1 comments/ 42896 views/ 4 favorites A Day with Shelley By: bluefox07 EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn *** "THE WAY IT STARTED" I paced around the apartment, heart thundering as my face burned with hot blood. I hadn't been this nervous in a long time and it showed. I suppose deep down I knew what I was doing was wrong. All my life, I had been the guy who was the straight shooter, the Boy Scout to the end no matter what the cost. But, my body was at odds with my mind, a battle of flesh versus morals, lust versus knowledge. My wife and I were only separated, not divorced. Not yet anyway. Still, as I recalled the events leading up to this I couldn't help but feel excited. It seemed rather ironic to me that my wife's constant accusations of me cheating on her were seeing truth only now, after the fact. The whole time we were together, I remained loyal to her. Sometimes, especially on days like this when I felt so horny I thought I might cream myself at the drop of dime, I wondered at the validity of my blind devotion. It wasn't that I ever wanted to cheat on her, it was that she had never known anything else. The first year of our marriage had been one long boat ride down a murky river of neurosis and insecurity. At first, I thought her jealousy and worrying was cute, maybe even flattering. But after a month of it, I began to wonder what happened to the woman I dated and fell in love with. When she began to try and tell me I couldn't leave the house alone, I became angry. When she began accusing me of cheating on her, I became livid. Finally, when she began believing her own wild thoughts about my supposed infidelity, I grew detached. Mind you, I never cheated on her. Her insistence amazed me to no end, despite all my attempts at soothing her and reassuring her. When her fear grew to a point that I couldn't stand to be in the same bed with her anymore, it only reinforced her belief that I must be fucking another woman. Separate bedrooms did little to help her wake up, and a brief physical separation did nothing but add fuel to the fire. I felt lost and unsure of myself during the months that followed. While my wife engaged in her baseless witch-hunt, I slipped into a depression. Had it not been for one woman, a friend of my wife, I might not have come out of it. Shelley provided me with a sounding board, and clued me in that my wife wasn't just shouting "infidelity!" to the heavens for no reason at all. I found out that early on in our marriage, my wife had cheated with an old boyfriend. When I confronted her, she denied it completely. But I trusted Shelley, and considering I believed her over my wife said a lot to me as far as the marriage went. We separated shortly thereafter. Now, I was living alone, married but not. The ring had come off with the revelation of her betrayal, and the truth was I no longer felt loyal to her. I knew that my sudden hunger for other women was a direct breaking of my vows, but I couldn't help it. Five months had passed since I had had sex, and my body was screaming for attention. A knock rapped on the door. I held my breath and looked at the shiny brass knob. I knew Shelley was on the other side of that door, looking beautiful and irresistibly alluring. The air conditioner rumbled mutedly in the corner of the room as I straightened out my t-shirt and shorts', making sure my budding erection wasn't going to escape me. We both knew why she had come here today, and our thinly veiled flirting over the phone to each other suggested nothing else but sex. My wife had always suspected Shelley, though until a few weeks ago we had never considered each other before. She was as unhappily married as I was, her husband the male counterpart to my wife. But when we began talking about my wife's suspicions, we suddenly found ourselves revealing more than we expected. "I think she thinks we're having an affair," I told her grimly. "Of course she does," Shelley had replied, "She suspects everyone." "That's why I haven't been calling much," I said to her, "Or been friendly when you come over. She starts thinking too much..." Shelley had laughed, "Well, she probably thinks us saying 'good bye' is code for 'hey, let's go fuck.'" "No shit," I had smiled and ran a hand over my short-cropped blonde hair, "I seriously think she expects to come home and find you riding on top of me, both of us bare ass naked and fucking like rabbits." Shelley was oddly quiet at that moment, and I thought maybe I had offended her. But then, she sighed thoughtfully and said, "Now there's a thought." I laughed nervously, suddenly very curious and aroused, "Part of me just wants to go do it." "I know what you mean." "You do?" I asked dumbly. "Sure." I remembered breathing so hard as my mind raced, months of sexual isolation coming back to bite me in the ass, "Seriously?" "I can keep a secret..." her voice lowered, the scarring from years of smoking barely audible in her sultry tones. "So can I," I managed. It went on like that for weeks, shortly before I moved out and then every night after. We slowly built up our need for each other, letting ourselves soak in the idea of sex like meat marinating in a fine sauce. Each conversation became more and more erotic, our questions and suggestions more personal. I knew better than to try and justify sleeping with her. I was still married, and right or wrong my wife was still my wife. I grasped the knob and opened the