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I Like That!

By: Ed0613



I really like that!

I think it all started a few months back when Sandra and I moved in together. We had worked with each other in a department store when we first got out of school but I moved on to a better job while she opened her own interior decorating business. We seamed to click so we stayed in touch, dated, became serious and finally, a few years later, took an apartment together.

Anyway, back to the part I like so much. This was our regular Saturday morning ritual. She was nude and sitting on a towel on the edge of our bed. I was also nude and sitting on the floor between her open legs. I had a pan of warm water; an aerosol can of shaving cream jell in the water, a disposable razor and an old-fashioned shaving cream brush. I carefully dampened the part around her pussy with the water and then squirted the shaving cream jell all over the area. Next, using the brush, I lathered the entire spot until it was all covered with dense, warm, white foam.

Now, ever so cautiously, I began to shave the stubble of hair away from the spot I like so much. Perhaps stubble wasn't the right word, it was only soft, light brown fuzz to begin with. Slowly, like a man in a minefield, using the razor and my fingers, I stroked, fondled and caressed the tender flesh around her snatch. Her legs were still spread wide but now her heels were on my shoulders and she was leaning back on her elbows, her head bent forward so she could see what I was doing to her pussy. 

By the time I had completely removed the suds, the slit of her cunt was oozing moisture. I wiped away the last bit of the foam and then easily leaned forward and took the precious lips into my mouth, first as a kiss then probing at the opening with my tongue and finally sucking the now noticeable clit between my lips. My alternating between probing and sucking was getting to her so she let her head fall back and simply enjoyed what I was doing.

Two, maybe three minutes of this and she was squirming and whimpering in delight and my head was now captured between the shapely legs that were clamped tight around it. Relentlessly, I continued my attack on her sweet pussy, stabbing at it with my tongue, massaging it with my lips until I finally slipped my finger under my chin and into her snatch and began manipulate her "G" spot. The volume of her squealing increased in tempo so much that I was afraid our neighbors would hear, but I pressed on. 

Now she released the death grip on my head and was trying to push me away, twitching and jerking each time I touched her with my tongue. Finally I moved back just a little and covered the area of her pussy with my hand, sliding my thumb into her. Although she appeared to be almost lifeless, every few seconds there was an involuntary muscle spasm and I could feel the constriction around my finger. The interval between the ticks became longer with each passing minute. At last there was a light snore and, by her regular breathing, I knew she was asleep. I slowly removed my hand and moved her around on the bed so she would be comfortable. She was still nude so I covered her with a sheet. She was smiling and there was a look of serenity on her face.

In the bathroom, I washed my face and wet a washcloth with warm water. Back at the bed, I raised the sheet and, using the warm washcloth, wiped the wetness away from her pussy without waking her. I laid down beside her, secure in the knowledge that, when she woke up, it would be my turn.

Sometime later, I awoke to the most pleasant sensation a man can experience, his penis being massaged and caressed by soft lips and a tongue. I opened my eyes and she was standing over me, bent over from the waist with my cock all the way in her mouth, deep down her throat. She was nursing on me like a baby would nurse on its mother's tit, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing, occasionally rubbing the tender helmet with her tongue.

She stopped, looked up and smiled at me and said; "Oh, good, you're awake. Now it's my turn to shave you." She laughed, "Your dick is stiff enough to use as a handle." 

So she did, pushing my hard pole this way and that, she lathered me up from my lower belly to mid thigh and under my scrotum. Then, with the finesse of a fine surgeon she deftly wielded the razor back and forth, up and down and expertly shaved my entire groin area. I really liked the way she lifted my cock, moving it from side to side and out of the way of the sharp blade. By the time she was finished it was like stone, so hard a cat couldn't scratch it. With a washcloth she wiped away the last trace of the lather and then once again took me deep in her mouth.

