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Serial Sex

By: ainu



I'm like most, perhaps all, single females in this country. I'm looking for a man. I want a man. Actually, "want" is the wrong word. Need. I need a man. All my adult life I've been in ongoing relationships. I'm used to doing, and having done to me, everything lovers with healthy sexual appetites do to each other. My vagina and his penis, definitely. But a lot more. Hands and mouth and tongue, also definitely. Just looking at each other, smiling, and having sexy thoughts. Knowing that a little later you're going to be satisfied for sure. Making sure you satisfy him, that he enjoys everything, because then you know he'll reciprocate and you'll experience the greatest highs of your life. Just trusting one another, feeling free to try anything, depending on one another. It's more than just sex, it's a whole life style. And I don't want to live without it. I don't mean it's a matter of life and death. It almost is but it's really a matter of having the full life that you want. Of being happy and contented instead of bitchy.

I'll find a guy. In fact, a guy will probably find me. It's happened in the past. I guess I'm attractive enough that guys notice me. I mean, I'm not Miss America but I'm doing the most I can with what I have. I'm a little tall, 5'8". Slim, although I prefer trim, at 116 pounds. 31 years old. I've always been athletic. I'm on a mixed-sex softball team in a league and also on a mixed-sex soccer team. The last five or six years I've also been going to a gym. I began to feel that I wasn't staying fit naturally as I used to and needed some good workouts. My last boy friend claimed I was like the actress Jennifer Garner that's in the TV show Alias and that he wouldn't want to fight me because I'd probably beat him. I don't think I'm as attractive as her, although my body probably is similar to hers since I'm in great shape. And I have dark hair sort of like her and my facial features are at least symmetrical and normal. My boy friends have always told me how good looking I was.

I've been in four long term relationships over the years with a half-dozen one nighters in between as I tried to find the right guy for the next long term. It all started back in high school. I don't know about you but I suspect that in the sophomore and junior years of high school most kids experience what I did. We know nothing much about sex but it's our number one topic. And the number one part of sex for the moment was oral sex. We heard how you wouldn't get pregnant that way but would still experience sex. We even heard second hand what some girls who claimed to have done it had to say about it. So, I was intrigued.

I was dating this guy, George. We were both athletes, both on varsity teams at school. I had been a string bean but great at basketball. And the string bean had started to get some shape to it by then. My breast's weren't huge, B cups (as they still are), but they were there. And I had hips and a butt. And plenty of hair around my genitals.I used to look at myself naked in the mirror and think about sex. A lot. George and I necked pretty heavy, feeling around, but had never really done anything more. I wanted to and I'm sure George wanted to but he was much too nice to push me much and I began to think it would never happen. When it finally did, it was because I dared him.

We were in the driveway at my house, shooting baskets. We were both good at it. Sometimes I could beat him and sometimes he could beat me. I don't know how I got the nerve but all the talk with other girls at school had got me aroused, I guess. So, I said, "George, let's have a contest from the foul line."

"O.k.," he says, "for what? What does the winner get?"

That's when I came up with new rules. I looked him right in the face. "If you win, I suck you. If I win, you lick me, tongue fuck me."

He just looks at me. He's a good looking guy, tall, lots of other girls would like to date him. Then he gets this lopsided grin. "You're on," he said.

I had the ball so I stepped to the line and shot. I missed the whole basket. I was too good for this to be an accident. As the ball bounced back, I turned and tossed it to him. He looked at me with a questioning face, then grinned and stepped up to the line and threw the ball hard against the back board. As it bounced back, he took it, turned to me and said, "I guess we both lose." I've thought since that it was a terrific thing for him to do.

Up in my bedroom I led by getting naked so he did, too. The first time we saw each other naked. Since I had invented this, after we kissed, I had him sit on the side of the bed. I kneeled between his knees and got hold of his very erect, very big, cock. Big enough it scared me a little that maybe I had gone too far. I had felt it through his clothes before but in person was something else. I kissed it and looked at it and finally got my mouth around that big lump at the end and starting sucking and licking. I didn't have the faintest idea of what to do but the more I did, I discovered that I sort of liked it. It was very sexy. I tried to get more of it in my mouth. I kept one hand wrapped around the bottom part of it and sucked on the top half. I almost accidentally got hold of his balls with my other hand. 