door. Shelley stood there in the afternoon light, her shoulder length dark hair pulled back into a ponytail from her dark Italian features. She stood half a foot shorter than me at 5' 7" as she smiled up at me. In her arms was cradled the television set she had offered to let me borrow until I found my own. She asked, "You gonna grab this thing?" "Yes," I smiled and took the 19" T.V. from her, "Thank you. Please come in." We walked into my small living room, a far cry from the spacious interior of my former accommodations. I had yet to put up any kind of décor and as such, the walls were barren. Many non-descript cardboard boxes lined the bottom of the walls in stacks of varying sizes. I sat the T.V. down on the counter in the kitchen as Shelley eyed my new home. "Definitely smaller," she nodded her head, her arms cross over her large breasts. The orange tank top she wore did little to hide her generous bust line, serving only to accentuate and display her cleavage. She wasn't a thin woman by any means nor was she fat. She was one of those women who walked the fine line between the two extremes with voluptuous grace. Her white shorts were cut at mid-thigh and showed off her tanned, muscular legs. Even her toes looked sexy atop her sandals, the nails painted red. "Small price to pay," I shrugged and joined her in the living room, "It was either this or marital unrest forever." Shelley sat down on my plush green couch, her legs crossed casually, "You heard from her?" I shook my head as I flopped into my recliner, "No. She's been staying at Megan's for awhile now, getting her head together." "That's funny," Shelley said dryly, "Considering it was Megan's boyfriend she slept with." "I tried to explain that Megan," I said, "But she wouldn't believe me. Right now all three of them hate me for exposing it, though they all have their own angles on the matter." Shelley looked at me, her black eyes intense and sharp like a sliver of smoky obsidian, "You holding up okay?" "I'll be fine," I breathed and leaned my head back, holding my left hand up and wiggling the third finger, "I don't wear the ring anymore..." "That's good," she agreed. I looked at her from the corner of my eye, admiring her olive colored skin. I wanted to touch her so badly, to run my fingers over her arms and neck and face. "You're settled on divorce then?" "Yeah," I nodded, "The moment she cheated that was it. The marriage was over before it could even start I guess." "It's going to be hard," she said and then reached into her small purse, pulling out a pack of Camel Lights, "But divorce does end eventually. You two don't have any kids together, so it won't be as messy as mine was." I looked at the cigarettes. "You mind?" she raised her brows, the cigarette loosely pinched between her rosy lips. "Only if I can bum one off you," I replied. I pulled a cigarette from the pack as she lit up. Curls of phantom smoke jetted from her nostrils as I ignited the lighter and burned the tip of my own cancer stick. I had quit smoking two years before, but considering the circumstances I felt a couple drags wouldn't kill me. Besides, I had never been a heavy smoker anyway. As the living room filled with the essence of smoldering nicotine we shared a silence that was both appreciative of the experience and curious in the underlying sexual tension. "You look good," I said after a moment, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees. "You do too," Shelley shifted her weight and then looked around for a moment, first at the coffee table and then to me. "Oh," I said, "We need an ashtray." I went into the kitchen and pulled one of my small glass cups from box nearest the fridge. Once placed on the coffee table it began to fill with ash. As I sat down, I noticed Shelley looking at from the corner of her eye. Her gaze fell across my torso and then lower to my crotch and then my legs. An electric burst of excitement jolted through me as she appraised me. "So," she said. I looked at her as my cock began to swell, "So." She took a deep breath and then said, "I know we've been talking about a lot of stuff on the phone, but I'm wondering if you're serious about it?" "I'm very serious." "Because we'd have to keep it a secret," she said. "Oh, I know," I nodded and sat back in my chair, trying not to look eager. She took another deep drag on her smoke, "You sure you want to fuck an old woman like me?" "Old?" I laughed, "You're thirty-five for God's Sakes." "And you're twenty-five," she added, "And at the beginning of divorce." I listened to her, my mind fearful of her hesitation. "I'm only saying that I don't want you to do something you'd regret later," Shelley told me as the afternoon sun streamed in through the living room window, making her shorts glow against her tan skin, "You're going through a lot right now." "Shelley," I said, "This has been one of the worst years of my life. I really think she was hoping I would cheat on her so could somehow justify what she did. That's why she was always accusing me and suggesting it all the time." "You still love her?" I thought for a moment, and then said, "No. I did, but she kind of made it real hard to keep that love, you know? I think when she started throwing stuff at me I realized I didn't love her anymore." Shelley nodded. "To be honest," I continued, "I feel like it was the old bait and switch. The woman I dated and proposed to skipped town the minute the rings were slipped on