1 comments/ 20915 views/ 3 favorites Fucking My Ex By: LuisSuarez "Is that it?" We stared at each other. Dara and I hadn't seen each other in a year, and while the attraction was still there, our reunion-an awkward conversation over coffee, and then an even more awkward drink at her place seemed forced. I had caught her glancing down at my crotch when she thought I wasn't looking, and she had caught me quickly glancing at her ample bosom, which strained against a tight "The Clash" t-shirt. Dark-eyed, long-legged, with beautiful thick lips, Dara had always made me wild with lust. She liked nothing more than gagging on my cock, impaling herself on my shaft, and grinding her pussy all over my face. At least, that was then. Then the fights had started, and her job transferred her, and that was that. So we stared. I was about to go. I had the start of an erection, but was thinking acting on it would be unwelcome, or a bad idea. But I noticed she looked flushed. And...were her nipples hard? We stood at her front door in the apartment I'd never lived in. I thought- "Fuck it." Suddenly I shot out my hand-directly between her thighs and rubbed the fleshy mounds under her short skirt. She reared back, moaned, and then thrust back at my hand, biting my neck, and reaching for my cock. I was hard in an instant as I felt how wet she was. She gasped. "I wanted this," she grunted. "Why the fuck did you waste the whole evening talking about your new job? I've been wanting to fuck you all night." "Shut up." I tore her panties down violently. They were soaking. "Smell them. Rub them on your face," she said. I did. I let the scent of her pussy soak into my nostrils as she pulled down my pants and freed my cock. She looked up at me, those dark eyes, those full lips. "Did you miss that smell?" she growled as she squeezed my cock and took little stabbing licks at the tip. "Did you miss it?" She licked the underside of the shaft and rubbed the head all over her face. I moaned and dug my fingers into her thick black hair. "I'll show you what I missed," I said. I stabbed my cock into her mouth, pulling her as far onto it as possible with her hair. She gagged and moaned, then grabbed me roughly and began sucking me furiously, little moans and grunts escaping from around her tightly sealed mouth. But that wasn't enough. I laid down flat on my back on the hardwood floor, her mouth still glued to my pulsing rod, and flipped her around so I was face to face with her dripping pussy and ass. As she continued her assault on my cock I suddenly buried my face in her slit, tonguing it desperately, grinding my face between her ass cheeks, inhaling the intense, raw, primitive fragrance. I could feel her moans vibrating through my cock and her entire body, as my face ran with her juices. "You're gonna make me come," I yelled as I could feel an unbearable pressure building. "No. NO!" she screamed. "Not yet. I need your cock in my pussy right NOW." She stood up-lurching to her feet, and flattened her torso on the kitchen table, eyes closed, wet ass up, and pussy begging. I didn't need any further encouragement. I planted myself behind her quivering ass, grabbed my cock and slammed it as deep as I could. "OHHHHHHH," Dara shrieked, her body jerking involuntarily. Her ass cheeks clenched, she reared back on tippy toes and gripped the edge of the table with white knuckles. I began pounding away furiously. I dug my nails into her ass, grabbed her hair and pulled cruelly as I pummeled away. "Fuck me HARDER. Now!" Dara moaned, her eyes fluttering madly. "Stick your finger in my ass." I obliged. There was no turning back. I pumped her harder than I ever had, determined to give pain and pleasure in equal measure. She squealed and spasmed. "Yes, yes, YES! Don't wait, you asshole, keep pounding my—oh--MY GODDDDD." She screamed like a stuck animal and slammed her hands down on the table, which by now was covered in our juices. I knew her. She could come a second time, and I was close. I could feel the inevitable force building in my balls, in my head, in my cock. Now, now NOW! I shot my load over the back of her thighs, and into her ass crack. "Oh Yesssssssss!" she hissed, her pussy spasming seconds later, as she bit her lip and clawed wildly at the cushions. I wasn't finished-I slapped her ass again and again, rubbing my cum all over her back and into her hair. She hated cum in her hair. I didn't care. I'd just given her the fucking of her life. We lay there dazed for five minutes, reeking of sin and our own juices. Fucking My Ex-Wife I got divorced from Michelle ten years ago and remarried with Nelly. I only saw Michelle again a few times at funerals and birthday parties for our grandchildren. Each time I saw her I was glad we were divorced, she was such a bitch. Until recently. My daughter Nadia was in hospital and Michelle was looking after the kids. She had remarried too but her husband wasn't in good health and had recently undergone a liver transplant. I had picked up the grandchildren from school as I always did, once a week. When we got to their home Michelle was there, preparing the dinner. It was strange being alone with her again after so many years. She looked nice with blonde hair and tight jeans. Her tits looked good too in her thin pullover. I wondered if she had had a boob job. As we talked I felt a strong attraction to her. About a year after our separation she had told me that she wanted to get back with me. I was at her home which was the same house we had shared during our marriage. I had come to fix a leaking tap for her. It wasn't long before she was wearing only her panties and I was sucking and caressing her tits. I wanted to fuck her but she had her period and didn't want to do it. She gave me a hand job and said we would do it properly the following week. It didn't happen however. I was overcome with guilt and prayed that my wife Nelly wouldn't find out. Ever since then I have often fantasized about fucking Michelle, imagining it was her while I was screwing Nelly. My cock was getting hard as we talked about old times. I kept looking at her tits and I knew that she had noticed. "What are you looking at?" she asked with a smile on her face. "I'm looking at your tits, have you had them enlarged?" I replied. "They look beautiful." "You haven't changed," she said. "Still as dirty as ever. No, I haven't had them done. Nelly wouldn't be pleased if she knew you