Last month she bought a book on 'deep throating' techniques and asked if she could practice on me. Of course I was a gentleman and let her. Now, I must admit she was really getting good at it, so I lay back and let her practice her art. The softness of her mouth as it slid up and down the sensitive areas of my cock was unimaginable. When her tongue touched the susceptible spot on the head I was lost in rapture. Up, down, in, out, I tried to watch but the bliss of a professional blowjob is not something you can see, it can only be felt and then only with your eyes closed and your mind adrift on a sea of love, listening to the symphony of sex to the beat of your libido.

So, there I lay, my eyes shut while the gentlest creature in the world worked her magic on me. Unfortunately, the entire experience was far too short lived and soon I could sense the impending end if this rapturous encounter. I tried to hold back but it was like stopping a runaway train. There was nothing I could do and soon I felt ecstasy as pulse after pulse of my cum spewed out of my cock and deep into her mouth. I was completely spent, awash in the sensation of orgasm, gasping for breath. 

She didn't bat an eye and continued to nurse on me until the last vestige of my seed had been milked from me and I was so sensitive that I was fidgeting each time her tongue touched me.

Her hand was softly caressing my penis and balls when she swallowed and said, "MMM, you were loaded. Let me go wash my face. I'll be right back."

I was almost asleep when she returned and climbed into bed along side of me. Again she began to fondle my soft dick. "Don't you go to sleep, big boy. I still want you to fuck me when you have recovered enough."

She continued to play and I was beginning to respond when she said, "Do you remember Alicia, the pretty little Hispanic girl the does some work for me now and then?

Boy did I remember Alicia, a little plump but beautiful, with long shiny black hair, a nice round ass and wonderful boobs. So I said, "Yeah, I think so."

"She recently broke up with her boyfriend and I was telling her about our Saturday morning shaving sessions. She said she would like to try that so I told her you would do it for her. You don't mind do you?"

Gulp! "I guess not, if that's what you want." 

"Oh, good. Also I loaned her the book I had on 'deep throating'. She said she wanted to learn how to do that too. I told her she could practice on you. Is that OK?

As a gentleman what could I do? "Yes love, if that would make you happy."

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Copyright © 02-24-2009 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.

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I Like The Feeling



Working all day in medical administration doesn't leave much time for sex. I am 36, pretty in a normal kind of way, at least I think so. I'm not huge busted or anything that is out of the ordinary really. Just a woman, twice married and twice divorced.

In all my life the total number of men I had actually been in bed with can be counted on just one hand. Until I met my friend Lee, one of the Doctors I oversee at the wellness clinic. Lee can best be described as one of those women who somehow attracts men. Add in that she is naughty as any woman can be and we made quite a pair.

Fast friends for sure, Lee shocked me constantly and I wanted to be like her, just no nerve on my part. I promised her I would write about that time we got a bit drunk and actually picked up two guys. God. I actually let both of them screw me so did Lee. Orgasms too, better than the kind I give myself when I do it to me at home.

The best part was being naked and letting them look at me and they liked it! They both got hard just looking that was wonderful and nasty and all of the feelings I never knew at once.

I wanted to feel that again but I didn't know how I just followed Lee's lead. Funny thing is if Lee was around men were around but if I was by myself men would look but seldom came over to try and talk to me. Even if they did I was nervous and never said the right thing but when Lee was there it was easy. So I almost bawled when Lee said she was taking a position as a volunteer medic and leaving for months.

Lee often told me stories about how it was when she was married, her husband passed away some time back. I read all of his stories and all of hers, if they are all true then WOW! But I am sure some are made up still some of them made me wet just reading them.

I mean actually letting someone screw right in front of her husband and he liked it? I had heard of that but wasn't sure it was true, but I know now it is. Lee and I had two guys in the same room at the same time and then switched, never in my life had I dreamed I would ever do anything like that and like it.

I decided to try on my own, I wanted another one of those big orgasms. I thought about going to the beach but all of those kids would just show me up, I thought about going to a shoe store but I was afraid. 