and the 'I do's' were said." "I've known her for long time," Shelley said quietly, her eyes on the ever shortening length of her cigarette, "And you're not the only man she has done this to." Somehow, I wasn't surprised. Still I asked, "There were others?" "At least one that I know of," she said and took another drag, "She never mentioned it?" "No," I rolled my eyes, "And neither did you." "It wasn't my place," she said. "Well someone should have told me," I looked at her, not really feeling mad but just discouraged, "Jesus, why did she have so many secrets?" "It's not your fault," Shelley said, "How could you have known?" I shrugged and said, "It's done now. I don't care. Let her have her guys on the side. She's not my wife anymore." And there was a thud against the wall of the living room. We looked at each other, our eyes wide as something banged into the wall again, and again and again. Shelley stood up and walked over to the wall, leaning in and tilting her head to one side to listen. Through the wall and over the rhythmic bumping came the throaty moans of a woman, her voice muffled but clearly aroused. I cocked a brow and joined Shelley, our ears pressed against the wall. "Holy shit," I laughed as Shelley giggled to herself. She smiled broadly and knowingly asked, "You know what they're doing?" I smiled, "It sounds like they're doing a little dance, making a little love..." Shelley winked, "Pretty much getting down tonight?" "Sure sounds that way," I nodded as the couple began picking up their pace, the headboard knocking a little harder against the wall. "These walls must be thinner than I thought." "Never a dull moment, anyway," she commented as the woman next door began squealing, her voice accented by the thrusts of her lover. "Wow," I said, my cock now straining against my underwear as I tried to adjust my blue shorts, "He's really giving it to her." "Or she just really enjoys giving it to him," she interjected. A loud yelp filtered through the walls as the primal grunting of the woman's lover became louder and louder. Shelley licked her lips, "God, I love a good fuck." "See?" I said playfully, "One more thing we have in common." "That's true." My heart was beginning to pound again in my ears and almost overpowering the sex beyond the wall as the mystery woman began shouting, "Don't stop! Please don't stop. Fuck yeah! Oh fuck that feels good! Mmmm, yeah! Come on baby, make me cum please!" There was some more pounding against the wall and then more screaming. My neighbor was clearly enjoying herself. I looked down and saw that my shorts were tented out now. Shelley's nipples were hard and prominent through the material of her bra and tank top, a wide grin on her face. I couldn't believe we were listening in on their sexual Olympics like this. More surprising was the fact that it turned me on so much. I noticed Shelley sneaking peaks at my obvious bulge. Her subtle glances down at my crotch sent my pulse racing. My mind replayed our very sexual conversations on the phone, everything from how she liked to be eaten out to what an orgasm feels like for her (her toes tingle when she orgasms, so she says). The urges and want that coursed through my body was matched only by the desire that seemed to be radiating off Shelley like heat from a fire. I wanted to see, suck and pinch those hard nipples badly. I wanted to see if her skin was as soft as it seemed. I wanted to rip her panties away and run my tongue over her mound, tasting and discovering the nectar within. After having gone so long without sex only made my thirst that much more unbearable as my eyes roved over the curves of her breasts and hips. I really wanted to fuck her and I knew that I couldn't say no even if I had wanted to. I thought of the vows I had taken not too long ago and felt a pang of guilt. I hated feeling like that. And then I thought of the revelation concerning my wife's cheating. The anger from that truth seemed to wash over the guilt and carry it away. As the headboard knocked next door, I found my courage and broke the silence. "So you like listening to other people get laid?" "Don't you?" she smiled and then glanced down at my bulge, "I think maybe you do." I motioned to her breasts and the rock hard nipples contained just beneath her tank top, "I guess we both do." Her face now bright red and she was avoiding eye contact. I could feel that she wanted to sleep with me as much as I did her but she wanted, or maybe even needed, me to make the first move. She had been bold on the phone, but here in person it was as though she were torn between her inhibitions and her need. I took a deep breath as my neighbor cried out again and said, "It's okay, Shelley." She looked at the wall, a funny smile on her face, "Is it?" "Sure. I love the sound of people having sex," I said. "Listening is always so erotic... but watching is even better." Shelley looked at me and asked, "Have you ever seen two people fucking?" "In college I watched my roommate and his girlfriend-" I was interrupted by the sound of my neighbor screaming out again. "FUCK YES! FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME CUM!" I tried to concentrate on the story of my roommate and his steamy coupling with his girlfriend, but the moans from next door were too much. I noticed that Shelley's nipples were getting even harder now, protruding out far enough to make me wonder what just how long her nipples actually were. My