liked them." "She doesn't know." I said. Now I was really horny and I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her. I touched her hair and told her how nice she looked. She gazed into my eyes with a look that told me I could have her if I wanted. Then the kids came into the kitchen and didn't look like they would be leaving so I said that I had to go home. Michelle came to the door with me and I put a hand on her arm as I kissed her on the cheek. Then I quickly kissed her on the lips. "Can I see you somewhere this week?" I asked her. "Just you and me." My cock was throbbing now and if we had been alone I would have seduced her and I'm sure it wouldn't have been very difficult. "Where?" she asked. "And why?" "It's been so long since we were together and I often think about you. It would be wonderful to be alone with you." "How about a coffee in the shopping center on Thursday afternoon?" she whispered, looking round to see if the children were within earshot. "Two o'clock at Stacey's?" "OK," I said. "I can't wait." I had a raging hard on all the way home and masturbated several times over the next few days thinking about what was going to happen. I felt guilty concerning Nelly, especially as we love each other very much, but the thought of having sex with Michelle again was driving me wild with desire. I knew that she would probably want to have a serious affair with me and probably cause me terrible problems but I couldn't resist. I kept thinking about our sex life when we had been together. She used to let me fuck her in her pussy and sometimes in her ass but she didn't like sucking my cock. Maybe she had changed and would have had lots more experience over the years. I remembered how she loved me to suck her pussy. I wondered if she shaved it now. Thursday finally arrived and when I walked into Stacey's Michelle was already there. We had a coffee and I held her hand across the table as we talked about this and that. She said it was such a pity that we hadn't made a success of our marriage. I said that we could start seeing each other and she agreed but the problem was where? She wanted to buy some clothes and I went into a store with her. Walking behind her I saw that she still had nice shapely legs. She chose a few shirts and I followed her into the changing room. There was nobody else there and I asked if I could go into the cubicle with her. I helped her take off her coat and unbutton her blouse. As she stood there in her black bra her tits looked just as lovely as before. I unhooked the bra and saw her bare breasts. They were perhaps a bit saggier than ten years ago but they were still full with bigger nipples than Nelly's tits. I stood behind her and fondled them, weighing them in my hands and squeezing the nipples. She moaned with pleasure as I kissed her neck and pushed my hard cock against her ass. "You don't waste any time, what if somebody comes," she said, peeping out behind the curtain. "Take your skirt off." I murmured in her ear. "There's nobody around." She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She pulled down her tights and I removed her panties. She was completely naked now and I held her in my arms tight against me. I ran my hand down over her belly and she opened her legs. I could feel her soft pubic hair and I kissed her mouth, feeling her tongue on mine. I pushed my fingers into her pussy which was wet. She always got very wet when she was turned on, her juice used to run down between her ass cheeks when she was lying on her back. Her pussy wasn't as tight as Nelly's but Nelly didn't get wet the way Michelle did. She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was such a fantastic thrill to feel her fingers stroking my prick. I started to rub her clit and I soon heard her whisper the words I remembered so well, "Oh God, I'm coming." I hoped that she would sit down and suck my cock but she didn't. "I want to fuck you sweetheart," I said as I zipped up my pants. "I want to make love to you properly." "Can you come to my place tomorrow?" she asked. "Mike has to go for a check-up and it takes all afternoon. Can you come around two o'clock?" "I'll be there, I want you so much." I walked with her to her car in the car park and sat next to her for a while. We kissed and caressed each other and I wondered if we could have sex there in the car, my cock was so hard again. But there were several people around. I told her that I liked stockings and high heels. "I know," she said. "I haven't forgotten. Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening. I've often thought about you and wished you were with me. What in God's name would Nelly say if she could see us now?" "Why don't you shave your pussy? I want to suck you and it's much nicer that way," I told her. "Maybe," she grinned wickedly. "Wait and see." When I got home I was in for another pleasant surprise. Sometimes when Nelly was feeling horny after a few drinks she would put on her sexy underwear, high heels and stockings. She came into the living room dressed like that and I hoped to hell that I didn't smell of perfume. I had a scotch and watched her as she did a little dance and staggered a bit. How much had she had to drink? I stripped off my clothes and was glad that I was going to get a fuck and empty my balls. She sucked my cock for a while and then I bent her over the back of the sofa and fucked her from behind. She always comes quickly and so it didn't take long. I closed my eyes imagining I was shafting Michelle and shot a big load up her. The next day I pretended that my daughter had called to say there was nobody to collect the kids at school and could I do it. Nelly wasn't too happy because she wanted me to take her shopping but I promised to go with her on Saturday. Nothing was going to stop me from spending the afternoon in bed with a lovely woman who wanted me as much as I wanted her. I had never been to Michelle's apartment before and I was shaking with anticipation as I rang the doorbell. When she opened the door I couldn't believe my eyes, she looked so gorgeous. She was wearing a short, low cut black dress with black stockings and shoes with very high heels. We had a couple of drinks and then she stood up and took off her dress. She looked absolutely incredible in her red bra and silky red panties. Her belly was a bit fatter than before and her thighs were larger but she still had a great body. "Do I still look good? Want me to keep my stockings on?" she asked. "Yes, keep them on, and your shoes. God you look incredibly sexy, look at what you do to me." I took my hard cock out and showed it to her. