0 comments/ 109525 views/ 16 favorites Beginning By: ChriH6 "OH, YES...YES, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Janet screamed. I was thrusting fast and hard into her pussy, grabbing first one tit then the other, pulling myself forward so my cock was in constant contact with her swollen clit. I was in complete control of her body and enjoying every second. Her legs were spread wide with her feet planted on the bed trying vainly to thrust against me, but I just kept jamming her ass into the mattress. Her hands were grasping at mine, either trying to pull them away or helping me squeeze harder. I didn't care either way, because I was squeezing as hard as I could and wasn't about to ease up. Her eyes were closed as she tossed her head in every direction. "oooooOOOOOOOOOO," She moaned as she ran her hands up my arms, digging her fingers into my biceps. I could sense the familiar quiver in her lower belly just before I felt it in her thighs as the dam burst letting the love juices rush out of her body. The fake penis against my own pussy and the joy of knowing that I had provided so much pleasure for this lovely creature, who I loved with all my heart, caused me to climax at the same time. I pulled the dildo out immediately and dove for her pussy. I wanted to capture all of her sweet essence, cleaning her pussy thoroughly with my lips and tongue before moving up to take her in my arms. Janet was petite and I was fairly large, for a female, so it felt like I was holding a child. It all began the first time I saw Janet. I was only 28 but already a department manager for a fairly large electronics firm and a lesbian, but no one at work knew this. I was very discreet about my few affairs, even dating the occasional male to keep up appearances, but I had never been in love. I had a reputation as a workaholic, so I think everyone believed I was more interested in my work than in my social life. I was in a conference of department heads one day when this lovely young brunette about 5'2" brought in some papers for one of the guys in the meeting. She was tastefully dressed but it was easy to see that she was well proportioned with a trim ass, nice tits and lovely legs. She brought to mind Mary Ann on "Gilligan's Island". It was lust at first sight... After some discreet inquires, I found out her name, where she worked, that she was 21 years old and single. I started to contrive all kinds reasons just to get a look at her and say hello. Then I got lucky. My administrative assistant's husband got transferred to another city. I was praying Janet would reply to the job posting. The posting had to stay up a week before I could begin interviewing. I didn't know what I was going to do if she didn't apply. Janet's request came in on the last day. I went through the motions of interviewing the other applicants, in order to keep up appearances, knowing all along that Janet had the job, whether she was qualified or not. When she started working for me I was in heaven just being around her all day, but I still wanted to make love to her so bad that my panties would get soaked just thinking about it. I still had to be very discreet about my feelings at work, even refraining from touching her, but was constantly trying to think of a plan to get her in my arms. In the mail one day was the registration form for a trade show in Chicago. I knew then what to do. "Janet, would you come in here please?" "Yes, Ms. Richards," she said brightly, as she came through the door, causing my heart to skip a beat, "What can I do for you?" "If she only knew," I thought. "Would you like to go to Chicago?" I asked, praying the answer would be yes. "Oh yes, Ma'am, I would love to go." "There is a trade show in Chicago in two weeks. I think it would be a good idea if you went with me so you could get a better idea of the different products we work with," I said with a straight face, "If you are free, why don't we go up on the previous Friday and do some shopping over the weekend?" "I'm free and I love to shop." It seemed like two years until we finally arrived at the hotel in Chicago. I had reserved a two bedroom suite, paying for most of it out of my own pocket, hoping we would only use one of the bedrooms. Entering the master bedroom, eyeing the king size bed with anticipation, I shed my clothes and took a quick shower. I put on my prettiest robe over my naked body and headed for Janet's room. The robe was tailored to show a lot of cleavage and just tight enough to exhibit my big nipples. I knocked on her door, calling out, "May I come in?" "Sure, Ms. Richards, come on in." Janet sitting in front of a vanity, in bra and panties, moving her head around, rubbing the back of her neck. "Are you okay?" I inquired as my nipples pressed harder against my robe, my pussy got wetter and my hands began to tingle with anticipation. "I guess it was a little too cold on the plane. My neck and shoulders are really stiff." "Here, let me help you," I said, trying to hide my eagerness, "And by the way, please call me Maggie. Ms. Richards makes me feel like a dried up old