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Aging Gracefully

By: techsan



Author's Note: the following story is a work of pure fiction, based on a nugget of fact. The people in this story actually exist, although no real names are used. The thread does exist and the banter between strangers who became long distance friends really occurred … and is ongoing. The meeting and subsequent events in this story are a total work of the imagination of the author and what he wishes earnestly might happen with these ladies. Oh, yes, the most accurate facts in this story are those relating to the beauty and sexiness of the four women involved…but even my words don't do them real justice. My thanks to Pookies, Copper Butterfly, Martini in Silk and Dee957 for their cooperation in my story, for their editing efforts, and especially for their friendship.

I could not believe my good luck. Here I sat at the back of a big café in a strange city, at the back side of a round booth with two beautiful women sitting on my left and two beautiful women sitting on my right. True they classified themselves as "mature" women but to me that simply meant that they had lived long enough to be experienced and very ripe and luscious. The best thing about "young" women is that they become "mature" women

But let me tell you how I came to be here. It would be fair to state that I am older than all of these lovely ladies. By the time I became aware of their existence, I was retired from an interesting career in computer systems, having made a comfortable living. But, without female companionship (or at least, not very often), I went searching for an alternative.

No! Not that kind of alternative! I'll leave that lifestyle to those who enjoy it. Personally I enjoy women. So if I didn't get lucky enough in the real world to be honored with their favors very often, I could at least exercise my imagination. I began to search the Internet, looking not for porn but for something more satisfying. I found it when I stumbled across a site called Literotica.

Literotica provides a forum for just about every sexual taste. Many people write erotic stories and post them for others to read and comment about. Other places on the site provide a forum for simple discussions between strangers who wanted to talk about the same subject. Some forums were used just to chat, others were used to post pictures, often including pictures of the delights of various women or the cocks of men and occasionally pictures of activity between two or more people. It was a sort of "something for everyone" kind of place.

I had always had an active imagination and envisioned all kinds of scenarios that resulted in me having sex with a wonderful woman. In the real world, I have been lucky enough to sample the wares of several ladies (no, I've never counted and don't want to) and I have never, ever come across one that I didn't like … well, some more than others, but I have liked them all. And, of course, in my imagination, all women are very beautiful and very gracious and generous.

I began writing my stories and submitting them for posting. As time passed, I would have a casual encounter with a woman in a store and my imagination built a whole story about it developing into a wonderful sexual encounter. Or I would see pictures of some woman on Literotica and a similar situation would occur. Occasionally one of my real world encounter would come back to mind and I would write the story, occasionally just as it happened, usually embellishing it to the story I would have like to happen.

Thus it was that one day I was perusing the Amateur Pic Feedback thread called, "Tits of the Mature Lady!" Well, that was like waving a red cape in front of an angered bull … except that my emotion was lust instead of anger. I have always thought that the tits were among the most amazing features of women and there is nothing like the tits of a mature woman. They tend to be large, soft and wonderfully expressive. I have often followed a woman to get a better view of her after catching a glimpse of large boobs. It is a situation that makes my mouth water, yet turn dry while my penis grows stiff and struggles to find expansion room in my pants.

A person with the user name of milkjug had opened this particular thread. Not exactly a term of respect for the dear woman but, guessing that she might have suckled several infants through the early months of their life, I could believe that she might have felt like nothing more than "a milk jug" at times. And yet that nourishment directly from the body of the child's mother along with her loving, caring attitude to her offspring is exactly what makes me so drawn to her mammaries.

In this case the lady had a huge pair of boobs, and my mind jumped immediately to the image of her, on hands and knees, as I plied her treasures from behind, those jogs swinging and swaying wildly until I captured them in my hands and pumped myself into her. The fact that she was a mature woman only made me harder, made me want her more.

I subscribed to the thread and went back to it often. Although milkjug did not post many times, other mature women joined the thread, adding pictures of their breasts to those of the originator. Most of them started out a little shyly, posting a "bust" shot where they were wearing a sweater, blouse or dress and then worked their way into more erotic shots.

Some ladies came to the thread, posted one or two pix and then disappeared. But four women, four magnificently-endowed, beautiful, witty, intelligent women, posted their pictures, chatted with anybody who stopped to acknowledge them, and then posted more pix. I'm not certain about who came first but a lady with the username of Pookies posted several pix of her beauties. About the same time user Copperbutterfly (properly Copper Butterfly but usually shortened to just Copper) posted her fabulous breasts. Another user, Martini in Silk (casually referred to as just Martini) posted her fantastic bulbous beauties. A little later, the thread was honored when user dee957 began posting.

All four of these ladies posted multiple photos of their treasures, much to the delight of me and other men who visited the thread. Like other females, most of the guys came by sporadically, as they had time. A couple of guys and I seemed to have more time and posted more frequently, letting the women know how much we appreciated their generosity. Actually, in my case, that was not true … I never felt like I could find the words that were strong enough to convey my true feelings. Every time I went back to the thread and found a new picture, especially if it was from one of the "Magnificent Four", I felt so honored, so humble, so inadequate to express my gratitude … and lust. Sometimes I tried to hide the lust I felt for these women but I know it came through. I could only hope that it did not come through as a sign of disrespect, the very last thing I wanted or felt.