tongue snaked out and licked my lips as my mind bounced back and forth between the fucking next door and this incredibly sexy woman in front of me. "Ride my cock baby, yeah, that's it! Ride it hard baby!" her lover cried out. After a few minutes of passionate hardcore sex, we heard the mystery man instruct my neighbor to roll over. "Let me fuck you from behind..." Shelley whispered, "You ever seen this woman before?" We were both now leaning against the wall as I replied, "Not once." "Oh FUCK YES!! Yes! That feels goooood! Fuck me Ritchie!" we heard my neighbor cry out. After a few minutes of this I looked to Shelley again. Her eyes were fixed on mine as we listened. Something powerful passed between in that look, something that made a hot shiver arc though my spinal cord from the base of my cock to the back of my skull. I noticed that we were unconsciously moving towards each other. Whereas we had at first been a few feet apart now we were within a few inches of each other. "Cum on my face," my neighbor begged. I couldn't believe it, she was actually begging. I didn't thinking people actually begged. Shelley's mouth fell open, her eyes never leaving mine. I wondered if she had a fetish about facials? Ever since I was a kid and had seen my first porno, facials were the ultimate turn on for me. As my neighbor encouraged her lover to orgasm on her face and tits, I felt myself getting ready to blow my own wad. "Does that turn you on too?" Shelley asked me, "Do you like it when a guy blows on a girls face?" "Are you kidding?" I replied, "It's only the best thing in the world." Shelley inched a little closer and asked another question. "What else turns you on?" "I love eating a woman out," I told her. "Really?" she asked, "Any good at it?" "Did you ever hear my wife complain?" Shelley grinned broadly, "Not once." As the climactic groans of Ritchie's orgasm began to grow louder, I asked her, "What is your fetish?" Shelley blushed, "You sure you want to know?" "Yeah." "I love masturbating in front of the man I'm with," she said quietly, her voice tinted with more than a little excitement, "I love watching him masturbate while I do." "Nice," I smiled and tried to control my breathing. My cock was aching now, all seven and half inches of hard meat uncomfortably pressing against my underwear and shorts. "Can I ask another question?" "Please do," she said as the man next door shouted out and reached his climax. Shelley shook her head, "Wow, listen to that..." "Do you ever play with yourself when you listen to other people fucking?" I asked her boldly. Shelley smiled shyly at me, "Yeah... I do. The people next door to me are like this, and I can't help it I guess." I said, "Maybe we should." "Should what?" "Masturbate," I said, my body ready to explode. Shelley looked me in the eye and after a long moment said, "All right." She turned and stood straight. Her fingers released the button of her white jean shorts and the zipper came down slowly. The shorts fell to the floor and revealed black lace panties that just barely covered her sex. These weren't utilitarian underwear, but rather the kind of clothing used for a purpose. I felt a smile cross my lips as I realized that she had indeed come here with the thought of having sex with me. "I thought you might like these," she whispered and hooked her fingers in the bikini strings that hugged her hips. A Day with Shelley "I do," I croaked. "Of course, when I do this," she told me as she pulled her panties down, "I'm usually naked." "Well," I managed as I stared at her closely trimmed thatch of black pubic hair, a perfect square field of kinky short hair above her bare pussy, "We should do this right..." "Are you sure?" she asked me, still not positive I really wanted to go through with it. I saw Shelley look at her body for a moment, specifically at the pooch of stomach showing beneath the bottom of her tank top. I saw her uncertainty trying to cloud her over as she added, "I'm no spring chicken." "Shelley, you're beautiful," I said hoping to reassure and boost her confidence. "Let me see you naked." "Okay," she smiled warmly and grasped the bottom of her top. She pulled it up and over her head, revealing two large milky breasts. The tan line from her bathing suit was obvious but sexy, the outline of the bikini top now a pale expanse of skin over her the mounds of her tits. The matching black bra did little to contain her breasts, only covering her erected nipples with a flimsy lace. Shelley saw my approval in the form of a gaping look of stupid pleasure. "You okay?" she asked. "Never better," I licked my lips, my eyes glued to the fleshy mounds. Shelly reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. The cups began to fall forward as she pulled the bra off. Her breasts hung down firmly under their own weight, the faint traces of blue veins just under her skin. Her areolas were a soft pink that melted into the rest of her breast gradually. A few small bumps dotted the sensual framing of her long, thick nipples. Shelley looked at me and then down at her tits. "You're perfect," I whispered, barely aware of the resumed sex next door. She was the model of what a woman should be like, curved and blessed with fluid form. There were a few stretch marks along her hips and stomach, but they didn't affect me at all. I had few stretch marks myself from having gained weight in the first few months of my marriage. And like mine, they were