prune." "Oh, you are not, I think you are beautiful." "Well, thank you for the compliment. For that you will receive my deluxe shoulder massage," Thinking as I said it, that she didn't realize yet how deluxe I wanted to get. I held my breath as I touch her soft, bare skin for the first time. I stood behind her gently massaging her shoulders while admiring the reflection of this lovely brunette getting her shoulders rubbed by a big boned blonde with nipples vainly trying to burst through her robe. I massaged her shoulders and neck for a few minutes before subtlety moving her bra straps off her shoulders, nearly pushing the A cup bra, that was full of goodies, below her nipples. She was smiling, her eyes closed as her head was tilted back to where the top of her head was just below my yearning breasts. As my hands began to stray to the front of her shoulders toward to upper part of her breasts, there was a barely perceptible increase in her breathing, causing me to think my dreams were about to come true. But curses, foiled. She opened her eyes and sat at little straighter saying, "Thank you, Ms. Rich...uh...Maggie, I feel so much better now." "Glad to be of service my dear," I said as I squeezed her upper arms and kissed her on top of the head, "Why don't you take a hot bath while I order room service." As we ate, Janet's eyes frequently strayed to my bosom. It took a lot of effort on my part to keep my hands above the table while I had an nearly overwhelming desire to place them both on my pussy. After eating, we went to our respective bedrooms. My thighs were so sticky I had to take a bath. I lay back in the tub and began squeezing my already distended nipples, fondling my breasts, repeatedly whispering "Janet". Working on my breasts was causing my clit to throb. I scooted down in the tub until my mouth and nose were just clear of the water, putting my legs on the sides of the tub, placed my thumb against my swollen clit, inserted two fingers in my pussy and began fucking myself, wishing hotels had larger bars of soap. I lay there, exhausted, after two delicious orgasms, until the water became a little too cool. I feel asleep, with both hands between my legs, making plans for the next day. After breakfast we went shopping, as promised. I knew of this shop that had all kinds of neat sex toys and very sexy, expensive, lingerie. Since Janet didn't know her way around, it was easy to maneuver around the streets until we eventually, "accidentally", walked past the shop. As we walked in front of it, I said, "Look! Let's look at some lingerie." "Okay," she replied. The signs outside indicated it was nothing more than a lingerie shop but I knew better. We browsed for about thirty minutes, looking at the various items and giggling. I picked different outfits, telling her that she would really look sexy in them, trying in vain to get her to model them. At first she would blush and stammer a little, but soon was finding outfits for me. I finally maneuvered her to the back of the store. "Oh, look," pointing at the batwing doors, "Let’s see what's in there." Her eyes were as big as saucers as she realized what was in there. She exclaimed, a little timidly, "Do you think you think we should go in there?" "Sure, it might be fun." We looked at all the different toys, each one would eliciting a timid comment of disbelief from Janet, especially a 10" black dildo. However, she was soon in the spirit of things again and showing an interest in different items. At one point with came across this black patent leather outfit consisting of a bustier, stockings, gloves and g-string. I was mildly shocked when she said, with a wicked grin, "You would look positively lethal in that Maggie!" "Do you really think so?" I laughingly asked. Blushing, she said, "Yes, I do." I didn't tell her the truth. I already had a similar outfit. I was getting hot just thinking about it. On the way back to the hotel I told her to dress up, we were going to a fancy restaurant. As I was taking a shower, I got so horny thinking about that black dildo and Janet at the same time, I had to relieve the pressure. Pressing my tits against the cool tiles, I spread my legs and masturbated with both hands while imagining Janet fucking me with that black monster. As I dressed, I admired myself in the mirror. I had on a classy black strapless that fit me perfectly. It afforded a good view of the cleavage created by my 38C breasts, hugged my 32" waist, covered my big, firm, sexy ass without showing a panty line (which I didn't bother with tonight) and ended just far enough above the knees to exhibit my fantastic pair of legs, encased in sheer black thigh highs. The black heels added 2" to my five feet eight inches, making me look even taller. The single strand of pearls caressed the upper part of my bosom. That combination plus my blonde pixie cut made me look good enough to eat. In fact, I was more than ready to be eaten. Janet was dressed in a lovely off white tailored suit. The vee of the jacket came to about mid-breast, offering just a hint of her breasts. The skirt ended below her knees, but