water.

The guy followed not too far behind. When the water got to my waist, I pushed the bottoms down and took them off. I turned around and watch him walk toward me. When he got close, I told him I would trade my bottoms for his suite. He took it off and handed it to me. I reached out and took hold of his cock. I could not believe how big it was. I could put both hands on his cock and only cover about half of it. My fingers could not reach around his cock.

I started to jack him off. He had so much precum that I could easily rub his cock despite the salt water. It did not take long for him to cum and seemed like he spurted out a quart of semen. I continued to face the beach and asked him to come around behind me and rub my pussy. He went behind me and reached around me with both arms. He rubbed my clit with his right hand and started inserting his fingers with his left hand. He has the longest fingers I ever felt. He stuck his middle finger in me until it reached the depth of my pussy. He alternated between deep insertion and intense rubbing of my G-spot. Then he stuck one, two, three and finally four fingers in my pussy. I had one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. When I looked at our blanket I saw my husband watching us. I also noticed that the other three guys were heading our way. I had no intention of being there with the three of them, so I got my bottoms back and stated walking toward the beach. I got my bottoms on just as my pussy came out of the water.

When I got back to the blanket, I told my husband that we needed to go. I was still very excited and didn’t bother to but on my wrap. I left my husband to gather our stuff and started walking to the parking lot. Instead of the most direct route, I took the route through the most diyarbakır escort bayan people knowing that I might as well have been totally nude.

When we got in the car, I partially reclined my seat and took both my top and bottom off. I closed my eyes and started masturbating again. I was in heaven and didn’t notice anything until I heard my husband ordering a chocolate milk shake. I sill didn’t think anything until I heard my husband talking to someone. I opened my eyes and looked over and saw him talking to a young girl at the window of a MacDonald’s. I heard her call Jeremy and Amanda and then saw three people looking at me. I was so excited that I didn’t care and just closed my eyes and kept rubbing my pussy. I next felt the car stop and heard my husband get out of the car. I looked around and we were parked in a convenience store parking lot. My husband came out with two bags. He told me he bought two six packs of beer.

When we got back to the hotel, I wrapped a towel around me and got out of the car. It covered my tits and just barely covered my pussy (except when I got out of the car). My husband gave me the two bags with the beer and he grabbed the rest of the stuff. I was carrying one bag in each hand as we walked through the lobby and up the stairs to the second floor. I got a lot of stairs as I walked up the stairs.

We were on the elevator on our way to our room on the 10th floor when the elevator stopped on the 6th floor. As the doors started opening, my husband pulled my towel so that it came loose and fell off just as the doors opened. Five teenagers, two girls and three boys, stopped and stared. Both my hands were full so I could do nothing but stand there. As the doors started closing my husband stopped the door and asked if they were going to get on the elevator. They looked at each other and got on the elevator.

As they got on, I moved back in the elevator. All but one of the girls turned and stared at me. One of the boys asked if we were together. I said we are married. He then asked my husband if he could take a picture. My husband said of course. About this time the elevator stopped and the doors opened. My husband pushed the hold button and told them to take the picture. The kid gave his camera to his friend and him and his girl each stood on one side of me and put and arm around me. They took a group shot and then one close up of my pussy. The boy then put his hand on my pussy and the girl held one of my tits for another group shot. My husband said we had to go and started walking down the hall. The boy and girl each gave me a peck on the cheek and said thanks and got back on the elevator.

When we got back to the room, I was so horny and wet that I was shaking. I pushed my husband on the bed pulled of his swim suit and started sucking his cock. He came in about 30 seconds. I never stopped sucking his cock until he was hard again. I then got on my back and had him fuck me long and hard while I rubbed my clit. I finally had another orgasm. It was so intense that I think I passed out. That day changed my life and I didn’t think I would ever have another day that great. I was in for a surprise.

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Funny thing technology, it can work for you or against you. The internet for example – marvellous opportunities for communication and research, but it also enables people to trace you – some that you may quite possibly prefer couldn’t! Outraged husbands you have cuckolded, ex-wives seeking all those withheld alimony payments. The group of retirees you fleeced of their life-savings with that fake investment scam.

But then there was Amy!

For those of you who have read my last published account “On The Banks of the Ohio” you will know who she is.