I don't know what the connection is but as I sucked on him, I could feel my genitals getting wet, acting sexy some how. I moved my hand from his balls down to myself and slid a finger into me. And then it was like he exploded in my mouth. To say I was surprised is an under statement. It had never entered my mind before. I lifted my head up and away from him and he shot stuff on my face. My mouth was sort of drooling what he had shot in me first. It's one of those times when your mind works awfully fast or something. All sorts of things ran though my mind in a split second and I realized what was happening and what girls had mentioned before. So I put my head back down and got him back into my mouth and took the rest of it. I had a huge mouthful. I had no idea what to do. I think it was instinct or something that had me swallow. Meanwhile, George has his hand in my hair and is saying, "Nancy, that's unbelievable. You're so great."

It took a while for us to sort it all out. I licked my lips and tasted everything and we both were standing and he was holding me close and we kissed and kissed some more. And then I'm on the edge of the bed and he's down between my knees and as he gets to me I spread really wide to give him room. I've never experienced anything better in my life. I mean, since then I've had terrific sex but that first time that a guy's mouth and tongue and fingers got me to an orgasm was something else entirely. His face ended up all wet and sticky from me and we were holding each other and kissing and laying on the bed and he was hard again and soon was pushing in to me and I realized it's exactly what I wanted. It didn't hurt at all, I must have lost that barrier somewhere before. It felt weird, having something inside me but it also felt great. We both had another orgasm as he fucked me.

George and I had regular sex for about five years, through high school and through the first couple years of college. We both went to college in our home town. We never lived together. We both lived with our parents, in college just as in high school. But lots and lots of sex. Lots of condoms after that first time until I got on the pill. Getting the pill wasn't easy since I had to get my mother involved but she seemed to understand. She even told me once that if the pill existed when she was my age, I might never have been born and she might never have married my Dad. Anyway, we had lots of sex and tried everything we could think of. 

In college, George didn't make any varsity teams like he had in high school and I did, basketball. I was no star but I was on the team. He took different courses than I did. We gradually found some new friends. We both began to realize that all we really had was sex. We weren't buddies any more as we used to be. It took a while. As I've learned since, break ups are always difficult. And we never really had a fight and broke up. We just saw each other less and less until it all disappeared. Today, he's long since married and a father and when we see each other, which is seldom, we're still friendly. But it's long over. I did learn from him, though. For instance, he took varying times to cum. And the first time was always the quickest. So, accidentally, we had done it right that first time. If we were going to do more than just a quick fuck, things went best if I sucked him off first. To begin with, I liked to. But it also got him to then eat me. And he would recover while he was getting me to an orgasm so that after, when we fucked, he lasted a long time and I would orgasm again. Maybe more than once. I think I also learned that I'm naturally horny. I mean, sex and penises aren't always at the top of my mind but they aren't very far below the surface. Almost anything brings them up. I guess, b asically, I'm always ready for sex. I don't think that's true of all girls.

So, I missed the sex a lot. I had my first one night stand. I was just so horny that when a guy made a move, I cooperated. It really wasn't all that good and I felt like a slut. I'm not sure I learned anything but for the moment I realized that maybe I shouldn't immediately fuck every guy I met.

I was in the commons area at school having a cup of coffee with some friends. They all had a class and left. A guy came up and said, "Hi Nancy." It took a moment and then I knew who it was. A basic, required Sociology class had hundreds of students so we broke into smaller groups that were taught by a TA, a teaching assistant, and only got the full professor once a week in a huge auditorium. This was Dave, the TA that taught that class last year. So I said hi and he sat down and we talked and I finished my coffee and he asked me out for a date that night. 