All four of the women turned out to have tremendous senses of humor. They took all the comments from guys and gals alike, many of them pretty ribald, and turned it into something self-deprecating or funny or just plain sexy. "E-kisses" were doled out by the gross. The ladies made us feel like kings, and referred to us by all sorts of sweet endearments, most of which were probably not justified but nevertheless were gratefully received.

Anyway days and weeks and months pass and I found myself spending as much spare time as I could checking the Tits thread. I found out that Pookies had a husband but Copper did not, although she did have a long distance relationship with a boyfriend. I wasn't sure about Martini or Dee but I didn't see them mention one. Occasionally I would exchange private messages with the individual ladies but most of our comments went into the public forum of the thread. I certainly didn't mind letting anyone know that I thought these were among the greatest women on earth.

There was always a lot of talk about getting together. I would write one of the ladies about how much I appreciated her magnificent twins and ask if I could squeeze them or maybe lick them or something, things I knew were just talk and would never happen. We lived too far apart and after all, this was just fantasy … wasn't it?

Then one of the ladies … I don't remember who brought it up first … suggested that as many of us as could get together for "coffee" or something. That got the talk started, slowly at first and then an excitement seemed to mount. A city close to the heart of the country was suggested as a meeting place and a few days later, Martini advised the name and address of a café that we could use for our meeting.

At first I thought it was out of the question. I was a good 800 miles from the location. But the idea nagged at me. When would I ever get the opportunity to meet four of the sweetest, most generous, understanding women in the world? And they all spoke my language … in more ways than one!

I began to make plans. Okay, I couldn't drive as long as I did in my younger days without getting a bad case of "jet lag" and I couldn't afford that. So I could break it into 2 days of 400 miles and make it easily. I found out that Copper was had about 600 miles, Dee had about the same as me but Pookies was only a couple hundred miles and Martini was the lucky one so she was going to play hostess.

We chatted about the details with several guys responding that they would be there. However among the ladies, only the "Magnificent Four" seemed to be making plans to attend. The closer it got to time, the more excited I got, although I tried not to convey that to the ladies. I have to admit that I was …well, let's say … apprehensive about meeting such beautiful women. I've never been all that confident in the presence of beauty and no matter what they looked like in reality (their pictures had not shown facial shots), I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that these four women were beautiful. Still I buoyed up my courage; I WAS going to do this.

The trip turned out to be a breeze. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration but every time I began to tire, I thought about those four lovely ladies at the end of this trip. Just getting to meet them in person, getting to talk with them and learn more about them would be the highlight of my year and probably much, much more. I didn't dare hope to get to know any of them intimately but … well, I had been surviving on fantasies for the last few months and this would surely add to my list of "possible" fantasies.

After a night at a very nice local hotel not far from the meeting place, I spent an antsy morning trying to kill time until the agreed meeting time that afternoon. I took one long warm shower and then two cold ones before dressing in slacks and shirt for the meeting.

When I arrived, the café's hostess showed me to the table in the farthermost recesses of the building. There sat Copper and Martini … I didn't need to be introduced to them nor did I need pictures of their faces. The Copper-colored hair and the shape of the body identified the beautiful Copper Butterfly. The shape of her lovely boobs and the way she sat with her shoulders back made me sure it was Martini. I was right about both ladies.

As I stopped at the table, both of them jumped up and I got hugs and kisses from both of them. Because I had not posted any pictures, I introduced myself as Techsan and they looked at each other and laughed. Copper said, "See. I told you he'd make it. Come on in here and sit with us, honey."

I slid around to the back of the table, winding up between the two women. They immediately included me in their conversation and in just a few minutes I realized that I really was among friends. Maybe fifteen minutes later Dee showed up and we went through introductions all around. That was repeated just a few minutes later when Pookies showed up. By then I was really in heaven, a lone man among four fabulous beauties.

Once again the group just seemed to absorb the new arrivals like old friends even though they had never met in person either. The conversation covered the gamut of life, from what size family each person had and how every one of them was doing and what they did for a living or where they went to school. I was a little left out when the talk turned to clothes because I have never been a real connoisseur of clothes.

The waitress had brought several pots of coffee, all of which disappeared as the conversation progressed. The banter was light and airy and friendly and they unfailingly included me. I was especially appreciative of the many light touches to my hands or arms and an occasional pat on the back. I was amazed when saw Martini look at her watch and realized that more than two hours had passed.

She put this sweet but devilish little grin on her face and said, "Well, I don't know about the rest of you but I'd like to go somewhere and get comfortable. There was a chorus of, "Me too" … and I think I even heard my own voice in there somewhere. The ladies began collecting their purses and sweaters while I dug out enough money for the coffee and a bit extra for the waitress who let us waste so much of her time.

In the ensuing scramble, I volunteered that I had a very nice room nearby and it was decided that they would join me there. Since we all had separate cars, I felt like I was leading a parade. I ushered the ladies into my room, grateful that I had remembered to straighten up my things before I left earlier and housekeeping had taken care of everything else.