Not twenty-four hours after that story first appeared, I received an email from Amy herself who incredibly, had read the account, and which she wrote in her email had emotionally drained her, as she re-lived in her own mind, all we shared so intimately that afternoon almost eight long years ago.

We have neither corresponded or been in contact with one another all that time.

Just twenty-five now herself, her communique filled in those missing years whilst mine back to her, achieved a similar purpose. She wrote of her regret that we were apparently never to see each other again and that for quite some time afterwards, she had cried herself to sleep wishing she could have spent more time with me. Fortuitous though it was that she had not fallen pregnant that day. Such an eventuality quite obviously not the ideal upshot, with two years of school yet to run.

I confided to her that my on-going journey to Columbus and beyond that evening, was not without great sadness to myself and that had it not been for my strict work itinerary, my impulse was to go back to New Richmond and tell her that which I felt, despite the inappropriate age-difference.

“Well I don’t live all that far from there now,” she emailed, “Do you still feel like coming back to tell me?”

Having been a creature of impulse all my life, I was on the first plane out of Sydney, Tuesday morning.

Barely four weeks since I completed the same thirteen-and-a-half hour haul out to ‘Frisco en route to Denver, at least I could look forward to a different forwarding flight – to Columbus this time. I felt like a drive – which was just as well, Springfield is some ninety-five minutes due west of the city (OK, eighty minutes the way I drive) along Interstate 70.

Picking up a Chrysler Sebring from a cute little brunette, resident at Thrifty’s sales desk at Columbus International, I hit the highway, wondering what seven years or so might have done to my recalled images of young Amy. Then I glanced in the rear-vision mirror. Yikes! what had those same years wreaked on my crowning glory, not to mention that unsightly roll gathering prominence around my waistline. For a moment I hoped that her looks had faded too – somewhat levelling the playing field, I rationalised.

The Marriott Courtyard on South Fountain, sandwiched between West Main and West High Streets is a class act any way you look at it and the food they dish up in the Meta Urban bistro there is worth a stay in itself.

Unpacking the small amount of luggage I had brought, I called Amy’s cellphone, it being mid-afternoon.

“Hello,” she answered, almost shyly. The soft voice sounded exactly as I remembered it.

“Is it too late in the day for hotcakes?” I enquired.

I suspect she was about to say “Pardon me?” but then I heard a little gasp of surprise instead.

“Is that you Noel?” she asked breathlessly. “Are you in Springfield already?”

“Well either that, or you’re talking to some incredibly well- programmed hologram sweetheart,” I told her. “Yep just checked into the Marriott Courtyard Hotel – you know where that is?”

“Oh yes,” she answered, “Want me to come over now?”

“Up to you,” I countered. “You can just send me an email instead if you prefer.” She giggled…the most delightful of girlish attributes.

“I’ll Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort take my chances,” she whispered.

“Silly girl,” I replied hitting “end call.” Wonderful thing international roam!

Not forty minutes later, the lightest of knocks on my door.

“Thank God, my hot-cakes at last.” I said, swinging wide the door to my suite.

Takes a lot to surprise me. What stood on my thresh-hold definitely surprised me. Now she looked only nineteen…if that! Same hair, same face – same beautiful figure..absolutely nothing changed. I was almost embarrassed to be there.

“OK Amy,” I muttered “This some sort of illusion? You got George Lucas’ Industrial Light and Magic working on your case? What’s the story here?…you hardly look a day different!”

Her blushing just made her look younger still.

“Well, I guess you may as well come in sweetheart.” I told her, taking her arm and propelling her into my room. Catches like this you definitely don’t toss back in the river, let alone the Ohio

“Would you like a drink Amy?” I asked, glancing towards the mini-bar. “Nothing less than ten bucks a can I’d be guessing. Maybe if we BOTH have one they’ll discount the bill at check-out?”

“Why don’t we go out and have something?” she suggested, smiling prettily.

I wasn’t really listening, taking in the vision standing there. Short but ultimately tasteful little midnight-blue skirt, cream colored top with lacy edging and the same tiny gold pendant she had worn that day in New Richmond. Flawless little face with not a line to suggest she was now into her mid twenties. Her blonde shoulder-length hair was cut much the same as it had been all those years ago. Worse, my fully depraved faculties were wishing she had worn that sexy school uniform again. I thought it best not to mention this particular fact.