Well, he had been getting his master's and now, that accomplished, he was going for his doctor's and had moved up a level to whatever the lowest level of full time teacher is. And he had his own one-bedroom apartment. And after a movie that's where we ended up and I had sex without feeling like a slut, even though I did it on the first date. In fact, I felt like a princess or something. I ended up moving into his small apartment with him, which my parents didn't like at all and I was afraid they would cut me off but they didn't. Sex with Dave was something else. I learned a lot. For one thing, what I remember the most, he could eat me forever. Really. I'm sure it was for more than hour sometimes. He'd bring me up and then slow down and then bring me up again and slow down. I would end up pleading with him to just fuck me and then I'd shut up and enjoy it because it was just so good. I tried to do the same with him. Make him last and last. But much sooner than him, I'd get too horny and quit sucking him and climb on him. He would kiss me and kiss and lick all over my body, my legs, my butt, my toes, everywhere, slowly working to my vulva as he called it. Then lick on my vulva forever before finally getting it in me and fucking.

I'm sure I became a much better lover from being with him. Much more patient. Much more sensuous and less urgent. I also learned to live with someone, to sleep with someone. I spent a few nights with George but we were never in bed to sleep. But if you're living with someone all the time you have to get your normal sleep. Not that there wasn't lots of sex but we actually did sleep, too. Eventually, we didn't even have sex every day. And then there's getting up in the morning and getting washed and dressed and made up for the day with both of you in a little bathroom. Or trying to shower or bathe together in spaces not designed for that, which gets very sexy. I remember sitting naked on the john while Dave stood next to me naked, brushing his teeth. He must have been thinking about something because his cock just grew and grew until I grabbed it and pulled him to me and tried to swallow it. Things like that made life very interesting. I lived with him through part of my junior year and all of my senior year. I got a job in the accounting department of a federal agency (where I still am) after graduating and lived with him for almost a year more. But again, he was academic and I was in a different world and we just sort of grew apart while remaining to be stuck together by our genitals. I ended up getting my first apartment.

Then I screwed up. I had several one night stands. I would just get so horny I had to do something. Dumb. After softball games both teams would often stop at a bar for some beers. A guy on the other team got active with me and we ended up back at my place. As soon as we got in the bedroom he climbed on and stuck it in me. No foreplay. I told him afterwards that he didn't cut it at all, that I was going to have to satisfy myself and he got insulted. Which was o.k. with me because he left. Another guy that I met at the gym turned out better at first but then he'd call me at 2 am and want to come by. I was to become his easy fuck when he hadn't found anything better. Well, I never let him back even though he called a number of times. And there were a few more that I don't even want to remember. When you get horny enough you do dumb things. Or at least I do.

At work, I got called briefly into a meeting with some foreign guy that was doing business in the U.S. and was looking for some special permits. I gave a little accounting information and left. A day later I got a call from the guy. He wanted to take me out to dinner. So I went. He was a very nice guy. Maybe forty. Good looking. Dressed beautifully. A very expensive restaurant. He's French. He's setting up a business operation in the U.S. that's connected to his business in France. Anyway, I went back to his hotel, a beautiful, expensive hotel, and we ended up making love. Really making love which is more than just fucking. He's good. Even better than Dave used to be. He told me how lovely I was but kept repeating it as he tasted every bit of my body. I mean he made love to my whole body. It was just great. Then we did almost the same another night. He told me that he was going to be traveling back and forth a lot and spending a lot of time in the U.S. and wanted to arrange to be with me every time he was here.

He told me more, too. He has a wife and children in France and he's happily married. He wants me to be like a second wife here but yet not actually be a wife. Just a mistress. Well, the sex was terrific and I didn't have anyone else at the moment so I agreed to an extent. I would come stay with him when he was in town but I would keep my own place and my job. I would use him for sex just like he would use me for sex. I'd be his mistress but at the same time he'd be my fuck toy. And he was happy with that. I figured I could back off any time. I wasn't a home wrecker because if it wasn't me it'd be someone else and I had no plans to try and steal him. 

André and I ended up having three years together. He was here about half the time. He bought me great clothes, nice gifts. I stayed in expensive hotels with him, ate in terrific restaurants. He even took me to many social occasions. I met many of the people he worked with. A couple even made a pass at me. I saw more plays and operas than I ever had before. It was a very different life. And then he must have bribed some government people in his work because he went back to France permanently and managed to barely escape a lot of legal trouble here.

So I was back on my own and, truthfully, fairly happy about it. Being with Andre was like living a fairy tale. It wasn't real. But the sex had been great. It was very real. Now I wouldn't miss half the softball and soccer games any more. But I also needed to find a man to have sex with. And I didn't want to do a dumb thing like I did before, run through a half-dozen one-night stands in order to find someone.