The room had two double beds and two chairs so people used the beds like lounge chairs, kicking off their shoes and dropping purses on various furniture parts. We had been there only a few minutes when Martini said, "Ladies, our tits brought us together in the first place and our tits led to this meeting. My tits prefer to be free so I'm not going to be bashful."

Crossing her hands and clutching the hem of her top, she pulled it over her head, revealing her vast bra-encased cleavage. However it was the work of only seconds with her hands behind her and the bra followed the shirt. She cupped her huge tits in both hands, rubbing the red lines caused by the restraining bra. 

The pix she had posted always showed her breasts in relatively low light so I had wondered if her areolas were really as dark and as large as they appeared. They turned out to be huge and of a dark dusky red color. As I knew they would, they looked "udderly delicious."

I was amazed … and my cock began expanding immediately. I doubled up on the end of one of the beds, trying to hide my embarrassing condition. I need not have bothered. The ladies weren't concerned with me. Dee957 followed Martini's lead, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it on a chair. She was wearing a sparkling white satin bra that held her beauties up tall and proud. But it quickly came off, revealing the big pair of tits I had drooled over only in pictures until now.

True to her pix, Dee's breasts were a creamy white color with smaller areolas but larger nipples, both in a pinkish crimson shade. The way her nipples already stood out stiff and proud made my mouth water with desire.

Everyone turned to Copper. Over the months she had been the shy one. She had posted as many pix as the other ladies had but far and away the majority of them had been "undercover." She was wearing a shirt or a bra or a towel. She displayed lots of wonderful cleavage, often with strands of her Copper-colored hair just barely touching the upper regions, always with her lustrous smooth skin and a smattering of freckles that added to my desire to lick her all over. Occasionally she would show the hint of a nipple but rarely did she reveal all of her breast.

Now the ladies and I all turned to her expectantly, hoping that she would finally open up and show herself to us. And she did, performing a sort of strip tease where she slowly removed her blouse to reveal the beautiful lacy purple bra that she had posted pictures of. Then slowly she unfastened the bra and let it slid down her breasts, revealing a set of twins every bit as magnificent in their own right as the others.

Her delicate skin was almost translucent like fine porcelain and I'm sure she could never sunbathe for long without sustaining a tremendous sunburn. However that didn't make them any less desirable. Her areolas were small but her nipples were large and they too were distended with excitement. They were a beautiful shade of pink with maybe just a tinge of rose stirred in. She looked even yummier than my imagination had conceived all these months.

Then all eyes turned to Pookies. I heard Martini say, "Come on, sweetie, it's your turn."

However, Pookies wrapped her arms around her front and replied, barely above a whisper, "No, I don't think I can do it right now. I promised I'd save myself for hubby."

Dee came over and hugged Pookies, "That's okay, sweetie, we understand." Aaarrrgggghh! Those big breasts all pressed together! My cock was still trying to grow like a completely inflated balloon.

Out of nowhere, Martini came flying across my legs, almost yelling, "Hey, look at this girls. Tech's got a little problem." She was drawing their attention to the stretched condition of the front of my slacks, the condition I had been trying to hide. Before I could react, she had me rolled on my back and said, "Are we going to let him get away with this, ladies? I think not. Come help me."

She began fumbling with my belt and gleefully Copper and Dee joined her. I admit I didn't put up too much of a struggle and my pants were soon pulled off my feet and discarded. Left in my jockey shorts, the ladies made ribald comments about my "tent" like men tend to make about a woman's curvy figure. It was all good-natured but with an edge to it.

Actually having the women wrestling over me had been even more of a turn-on because, for the first time, I got to put my hands on them, on smooth bare backs, on soft swinging tits, even on clothed legs. It was fun and I didn't want it to end.

However all the ladies again sat down on the beds while I lay crossways of one, with Martini sitting beside me on one side and Copper on the other. With my head hanging over the edge of the bed, I could see Pookies and Dee facing us on the other bed. Martini patted my arm and then ran her hand along my upper arm. Copper's hand rested on my chest while the talk resumed. For some reason, just the simple act of being in contact with these sexy ladies was very erotic to me and every so often my cock flexed of its own accord, without conscious thought or effort.

I became aware of Martini sending glances my way every so often and pondered what was on her mind. I didn't contribute to the conversation, unless someone asked me a direct question, because my mind and eyes were occupied by trying to memorize the magnificent lush contours of the breast of the ladies.

Then everything escalated. Martini moved her hand down to the tent in my shorts and touched me through the cloth. She gave me a couple of gentle strokes and I imagined I could read lust in her face…maybe it was just a little devilish grin but it had the same impact on me. I saw Copper turn and stare at Martini's hand, which carefully pinched a bit of the waistband of my shorts and began to pull downward slowly. She grinned at me, knowing that the anticipation was killing me!

As she exposed my genitals, Martini said, "Look at this, ladies. I think we might have another treasure here." I knew she wasn't talking about my size because I'm just average or maybe a little bigger, depending on whose version of average you believe. But I did produce a very stiff erection and right then, I was subscribing to the axiom, "A hard man is good to find."

Martini stroked my penis gently and I groaned with desire. Copper cupped my balls and her thumb began to trace the contour of my testicles. I was already in a state of ecstasy. Martini asked, "Anyone want to claim the right to be first?"