was slit up one side to mid thigh. She looked so sexy that I thought seriously about forgetting dinner and taking her right there. We went to a very expensive French restaurant, with the proper amount of lighting for a seductive evening... I had just enough wine to eliminate any inhibitions. When Janet began to slur her words a little I knew the time was near. As I slipped my arm around her in the elevator, she leaned into me just a little. It took every bit of will power I could muster to keep from kissing her right there. We remained this way until we reached the suite. I opened the door and let her pass. When I closed the door and turned around Janet was facing me, a little wobbly. "Thank you, Maggie, for such a wonderful dinner... and fun day." "I feel like we have been on a date," I replied, searching for an opening. "So do I" "Well, shall we end the evening as a date is supposed to end," I said, stepping close to placed a hand on her waist, "With a kiss." She didn't reply as I bent to kiss her tenderly on the lips. Her lips were parted but she didn't kiss back I raised my head and looked into her eyes. It was easy to see that she wanted another one. This time she began to respond. When I began caressing her lips lightly with the tip of my tongue, I could sense her sigh inwardly as her trembling hands went behind my neck, her tongue answering mine. When I moved my left hand up and began fondling her right breast, through her jacket, she wrapped both arms tightly around my neck, increasing the pressure on my lips. Our passions were beginning to increase as our tongues caressed one another. After a few minutes of this, I backed off, "I want to make love to you." "Oh, Maggie, I think I want you to, but I've never done anything like this before. I am so afraid. I've never made love with a woman. I don't think I'm a lesbian. " She managed to reply while gasping for breath. "Well, Sweetheart, I am a lesbian, but you don't have to be to enjoy the pleasures of another woman. I will be very gentle with you and will stop anytime you want to." I led her to my bedroom and we began kissing, with more passion this time. While we were kissing I managed to unbutton her jacket and get a hand on one of her naked breasts. I could tell by her reaction that her breasts were very sensitive. I slipped her jacket off and held her at arms length. "Oh, Janet, you so beautiful and your breasts are just as I dreamed they would be," I whispered as I gazed on two firm, cone shaped, breasts, with rosy nipples, protruding from her chest. "Oh, Maggie, they are so small," She replied apologetically. "No, Sweetie, they’re not. They're simply lovely." I pulled her to me again, kissing her neck, nibbling her ears while softly fondling her tits. I was rapidly finding her sensitive spots. Each time I would touch one she would pull her arms tighter around my neck and emit a small gasp. Gradually, I worked my way down her chest so I could feast on her beautiful titties. Just my warm breath caused a reaction. When I took one of her nipples between my lips, she put a death grip on my neck, thrust her breast against my mouth and started moaning. When I took her whole breast in my mouth she shoved at me so hard I thought I would choke on it. "Ohhhh, Maggie,... Maggie, ...that is sooo good,... soooo good,... I love it, I love it, please suck the other one." She managed to say while sucking for air. I obeyed gladly. I ran my hands under her ass and lifted her off the floor and continued to suck. This drove her so wild that she put her hands on my shoulders and began moving one breast then other to my mouth. She tried to wrap her legs around my waist but her skirt was in the way. Finally, I let her down so we could both catch our breaths. "Do you want to stop yet?" I inquired with a wicked grin on my face. "Oh, no, no, I never want to stop. You are making me so hot that I think I'm going to explode." "I hope so. Is your little pussy wet? Is it soaking wet yet?" Still gasping for breath, she replied, "Yes... It is wet... it is wetter than it has ever been. My panties are completely soaked." "I can take care of that," I said as I slid to my knees and unfastened her skirt. I pushed it to floor and had her step out of it. She started to take off her shoes but I stopped her. They made her look so sexy. Then I put my fingers under the waist band of her panties and pulled them down slowly. I had wanted to do this for so long, I really wanted to prolong the joy. When she had stepped out of her panties, I looked up at her and while I ran my tongue along her slit. I could see the naked lust in her eyes as she looked back, while rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "Your juices taste so good, so sweet, " I said as she pinched her nipples harder. I was too tall to really get at her pussy while she was standing, so I pushed her back until she reached the bed and sat on the edge. I spread her legs and eyed a lovely, tight crack covered with soft brown hair. I ran the tip of my tongue up and down her crack a couple of times, getting more of her love juice. Each time