There was a guy from our office on our softball team. Clint. A nice guy. Good looking. From a completely different department so I never worked with him. But he's married. By accident, I ended up sitting next to him at a place where we often went to have a few drinks after a game. He seemed very down, very sad, so I asked him what was wrong. It turns out his wife left him. She left him for another woman. Well, actually, she kicked him out and brought her friend in to replace him in their bed. He was sad about her leaving but felt even worse that she preferred another woman over him. It made him feel less of a man, he thinks. I tried to say good things but, truthfully, what can you say in a situation like this? The way my mind works, I tend to think some good sex is always the best possible answer. So I told him that instead of feeling bad, what he needed to do was find another girl fast and have some great sex. Prove to himself that he still had it. Sort of like getting back on the horse after it throws you. The next thing I know, he's making all sorts of moves on me, telling me that I'm right and how beautiful and desirable I am and so on. Well, I needed some good sex myself so we ended up back at my place.

Well, he's actually very good. More like George than Dave or Andre. I mean, horny and wanting sex rather than trying to make things last longer. He has a really nice cock. Seems to just fit perfectly, both my mouth and my vagina. And he loves to eat pussy. He fucks like it may be the last time in his life, really hard at it. And he's up for going at it over and over. He had three orgasms that first night. I must have had four or five anyway. He's nice about it, too. Says a lot of good things and is gentle when he should be. He even ate me again after he fucked me, which is not the norm from my experience but is just terrific. 

Turns out, he's living in a motel so the next day he checks out and moves in with me. For a while, every night was like that first one. But, as it had always before, the sex started to slow down a little over time. I mean, it still happened and was still very good. But instead of three times a night, he'd go twice. Then once. Then every other night. And that's where things stayed for about two years. I suspect we still had more sex than most married couples and he never denied me when I felt horny. He also stayed very good at eating me. Sometimes I think he'd rather eat me than fuck me. Interesting. Why would a female choose another female over a male that loved to eat pussy? Is a strap-on dildo better than a real cock? I guess I'm jusy very hetero. To each his own.

But then his wife wanted him back. She decided she'd rather have him than her girl friend. He told me that I was much better in bed than his wife and all sorts of nice things but he went back to her. I'd be willing to bet that she missed his income and will probably keep her girl friend on the side but still, I was again in need of a guy.

No sex at all for almost two weeks. Which is where this whole story started. Frustrating. Maybe it made me picky. I finally call the building super about a small leak under my kitchen sink. I probably should have a couple months earlier but it never bothered me much until now. The super asks me about my schedule and says he'll have a plumber come by. Anyway, one evening after work, it must have been about six pm, my doorbell rings. Maybe it's my frustration but when I open the door I see the man of my dreams. Gorgeous. Tall. Very manly, lots of muscles. Nice looking. Great smile. I think I must have been staring with my mouth hanging open because he interrupts me.

"I'm here about the leak under your kitchen sink," he says. "Jake the plumber."

I come back to my senses a little. I reach out to take his hand. "Hi, Jake," I say, "Nancy. C'mon in." I can't keep my hands off him. I almost pull him in. I touch his side, put my hand on his back to guide him to my kitchen. I also quickly check his fingers for a wedding ring.


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He opens the cupboard doors under the sink, kneels and starts pulling out the stuff I keep there. I get down next to him to help. I sort of lean against him just to feel him, touch his hand as he gives me some of the stuff he's taking out. I was never so happy to have a million things stored in there because I got to work with him and get an even better look at his fantastic body. He finally lays on his back and scoots in. I stand up and move back a little. I'm staring at his crotch, thinking about what's inside his coveralls. "Well," I hear him say, "Your drain isn't leaking. That's where I usually find the problem." There's a pause, he says, "Ah, there it is." and then he starts scooting back out. He looks up at me and smiles, reaches into his case and gets some tool and scoots back in. "I think all I have to do is tighten this," I hear him say. A pause. Then an exclamation, "Shit!" I can see his body sort of jump and I can hear a sound like a faucet was just turned on. 