Aging Gracefully



Dee, now sitting beside my head, murmured, "Go ahead," while her fingers unbuttoned my shirt.

Martini stood and slid her jeans and panties to the floor and quickly climbed over me, lowering herself onto my shaft, held still and straight by Copper. I caught a glimpse of moisture glistening from Martini's sweet pussy as she squatted and, although her pussy was tight around my shaft, it slid into her smoothly and she settled herself temporarily into a sitting position on my crotch.

Copper sat up and she and Dee rubbed my chest, then leaned toward me and fed me their luscious tits while Martini, eyes closed and a sexy smile on her face, whispered, "It's been so long, so very long." I felt her pussy clasp and release my shaft over and over, sending wonderful little shocks up my spine.

Dee whispered, "Copper, why don't you ride this end?" I opened my eyes again as they pulled their huge tits from my mouth and watched as Copper maneuvered herself until she was standing above me, facing Martini, on foot on each side of my head. With Dee holding her hand providing support, Copper lowered herself to my face. I put my hands on her butt to guide her as my mouth watered in anticipation.

Copper and I had exchanged a series of emails in which I told her how much I would love to eat her out. I had described how I would like to lick her from the top of her slit to the other end of it, spending time teasing her clit, licking out her pussy and then laving her anus and reaming it out with my tongue. Now what had been talked about only as a fantasy, albeit an intense one, became a reality.

Copper had shaved almost bare but leaving a little landing strip above her mound and then trimmed it into a tiny arrow leaving no doubt about where her treasure lay. I only got a fleeting glimpse of it as she settle onto my face, my tongue already out and working as her outer lips spread and let my tongue reach her engorged little nubbin.

Although I couldn't see her, I felt someone sit in the spot Copper had just vacated and heard Pookies mutter, "Oh, damn, you guys are so hot." I had the feeling that she was fondling Copper's tits but my vision was filled with the sight of Copper's lovely nether regions. My tongue teased her clit for a few seconds and then began to sweep the area down to her opening, which was already steadily dripping her sweet juices.

Meanwhile Martini had set up a slow but steady rocking motion that had my cock exploring the confines of her soft wet furnace. I wasn't sure what Dee was doing but had the impression that she and Pookies might be mirroring the action of the other, perhaps both suckling on Copper's breasts. I felt fingers occasionally stroke the side of my chest and wondered if they were stroking Copper's thighs and I was just getting the "overflow."

Martini shifted her position slightly and placed her hands on my stomach for support, She began to move in little circles just as I spread Copper a little further and pushed my tongue over her perineum into her anal valley. Although sometimes my ears were covered with her beautiful thighs, as we moved and my ears became uncovered, I heard a steady stream of soft sighs, whispered words of encouragement in all four voices, and finally a declaration of, "I'm cummmiinnnng!" from Martini.

A short time later, I felt a sense of blatant disappointment as my cock was uncovered and assaulted by the cool air of the room when Martini rolled onto the bed behind Pookies. Fortunately Dee replaced her almost immediately and set about making my questing cock feel at home in her wet tunnel.

My tongue managed to tease Copper into tripping over the mountaintop and was rewarded with a new flood of sweet/tart love juice. She made a move as if to leave but I held her hips, letting her make the choice but also letting her know that I'd like for her to stay. She had to put her hands on my chest for support but she stayed and I went to work seriously on her anus, just as I had described in the emails we'd exchanged.

While Copper started moving her bottom around on my tongue in very small circles, Dee had worked herself into a bit of a frenzy, pumping herself up and down like a hummingbird on my grateful shaft. I began to feel the old familiar sensation in my balls and knew that if she kept it up, it was just a matter of how long I could last before I lost control completely. I tried to concentrate on the action of my tongue, rolled into a tight little cylinder, probing just inside Copper's tight little ass hole.

Never before had I experienced such a wild ending. Within seconds of each other, Copper clamped her thighs around my head and shuddered, a small flood of fresh juices flooding my chin. As she fell slowly off to my side, my balls signaled that they were in control and not my brain, spitting shot after shot of hot white cum into Dee's still-moving pussy. Then she gasped and stopped moving, sitting on my crotch and clutching her buttocks together as she climaxed. She started to fall and I pulled her onto my chest, hugging her tightly as the last of her orgasm faded.

A couple of minutes later, Dee eased onto the bed by Pookies and Martini. I lay there among four of the most magnificent women anywhere, amazed that I had been so honored. However pressure on my bladder reminded me that I needed to take care of a couple of things. Carefully extracting myself, I climbed off the bed and padded to the bathroom, stopping to pick up my pants momentarily.

Extracting a little blue pill, I popped it into my mouth and chased it with a little water as I took care of the other water problem. At the sink, a few minutes clean-up time and then some hot compresses on my scrotum resurrected my penis from its flaccid condition and I was ready to play again, should anyone want to.

Everybody's eyes turned to me as I walked back in. Pookies looked at my cock and then muttered, "Aw, FUCK! I'm not going to tell him and besides it's not like he ever finishes the job. Is it too late for me to get some of that?"

I walked to the side of the bed closest to her and, taking both her hands, pulled her toward me. "Not if you're sure," I said. She bent her head up to me and I kissed her on her ruby red lips. After a moment, I felt her tongue respond to mine and the kiss became very passionate.