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. I got my clothes off and held her in my arms against my naked body. I ran my hands over her ass as I kissed her. I put a hand inside her panties and caressed her ass cheeks, then I moved it round to the front and stroked her pussy. Wonderful! She had shaved it! Her pussy was soft and smooth. I pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them. I unhooked her bra and then she was naked except for her black stockings and shoes. My cock was dripping precum as I stood back and looked at her body. It wasn't as firm as the last time I had seen it but she was still a magnificent, beautiful woman. I sat her down on the side of the bed and pushed her onto her back. "Hold your legs up," I told her, lifting them until her knees were on her tits. I could see her lovely smooth pussy, still a bit pink after the shaving, and her asshole was visible, brown and puckered. I knelt down and kissed her cunt, holding the lips open and pushing my tongue inside. She gasped as I licked her clit. "Suck me," she moaned. It's been so long." I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and pushed my tongue as far into her as I could go. I licked her asshole and then I began to suck her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth on it until she began to cry out, pushing my head hard against her. I made my fingers wet in her pussy and pushed one into her asshole. How long since I had done this before? "Oh my God, I'm coming," she gasped, pushing her cunt against my mouth which was full of her juice. When she had finished I pulled her up and stood with my cock in front of her face. She held it in her hands and licked the precum off the head. "It hasn't changed," she said, looking up at me with a big smile on her face. Then she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. She started to suck me and stroked my balls. Nelly gives me a good blow job but this was so much more exciting, my ex-wife was sucking my cock! It wasn't long before I shot a big load into her mouth. She didn't swallow. She took a Kleenex and spat my cum into it. "You still don't swallow?" I asked. "You never liked doing that." "No I still hate it," she said. "Does Nelly swallow?" "No, she doesn't like it either but it doesn't bother me." We lay on the bed in each other's arms and I felt another erection coming. "Fuck me David," she said, "I want to feel your cock in me again. It's been ten years and nobody has ever fucked me as good as you did." That was nice to hear and when I slid into her wet pussy it felt just the same as I remembered. Every woman feels different when you fuck her. Michelle's cunt is not tight, in fact it's rather loose, but I prefer a very wet pussy like hers. I moved up higher so my cock was rubbing against her clit. I fucked her hard, kissing her passionately until we both came. Maybe I should try and sodomize her too, I wondered. Why not, there might not be another chance. I made my fingers wet with her pussy juice again and slid them between her ass cheeks until I felt her anus. "Turn over," I whispered, "I want to do it there." "Slowly then," she said and turned over onto her belly. I got on top of her and pushed my cockhead against her asshole until it popped through the sphincter. She gasped as it went in. I slowly pushed and my cock entered her ass until it was right in. Jesus, this was absolutely incredible, I was fucking my ex-wife in the ass! What would Nelly do if she knew? I moved it back and forth, kissing Michelle's neck and stroking her hair as I sodomized her, it felt so good. I shot my hot cum in her and pulled my cock out. We lay together for a while and talked. As I had thought, she started to talk about our future. Maybe one day we could be together again. I decided it was time to go. We arranged to see each other the following week and I went back to Nelly, the woman I love. It was wonderful to fuck Michelle again but we had got divorced because we couldn't stand living together. It would never work out again. I was seeing her now simply for the pleasure of screwing her. I am still having an affair with her which will have to end before it goes too far. I am in dangerous territory and it is worrying. Michelle is a bitch and wouldn't think twice about telling Nelly everything, but I can't resist the thrill of having raw, passionate sex with a gorgeous woman who will do anything I want. Fucking My Facebook Friend If my wife hadn't taken that nighttime cold medicine and fallen asleep early, I never would have hooked up with Joanne. I wasn't ready to go to bed, there was nothing good on television, and it was obvious that sex with my wife was not an option, so I went on the computer and logged onto one of the social networking sites. What impulse was it that made me type in the name "Joanne Tate," a former girlfriend I hadn't seen in—could it actually have been thirty years? There turned out to be a huge number of women with that name. I stopped counting at around fifty and concentrated on the profile pics. And with a few clicks, there she was: Joanne Tate, her hair now blonde, face quite a bit fuller and more mature but still beautiful, a few laugh lines around her mouth but no other wrinkles to speak of. It was her eyes in that photo that wiped away three decades and drew me in. I had gazed into those same deep brown eyes at the Sugar Shack Lounge, that smoky, crowded boîte de nuit in Carbondale. Yes, it had been an out-of-the-way strip club where I had first met Joanne. Newly divorced at twenty-nine, and with jobs hard to find, Joanne had resorted to stripping in order to cover her college tuition and make the payments on her Chevy Monza. She was a lovely, lithe brunette. I had seen her completely nude many times before either of us said a word to one another. She liked dancing to funky, unusual music off the jukebox. Dr. Hook's You Make My Pants Wanna Get up and Dance was her opening number of her first set. There was a double beat in the bass line before the refrain. Joanne always exposed her breasts one at a time to that one, two beat before she tossed away her top for the rest of the evening. Night after night I made sure to arrive before seven PM when the