He scoots back out again. His face and hair and whole upper body is soaking wet. He looks up at me and grins then looks into his case and rummages through a whole lot of parts. "I thought all I had to do was tighten the connection," he says. "But it must be very old and very corroded and it fell apart. Rusted out. I should have turned off the water first but never expected it to fail like that." He looks up at me with a sheepish grin. "I got it turned off now, though." Then he held up a little, shiny thing and says, "I can just put this on there and fix it in a jiffy."

"But you're all wet," I say. "You ought to get out of those wet clothes."

"I only have briefs on under these coveralls," he says, looking at me, "I think I better just finish the job."

"But it's going to be a mess. You better get out of those wet coveralls. Seeing you won't bother me." I didn't say it but almost did, that it would bother me but in a good way.

He looks at me and sort of cocks his head a little. Then he grins. He sets the little part down and starts unzipping his outfit. "Just remember, you asked me to," he says.

I kneel down next to him and help him slide them down over his legs. He's really gorgeous. Just a great body. "I'll hang these over a chair to dry." He lays back and scoots back under the sink. I stand up and put his coveralls over a chair and then look at his body. That's a delicious looking bulge in those tight briefs. 

Almost immediately he's scooting back out. "There, all fixed. But there's a little mess in there. Do you have any rags or a towel I could use to clean up the spill I made?"

"I'm staring at his body, almost drooling. "Oh, yeah, sure," I finally get out and practically run to get a towel. I come back and give it to him. He grins at me again and then turns his attention to under the sink. Then he backs out and starts putting everything we took out back under. I kneel down again and hand him things. I put my hand on his back to sort of balance myself but really just to touch him. It all gets done. Then this almost naked, gorgeous hunk of maleness is standing next to me. I can't lose him. "You've got stuff smeared on you," I say as I sort of rub his chest, "You should take a shower and get cleaned up." I take his hand to lead him to the bathroom and start out. He actually follows me. I get a towel out of the linen closet and pull him into the bathroom. "Here," I said, handing him the towel. He's standing there in briefs, socks and boots. I think I want to bite him or something. I smile at him and he smiles at me and I back out of the room and close the door.

I go into the bedroom, turn the blanket down, get out of my clothes, and completely naked head back to the bathroom. I hesitate a second, getting up my nerve, and can hear the water in the shower running. I open the door and go in. My shower is above my tub, with a shower curtain. I can see his shadow moving behind the curtain. I go over and at the end away from the shower head I pull the curtain open a little and start stepping into the tub. He turns and sees me and gives me a huge grin. As I step fully in and pull the curtain behind me, he steps to me and puts his arms around me and we kiss. I can feel all of his body against me.

"Nancy, you're beautiful. I wanted you as soon as you opened the door."

"Me, too," I say and kiss him again and run my hands down his back and onto his butt and pull him even tighter against me. When we finally break the kiss I hold on to him, kiss his shoulder, and reach down between us to wrap my fingers around his cock. His very erect cock. It's like a Christmas present, my most desired present. That feel of firmness with a squeezable outside. Flesh. I want it so much. I slowly lower myself, kissing his chest, his abdomen, sliding my fingers back and forth on that lovely, firm cock, and am finally on my knees looking right at it.

It's perfect. Big and strong and very, very male. I kiss it, lick it, get my lips over that misshapen hunk at the end. I love this. Why is it so great to suck a cock? It's sex personified or something. I've heard girls say they'd never suck a cock. Ugh! Or, guys just think you're a slut cocksucker if you do that. Not me. All the guys I've spent any real time with love me to suck them. And they always end up licking me, eating me, and I love that. I know there are guys that say they'd never go down on a girl. The same "ugh!" as the girls who won't suck cock. Well, I hope the ones that won't manage to find each other. But Jake's cock is terrific. Long enough for me to get the head and a little more in my mouth and still get my hand around it, so I can move my mouth and hand together and jerk him off while I suck and lick him. I use my other hand to fondle his balls for awhile and then run my fingers up between his balls and his ass hole. That seems to always be something guys find sexy. And then he cums in my mouth. Cums and cums. It's terrific. Sexy.