When we broke apart, I helped Pookies undress and she stretched out on the second bed. I climbed in after her, accepting the offered missionary position between her legs. My cock jumped in anticipation at the sight of her baby's butt-smooth pussy and I slipped with ease into her moist yielding opening. Carefully supporting my weight above her, I bent to kiss each of her very large breasts with their distended nipples. As I started slowly sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, I covered her lips with my own again in a long sensuous kiss. 

Finally breaking apart, I put my face beside hers and whispered, "Dear sweet Pookies, you have no idea how many times I have dreamed of having this pleasure!"

She replied, "Honey, I'll bet its just about as often as I dreamed the same thing. Fuck me, baby. Make me cum."

Having cum once, I knew it would take somewhat longer for me to do it again so I kept the pace slow and concentrated on Pookies' pleasure. Some minutes later she rewarded me by almost biting her lip in two as she wrapped her legs around my butt, pulled me tightly into her, and shuddered as waves of pleasure rolled though her luscious body.

Once it had passed, I began moving again, staying with the same motion, working toward another climax for myself but knowing that it was still on the distant horizon. Bending my neck and holding her ponderous tit to my mouth, I lavished it with love, licking and sucking, loving it when she moved my hand away and took over the task of holding the globe to my mouth. After a bit, she had me change and give equal attention to the other breast.

Gradually her demeanor changed and I could almost see the lustful concentration grow in her face. I kept stroking, trying to tease her clit each time my cock bottomed out inside her. I kept my mouth moving between the three points: her sweet tasting lips and her two delicious mounds. After several minutes of the most pleasurable "work", she again tightened up, pulled me into her, and quivered with orgasmic gratification, her pussy clutching my shaft tightly.

As she gradually relaxed again and a look of lassitude settled on her face, I covered it with gentle kisses, nibbling on her ear lobe and licking her neck just below it. I started moving again, still as deliberate as a walking horse oil well pump. 

For a while Pookies was limp under me, not reacting to anything I did but then progressively she began to respond in little ways: the look on her face, a little fingertip motion on my chest, her feet on my legs. She pulled me down for a long, demanding kiss, her tongue searching out every part of my mouth. When we broke for air, she said, "Fuck me hard now, honey. I need this one really hard. Okay?"

Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets, if I can manage it. I began to pound her pussy hard. There was no finesse, no loving strokes, nothing but pure lust. Over and over I rammed my cock into her now squishy pussy, certain that she would ask me to slow down. But she didn't. She liked it, at least this time. And so did I. Gradually I began to feel that old familiar drawing in my nuts and knew that my climax was getting close. I redoubled my efforts to pound Pookies' pussy and she started to grunt with each thrust, "Yeah, baby, that's it, baby, FUCK ME, baby!"

Over and over I withdrew just to the edge of pulling out of Pookies' pussy only to plunge back into her as hard as I could. My breathing became ragged and hers did too. My muscles started to burn from the expenditure of adrenaline and I was mortified that I might not be able to last until she came again. The fear of failure drove me harder and harder. But then my balls drew up and initiated my climax with a spurt of sperm that felt like it would shoot straight through her loving body. It was followed by several more shots and the muscle burn grew intense. 

I was hard-pressed to continue, yet determined to bring Pookies to one more orgasm. Something somehow worked and she bowed up to meet my thrusts, holding on tightly with arms and legs and choking out a cry, "Oh, yyeeessssssssss, baby, I'm cccuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggg!" No doubt about it … that was one of the most gratifying experiences of my life. Certainly it was rivaled by some others but it was in the top few for me. Certainly the look of satisfaction in Pookies' eyes made my efforts well worth it.

She held onto me for several minutes while we hugged and kissed. I think she was waiting for my cock to deflate but by then the pill had taken effect. Finally she released me with the question, "You didn't cum, baby?"

"Oh, yes, I did, sweetheart. It was great."

"Well, I thought so but you're still stiff…?!?"

I grinned, "Better living through chemistry."

Everybody laughed and Dee asked, "How long will it stay up?"

"About four hours," I answered. "Anybody want to try it?"

Martini interjected, "Hey, Copper's the only one that hasn't had any. I think she should get next dibs." There was a chorus of agreement and, as Pookies rolled off the bed, Copper came into my arms. We smooched for a bit and then she took Pookies place but on her hands and spread knees. She knew this was one of my favorite positions from our sexy email discussions.

Standing on my knees behind her, I rubbed her luscious ass and pondered the beauty in front of me. Out loud, I mused, "Two lovely opportunities. Which one should I choose?"

Copper, grinning over her shoulder, said, "One of them requires lubrication, the other is already self-lubricated. Take your choice."

Given other circumstances I might have opted for her tight anus but not wanting to waste precious time with these ladies, I eased my cock into her wet pussy and, yes, it certainly was self-lubricated! She was very wet, very slick and I plunged into her until my crotch smacked into her pretty buttocks. This was the woman I had "spoken" with most often, one that I had come to know, as well as you can know anybody from such a distance. I had learned that she was a loving, caring person and appreciated her strength in dealing with her trials and tribulations, of which I only knew a little. I knew that she had a great sense of humor and that, even though she was posting regularly online, she was still basically a shy young woman.