I did this I could feel little shivers in her thighs. When I felt her fingers in my hair, I looked up. She was staring intently at me with anticipation. I spread her labia with my thumbs and gazed upon the prettiest, pink pussy I had ever seen. I could see her little clit peeking out from it's hood and a small round hole just waiting for my finger. "You pussy is so beautiful and tight, are you a virgin?" "No, not really," she nervously replied, "I've only had sex once. It hurt so bad and the bleeding scared me so much I was afraid to do it again." "Don't worry, Baby, I won't hurt you." I started gently kissing her and softly running the tip of my tongue up and down, teasing her clit occasionally. At first she didn't reacted but then started humping her pussy at my face harder and faster. When I felt her remove her fingers from my hair and fall back, I took a peek. She had her arms behind her, bracing herself on the bed, her head was flung back, her feet were firmly planted on the floor and she was fucking my face as hard as she could. I probed at the opening to her vagina, trying to enter it with my tongue, but it was too tight. I licked faster and faster, then put my lips over her clit and started lashing it with my tongue. She was yelling something but her thighs were so tight against my ears that I couldn't make it out. As she climaxed, she raised her ass off the bed. With her entire body being supported by her hands and feet, she rotated her cunt against my mouth. I could feel the convulsions begin in her belly and run down her legs. Her juices came pouring out and I sucked in as much as I could. I was so excited and overjoyed, I also climaxed. With no panties to stop my juices, I could feel them running down my legs. When the convulsions had subsided, she collapsed on the bed and emitted a loud sigh. I was still dressed as I got up on the bed, pulled Janet into my arms, holding her tight as our breathing got back to normal. Rolling Janet on her back, I got on one elbow and began caressing her face as I admired her beauty. "Was it good for you?" "Ohhh, yes Maggie, it was wonderful," She said, barely above a whisper, " I never dreamed sex could be like that. I think ...I think I love you. ...Is that possible?" "Yes it is my darling. I love you too. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you..." We lay there awhile, just touching and kissing. Janet was soon caressing and kissing the tops of my breasts, causing my nipples to get hard again. Finally she said, " I want to see you naked. I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, but I don't know how." "I will teach you. I'm looking forward to teaching you." "Come on, Sweetheart, I want you to see me naked too," I said as I rose to stand by the bed, "Would you like to undress me?" "Oh yes, Maggie" She had her shoes off, so I stepped out of mine so I wouldn't tower over her so much. First she reached up, unclasped the pearls and slowly took them off while grazing the tops off my breasts with her knuckles, creating a soft tingle all over my body. Then she kissed them before moving behind me to unzip my dress. As the dress fell to the floor, her arms came around, cupping and lifting my breasts, feeling my nipples, kissing my back. "Oh, Maggie, darling, your nipples are soooo hard." "Just thinking of you makes them that way," I replied as my breathing increased. Janet moved in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling my head down to kiss me. Her kiss was so sweet, I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make love to you." I lay back on the bed, pulling her on top of me, saying in a soft voice, "Do anything you desire. I'm happy just holding you in my arms." We kissed for awhile, then Janet slowly moved down my body using her sweet lips, tongue and fingers to bring my passion to a higher plane. When she got to my breasts, she lifted each one in turn, kissing and kicking the sensitive under sides then sucking as much as she could in her mouth, teasing my nipples with her tongue. Other lovers had done the same thing to me, but had never created just a yearning. Her loving created in me a sense of serenity I had never felt before. She slowly moved down my body, kissing and touching everywhere, my belly, tonguing my belly button, inner thighs, finally reaching the core of my passion. I was shivering all over as she lovingly explored my pussy for the first time. Beginning 'Well, choose! ' said Pramila, laughing. 'You are rubbing it between the two holes. Choose one -- above or below.' That was what I was waiting to hear. I pushed my cock up, sliding between her ass-cheeks, and held the tip against her butt hole. 'You ready for this?' 'Well no,' she said. 'It's a first for me. But okay, let's see how it goes.' It was a first for me too, but I couldn't tell her that, of course. I braced myself and pushed forward, trying to pry open that tight hole of hers with my cock, but soon found that that wouldn't work. Pram started giggling as my cock slid about awkwardly in her crack. 