barely visible but still permanently etched into the flesh. "Now you," she said expectantly. I pulled my t-shirt off and revealed my slightly sunburned body to her. I had a little weight around my waist but nothing grotesque. After having lifted weights every evening for a year my chest was firm and large, my abdominals showing through for the most part. Shelley looked me over and smiled to herself as she touched my arms. I had worked especially hard on my arms, and she clearly appreciated the form and muscular look. "Jesus," she whispered, "And she cheated on you?" I laughed a little, feeling self-conscious. I wasn't a body builder, but I wasn't a chubby horn dog either. I then pulled my shorts and underwear off, bending down and hiding my throbbing cock from her view for a moment. When I stood up, my dick was pointing up and out towards her, a wet smear of precum glistening on my swollen blushed head. It wasn't the longest cock ever and I knew it. I wondered for a terrifying eternity if she was impressed or turned off. "It's so thick," she finally said. "Yeah," I said dumbly. "A good length too," she said and looked at me, "Just right." I felt my fears ebb away as she smiled genuinely. Shelley then went to the couch and sat back against the pillows, one leg resting on the cushions and the other draped off to the side. Her legs were wide open and her pussy revealed in the light for all its glory. Her breasts rested heavily on her chest as she looked at me. I sat down in the recliner and positioned myself so I could hook one leg over the armrest. "Start stroking," she said as the voice next door began to grow louder. The fingers of her right hand were massaging the hood of skin over her clit slowly, in small circles. I grabbed my cock in my hand and began stroking back and forth as I watched her. I couldn't really hear my neighbor anymore. My mind was focused on her as we masturbated in front of each other. We began breathing harder and faster, our hands working in the ultimate tease. Shelley began moving her hips back and forth, her finger working over her clit furiously. Small murmurs of pleasure escaped her lips as we watched each other. She asked me, "Tell me how bad you want me." "Oh God," I huffed as my cock swelled even more in my hand, precum dripping slowing from my bulbous head and lubing me up, "I want you so bad I'd do anything to have you." "Would you fuck me?" she asked, her voice breathless as she rubbed her clit. Her legs were trembling and her toes extended out as she brought herself closer and closer to her orgasm. The rapid machine gun movements of her hand and arm was making her tits jiggle hypnotically. Her left hand clasped one of her large breasts and began massaging. "Yes I would fuck you," I breathed as she began pulling on her nipple. "Would you eat my cunt out?" she asked. "Yes fuck yes," I growled as the orgasm began to creep up on me, slowly building up inside my sack and at the base of my hard cock. "Oh shit," she whimpered as she pinched her nipple hard and bit her lips, "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum..." I watched her pussy as my orgasm approached. Her lips were wet and glistening as she furiously attacked her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she began pushing herself back on the couch, her feet digging into the cushion and floor. Her mouth opened wide as she cried out a lusty moan of pleasure. My cock jerked and suddenly cum was exploding from my head. The semen splattered across my chest and stomach as we moaned and rode the wave of the climax. "I need to clean myself off," I looked down at the mess on my torso. "Wait," she said, breathing hard with a focused look on her face, "Let me." Shelley positioned herself between my legs and grasped my thighs as she lowered her lips to my stomach. Her tongue lapped at the gobs of semen spattered there. She licked and sucked the fluid into her mouth. Her slurping sounds and hot wet sensation of her tongue against my flesh made my cock begin to swell again. She worked her way up my body, dragging her breasts over my hardening member. I looked down and could see her huge tits envelope my dick. The feeling of her silky skin against my rigid shaft almost made me pass out as she finished, sucking the last drop of cum of my right nipple. "So good," she smiled and kissed me gently on the lips, her hands holding mine down against the arm rests as the wet trail of saliva and cum began to dry on me. "I drink a lot of fruit juice," I said dreamily. We both laughed. "Let me suck your cock," she whispered against my lips and then slid back down between my legs. I watched her work her hand up and down along the shaft of my dick, tenderly yet forcefully working my swelling member over. Her tits were jiggling and swaying with her jerking motions as she licked her lips and winked at me. There was something so sexy in the subtle confidence born out of her shyness. As she expertly massaged my penis in her hand, her eyes looking deep into mine I knew that her shyness was probably more of an act than anything else. Shelley leaned forward and began rubbing my cock around on her breasts, teasing her nipples with it, leaving a small snail-trail of pre-cum across her silky flesh. She pressed my cock between the valley of her cleavage and began jacking me off with her tits. I leaned back against the chair, my mouth open and my body sizzling. Shelley tucked her chin down to