I decided to try the park, there are always lots of people around and I was thinking I could maybe have some "accidents?" I looked in my closet and found a dress I hadn't worn in ages. It was thin with flowered print but it buttoned all the way up the front. It was too long so I trimmed the hem to about 3 inches above my knees and resewed it. It was a little loose on me, I realized I had lost a few pounds off my 5'5" frame (well stretching as much as I can hehe) I put it on, unbuttoned the top to just above my nipples and the bottom to just a few inches below my crotch.

I left my bra off, and tried several different sets of panties none worked. Finally I settled on a soft blue pair that matched the print well. They fit snug so I clipped the elastic on one side (I got the idea from one of the stories) but that looked funny so I clipped the other side, too.

Now it folded almost into me and gapped on both sides that should do it. Off I went with a blanket and a basket, not sure what would happen. God I was actually going to try and expose myself to someone I got all damp at the thought and it made my breath shudder in the start of that feeling I wanted again.

At the park I looked around, all of the kids were over by the skateboard section and the ballfield, there were several couples sitting on the grass in the sun. I looked over by some trees and there was 3 guys in their 20's sitting there sipping some beer so I headed that way, not too close but close enough. I spread out the blanket aand put my low folding chair by it and sat down, pulled out a book and some water, watching them through my sunglasses. I knew if they looked that they could see the bumps my nipples were making in the cloth, the print hid them but they were still obvious.

I waited and waited, I got some glances but that was it. I let my legs open a bit, got some more glances so I did a couple of little scoots with my butt that made the panties slip a bit. I felt them loosen in my crotch and waited. Nothing just more glances, what the hell did I have to do?

I was getting bored and unhappy, the sun was warm and making me sleepy so I leaned back and dozed I guess.

"Hi!" woke me up. I opened my eyes, this cute guy was standing by my chair looking at me.

"Sorry, but you are going to burn." 

"Oh thank you." I realized the unbuttoned part of my dress had gapped and my loose panties were pretty obvious and I knew I had pubic hair hanging out both sides. I looked up at him and he was looking at my face but I pulled my dress together anyway.

"Pretty red already."

"Oh, I have some sunscreen" I reached for my bag.

He sat down, "I am Kerry."

"Sally." I was rubbing the oil on my arms.

"Your legs are worse."

I looked, red and angry looking, I wondered how long I had dozed.

I started to rub oil on my legs, he sat and watched as I rubbed it in nearly all the way to the top, giving him just a glimpse in the process.

Kerry smiled, "You need to sun the backside or you will look funny."

"I..."

"May I?" he asked.

"Uh..sure." I felt that sudden flash of pleasure at the idea, got up and stretched out on the blanket. I felt a little sting when I did, realized I had sunburned my breasts and front.

Kerry took the sunscreen and spread it on my calves up to the back of my knees. "You will burn right through that dress." he said.

"I..OK."

He slid the dress up to the bottom of my panties, I was pretty sure that from where he sat he could see my butt. He started spreading the oil on the back of my thighs the sensation was wonderful. He was getting bolder and not missing much, I felt his fingertips slip up alongside my privates, a bit closer than necessary, I just let him.

"I will burn my back." I told him. "I better go."

"No don't go! We can just slip it down while you lay on your front."

I hesitated, thought that why not? This is why I am here. I reached up and tripped some buttons, lay down as he slid the top of my dress down to my waist. I was laying there naked to the waist letting a total stranger rub oil on my back! He even did the sides of my breasts, getting even bolder as I showed no resistance. I felt his fingers reach under and brush the side of my nipple, sending a little shock through me when he did that. Finally he said, "All done."

I lifted up to button my dress, I knew he got a good look at my bare breasts when I did that. Pulling the front together, I sat up and buttoned it back up. He just looked me up and down and smiled. I pulled one knee back, the flap on the other side just barely covered my crotch. I was now sopping. All I could think of was his fingers that had just brushed alongside my pussy, so close that just another inch and he would have been at my slit. It had been a slow caress, not spreading oil. My dress was sticking to my back though and wouldn't lay right, I knew he could see my panties with my bush sticking out both sides. I damn near orgasmed right then.