dancers took to the stage, and grabbed the table front row center every time so I could be close to the action. The local ordinance permitted topless dancing but no nude dancing. Joanne didn't care. After midnight her bottoms came off, too, favoring all the men in the club with a full view of her dark hairy bush. For the next two hours she strutted around as though clothes had never been invented, proud of her body. And there was a special trick Joanne could do if the tips were flowing and the crowd was begging for it: she could squat and pick up a longneck beer bottle no-hands. And that's with the bottle full and the cap still on. She could accommodate a forty-ounce tallboy the same way if the money was flying and the crowd cheering. Other customers would tip Joanne, buy her a drink and ask her to sit at their tables with her top off. Joanne had no problem managing easy conversation while the men stared openmouthed at her bare breasts. As for me, I never had the nerve. Until early one evening at a local supermarket I spotted Joanne standing at a magazine rack. Her back was to me and she was wearing a sequined little black number that showed off her thighs and made men want more. "We'll have to stop meeting like this," I said nervously, sidling up next to her and looking over her shoulder. She was glancing at a Cosmo article, something about thirteen new ways to bring your man to exploding climax. "Oh, hi. It's you," she said, seeming a bit flustered herself, slamming the magazine shut. "You look fantastic this evening, Joanne," I said, adding, "If that's really your name." She looked at me as though insulted that I would suspect her of using a stage name. But then she smiled, confidently extended her hand and introduced herself as, "Joanne Tate from Vandalia, Illinois. Former Vandalette, current dancing girl and occasional nude model for the art department. Delighted to meet you." "I'm Jeremy. Jeremy Wilcoxen," I said. "Pleasure to meet you at last, Joanne. Other than when you're working, I mean." She said, "Actually I have to be at work in an hour. See you there?" "Count on it." She replaced the magazine in the rack and said, "This time, don't be a stranger, okay, Jeremy? We'll have time to talk between sets. I'd love to know more about you." I was at my customary table by six-thirty PM. Joanne and I talked and talked between her sets. While we talked, I gazed into those eyes of hers and dreamed of kissing her. Every hour or so it was time for Joanne to get up onstage and perform. We never broke eye contact then either, not even when she was penetrating her prehensile vagina with a twelve-once beer bottle, then standing, hands on hips, with it still protruding from her pussy to the raucous shouts and applause of all the men in the room. I had hoped for a goodnight kiss; I received much, much more. Joanne told me late in the evening that the water pump in her Monza had gone out and although a girlfriend had given her a ride to the club, two AM was too late to call for a ride. She asked me if I would mind chauffeuring her home because taxis were hard to find at this hour. I readily agreed. It was a thrill just having Joanne riding shotgun in my Trans Am. It turned out that she lived in a modest efficiency apartment building mainly for students. When she asked me in for a nightcap, how could I say no? She brought two crème de cacaos, then asked, "Mind if I slip into something more comfortable?" "Please do." Joanne popped into the bathroom and emerged wearing a filmy lavender peignoir that left nothing to the imagination. All I could gasp was, "Beautiful!" "Nothing you haven't seen before, many times. Monday through Friday, week after week. I don't know whether to be flattered or scared of you." "Then feel flattered. I'm nobody to be scared of, unless you're afraid to be kissed." Joanne sat on the loveseat next to me, moved close enough so that her hair brushed up against my cheek, and said, "I'd rather be made love to. If you're in the mood, that is." Her unmade bed was close by. I swooped her up and carried her there. She seemed lighter than air. I lay her down on the bed, stroked her thighs, drew her legs apart and crawled between them, eagerly approaching her pussy and anxious to bestow oral sex on a woman, my first time. Giggling with excitement she said, "Maybe I'd better freshen up first. After all, I've been dancing all night." "Don't bother," I said hoarsely. "You sure, Jeremy? Just a once-over with a wet washcloth? Won't take a sec." Instead of answering I slipped off her panties and buried my tongue between her generous pussy lips. She shuddered and squealed, I hoped with pleasure. I was barely twenty-one and had never eaten a woman's pussy before. Although I'd seen it done plenty of times in porn movies, the real thing was even better. I loved the sea taste of her, the low-down scent that was undeniably woman in all her sexual glory. I loved knowing that she knew I was delighting in the honest funk of her as I licked and licked, savoring her intensifying response. She near-climaxed with a scream when I found her slickened clit and focused my tongue-pressure on it for many minutes. I reached upward and played with her nipples, those twin glories I had stared at for months, now at the mercy of my tweaking fingertips. They were already erect but grew even harder with my steady attentions. Joanne began to groan, rhythmically louder and louder as I lapped away at her. All at once she uttered a high-pitched sustained sound that was almost a whistle. Her legs clamped around my neck, heels kicked against my lower back as she arched hers. Finally she went limp, panting and laughing. "Ooh, you're good, Jeremy! You're so good! Omigod, you made me cum like a bitch in heat! That's the first time anybody's gotten me off in months, I swear!" I stood up on my knees in bed and said, "Glad you enjoyed it." "I'm going to chain you up and make you do this every night, Jeremy," she said. "No chain necessary." For the next semester until I left school it became a regular thing between us. As soon as she was through at the club I would drive her to her place, she would undress and I would eat her pussy until she came, sometimes multiple times, seven being our record. You're probably wondering why she never reciprocated or why we never shared intercourse. It was because of something Joanne had shared with me later that first night. Lustful as