look down at the big, swollen purple head of my cock protruding from between her full breasts. My legs began to tremble as she tit-fucked me. "Would you like me to suck on it?" she asked, my cock hot and pulsing in between the heavenly confines of her cleavage. "Please," I groaned and reached up to the back of her neck, pulling her down towards my cock. My cock slipped from between her tits and Shelley gripped the shaft, my fingers running into her hair. The tie holding her ponytail fell loose and her hair was released. It fell around her shoulders and as she came closer to my cock, tickled my thighs. "How bad?" she looked up at me, "How bad do want it?" "I'll do anything," I whispered as she pressed her lips to my cock. The funny thing was I would have done anything at that moment. Anything at all. It's funny how the pleasures of sex can put so many things in perspective. "I'll remember you said that," she teased me as she licked my head, sliding it across her sultry lips. Her touch was like being jolted with a pure, hot strike of erotic lightning. Shelley ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them before pressing them to the head of my cock, making it pulse and throb in her hand. She licked my head with a long slow purposeful lick that made my eyes roll back in their sockets. She kissed it several times, moving her lips around on the purple, swollen flesh slowly in an unbearable tease. The tip of her tongue slid out from between her lips and caressed my glans. She tickled the head of my cock with it, causing bursts of heat to go searing through my body. I groaned and she lovingly bathed my dick with her tongue, making it shiny with saliva. Shelley then sucked me into her mouth, the back of her throat hot and slick against my cock. "Oh shit," I squirmed under her suction. She only stifled once and then began vigorously sucking and rolling with her tongue. Her breathing was hot against my clean-shaven skin of pubic area as she sucked me off, her nostrils blowing intense blasts of heat. The head of my cock was enveloped in the warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue wriggling under my shaft. Shelley's head bobbed up and down on me passionately, slurping and sucking on me. I could feel the orgasm building up fast. I gripped the armrests and clutched tight as I grunted under her expert oral stimulation. Shelley must have sensed my impending climax as she feverishly kicked up her pace and ravaged my member with her mouth. I could feel her saliva dribbling down my sack and to my ass as she coaxed my orgasm out from hiding. "Oh shit," I growled, "Shelley I'm gonna cum..." "Not yet," she said and released me from her mouth. I could only whimper, which only encouraged her further. "Hold it back for me," she whispered, "Don't let go yet..." "...trying..." "Hold back baby..." she said as she took my member in her hand. I held my breath as she teased me, coaxing my cock, daring it to blow all over her. She pumped my cock in her hand. I couldn't believe it. Shelley sat up on her knees for a moment and ran her hands through her hair, pulling it back from her face. I could only stare like an idiot as I watched her tits bob with her movements. "Oh Shelley," I sat up, my legs trembling again. I leaned forward as she worked me over and reached down. I cupped her breasts in my hands and held them. They were so big and firm, defiant of gravity and time. I ran my thumbs to her rock-hard nipples, trying to tease her as she was teasing me. Her motions were sensually rhythmic as she sucked me off. I slid my fingers into her hair and grasped the back of her head, slowly pushing my cock in and out of her mouth. I found myself charged with her need for dominance as I began fucking her face. Shelley held still in my grip, my cock pumping to the back of her throat, her boobs pressed against my thighs like two sumptuous fleshy pillows. Shelley whimpered as she cupped her large breasts in her slender hands and squeezed them, her nipples erected out and begging to be licked and kissed. She moaned against my shaft, sliding her hands from her tits to my chest. Shelley only encouraged me more as she grasped my hips and steadied herself. "Fuck I can't hold back," I hissed as my hips began bucking. Shelley only sucked harder. "Oh fuck!" I shouted as my cock spasmed and filled her mouth with cum. She sensually sucked and slurped at the gobs of semen spurting from my head. Her mouth worked effortlessly and her lips suctioned tightly. She massaged my balls with one hand, milking me and teasing me. Shelley released my cock from her mouth as the last few spurts of semen ejaculated onto her face in long hot ropes of white fluid. I leaned back in the chair and watched with rabid fascination as my cum rested on her face. "So good," she murmured, her mouth full of semen. A glob of cum hanging from her chin swayed a little and then fell onto her left breast. "Oh my God, " I whispered as I watched the semen on her tit drip down slowly into the crevasse of her cleavage. Shelley smiled, somehow knowing what I was thinking. She dipped her chin down and opened her mouth up. Cum washed from her mouth, running over her lips and spilling onto her breasts. She cupped her right breast and brought it to her lips as the strangely erotic mix of my semen and her saliva oozed over her tits in a shiny, thick mass. "You like this?" she asked as she circled her tongue through it in small