'Well, that's the end of the nice guy,' I said, and dropped to my knees behind her. I pulled her cheeks apart and saw her tiny rosebud -- it looked delicious. 'Let's see how stubborn this bitch is now,' I said, and moved forward, tongue first. Ten minutes later, Pram was moaning and shaking but I held her tightly, her asshole jammed against my mouth. I was also fingering her clit, and I found that when I slowed down my tongue and speeded up my fingers, her asshole relaxed more. Finally I stopped licking altogether and simply concentrated on pushing my tongue inside her butthole. Slowly I found that it was opening up, as she relaxed more and more. Finally when half my tongue was inside, I felt sure she was ready for me. I stood back up, and without any preliminaries, pushed my cock straight into her ass. There was a moan from Pram when my cockhead paused just inside the hole, as her sphincter instinctively contracted -- and then it relaxed and my cock slid inside. It felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. I stood absolutely still, cock buried entirely in her bum, and told her to stay still too. 'I'm just a hair's breadth from coming,' I told her. 'So be a good girl and don't move at all.' She laughed. 'I can feel you in my belly. I can't wait to see how it looks when it comes out.' I was feeling bold, so I said, 'However it looks, you're going to clean it up with your mouth.' Then I waited for her reaction. It came after a few moments, and I was glad it was a naughty laugh. 'You bully!' she said, 'You'll make me do that? I'll show you!' And she began moving back and forth, fucking my rod with her ass. 'Hey! Stay still!' I shouted. She didn't listen, and speeded up her movement, until I could hold out no longer. I grabbed her waist and pushed my cock in all the way, and felt my balls exploding. It seemed like I'd never stop coming. Five minutes later, when I came to my senses, I was lying back, with Pram licking my cock slowly. She looked into my eyes and said, 'See? It's clean. Happy?' I checked -- it was. So I pulled her up and kissed her. This was a wonderful woman, and she was mine now. She looked up at me again and smiled. 'It was a first for you, right?' 'Yeah, how'd you know?' I asked. She just smiled. 'I'm glad we started off together on this,' I ventured. Her smile became wider. 'Well, what?' I asked. 'Now don't take offense, but I've done it before, a few times.' The little liar! 'But I don't mind at all,' I told her. 'I'd like to know who the lucky guy was, though.' 'The lucky guy has been dead for a few years, as you well know. So don't worry about him. Let's talk about us.' I couldn't believe my ears. Uncle Dev had fucked her in the ass? He was the most pious person I ever knew. Anyway, I thought, religion didn't have much to do with ass fucking. 'Okay, let's talk about us;' I told her. 'What did you like most?' 'No one had licked my butt till today,' she replied. 'You liked it?' 'I loved it, it made me come, and you're welcome to do it anytime,' she said. 'In fact, I liked it so much that I'm going to return the favor.' 'What?' 'Now turn over, like a good boy, and shut up.' I did, with a pillow under my chin, and waited. I felt my cheeks spread apart. The first flick sent chills up my spine. It was going to be a good vacation. Beginning Again When the bus finally pulls up, I stretch. The thin black skirt that I've worn is stuck to me from sweat. I pull it away from my body and get off. I can see Randy standing in the lobby waiting and after I pay I step out to meet him. He is grinning widely, that grin I remember from high school. We grin for a moment at each other and then I reach up to hug him. We hold tightly for a while and then I step back and stretch out my shoulders a bit. My shirt raises and his eyes go to the navel ring I am wearing. I pull my shirt down slowly looking at him and then rub my hand casually down my skirt and stop on top of my mons. His eyes follow and I rest my hand there for a moment. I can feel myself through the thin skin of the skirt for I have no underpants on. I have been waiting for this day for months. Randy and I reconnected recently for a few hours and then again six months later for some hikes and discovered heat between us. Hot enough to need to explore, to take the risks required to do this. So we planned another meeting in his city. Neither knowing what exactly would happen; both primed for something hot. Both a bit nervous. Outside the waiting room, I notice a faucet near a bench and sit down. I take my sandals off. "Would you go and get a squirt of soap from the bathroom for me?" I ask. He does that and rubs the soap onto my feet. I wash them in the faucet and then dry them on the thick grass nearby. I take out my lavender lotion and squirt a big milky blob onto my hands. I rub it around until it squelches. Then I rub it on my feet. I take my time moving slowly between each toe, under my arch and then around my ankle. "Lets go," I say when I am done. After we pick up my luggage, Randy leads me to his car. Before we get in, he turns me towards him and we kiss. The first time in 15 years? In 20 years? I don't know. It