Putting my arm around her waist, I found a pair of lips in close proximity to my own. Does a cat pass-up a sparrow within a paw’s reach? No way – nor was I likely to allow so golden an opportunity to pass unchecked.

She tasted even better. Slipping her arms around my neck, she returned my kiss with much the same passion I recall us mustering that day down by the Ohio river.

“Yeah, well about that little walk,” I coughed nervously. Another few moments like this and the “do not disturb” sign would have been getting a work-out!

Again that cheekiest of smiles. I just grabbed her hand and we took off.

Strolling northwards along Fountain Avenue we came across a hospitable little eatery called “Station 1.” Whilst not exactly a five star restaurant….it is after all, eat-in or take-away, the menu was good and the décor acceptable. I had me an enormous ham and turkey club sandwich that was big enough to need scaffolding, while Amy settled for their “Philly Cheesesteak” – a tempting steak, onion, peppers and provolone creation that would satisfy anyone nudging starvation. We shared a plate of french fries.

Conversationally we touched on anything and everything from recalled moments of shared intimacy that day in New Richmond, to “Dubya’s” likely short-term hold on the Presidency. I learned that Amy was basically unattached, as was I of course, and that despite the occasional boyfriend, no one had yet put down a holding deposit. Not that Amy herself had come across anyone likely to be invited to do so.

Pigged-out and refreshed, we strolled back along Main Street looking at a few shops but ultimately conversation of a wholly different nature seemed to be indicated and thus we returned to the Courtyard.

Seating herself demurely on the edge of the bed while I shifted a few things into the cupboard, she giggled softly.

“This is way comfier than last time I was with you.”

Whether by design or accident, I rather think the latter, I could hardly fail to notice suddenly that the hemline of her skirt had shifted well up her thighs and if that wasn’t a glimmer of enticing light-colored material snuggling up there just beyond the periphery of my up-skirt vision, then fancy was outstripping reality.

I sat down beside her.

“You thinking what I’m hoping?” I asked her softly.

“Uh huh,” was all she muttered. It was all she had to.

The thing about lacy little blouses is, they’re such fun to unbutton. Most especially when beneath, one comes across the skimpiest of silky bras that the designers have so thoughtfully equipped with a front clasp. Even as Amy lay back on the coverlet, her hair splayed attractively all over the pillow, I kissed her still rather petite breasts through the almost transparent material whilst dexterously unhooking her bra cups. Sliding them aside, her pretty breasts lay exposed to my vision just as they had all those years ago. I desired them equally and even as I drew down softly on her right nipple, feeling imminently, the softness swell between my lips, I could sense her body tensing momentarily – not with any trepidation I knew, but rather the knowledge of what was to come.

“You are the most beautiful girl Amy,” I whispered to her, running my hands across both breasts and teasing her nipples to the erect stage I think we both wanted to see them. She looked up me with the same vulnerable appeal that she had that day when still eighteen and I caressed her hair and kissed her gently on the lips.

I think it was at that point it turned serious!

She made no move to resist me as I tugged that tight little skirt higher, exposing fully now her pastel blue undies…which, if not a girl’s most erotically charged undergarment, is the gateway to unfettered pleasured fantasy.

Applying the gentlest of friction to the front of her panties I revelled in her escalating desire and slipping my hand beneath the waistband, located the true heat source, concealed as it was ‘midst a downy softness that no man-made fibre could replicate.

Hastily peeling her panties down I separated her labia and commenced a lateral caress of her wonderfully soft and moist inner lips. Her wide-eyed acceptance of her immediate fate fully approved and date-stamped.

“Do I have to tell you what I felt that night Amy as I drove away from New Richmond?” I muttered softly, kissing her intermittently.

“I had tears in my eyes all the way back to Columbus,” if you really want to know.” She looked up at me, those same tears in her eyes now.

“I want you,” she whispered barely audibly. She needn’t have!

“Yeah? Well guess what? I ain’t rushing off this time sweetheart.” I told her. As I spoke, I parted her legs and having already extricated what might be considered, my “tool of trade,” positioned myself where I knew others must inevitably have been….though none could ever claim to have been there first. It wasn’t an aspect needed further contemplation I figured.