motions, playing with the thick globs. "Oh yeah," I slowly realized what a big load I had given her as she kept pushing more and more of it from her mouth. It hung in thick, viscous rivulets from her chin to her breasts. "Do you like this a lot?" she grinned as she tongued her semen-coated tits. "Yes," I breathed and noticed I was beginning to sweat as I watched her. "Lick them," she said to me. I leaned forward as she stood up, bringing her tits to my face. I licked my own semen from her tits. I had never tasted my own jizz before, and before now I had never even thought of it. The idea was bizarre and taboo. But as I cleaned her slick nipples, I found myself becoming aroused again. My semen tasted salty sweet, and while I would have preferred the taste of her nectar to this, it wasn't bad at all. She pulled me up to her, the remains of my cum slick between our naked torsos and causing us to slide with a hot, wet friction. We kissed deeply as I slid my hands up under her thighs and massaged her ass. Her leg raised and rubbed against mine as we melted together. "Would you eat my pussy, Craig?" she moaned. I knelt in front of her as she leaned back against the wall. Shelley stood before me naked, looking sinfully sexy as the afternoon light cascaded through the window across her body. Her breasts cast large shadows across the smooth terrain of her figure as I brought my lips to her crotch. I kissed and licked her mound, her moist flesh smooth and yielding. Her cunt was glistening with her nectar, the mound of her labia looking moist and scrumptious. I positioned myself under her, resting her deliciously thick thigh on my shoulder. I kissed all around her sex, licking and planting deep hot French kisses as I warmed her up. "Mmmm," I growled as I inhaled her scent. "Ohhhhh," Shelley whimpered as she ran her fingers over the stubble of my closely shaved head. I brought my lips to her cunt and licked gently, tasting her thick tangy-sweet fluids. Her juices were stirred and ready, her anticipation running high as her hips bucked a little against my mouth. I looked up at her, her face regarding me lustily from behind her mountainous breasts. I ran my finger along her slit and put it to my lips. Shelley smiled, thoroughly engrossed as I licked her juice from my fingertip. "Am I good?" she asked huskily as she watched my lick my finger clean, her hands tightening and releasing around my scalp. "You're so fucking sweet," I smiled and held her gaze as I lapped at her cunt. She leaned back a little, thrusting her hips out gently to give me better access. Shelley watched me, transfixed in a sexual daze as I ran my tongue up between the thick lips of her pussy and into the hot interior. I teased my way up her slit until I reached her clit. Shelley shivered, her leg momentarily squeezing around my neck as I began licking her sensitive button. Our eyes remained locked, staring at each other between the canyon of her tits. "Oh God," she moaned and tilted her face up to the ceiling. I licked and nibbled on her clit until it was swollen enough that I could suck it between my lips. Shelley shrieked as I suckled her clit into my mouth, teasing it and causing it to harden even more. I could feel her muscles shaking as I played with her. "Oh fuck yes," Shelley wheezed as she clasped her tits and began pulling on them, her fingers pinching her nipples and tweaking them as she squirmed under my oral stimulations. Her hips started rocking back and forth against my tongue as she neared her climax. Her juices were running down my chin and neck as I nibbled on her. Suddenly, she cried out and pushed her pussy hard against my face. Her arms flew back and hit the wall as she supported herself from falling over. "OHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as her orgasm hit hard. Her thighs tightened on my shoulders as her sweet nectar began leaking out. I hurried to lap it up as she bucked against me, her breasts heaving under her rapid and shallow respirations. Shelley's mouth was open wide as she tried to catch her breath, "Oh baby, yes," she moaned and ran her hands through her hair, "Oh baby, fuck yes..." "That was so good," I smiled and stood up, my cock pointing out and away from me, directly at her. We stood there in front of each other for a moment, catching our breath and processing what had just happened. "You know," She wrapped her fingers around the throbbing hard meat of my cock and motioned to the wall behind her, "We could always give them a run for their money." "A contest?" I smiled. "You game?" she pulled on my dick playfully. "Always," I said as I put my hand around hers and helped her stroke my cock. We looked at each other, our minds racing as we played with my shaft, her tits swaying and bouncing with our movements, still shiny from my semen. "Then fuck me," Shelley looked down at my cock, swollen and protruding from our combined grip, "Fuck me hard." I smiled at her and began kissing her neck as she embraced me, her fingernails running over my backside and to my ass. I knew Shelley had undergone surgery to get her tubes tied years ago, so contraceptives were a moot point. And we were both disease free as far as I knew. And at that point, all I wanted was to feel myself inside her. Shelley closed her eyes, her face beaming with contentment, "Fuck me..." "Yes," I said and leaned down in front of her as I groped her breasts again. I squeezed and kneaded her twin globes as I