"How about we take a walk?" he asked, a catch in his voice. I looked him up and down, maybe 25 or so, cute, bare chested wearing just shorts. The bulge at his groin looked nice.

"OK." I got up and took his hand, we wandered off down the trail for a few hundred feet, stepping off to a nice grassy point in the shade. He turned to me and took me in his arms, I folded in like I had done it all my life. His hands came up under my dress, one on each side, grasped my panties and slid them down. I lifted my legs one at a time and stepped out of them. My hands dropped to his penis, I felt him through his shorts, nice and solid, maybe 7" or so. He dropped to his knees, head went under my dress, mouth found my naked pussy, and he was licking me!

My eyes almost crossed, I wasn't used to this. His tongue brushed me, went in me then brushed me again, I opened my legs to let him, finally they wouldn't hold me up and I was down on my back as he went at me greedily. Then he slid up my chest, somewhere he had lost his shorts, his erect penis was right in front of my face. I opened my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world, he went right in. It was hard against the back of my throat, I tried at first to slip it back and forth then finally I just settled in and started sucking on him, rolling my tongue around on him. I suddenly realized I liked doing this it was getting so hard!

Then he pulled out and was back between my legs, I went off like never before, so hard I saw spots. Then he was pressed against me, working around into position. I felt his hand reach down, felt the shock as he touched me, coolness as he spread me then heat as he probed my entrance. And he was in me and we were fucking! I was lifting him up with each thrust, he went fast then slow, around in circles somehow, I was straining to follow him.

"My God I am fucking a stranger!" came into my mind as I tried to get all of him into me then I just exploded into one after another of the most powerful ripples I ever felt. Suddenly I couldn't stand anymore, I started to reach to stop him when I felt him explode in me. It was so strong I could feel each burst beat against me deep inside, I exploded again.

I lost some time after that, coming back to the here and now just as someone called out, "Kerry, where the hell are you?" We looked up just as two guys came down the trail, they spotted us and came to a dead stop. I panicked and looked around for my dress, it was at least 20 feet away. Kerry was still inside me, he looked up at the two. "Sally, this is Fred and Herm." I started laughing, then said, "Hi, guys!" What the hell could I do?

Fred started to mutter an apology, Kerry just laughed and said, "Relax, she likes being looked at." giving me a knowing smile. Then he pulled out, leaving me there with my legs spread. I didn't bother to try and close them, watching the two guy's eyes go right to my swollen snatch.

Kerry sat back, I looked and realized he was still about half hard. I reached out and grabbed his cock, enjoying the slick feeling of it covered with our combined juices. I was in heaven, Fred sat down right beside me and reached for my right breast, fondling it. I left my legs parted, just allowing his touch. Kerry reached down and spread the juices leaking from me all over my slippery lips, Herm stood there for a second, hesitant.

"Come on." I patted the grass beside me. He smiled and sat down, reaching out too. In no time both of them were naked, too. Herm was dark-skinned, some Indian I think, his cock was only about 5" long but fat and uncircumcised. I got him inside me next, he lasted and lasted, I must have had 3 orgasms as he struggled to reach his, I was pretty slick by then. I held Kerry and Fred's cocks the whole time, they were leaned down sucking my nipples as waves swept over me.

Fred had one that was big, it was at least 9" long and one of those fat circumcised knobs. I was waiting for Herm to finish, he finally did with a groan. Fred quickly took his place, going in easily but filling me to stretching. He lasted a long time too, not as long as Herm but it was wonderful. I was a little tired but still managed to climax with him, I had long since lost count. He grunted the whole time which was distracting but still good. Finally he withdrew, and Kerry took me again, on and on. Kerry was easily the best of them for some reason. Then Fred again, I was starting to get sore but it was so good I didn't want to quit. When Fred finally withdrew I looked at Herm but he was done, so were Fred and Kerry.