is slow and leisurely, both of us taking our time. Once in the car, I give him directions to my dads. I lean over and pull a hand towel out of my bag and place it on my lap. Then I get out the pomegranate I have brought. Randy looks over at me, puzzled, but doesn't say anything. I hold the pomegranate with both palms covering it as we talk about nothing. After a few minutes, I hold the fruit and push my fingers into it. Its skin pushes in and then finally splits. Scarlet beads spill from the torn pomegranate. I pull some red globules out along with the cream colored parchment holding them together and hold them up to him. "What does this look like?" I ask. "Like a beehive," he replies. "Not at all. Like a woman," I say. I bring the pieces back to my mouth and began to crunch on them slowly. As I do, my fingertips turned red and some juice runs down my hands. "Have you ever eaten a pomegranate?" I ask "No," Randy replies. "But I think I'd like to." I spread the pomegranate further, my fingers squishing the fruit and big arcs of the juice fling out. Some of it runs down my arm. I put my nose up to it, inhale and savor the smell and then with the point of my tongue, touch the opening of the cleft. I lick the juice and crunch slowly on the seeds. I can see Randy looking over at me. "Like a woman?" I ask. "Yes," he says. He shifts slightly in his seat and his legs spread a bit further apart. I crack the fruit in two and hold the open redness up toward his lips. He puts out his tongue and nibbles a bit and the red juice begins to run down his chin. "Pull over right there," I command pointing to the curb. He quickly pulls over and parks on the side of the road. I unbuckle and lean over and begin to lick the juice off his lips, gently. He grabs me and tries to kiss me, but I pull back and smile. "You can suck on my fingers while you drive." He begins to drive and sucks on my fingers for a while removing every tiny spot of pomegranate juice. Then, I begin to eat the pomegranate seeds again and let the juice run down my chin. I leave it there. Leaning over, I take off my sandals and raise my foot into the air. I lower the open pomegranate over my big toe and ease it on. When it fits snugly, I raise and lower the fruit over my toe and my toe becomes gooey with juice. I smear the juice all over each of my toes, paying close and loving attention to each of them. "Pull in here," I say. Randy does and we park in front of my father's house. I offer my foot to him. "Lick it please." He raises my pinky toe to his mouth and sucks on it. He nibbles on my skin. He licks like a cat with long, languid laps. Then he turns his attention to the toe with the ring on it. Gently, he pulls the toe into his mouth, and when it emerges, the ring is gone. He takes the pomegranate from me and rubs it over the toes of my other foot. Then he extends a toe and slides it into his mouth. With his tongue and teeth, he slides the ring back on to my toe. As he does so, his eyes slide down my exposed leg under my skirt. My vulva pulses there with the warm air and he slides his hands down gently until it reaches the crease between my inner thigh and my vulva. Caressing for a second, he runs his hand back up to my foot. "Your face needs washing," he says. "Can I wash it for you?" "Please do." He licks and nibbles all over my face, my earlobes, cleaning my chin and exploring my tongue. I could see the expanding bulge in his pants. He interrupts our kisses for a moment to reach down and adjust himself. I smile into his eyes. "Lets get out." I say. "Leave the luggage." We do and I lead him into the house. We dated in college. There was chemistry, but nervousness. Who knows what else. Whatever it was, we never did get together, always had some feelings, but never explored them much. But now, now, I intended to fully explore them in a very adult way. As soon as we get into the hallway, I back him up against the wall and kneel down on the floor. He spreads his thighs and his hands entwine in my hair. I tug at his belt, and unbutton the top of his jeans. The zipper is cold and I have to tug on it around his erection. I reach in and release him. I haven't seen him, played with him here for many, many years; not since I was just beginning sexual exploration. A lifetime ago. My eyes lock onto his rigid cock jutting up and out from his body and I bury my face into his dark curly hairs. I inhale the damp musky smell and feel the head of his cock rubbing along my face. I put my hand softly over his balls and roll them around a bit. I love what men have. Those squishy little sensitive bags. Those tender little meatballs. I love how they hang soft and low when they are warm and suck up tiny and shriveled when cold. They are the softness beneath the hardness of the penis. Placing my hands in an oval surrounding his penis and testicles, I grasp the base of him gently between my fingers. I kiss the head of his cock and leg my tongue dance lightly against it with fast flicks. I rub the tip of my tongue around the ridge. Flick the underside of it. Then I lick up and down the length of his shaft