sucked on her nipples. She groaned and felt herself getting wet again. I worked on her breasts and slipped my hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy with the butt of my palm until her juices were flowing again. "I need to fuck you Shelley. I need to fuck you bad," I whispered in her ear as my hand became wet and slick against her cunt. "On the floor," she said, "Now." We lay down on the floor in the wide patch of sunlight from my living room window. I had forgotten the window was open, but I didn't care. I moved in between her legs and spread her delicious thighs wide. She took my cock in her one hand as she spread her lips with the other. She smiled hungrily as my head pressed against her hot flesh and began to enter. "Shit," I breathed. Shelley murmured and then contracted her sex around my shaft playfully in a series of squeezes and pulls. She said, "I know." I slid my throbbing member in and out of her slowly at first. It had been a long time for both of us, as she hadn't had sex since she and her husband divorced six months ago. She was obviously very horny and enjoying this quite a bit as her legs wrapped around my waist. The sounds of our sex began to fill the room, the wet suction and slurping of my cock plunging in and out of her sopping cunt and the fevered smacks of our kisses. "Oh yeah, baby, that feels so good. Give it to me, please!" Her voice sounded desperately hungry. Her insatiable need to get fucked was driving me crazy as I thrusted my hips over and over again. A Day with Shelley "Oh God yes," I growled, my hands planted to the floor as I looked down on her. "I've needed this so bad. You don't know what it's like through all this teasing and our flirting," Shelley tightened her legs around me and I began to fuck her harder and faster. Her tits jiggled and bounced underneath me as we found our mutual groove with each other. She began shouting, "Yes! Yes!! YES! Fuck me!" I leaned down and we began kissing frantically, our tongues rolling together and wetly sliding in and out of each other's mouths. I sucked on her tongue as she had sucked on my cock as her pussy clenched around me. Her fingernails were digging into my backside as my dick stretched out her vagina and filled her up. Our breathing was erratic and wild as animalistic grunts and sounds escaped our throats. "Fuck me from behind now!" she bit into my shoulder, "Now!" "Roll over," I grabbed her and pulled out, our actions almost violent as our need to pleasure each other became so intense that I felt my conscious mind floating away. I was caught up in the primal throes of something bigger than either one us. Shelley flipped over onto all fours, revealing her fully curved and perfect ass to me. "Do it baby!" she begged, "Fuck me hard!" Without another word, I pushed my cock back inside the warmth of her interior. I was pounding her like there was no tomorrow, my lips pulled back over my teeth. It felt so good. I watched her buttocks bounce and jiggle under my thrusts and was suddenly seized by an idea. I sucked on my middle finger until it was wet and then slid it up her ass. The small puckered opening was tight as I began stimulate her. Shelly threw her head back and screamed as I slapped her left cheek with my hand. "Spank me harder!" she yelled, her voice echoing through my bare apartment, "Fucking do it!" With my right middle finger in her ass, I spanked her with my left hand again. That was how it went, hard thrusting and powerful spankings as I finger fucker her ass. Her cheeks began turning red as we got into it more and more. I pulled my finger out of her and began slapping her other cheek, grasping her hip with my free hand. This drove her over the edge and she began to cum over and over in one very long, intense orgasm. Her sudden wild movements and shouting caused a rising in my own sex that I couldn't hold back. I gasped and tried to control the powerful swelling inside. "Oh fuck," I hissed, "I'm gonna cum!" Shelley turned and decoupled from me, bring her face to bear as I held my cock in my hand, the member rigid and stiff like a piece of tempered steel. She smiled up at me and licked her lips. She said, "Do it... all over my face." "Oh fuck!" I screamed. Hearing her say she wanted my cum all over face made me loose my last lingering grasp of control. Shelley licked my tip once and opened her mouth as my swollen purple head expanded and then exploded. Her tongue snaked out and caught the first ropy gob of semen. Shelley moaned loudly as my cock jerked and spat out several more spurts of the hot sticky substance. It landed in her hair and across her cheek and nose. I was trembling as I jerked myself off, "Fuck yes!" "Do it baby yes," she licked her spattered lips. I could hardly breathe as we sat back on the floor, our backs against the seat of the couch. She laced her fingers through mine as my cock deflated. My cum was still on her face and dribbling down her neck to her tits. It looked so shiny and wet as the semen dripped. She looked at the mess forming on her chest and then at me. "We better clean this off," she said. "I'll get a towel," I started to get up. "No," she grabbed my arm and pulled me close, "Let's clean it off together." Shelley took one finger and scooped up some of my own semen. I sucked her finger and my own jizz into my mouth as she licked a large glob of it off her chin with her powerful tongue. "Round two," she smiled and grasped my cock.