I finally came down, my breath came back to normal. It hit me what I had just done. I got a towel out of my bag, cleaned up all three, giving each a little tug and a quick suck, I figured I might as well top off the day. I cleaned myself up as best as I could and slid my dress back on.

They all sat there, still naked, maybe a bit in shock at what had just happened. I smiled, reached in my bag for a pen and paper, wrote down my number and handed it to Kerry.

"Call me sometime, guys!" And I headed off down the trail. I had just got done being a complete and total whore, and I liked every minute of it. 

I bet they call, too.



I Like the Way You Wash Your Hands



"I like the way you wash your hands." Said a woman as she cornered me at the sink of the girl's restroom. A tiny closet of a room with one stall, constructed in the corner of a fairly large half-bathroom, tiled with off-white ceramic.

She pinned me against the sink cabinet with her hips and breathed purposefully from my ear to neck.

NOTE: This was the first attractive woman that had done this; therefore, I was contemplating whether I really needed to duck, doge and bolt out the door for aid from my Lesbian Brother, who was sitting at the bar gawking at the bartender.

In the mirror I could see her pale complexion, blue eyes and blonde curls.

Her hands traced the seam of my jeans, drifting underneath my shirt. I jumped, tickled by arousal.

"Mm," she said, "you like that?"

Her pelvis pressed into my rear for added emphasis. 

"What else do you like?" She whispered.

Her lips suckled my neck.

Eyes closed, my dizzy head fell onto her shoulder, knees shaking, ready to buckle into her.

"You know, I own this pub... I have a loft above." She said. Her fingers trail-blazed their way to my bra as she continued to gently grind into me.

I was too nervous to speak; but, my eyes caught hers in the mirror, and I wished she'd hear my silent desire for more.

She giggled, lips brushing me as she did. A soft bite nipped my skin.

Unable to resist any longer, I fell forward onto my elbows and ground my rear into her.

Her voice delightfully satisfied, happy for my reaction. "Slow down," she said, taming my motions with her hands. Clearly she wanted to prolong our introduction, savor our arousal. "Let's go to the loft before someone comes in." 

Her hands coaxed me, brushing my hips with their own convincing tone. Her hands wanted me now, but her voice wanted me later.

"Okay." I groaned.

It was hard to resist, and she knew for she hastily took my hand and whisked me out the bathroom. We snuck through the hall, up a flight of narrow steps next to the kitchen.

The pub was a large stone building, lined with dark brown wood floors and deep green lights. All lights in the stairway were off, leaving it pitch-black for business to prevent unwelcome guests exploring her loft. I sensed her grin as I clung to her, relying on her to lead me. Her arms lean and defined from lifting liquor crates reassured me with calm confidence as I trusted her. Swiftly, she flung-open the door of the soft-blue loft and slammed it behind us.

We stood giggling against the door for a few minutes before locking lips. Thighs against thighs. My fingertips threaded her hair, pulling her gasps and sighs into me.

She groaned, "Mm." A second of hesitation. A smile. Her lips curved to a sly crook as she withdrew from my wanton grasp. My desire for more was unbearable.

"I'm going to use the restroom, I'll be right back."

"Okay," I said, confused as we were in the downstairs restroom not five minutes ago. While she was gone I had a delightful opportunity to view the blue paint and icing-white embellishments of the loft. It was as if her ceiling's seams were decorated like cake.

Her wood floors, gently rough with age, presented a quaintly-worn look; and, her floor-to-ceiling window-walls, although chilly for winter, overlooked a beautiful, four-story library across the street. Its marble architecture with gargoyles and window-pecking condors towered over the city's establishments.

I felt her lace, cream-colored curtains. Her bed comforter was a hand-woven British flag. On her bedside dresser lay a stainless steel tray and tea set, empty and neatly arranged, as if a cleaner organized her loft.

I heard the latch of a door, but no footsteps, toilet flush or running water. Thinking it was the front door to the pub, I turned to see who it was. Blind-sided, startled, wrapped in her arms and glossy lips. I blinked. She smiled. I felt an unnatural bulge against my leg. Subtle, yet undeniably noticeable by touch.