a puppy, I had begged her to fellate me or for us to have straight missionary sex. She declined, saying, "I'm a Catholic, Jeremy." "So?" "That means in the eyes of the Church I'm actually still married to Phil, even though our divorce is legal and final. That means it'd be a sin for us to fuck or for me to suck your dick, any of that." "What about what we did tonight?" She sighed and said, "I guess I have to believe that God forgives me for any pleasure I can't resist. I tell myself that cunnilingus isn't really sex because there's no real penetration." "Penetration? You penetrate yourself with beer bottles and cans at the club." "That's different. I don't do that to gratify myself, only for tips. Although, to tell you the truth, a time or two I came close. I never actually came at the club, though. I'm not ready to let my guard down enough to cum in front of a crowd of strange men. No offense." "What if you just gave me a blow job?" "Don't you see, Jeremy? That would be penetration." "Hand job, then? I'm really hurting, Joanne." She pursed her lips and looked at me, considering. At last she said, "I suppose a hand job's not really penetration, either. Here, lie down while I get some lotion." "You won't be needing any, Joanne," I said. I lay back on her bed while she undid my pants and my hard cock sprang to attention. "My, you are hurting," she marveled. "Big nice size one, too." She spit into her right hand for lubrication and started in. Soon she had interlaced her fingers and was milking me two-handed. "Kiss the tip, Joanne, just kiss it with your lips closed," I begged her. She smiled coquettishly, then kissed the engorged tip of my cock, her lips lingering there. Suddenly the urgency to cum was upon me; there wasn't even a moment to warn her. I ejaculated all over Joanne's face and in her hair, my store of cum decorating her like silly string. She didn't flinch, in fact seemed to enjoy having hot semen all over her face. "Did you like that as much as I did?" she whispered, blinking cum out of one eye and sweeping it away with a fingertip. "Oh, Joanne, you were magnificent! Let me look at you like that." "What, with your cum all over my face? Is that what you like, Jeremy?" But she posed for me, a sly smile on her face as she let me look. That was thirty years ago. Cut to the chase: Joanne was online that night. I was astonished to discover that she was living less than twenty miles away, never remarried. We chatted for hours, then made a coffee date the next afternoon at the local mall. I had to catch my breath as I entered the food court. I had told my wife I needed to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. I had parked as close as I could, but with the Christmas traffic it had been a long walk. Scanning the crowd seated at the tables in the food court, at first I thought that maybe Joanne had changed her mind about our meeting. But then my eyes focused on a stately mature blonde woman seated alone and waving to me. It was her. She had gained at least sixty pounds but was still a beautiful, now mature woman. I have always appreciated zaftig figures on older women because I have always been a fan of huge breasts. Joanne's did not disappoint. She wore a red Christmas sweater that showed off her abundant bosom. Her face crinkled a bit when she smiled, but all in all she was a strikingly beautiful woman, even though we were both close to sixty. I walked quickly over to her table, leaned down and kissed her. She moaned with pleasure. When our lips parted—I never wanted them too, ever—she said, "Been a long time, Jeremy. You look well. You always were a handsome man." "Flattery will get you everywhere. So how've you been, Joanne?" "You want to know the truth? Lonely. I was so glad to hear from you. You know Phil died last year." "No, I didn't." She seemed to look past me, waiting to speak. At last she said under her breath, "Remember what I used to say when we were together? Foolish of me as it was." I knew instantly what she meant, but hesitated to articulate it. "You mean how your Church felt about intimacy after divorce?" "Exactly, and diplomatically put. What a fool I was to wait all these years." She strategically placed packages and shopping bags on chairs to either side of me, then reached under the café table. To my amazement she began fondling my cock. "Are you... faithful to your wife, Jeremy?" "More or less." "How about being less faithful this afternoon, then. For auld lang syne." "What did you have in mind, Joanne?" "I want to take you home, suck your cock and let you fuck me. That's what I have in mind. It's what I've had in mind for the past thirty years." What would you have done? We both were naked before we reached the bedroom of Joanne's tiny suburban bungalow. Her pussy tasted exactly the same. She made the same sound when she came. Her breasts were larger but just as sensitive. And fucking her was the experience of a lifetime. I rode her like a mare. It seemed my cock stayed hard forever, probing her, sliding in and out of the deep recesses of her. "Are you close, Jeremy?" she gasped. "Almost ready to cum." "I want you to cum on my face. Cum all over my face and in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum." I pulled out and positioned my cock directly over her face where she lay on the pillow. The orgasm I felt was dizzying. I aimed the head of my cock at her extended tongue an inch away from her lips. She sucked on it one time and I felt myself go. "I'm cumming, Joanne," I yelled. "I'm cumming!" Joanne greedily took almost all my cum in her open mouth except for a stray dollop on her chin which she scooped up with an index finger and sucked into her mouth. The she opened her mouth wide, displaying the quantity of cum in her mouth. And swallowed. I heard her gulp, saw her expression as she watched for my reaction. She grinned lewdly and said, "All gone!" And that's why I love Facebook. Fucking My Favorite Cousin I don't know exactly when the thought of fucking my cousin became an obsession, but somehow the fantasy has played in my mind so long it has taken up residence. I think about him at night, in my dreams. When he walks in a room, I have to cross my legs to keep the throbbing between them at bay. When I visit my aunt and he's there, my body practically takes on a mind of its own. It's not right, but I am completely powerless to stop feeling the way I do. Sometimes the urge