I have always had an affinity for redheads and Copper was certainly no exception. Her skin was soft and smooth and white, except for places where the freckles had begun to run together. While she probably didn't tan like most people, redheads tend to be forced to take better care of their skin than many others. As a result she was soft and smooth and silky to my touch and as I settled back into a comfortably slow pace, I ran my hands over her back and shoulders and arms and hips … and occasionally made a foray under her to caress her pendulous tits.

I've always thought that the act of touching a woman's bare skin is an erotic experience in itself, even if the touch is not to an erogenous zone. Certainly the simple act of rubbing my fingertips over Copper's back was just such an erotic experience. Of course it was enhanced many-fold by having my cock driving in and out of her slick love tunnel.

Copper moaned, "Yyyeeeessssss, baby, that feels so good." Then a few seconds later, she dropped her face to the mattress and reached between her legs, cupping my scrotum. As my cock ranged in and out, her fingertip grazed the underside of my cock, sending a whole new series of sensations to my already overloaded brain. Perhaps she was also manipulating her clitty because her moans quickly grew louder until she declared, "I'm cccuuuuummmmmiiiinngg!"

Afterward Copper sagged down to the mattress, sort of like a limp rag doll. I leaned over her, moved her hair aside and kissed her on the neck, whispering, "Thank you, sweet lady. That was better than I had ever imagined."

"But you didn't cum," she muttered into the bedding.

"No, but it was magnificent without it."

"Come here," she said, turning onto her side.

I lay down facing her and got the sweetest, longest kiss I could remember. Then she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

I eased myself off the bed and went to get a glass of water. When I came back, I surveyed the other three ladies, who had gotten into a discussion on the merits of various cosmetics. While Dee and Pookies sat side by side, Martini was still lounging propped against a couple of pillows at the headboard, her legs splayed across the bed. I took a long look at her sexy form and her sleek, soft pussy and made up my mind that I wanted to do something I had never done before … I wanted to eat that pussy, even though it was oozing my own cum.

Martini glanced at me. I nodded at her pussy, licked my lips and raised my eyebrows. She grinned and nodded back, then shifted positions slightly so her back was flatter to the mattress and her legs were equally spread to the sides. I climbed up onto my elbows and knees between her legs, licking my way from her knees up her inner thighs to her pussy.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Eat my pussy," she encouraged.

I dipped my tongue into her honey pot, expecting the taste to be weird at least but it really wasn't. Where she would probably be sweet and tart normally, she was that with a fairly salty taste. Not too bad. I set to with relish, licking her crease from top to bottom, teasing her clit occasionally, cleaning out all of her love box that my tongue could reach and washing her anal valley with a little concentrated interest on her ass hole. 

While my head was buried in Martini's pussy, I felt the bed move. A hand clasped my still erect shaft and Dee squirmed under me, taking my cock into her soft wet mouth. Then Pookies took my balls in her hand and began exploring them. Soon another shift on the bed revealed that Copper had roused again and was now sitting with the rest of us. She began to play around my anus and then stabbed a finger deep into me, nudging my prostate with her fingertip. While I ate Martini's lush pussy, all three of the other ladies were generously attending to me. Again I could not believe my good fortune.

Martini rolled her head from side to side and at the same time, scissored her legs together against my head and then opened them again. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and tickled it with my tongue. Seconds later I washed her anal valley again and poked my tongue at her puckered little center and that send her over the edge. A sudden gush of cum covered my chin and dripped down her buttocks and I set about capturing and devouring the delicious tasting fluid.

Temporarily out of energy, I rested my head on Martini's pussy as she ran her fingers through my hair and said, "That was so good, sweetie.." 

I contemplated the sensations coming from my own genitals. Dee was still sucking on my cock, although she had stopped trying to bob up and down on my shaft. Pookies still had my scrotum in her hand and her thumb applied a gentle pressure, moving from ball to ball occasionally. Copper's finger was still in my ass and her fingertip kept nudging my prostate. Put it all together and it felt beyond description.

However I knew I was still a long way from climaxing again. When I felt a bit revived, I said, "Dee, I need you up here."

She slid out from under me and looked questioningly for my intent. I asked, "How about a little doggy style?"

She smiled broadly and turned to the head of the bed as Martini scooted over. Dee rested her head on her crossed forearms while her spread knees offered me access. Pookies and Copper broke contact as I scooted up behind Dee and guided my still erect cock into her wet pussy. I admired her shapely, smooth hips, gripping them to pull myself into her.

For several long moments, I held still, flexing my member in her love tunnel as she murmured, "Mmmmm, yes, mmmmm." I started moving slowly in and out, savoring the sensations of Dee's soft walls grasping at the fevered flesh of my cock with each stroke and the added sensation of forcing her buttocks to conform to the contours of my crotch as I mashed myself back against her.

When I could finally pull my hands away from her shapely hips, I reveled in the excitement my fingers generated as they slid over her body and around to cup her hanging tits. Her nipples were rock hard pebbles and I couldn't resist rolling them in my fingers.