I unzipped her jeans and felt her hard strap-on. Black marble.

She pushed me onto the bed, stripped her pants and crawled onto me. The marble cocked brushed my stomach as she licked my lips and traveled downwards to the seams of my shirt. Her tongue slipped in and out, underneath, jesting my breaths as I gasped for one and sighed another. 

POP. 

The button of my jeans opened and her fingers crawled beneath the fabric, smoothly pulling them off. She smiled at my lace-lined underwear and its feminine, sporty look, savoring the moment. Then kissed and nibbled my hips as she peeled my underwear off. Tracing my mound with her nose, she poked her tongue into me with a delicious moan, and caressed my cunt with a long lick.

She laughed as her nose bumped into something hard. "What's this you naughty girl!" She pointed at a small button on my pee hole.

"It's a vibrating urethral plug!" Smiling, I twisted the end, exhibiting its whirring sound.

BZZZZ.

"Do you like the engine?" I asked.

"I love it!" She grinned in awe and delight.

A frown flashed her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." She said.

"..." I waited.

"It's just I was looking forward to trying the marble strap-on out." She said, starting to take it off.

"Wait. No. It's fine." I chuckled, taking the tip in my hand and kissing her lips.

"But won't it hurt with the urethral vibrator?"

"On the contrary, it'll help. Do you have lube?"

She day-dreamed to the welcome surprise of my urethral vibrating plug co-exhibiting with her marble strap-on.

"Oh yes! In the bedside drawer." She said.

She crawled to the drawer and returned with an overwhelming box of lube, plopping it in my lap.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of lube." I said...

"Hopefully I get to use it all." She winked and pulled out several packets of various flavors. "Beef jerky, Cotton Candy, Cranberry, Raspberry, Strawberry, Vanilla, and Watermelon."

"No way in hell am I going down on Beef Jerky," I said.

"How about Watermelon?"

"Sure." I said.

My urgent need to arrive continued to grow with the buzzing urethral vibe.

She tore open the packet with her teeth and dabbed a small amount of watermelon lube on my lips, letting me taste it. Then waited for my response.

We smiled.

"Give me a moment while I lube Misses Marble." She said, turning from me and lathering her marble cock.

"Misses Marble?" I asked, taking her shoulder and turning her to face me.

Her cheeks were blushed with embarrassment. "You'll see," she said. "Just don't call it a cock. I don't like that."

"Okay." I said, smiling at the silliness of the situation.

She lathered my cunt and 'Misses Marble', gently, strongly, without any sense of hesitation. Her embarrassment replaced with a courage and curiosity to endeavor. The watermelon lube was cool, as I like it, and I could smell its irresistible candy-appeal from a distance.

As I went to lick the watermelon on Misses Marble, I noticed that Misses Marble was sculpted in a delicate woman's silhouette.

I grinned, trying not to laugh. "Your favorite meal wouldn't happen to be pancakes would it?"

"Absolutely! Coconut pancakes with cherry sauce!" She grinned beyond the boundaries of the loft, glowing with inner vibrance.

I pushed her onto her back. Our lips connected, even as I mounted Misses Marble and gently rammed her head repeatedly. The syrupy lube glided easily. I looked down, curious to see what Misses Marble looked like from this angle and saw the lube's watermelon-glaze glinting between our wet cunts while the hands of Misses Marble appeared to be pushing in and out of my cunt as I rode up and down.

"Oh Fuck!" I said. "She's fisting me!"

My partner roared with laughter beneath me, joggling Misses Marble pleasurably. My continued thumping reinforced her wetness as the pressure of pounding built against her pubic bone. Her clit swelled, ready to escalate and arrive.

Our profound musical giggles and snorts catalyzed an immense orgasm. Joy, a shared energy crawling and sprinkling our skin, lifted us to a whole new level of bliss.