to touch him is so strong that I have to leave the room. I often wonder if he senses my attraction. So often I've imagined him between my legs that I feel like we've actually fucked. We didn't grow up together, but I don't see how that could really matter. He's not just a distant cousin. He's my first cousin. He's my mom's twin sister's son, which makes him almost like a brother. Never mind that I wasn't raised by my mother. Never mind that I didn't even meet her until I was 18, or him until I was in my twenties....he's my FIRST cousin! And I'm a good girl. Always have been. I have only been with one man...my husband....and even though we were having sex for over a year before we were married, I am nobody's slut. We've been married over twelve years. We have three kids and I am a good, moral woman. On the outside. On the inside, my mind takes me places my body only dreams of following. I fantasize. About my coworkers, even some of my friends....I daydream about what it would be like to taste women, to touch their bare breasts, to lick their wet pussies, to drive my finger deep inside them. I imagine strapping on a dildo and fucking them or being fucked by them. I think about the men I work with....what their hard cocks might look like....how they would react if I kneeled down in front of them and took them in my mouth....if they would moan in pleasure or be shocked and horrified beyond comprehension. I fantasize big...and often when I'm alone, I slide my fingers under my panties and finger myself to orgasm. I like to read other people's fantasies and imagine the sound of their hot bodies slapping together. I daydream about being there, watching, and eventually joining in the seduction. And it's not like my husband doesn't sexually satisfy me. We're still attracted to one another, and we probably have a better sex life than most parents of three that are working two jobs between them and trying to keep up with the bills. Having said all of that, I just can't explain my fixation with my cousin. I could have many other men if I so desired. In my early thirties, I'm still able to turn heads regularly. I'm 5'4" with soft curves...large nice shaped breasts with prominent nipples and a round, firm ass. My legs are long for a woman who is on the petite side. My midsection is short, and that makes my breasts seem all the larger. My hair is just past my shoulders in length...reddish brown and thick....but my eyes are my best feature...big enough that they are the focal point of my face; green and gold flecked with dark, heavy eyelashes. My skin is ivory yet not too pale. Because my husband and I still share a mutual attraction and get along so well in other areas of our married life, I often ask myself what makes my mind wander so much. Part of me thinks it's hormonal....I'm in my thirties and may be reaching my sexual prime...another part of me thinks it was because I was just barely out of my teens when I married and started a family. Having had just one sexual partner in my life, sometimes I wonder if I just want to know what else is out there. These fantasies often feel so real that the temptation to act on my feelings is great; I have to consciously restrain myself. So it is where my cousin is concerned. I remember the first time I met him. I had only met my birth mother a few years earlier, and I was reluctant to get to know this whole new family. I loved my adopted parents, and I didn't feel any emptiness in my life or any drive to find out about my heritage. I had small children, and I was content being a young mother, raising them and being a wife. One day I was carrying in groceries to the apartment where we lived at the time. My brother was helping me get them out of the car, and a stranger walked up to me. I focused in on his face, and found myself intrigued. This man was just an inch or two taller than I was, but was absolutely amazing to look at. He had short, sandy colored hair and big green eyes, much the same color as mine. His jaw was strong, and lips full. He had a barbed wire tattoo around both arms, which were bulky with muscle. In fact, he wasn't wearing a shirt that day, and it was more than obvious that he was a man who liked to work out. It was a hot summer afternoon and sweat was beading on his chest. I remember being amazed at how tan and smooth his chest looked, and almost comepletely hairless. I felt the urge to reach and touch his broad chest, but quickly looked away. I speculated that this must be how some men feel, compelled to stare at the breasts of a beautiful woman, instead of looking them in the face. If he noticed my admiration of his rock hard body, he didn't let on. Maybe he was used to women staring at him that way. Maybe that's why he wasn't wearing a shirt, but I couldn't swear to it. I guess if a guy has a six pack to show off, more power to him. With my eyes back on his handsome face, this stranger flashed me a friendly grin, and stuck out his hand to introduce himself. "Hi" he smiled. "I know you don't know me, but I think I've seen pictures of you at Mom's house, and I believe you might be my cousin. Are you Anne's daughter, Missy?" For a few seconds I was taken aback, as I couldn't believe this gorgeous stranger was related to me. Finally after an awkward pause I had the good sense to respond to him. "Yes, I'm Ann's daughter." I paused for a moment, trying to think, despite my obvious suprise. Then the thought occured to me. "You must be Chad," I guessed. I had heard enough about the family to deduce that much information. I knew Ann's twin sister, Jan had a son about my age, so this had to be him. He beamed. "Yes! I'm Chad! It is so good to finally talk to you," he continued. "I've actually seen you around several times. I have a friend that lives in this same apartment building, and I thought that was you in 24E. But I never said anything because I wanted to be sure." My brother, Mario, introduced himself to Chad and then took the last bag of groceries in for me. Chad and I stood talking in the parking lot for at least fifteen minutes afterward. He was not only a nice looking man, but seemed like a genuinely nice guy as well. When Chad's friend came out of the building and got into his car, Chad announced that he had to get going. We had been having such a good conversation, and I was disappointed that it had to end. Before he walked away, Chad reached out and gave me a warm, friendly