As I stand, he starts kissing my shoulders, then moves to fondle and kisss my breasts, then suck on one nipple and then the other. I look up feeling great and use the shower spray to rinse my mouth. His hands and kisses move down over my stomach. When his mouth reaches my pubic area I lift a leg and put it over his shoulder, giving him access to me. He's really good. His mouth and tongue are all over me, then he's sucking on my clit. I can hardly support myself, I'm practically sitting on his shoulder. For all the sex I've had, this is my first vertical cunnilinguis in a shower. I hope it won't be my last, it's exquisite. He doesn't stop when I cum all over his face but finally straightens and we're tight against one another kissing.

He turns off the water, picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, both of us still wet. He lays me on the bed, my butt at the edge and my legs off into the air. Standing, he aims himself into me. I wrap my legs around him and he starts pounding into me. Literally pounding. Banging hard and as fast as he can. It's all so perfect. My butt is raised some so I'm supporting myself on my shoulders and upper back plus my leg s around him. I have both arms out on the bed for leverage. As he bang s into me, I shove back with everything I can and pull him into me as much as I can with my leg s. It's all fast. I'm flexing about every second and breathing and almost yelling out of emotion at the same time. Sort of like those female tennis players that let out a big exhale and yell on each shot. Except mine are coming a lot faster than theirs. I suspect I'm hyperventilating a little. Whatever, I'm almost out of my mind. I cum and seem to just keep cumming, staying at an incredible high. It's wild. And he lasts and lasts and keeps on fucking and fucking me until I'm about out of my mind.

We end up both exhausted, looking at each other with our mouths hanging open. I drop my legs from around him and lay there awkwardly with half my body off the bed. He grins a little.

"That was something else," he says. "The best ever."

"Yeah," is about all I can manage except a weak smile. Then after some breaths to recuperate, I add, "We fit. We need to do a lot more." After a few more breaths I manage to get my feet on the floor, sit up and then stand up. Since he's right there, I'm fully against him. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his shoulder, which is where my mouth is. "I think I need to wash up again. And dry off this time. Then get back on the bed with you." He kisses my forehead so I look up to him and he kisses me on the lips. A nice, soft, loving kind of kiss.

"Yes," he finally says. "If I'm up to it after that experience. You're the sexiest girl I've ever known."

In the shower - thank goodness my apartment building has lots of hot water - I use a bar of soap and my bare hands to wash all over his body, feeling him and telling him what a great body he has. I spend a particular amount of time on his penis and testicles and I can feel that he's about ready to start responding again. He's about half hard by the time I finish. Then he washes me, telling me I have the sexiest body ever He spends a lot of time on my breasts. When he gets to my vulva he's on his knees again and says he wants to get it really clean so he can taste it again. I tell him that will be perfect with me. Then we dry each other and I know I just get hornier and hornier and it's obvious that he is getting that way too. When we get back to the bedroom, I sort of motion for him to get on the bed and he does. As he lays back, I climb on top of him and straddle him and get my pussy right on his face and his cock in my hand and then my mouth.

I know he'll last a long time, he's already cum several times. I play with his cock and balls a little and kiss him and lick and suck on him a little. I don't want to make him cum. I do want to fgeel everything he's doing to me, though. And I want to cum. Boiy, he's good at it. He really wants to be tasting me because he acts as if he's hungry for me, mocving his tongue and lips around and sucking and licking. He gets his lips on my clit and pulls on it while he's sucking until I think I'll lose my mind. He has a couple fingers up in me, moving around as he sucks on my clit and I can't hold back any more. He's got to be getting a face full from me. I sort of sit up a little and moan and my whole insides seem to be moving.

I quickly lift off him and jump around as fast as I can to get my vagina lips over his lovely cock and sit on him and take him fully up into me. It all feels so greart! I ride him and ride him, feeeling him moving inside me. He gets his hands and then his mouth to my breasts. Then, sucking on one nipple, he moves one hand down and starts diddling on my clit as I ride back and forth on his cock. I don't think I've ever had another orgasm as quickly before. I'm at an all time high. I lay down on him, his fully erect cock still in me, as my vagina pulses and contracts and emits more juices. 

"Jake, this is so good," I say.

He puts his arms around me, rolls me over, staying in me, and gets up on his knees and starts fucking me some more, pushing in, pulling out.

"It sure is," he says. "I've never felt so sexy before in my life. I want to fuck you forever."