It’s kind of an old cliché to say we were then “lost in the rhythm,” yet this is how it was. Not a case of two biologically driven teenagers answering the call of lust. No “obligatory” union between long marrieds that rarely gets out of first gear and definitely no fumbling amateurs hoping for the best, yet discovering the least. We made love, pure and simple and at the point she clung to me as I substantially raised her fluid level, she smiled up at me with that sexy “cat that just finished off the cream” expression that girls are so good at.

“That was soo loving,” she whispered, fully in a post orgasmic haze now. I was floating too, on an ocean of my own making. This was no more than the aperitif.

I think I had her naked in less than a minute and under the covers, where I joined her for early afternoon mass. Pulling her astride me, it was very much a case of “Father Forgive me for what I know I’m going to do!”

That hot little mouth was more than willing to share its pent-up desire with my own. Kissing her with all the passion I could accrue, I had to admire her complete mastery of the occasion. Spreading her legs to the max to thus allow her access to guide me deep inside her, I was left with my own hands free with which to explore her youthful body and its many interesting crevices.

No matter what your experience in these things, all girls are different and each one weaves an individual magic all her own. I have had the greatest fortune to have been dealt the opportunity to caress many young girls hot little bottoms, some of dubious age I will be the first to admit. Each and every one has been a treasured moment in time and Wednesday’s exploratory of Amy’s sexy little rear-end was definitely no exception. There is actually nothing greatly more arousing than smoothing your way over a young girl’s rearward curves, even as you thrust up hard inside her. Her vulnerability at such times is extreme and its kinda fun also to wonder what her father would be thinking, if only he knew.

With her firm breasts making the most delightful contact with my upper chest and her hair all over my face as she wriggled contentedly, I can’t actually picture a more pleasant position to be in.

“Three more thrusts should do it,” I was thinking somewhat proudly. As it happened, two was all it took and even as she ground her hips against mine to better facilitate that final delivery mechanism, I pulled the hair from her eyes, so’s I could watch her expression as I pumped everything I had left deep inside that most private of feminine receptacles.

“You’re trying to kill me Amy, right?” I spluttered between my on-going respiratory distress, “Death by pleasure – that’s the intent here I’m guessing.”

“Can’t you keep up with a twenty-five year old?” she giggled softly.

“Twenty-five?” I replied. “I’m pretending you’re almost fourteen sweetie, what’s your problem!”

“You’re disgusting,” she fired back, “But c’mon I want you to fuck me again.” She wriggled her hips once more, as if I even needed further encouragement.

“Ohh, this is getting serious Amy,” I muttered. “You’re using the “f” word now. Have you no shame?”

“Not with you,” she giggled as I manoeueverd her on top of me, but on her back this time.

There is no more vulnerable a position than this for a girl. Her breasts wholly at your digital mercy, her pussy too…especially if she opts to spread her legs to the limit of her muscular capability. If you can’t get her pregnant in that pose – give it away my friend.

From my viewpoint, pretty much going through the motions, given my fully depleted stock but Amy was far from replete.

Rubbing and pulling her breasts like the deviate I can be, I had her whimpering and moaning with consummate ease. Though I’m not sure it wasn’t my pleasured moaning I was actually hearing. No matter, finding that I was now able to ease a finger inside her as well as my vitally interested penile insert, was really hot stuff. Teasing her clitoral hood at the same time I was fucking her, really got the job done.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She cried, fully over the edge and quite past any semblance of controlled emotion. Unsure just how long I could maintain this level of aggravated sexual conduct myself, I began to kiss her neck and this, to my everlasting gratitude, brought forth the desired conclusion.

I held her breasts tightly, even as she was transported by one tsunami of an orgasm. I felt it radiating outwards…I think I even contributed a last few cubic millimeters of sticky stuff myself. Can’t be sure though.

The next eight hours we simply slept together blissfully. Amy cradled in my arms with her back to me as I nuzzled her neck and shoulders. Sex is great but closeness is everything.

As I said to her when we woke just a few hours ago.

“Where the Hell do we go from here?”

(c) Peter_Pan 2006

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