In time I felt my balls gradually tightening up, cheered to realize that I was approaching another orgasm. I concentrated on taking Dee with me, slipping a hand between her legs occasionally to finger her clit. I eased the accelerator down, sliding my cock in and out faster and faster, teasing her clit more often. I was gratified when she shook her head uncontrollably, shuddered from head to toe and clamped her muscles around me for several seconds. I stroked rapidly for a few more moments until my balls convulsed. I again pulled myself tightly into her sheath and held on as shot after shot of hot white cum sped into her body.

Dee performed a slow roll to her right, stopping in a mirror image position from Martini. As she settled down, I rolled over on my back, being careful not to dislodge the other ladies, letting my head come to rest on Dee's abdomen. I had a mile-wide grin on my face from everything that had happened.

I felt Copper's hand touch my flaccid member and … wow! Only then did I realize that I had lost my erection. Had the little pill let me down? I lifted my head until I could see the digital clock on the nightstand and was surprised to see that it was already after midnight. The hours since I had met these magnificent ladies had just flown by. And, no, the pill had not let me down. It had served me well.




Aging Gracefully



Copper said, "I hate to do it but I've got to get on the road early to get back in time for work Monday."

Dee added, rather languidly, "Yeah, me too. But I sure do hate to leave. It has been fun."

I struggled into a sitting position. "Ladies, I never expected anything like this. I was hoping at the best to get to know all of you a little better. Now … I feel like I know you all a lot better."

Dee sat up behind me and put her arms around my chest. Martini sat up in front of me and leaned in to give me a kiss and a squeeze. Pookies and Copper hugged me simultaneously from the other side. I said, "If any of you would like to stay here tonight, there's plenty of room."

"If I stayed here tonight, honey, I would never get on the road tomorrow," Copper said wistfully.

"Yeah, me too," Dee chimed in, easing off the bed to get dressed.

They all followed her lead, sorting out clothes. Before anyone could put anything on, though, I said, "My fair ladies, I have a favor to ask. Could I have your panties?"

Pookies grinned and asked, "Why?"

"For my personal memory collection," I replied. "That would be the best souvenir I could think of."

"But, honey, my panties are dirty. I was so wet before I took them off, they were soaked," Pookies protested.

"Yes, I know. That's exactly why I want them, dear sweet Pookies. They will remind me vividly of you."

That brought a chorus of laughter and acquiescence. The ladies all handed me their panties. I picked up a pen from the nightstand and asked if they would sign them. One at a time they wrote on the panties.

Martini wrote, "To a very sweet man and a good lover, Martini_in_Silk"

Copper wrote, "To the sweetest man I know. Thank you for being my friend and lover, Copper Butterfly."

Dee wrote, "Thank you, Techsan, for a great night. All my love, Dee957."

Lastly Pookies wrote, "Techsan, you are the sexiest man I know. Thank you for a great night, Love, Pookies."

As each one handed the little garment to me, I wadded it and put it under my nose, inhaling deeply, loving the sweet smell of their pussies. One by one they gave me a wet lingering kiss, then moved through the door but waiting to leave together. I reluctantly closed the door behind them, already deeply immersed in my memories.

Reluctantly I padded to the bathroom and stepped into the shower to freshen up before trying to go to bed. I didn't stay long though, quickly soaping and rinsing off before stepping out and drying off. I went back into the room to put on some fresh shorts to sleep in when I heard a timid knock on the door. Checking the peephole, I was surprised to see Pookies. I whipped the door open, concerned that she'd run into some sort of trouble.

But no. Martini was standing beside her. Pookies smiled and asked, "Is that offer still valid?"

"It sure is." I opened the door and welcomed them back in.

Martini surveyed the two rumpled beds and decided on the one with the smaller cum stain on the cover. She pulled the covers back and fluffed the pillows and said, "We thought it was getting a little cool out there and thought it would be nice to have someone to snuggle with tonight. We can all sleep in one bed, right?"

Once again the ladies undressed. I started to reach for my shorts but Pookies said, "No, no. You took our panties so you don't get to wear your shorts either. Get in here," as she held the covers up for me to get in the middle. I lay on my back with both arms out and the women turned toward me, resting their heads on my arms. Cuddled tightly together in a sweet tangle of arms and legs, we drifted off to sleep.

When I next awoke, the sunlight was struggling to come in around the sides of the heavy drapes. I was on my side facing Pookies and Martini was spooned behind me. Pookies was still lying on one arm while the other lay over her hip. I raised my eyes and looked right into Pookies' eyes.

She mouthed, "Good morning, lover."

"Hello, sweet thing," I whispered.

"I've got to go soon. I was wondering if … you'd like to try me again?"

I grinned and nodded. Trying not to disturb the bed and wake Martini, Pookies carefully turned over until she could push her butt back into my crotch. I had my usual morning woody and guided it between her buttocks until I felt it at her pussy opening. Carefully pushing my hips forward, I felt my spear slide into her warm slick hole.

It was a challenge to try to fuck Pookies without moving so much that I would wake Martini. I tried but after a few moments, Martini drawled, "Honey, why don't you just get up there and fuck her."