"Go right ahead," I say, grinning at him, "I'll love it."

Her starts pounding into me again. I don't know how else to describe it. It seems as if he uses all his weight and strength to shove into me as far as he can get, then back out an d then all over again. Over and over and over. I have my legs spread, my knees bent, my feet on the bed, shoving my hips back up at him. This isn't soft and gentle and loving, it's just animal sex. It's both of us fucking as hard as we can. I can feel an orgasm coming. Then it hits. It's so hard it hurts. I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him tight. He has to feel my insides churning, spasming. Finally I start to return to normal. I look at him and smile and we kiss. He moves his legs a little as if maybe they had cramped. I realize that he's still full hard. I can feel him moving in me.

"You're still hard," I say as I move my legs and arms from around him. "Maybe we should try something we haven't yet. Let me get on my hands and knees and you can get into me from the back." He pulls out, slowly, as if he doesn't really want to come out of me. I slide up and scramble around onto my stomach and get my knees under me. He has his hands on y hips. I can feel his cock against my butt. He must be holding it, aiming it into me. Then it starts in. I'm so hot and juicy it slides all the way in. I wonder if I'm getting looser and not tight enough for him.

"Fuck," he says, "You have the greatest pussy ever, it's like you're pulling me in." He's definitely in. Maybe further than ever before. It feels perfect to me. He starts moving his hips and I feel his big, lovely cock moving inside me. I should be tired of this by now and I'm not. It makes me wonder about myself. Can I ever be satisfied? Actually I can be. At least for a moment. I was just a couple minutes ago. But now, it's like we're starting all over and I want it so much. His one hand has moved off my hip and is down around me, his finger feeling around right where his cock is sliding in and out of me. He hits my clit every once in a while and I jerk. I'm sure he can feel it. I bet he's grinning. He just keeps sliding in and out, long moves, not quick short ones. Fuck, I'm going to cum again. I can feel his cock, he's stopped. It feels as if it's actually growing or something. He shoves way into me. He starts shooting off, which makes me shoot off. Fuck, this is so much!

We're laying there facing one another, touching one another, tired. Fucked out for the moment but still wanting to do something with each other. Both naked. "You are absolutely the sexiest woman ever." He says, grinning. "I could just do this forever." Then he kissed me again and squeezed my butt. "But I have to get my truck and stuff back. I sure want to see you some more, though."

"You can't go yet, your overalls aren't dry." I put my leg up over him, opening up between my legs, reached down between us and grabbed his soft cock and tried to rub it against my genital lips. "And if they are, I'll toss them in the sink and get them wet again.

He grinned at me. "So I'm a prisoner, huh?"

I rolled onto him, pushing him on his back. Straddling him I let my breasts hang in front of his face. While only B cups, they're shaped nice and look good hanging loose. I leaned both arms onto him. "Yes, you're my prisoner. I'm going to lock you up and use you as a sex slave."

Still;l grinning, he replied, "You wouldn't have to lock anything. I'd be glad to have that happen." I leaned down and we kissed. His hands went onto my butt and I slid back a little to get my pubic mound on top of his cock. I slid back and forth on him just a little. "You're never satisfied, are you?" he asked.

"Jake, you've satisfied me over and over. All sorts of things satisfy me. Orgasms definitely satisfy me. But they make me realize I want to feel like that again. So, yes, I'm often satisfied but I also almost always want more."

"Well, the truth is, I want more of you, too. But I have to admit, I mentioned my truck because I haven't eaten since lunch and I'm hungry. I've already taken advantage of you and didn't want to try and get a free meal from you, too."

"Well I haven't eaten since lunch, either. Well, except you. Is there much food value in cum? So, c'mon, I'll get something for us."

I put a can of soup in a pot and onto the stove. We're both naked and he;s following me, touching me. I get bread, mayonnaise, sliced turkey and lettuce out of the fridge. As I'm standing, putting the sandwiches together, he's behind me, his arms around me. He's just enough taller that I can feel his penis sort of resting atop my butt. It fits right in the space where my lower back flares out to form my butt. It feels as if it's a little meatier than it was, so he's working his way back to a usable, erect cock, I think. He's running his hands up and down my front, on my stomach, my hips, holding my breasts, as he presses into me in back.