hug. When he touched me, a spark lept from me to him. I don't know if he noticed it, but it was as tangible to me as the ground beneath my feet. When I walked up the steps into my apartment, I realized my heart was beating faster than usual. My palms were wet with sweat. I felt a little weak and my mouth had gone dry. Moreover, when I opened the door and shut it behind me, it occured to me: my palms weren't the only thing wet. I don't know if that exact moment was when I made the decision, but soon I had a change of heart. It was high time I got to know this other side of my family a lot better. Well, the years have passed and I have spent many an hour hanging out at my aunt Jan's house, getting to know her and her family. When Chad is there, we chat easily, laughing and telling stories. I'm always especially happy to see his car in the driveway when I pull up. My aunt keeps a room for him there at her house. I think she realizes he'll visit more frequently if he feels at home. It is that very same room that is the setting in many of my fantasies. It's me, Chad and a bed....no clothes, no rules, no holds barred. There are times that Chad gets me hot without even meaning to...although I'd like to hope that back in his mind he's wildly attracted to me, too. It would be such a rush to think that he's also fighting his urges...that he longs to approach me, to let me know how he feels, to reach out and touch my body...but his moral dillemma keeps him at bay. In my mind, that is the way it is. Deep inside my thoughts, Chad wants me just as much as I want him. He is constantly restraining himself, longing to feel my lips brush against his. His cock hardens at the sound of my voice alone. When I walk in the room, his eyes gravitate to my breasts, and he only hopes I will bend over long enough for him to catch a glimpse of my ivory globes. He frequently passes me in the hallway, just to "accidently" brush himself against me. When I lick my lips, he imagines them on his cock, licking and slurping up and down its length. In my imagination, Chad wants me so much that he has to excuse himself to go the bathroom when I'm around, just to relieve the tension in his throbbing cock. I can envision his hot cum spurting all over his meat, dripping down onto his hand, sticky and sadly, wasted. And finally, one day, it happens. He's come to visit his parents, and they already have plans for date night: dinner and a movie. He's disappointed, but he declines their offer to join them. He figures he can hang out, watch some t.v., eat a few leftovers, and then head home for the evening. Work was hectic that week, and he found himself in the mood to have a beer and watch a game. If more than one beer ended up in his hand, he could always crash here for the evening, fully aware that his parents would welcome his presence. Conveniently, I had also decided that hanging out at home alone was out of the question for the evening, so I looked forward to an evening with Aunt Jan. My family had tickets to an exhibition basketball game, but only four. Since basketball wasn't my thing, I had graciously allowed the four of them to attend. After their departure, I became increasingly bored, and decided to make the ten minute drive to visit my extended family. We had become so close, that drop in visits weren't unusual, so the thought hadn't crossed my mind to call first. I pulled up in the driveway, and was thrilled to see Chad's car. I walked swiftly to the door, whistling, eager to spend some time around him, even if he was just there for a brief visit. Since Aunt Jan's car was kept in the garage most of the time, it didn't occur to me that she wasn't at home. I tugged nervously on my sweater and then rang the doorbell. Much to my suprise, Chad came to the door a few moments later with a beer in hand. "Chad!" Are you the new doorman around here?" I kidded, wondering what was up. Chad flashed a sexy grin and opened the door. "Nah," he laughed. "I came to hang out with the folks, and it seems they have better things to do on a Saturday night than hang out with me. But come on in." He gestured to the living room broadly. "We can hang out if you can stand my company." There was no debating that issue, but I tried not to look too eager as I entered the house. Only one light was on in the living room, and the t.v. guide was tossed on the floor next to a plate of chips and salsa. Chad's beer was on the end table, along with the remote. Chad, of course, was looking unnervingly sexy as usual. Casual attire suited him, so he looked perfectly cozy in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans. I glanced away, trying to concentrate on anything else in the room. Turning toward the t.v., I reminded myself that this was my cousin, and the moisture forming in my crotch was entirely inappropriate. Maybe a good drama on t.v. would destract me from my lustful thoughts. Finally the t.v. screen came in to focus. A commercial was loudly and convincingly praising the virtues of the latest restaurant to invade the city. Without realizing I was hungry, my stomach growled. I hadn't even had a chance to sit down, but the piping hot meals on the screen reminded me that I hadn't eaten all day. I couldn't believe how fast I went from horny to hungry. Inwardly chiding myself, I silently cursed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was acting like a typical male. My mind jumped from sex to food in two seconds. That must've been some kind of record. Making it worse, Chad heard my stomach's protest, and he chuckled. "Have you had dinner?" He inquired. I rolled my eyes, mortified that my body would give me away so readily. What other signals was my body revealing? I shook my head. "It's been one of those crazy days. I didn't have to cook for the kids, so I haven't thought to eat." I admitted. "If I have ever forgotten to eat, I don't remember it." Chad chuckled. "Salsa and chips?" he offered, motioning for me to sit next to him. "Okay, I'll take you up on that." I decided. Chad pulled a pillow off the couch and patted it. I plopped down eagerly, and without any further prompting, I scooped up a chip and wolfed it down. "So much for being seductive," I thought, trying to keep salsa from spilling everywhere. Meanwhile, Chad got up and headed toward the kitchen. In my zeal for nourishment, it hadn't dawned on me that this salsa might not be the mild variety. "That's spicy