I laughed at our futile efforts. For a little while longer, I stayed in the same position, with my arms crossed around her and each hand holding one of her mammoth mammaries. While my hips forced my cock in and out of her cunt. I loved all the sensations I got but decided to go for the gusto. Backing out, I rolled her onto her back and once again settled into her saddle, slipping my cock back into her sweet pussy. For a change from last night, I lifted her legs to my shoulders and pressed myself ever deeper into her opening.

As I resumed stroking, I kissed and licked the soles of Pookies little feet, then sucked each toe in turn until I had sucked on all ten.. Still stroking her pussy, I ran my fingers up and down her calves, then along the backs of her thighs and then their tops. I reached for her tits, tweaking her hard little nipples and squeezing the big bulbs.

I turned one hand down and slid it over her stomach and abdomen and into her clean-shaven slit, barely nudging her clit. Pookies was rubbing her big boobs together and pinching and pulling her nipples, making her look so very hot. Her breathing had become rapid and shallow and I hoped that portended her climax soon. I accelerated my pumping of her pussy and felt the onset of my climax just as Pookies bowed her body up to meet my thrusts and used her legs to pulled me deep into her. She stuttered, "I …I … I'm …cum…cummmmmiiiiinnnnnnggggggggg!" A few more quick cycles and my balls emptied their contents into her hot slick pussy.

I held myself above Pookies, kissing and licking all around her pretty face, until my muscles screamed from the adrenaline burn. I carefully maneuvered myself back between the two ladies and lay on my back, loving the aftermath of magnificent intercourse with a beautiful woman while another beautiful woman watched. 

Martini scooted over next to me and whispered, "That was so hot, you guys." 

Martini's hand wandered over my chest, making me feel nine feet tall for some reason. My outstretched arm under her head moved down her back, gently tugging her closer to me and then wandered over her back and explored the curves that marked the upper region of her hips. Pookies snuggled under my other arm, seemingly purring like a satisfied cat. I hoped that meant the same as a satisfied pussy, even if it was a temporary condition.

Martini's hand kept moving a little lower and a little lower until she had me straining in anticipation of her touch. When she finally touched my cock, it had begun to inflate again, although not with its usual alacrity. She gripped my still-slick member and asked, "Are you going to be able to do it again?"

"I will in a few minutes, if you keep touching me."

"Well, now, honey, I don't think you could keep me from touching you, not at this stage." 

I smiled, flattered again to be the center of her attention for now. By the time 15 minutes had elapsed, I was hard again. I pulled her to me for a lingering kiss and then asked, "Preferences?"

"Oh, yes. You remember writing me about my avatar? How you liked my pose but wanted to be in the background on your knees? Yeah, I thought about that a lot too and that's how I want it."

"Okay. It might take a while, you know." I was thinking about trying to muster one last load of sperm for her. The idea inflamed my brain but I could only hope that my testicles would cooperate.

We shuffled around on the bed until Martini was on hands and knees in the center and I walked on my knees up between her spread legs. I surveyed the fantastic view of her beautiful bottom and the sight of her promised land in between the two spread globes. The moisture on her vulva caught the morning light and added to the vision of her loveliness.

I eased my cock into her slit, coating it with her juices and then eased it into her sweet pussy. She moaned, "Mmmmmmmm, yes, baby. That feels so good."

"Yes, sweetie. You feel so good to me, too." I pressed myself deeper and deeper into her until my crotch pressed against her curvy butt. I had to take a few moments to hold us together and savor the feelings of being inside a lush pussy again. The thought occurred to me that never before in my long life had I been so honored as to start out the day with a piece of two such magnificent women. My penis jumped inside her with anticipation as I thought about the unlikely situation.

Since I had just cum, it would be a long session to coax my balls into doing it again so I set a leisurely pace, determined to enjoy every single minute of having my cock inside Martini. I only hoped that her pussy would not get too sensitive before I arrived at my conclusion. I got a little unexpected help when Pookies slide part way under Martini and attended to her big breasts. The addition of Pookies licking and sucking on Martini's tits helped her jump off the mountaintop three times before I shot my new load into her sweet loving pussy.

I was exhausted and I think the ladies were too. We all collapsed together, trying to recover our normal heart rates. The irrelevant thought crossed my mind that I knew why doctors recommended sexual intercourse as a good cardio-vascular exercise … my heart had certainly had a great workout in the last 18 hours.

The bathtub was one of the new large tubs with an oval track for the shower curtain. It was a bit of a squeeze but we all three got in together and laughed and cut up as we soaped and scrubbed each other. Even though it was intimate, I don't think anyone was really thinking of sex at that point. We had just become friends and lovers and the time to say good-bye was drawing near. Even when Pookies soaped my cock and balls vigorously, she couldn't get a rise out of me. I spent lots of time soaping their magnificent breasts, the attribute that had brought us all together to begin with.

I dressed at the same time as the ladies and when they finally walked out of the room, I carried my luggage and walked to our cars with them. Each of the women gave me a special kiss that I shall cherish as long as I live and we finally parted with the promise that we would do it again sometime in the not too distant future.

My drive home was NOT a memorable one. I actually have no memories of the long trip. I DO have plenty of memories of the four gorgeous ladies of the "Tits of the Mature Lady!" thread.

The End