"You have the absolute greatest body I've ever personally seen on a female," he says. "You must be a professional athlete."

I grin. "No, I'm an accountant. A CPA."

"You must be the sexiest accountant in the world."

His fingers are playing with both of my nipples and I love it. I put the sandwiches on plates, turn and hand them to him. I get the soup into bowls, get out some silver ware and fill a couple glasses with water. We sit next to one another and eat. He keeps moving his hands over me and almost moaning. I do the same to him. We do manage to actually eat the food.

"I'm ready for dessert," he says. He stands and pulls me up, then puts his hands on my waist and lifts me. He's strong, he just lifts me as if I weigh nothing. He sits me on the table, gets between my legs and kneels down and gets his face into my crotch. He gets his mouth and tongue and fingers busy and I can hear him slurping. Or maybe it's me juicing up myself that I hear. Probably both. 

"Jake, you're really terrific at this. I'd almost rather have you do this than get your cock in me." Then I add, " Almost."

"That's because you have a beautiful and delicious pussy, Nancy. I've never had such a good look in full daylight before," he manages to blurt out as he moves his face free for a moment. 

Then he's back into me, sucking on my clit as he gets a couple fingers up into me. Wow! Every orgasm is good and this one is no exception. After sucking on me and noisily slurping up everything I emit, he stands, grins at me and starts his lovely cock into me. I wrap my legs around him. He gets his hands under my butt and lifts me and carries me, still in me, towards the bedroom. With every step, his cock gets forced up into me, then moves out slightly. I've never experienced this before and it's terrific.

He lays me on the bed, never coming out of me, moves us around some by just shoving my whole body with his cock inside me, and we're in standard missionary position and he's banging away with all the energy he has. It's all just perfect.

Later, after we've both cum,we're laying there. "I have to go to work in the morning," I say, "So maybe we can both get out of here in time for you to get to work, too."

He puts his arms around me and kisses me. I kiss him back. We hold each other, close our eyes and rest.

I wake up a little disoriented, as usual, and look at the clock, as usual. It's a good half hour before I have to get up. There's a slight movement next to me, reminding me that Jake is laying there. We're both still naked. I pull the covers down enough to see his body. He's on his side facing me, his cock hanging loose. I get my fingers around it and start playing with it a little. It responds. I slowly push him onto his back so I can get at him better. I use one hand on his balls and the other on his cock and it's soon standing up. I get my lips around it and start licking and sucking. I can feel him moving a little and aim my eyes up at him. He's laying there watching me, grinning. 

Without taking my mouth free from his lovely cock, I move around and get my bottom over him and start sitting on his face. I guess he's in the mood because I can feel his tongue in me. This seems a perfect way to start a day.

In the bathroom, later, as I'm getting ready for my day, he asks me to go to dinner that evening with him. 

"Nancy," he says, "You are the prettiest woman, with the most fantastic body, I've ever known. And to top it, you're even hornier than I am. I want to keep this going as long as I can. Let's get to know each other somewhere other than in bed. Can I come around after work, say, 6:30, and take you out to dinner on a real date?"

I agreed and at work I keep thinking back about the terrific sex we'd had. I can't get it out of my mind. And if I ever get busy on something else, I'm reminded by the pleasant but almost sore feeling I have in my crotch from all the heavy action. Back home, I change into something a little dressier and then Jake shows up at my door in a coat and tie and looking gorgeous. At dinner we talk about each other. I learn that he has his own business that's fairly new but he now has two other plumbers working for him and has plans to grow. Right now he lives in what's almost just a large room with a bath upstairs from his shop. His only office staff right now is an answering service but he's thinking of hiring the wife of one of his employees to become a part time staff, to make appointments and schedule work. Actually, to do a lot of the non-plumbing work that he has to do now in order to run a business. And I tell him about my outside sports and my job. I've now been nine years with the government, have had a couple good promotions and passed my CPA exams three years ago.




Serial Sex



When we get back to my place, I discover that he has a small case with him that will let him brush his teeth and shave and change clothes in the morning. So he's planning on spending a second night with me. I'll have to see how permanent we can make that arrangement. But first things first, we both get all our clothes off and into the bedroom.

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