salsa, Missy." Chad informed me, just as my eyes were filling up with tears. "Want a beer?" "Sure" I squeaked, wiping my eyes with my sleeve. Momentarily, Chad was back with a cold beer, which he opened and held out to me. I quickly guzzled a large swig. Not normally a beer drinker, the amber liquid eased the burning on my tongue enough for me to take a breath. "Sorry about that," Chad said, looking sheepish. "I should have warned you." "No harm done," I smiled. "I didn't give you time to warn me. If you hadn't backed off the chips I may have taken a bite of your arm." Chad smiled. "That might've been fun, ya never know," he joked, reaching for what appeared to be his third beer. Maybe it was because he was sitting so close to me...maybe it was because I chugged the beer so fast, or maybe it was just my excitement about being alone with this man, but I found myself acting just a little more flirtacious than usual. "I bet it would have been," I muttered, reaching for a chip. Suddenly, Chad grew silent. He looked down at the plate of chips, and then took a deep breath. He stared at the plate for what seemed like an eternity, and then lifted his beer to his lips, taking a generous swig. Inside, I felt panic, wondering if I had so deeply offended him that he was going to ask me to leave. I braced myself for his rejection. Slowly, Chad looked at me. I know my face must have given away my fear. "Missy?" Chad spoke, his voice barely over a whisper. "Yes?" I managed to answer. "Please don't take me wrong, but do you ever feel like...well...I don't know how to say this...do you ever have feelings about us that are...kind of...not..cousinly?" I swallowed hard, barely able to contain my excitement. I nodded an afirmation, and without speaking, I realized that my gesture indicated that I wanted our relationship to change. By the look on Chad's face, it became clear that he wanted the change just as much as I did. In what seemed like super slow motion, without taking his eyes off of me, Chad slid the plate of chips and salsa to the side. I hadn't realized just how close we were sitting, and with just an adjustment of his shoulder, Chad was staring directly into my eyes. Neither of us moved or spoke, but what our eyes said spoke volumes. Chad broke our gaze, and reached out for my hand. He brought my hand up to his lips and gently kissed it, then pressed it against his face. I could feel the stubble of his beard rough against my palm. For a moment or two we just sat there like that, looking at one another: Chad holding my hand, me holding my breath. It was almost like time was suspended as we tiptoed in to this new territory. Chad was the first to break the silence. "Missy..." he began, and continued at my nod, "I want you to know that I have wanted you since even before we met that day. From the first time I saw you at that apartment complex, I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew you were married and I knew you had kids and I knew you were my cousin. But you were so damn gorgeous...all I can say is that I felt...drawn to you." He took a another breath and went on, "The thing is, over the years we've hung out a lot and instead of me feeling LESS attracted to you, I've wanted you more every time I've seen you. I've tried to tell myself a thousand times how wrong this is, but I can't get it through to... myself. And here's the thing: I don't know what's going to happen here. I hope this doesn't backfire in our faces and make you want to run away from me. Because I don't just want you. I love you. Not just as a cousin, but I LOVE love you. I know we can't be together like I want to be because of who we are, but I can't help it. I am crazy about you." Chad paused and looked almost like he wanted to cry. He went on, "Missy, if I can only have you just this once, it'll be worth it. But damnit, I can't dream about you one more night knowing I'll never get to have you, or taste you, or hold you. I want you so bad that I can't think straight anymore. Does any of this make sense?" Somewhere along the line, as Chad spoke, I found my voice. I exhaled and whispered, "Chad, I don't care who we are or what we are tonight. I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you. I've wanted you since that first day I saw you and I haven't stopped thinking about you since. I don't want to analyze this, okay? I don't want to overthink it, and I just don't want to wait one second longer to be with you. I don't care. I don't fucking care. I just want to have you even if it's just this once." Chad smiled a tight smile, and rose to his feet. He reached out his hand to me, and pulled me upright. Just a few inches taller than me, we stood face to face. In an instant, we were in each other's arms. Not breaking our embrace, Chad leaned into me, his lips touching mine for the first time. I swear it felt like shockwaves ran through my entire body; this kiss igniting a fire that we had long tried to ignore. At first we were delicate with one another, tenderly brushing our mouths together. It was almost as if I had never been kissed before and I yearned for more....anxious for the kiss to crenchendo into something deeper, more meaningful. As if he read my mind, Chad's warm lips parted and his tongue delved into my mouth, pushing our heat to a whole new level. I groaned and pressed my tongue against his, teeth hitting teeth, lines blurring and boundaries falling. This passionate exchange went on wildly until I could feel my lips beginning to swell from the forcefullness of our kiss. Chad began to run his fingers through my hair, over my neck and shoulders, and finally coming to rest just above my collar bone. Breaking our kiss for one painful moment, Chad looked at me, a mix of lust and uncertainty in his gaze. "Are you sure about this?" he uttered, showing such amazing restraint that I couldn't help but feel even closer to him. "I have never been more sure about anything," I confirmed. I was certain that if he didn't touch me again soon I would surely lose my cool and rip his clothes off like a woman crazed. With one swift motion, Chad removed my blouse, tossing it to the floor. I followed his lead, eargerly undressing his torso, tossing his sweatshirt to the floor as well. While I smiled at the familiar sight of his massive chest, Chad paused to take in his first glimpse of me. Gazing, he admired the green lace bra which barely held my ample breasts in check.