and back up again savoring the saltiness. I take both hands and cover them with my own saliva, then gently surround his shaft interlacing my fingers on top and stroke up and down the length of him. The soft slippery skin of my palms graze against him. I push my tongue against the opening of his cock. Then I slowly lower my lips onto the head taking him in to his ridge and savor the taut hardness of him and the blue veins running along the top side. I look up at Randy and let my lips and tongue rub along him. He's watching, and I see what he's seeing, a woman's mouth on a man's cock, softness and hardness, wetness and skin, a man and a woman and it's hot. Randy reaches down to slide his hand up my inner thigh. With one finger he gently circles around my pubic mound and them along the crack of my lips. I am seeping and he can tell. He takes his finger away and brings it up to his nose and sniffs and sucks on it. Then once again he takes his finger down, this times inserting just a little deeper into the opening. He brings his finger up to my nose this time and I lick and suck on his finger tasting my own juices. Then in one swift movement, I take him completely. I push, push, his cock deeper into my mouth. I wrap my tongue around the underside of his shaft and then against his swollen head. And I am there on my knees in front of a man. My hands and my mouth and my breath on him. Then he pushes my head roughly all the way onto him and I kiss and lick and suck and hold. And I take one of his soft furry balls into my mouth and gently roll it around, playing my tongue over it. I cup his balls and gently scratch with my fingernails on that spot behind his testicles. I push up gently with my finger into his perineum. I suck on him, until he squirts his hot juice and then I let that energy, that smoking lust run down my chin. I love sucking on him. I love the feel of him and wonder where all that power and tissue and blood goes when he is not erect. Does it go to create traces of lust, etchings all over his body? As it travels back to where it came, does it scatter those traces all over the body? In the brain, the nose, the ears, and the skin. Perhaps he himself doesn't even remember, but his body does, his skin, his blood and his eyes. They do. And they can trigger that reckless rush of blood to the penis. I know the anatomy, I can trace the arteries and veins from the penis back up to the heart, but what I want to know is something deeper, something unknowable. I rub my face all over his crotch, smearing his juice and his smells all over me. Tasting them again on my tongue, in my nose and in my ears. I look up at him, at his graying hair and grin. I tuck him back inside his pants and zip him up and then stand and offer my tongue to him and he sucks on it and then takes my hand. "I think you are in need of a good massage after all that travel," he says. He leads me into the bedroom. "I'll be back in a moment." He leaves for a moment and I hear opening and closing of cabinet doors in the bathroom. I flop down on the bed with my arms flung out and when he comes back in I turn my head towards him. He places a green bottle on the nightstand and then arranges a flannel sheet along the end of the bed. He opens the bottle, spills some oil out onto his hands and rubs it around, warming it. The smell of eucalyptus washes over me - somehow he has either known my favorite relaxing smell, or by coincidence that is what he has found. "OK, get out of your clothes and lie down on your belly." "All my clothes?" I ask. "Yep." He grins at me. He leaves again as I take off my skirt and shirt; I have nothing else on. Randy comes back in with an open bottle of champagne and two glasses. He pours two glasses and offers me one, setting the bottle down next to the bed. He has taken his shirt off. When I have sipped and am lying down, he applies oil to my shoulders and back. I feel his hands and am conscious of how big they are, how big he is, over 6'3" to my small 5'2". I suddenly remember our prom and grad night pictures. Randy seems feet taller than me in those pictures, his hands spanning my whole waist. I have forgotten this. I suddenly remember that my mom found this fascinating at the time. He pulls his hands across my shoulders and down my back; putting pressure on each side of my spine with his thumbs, and placing his fingers on the edge of my back. It is clear that those hands that can so loosely and confidently move the slide of his trombone to the exact place it needs to be can also confidently give a massage. He works up and down my spine several times and then begins on my shoulder muscles, both the muscles extending from my neck down, and then those deep under my shoulder blades, the scapularis and subscapularis, where I am holding a lot of tension. He works down the center muscles on either side of my spine using the tips of his fingers, but with the full force of his weight behind them. I feel the strain of traveling begin to leave my body. He starts again at the top of my back and rubs briskly from side to side, from my shoulders to the base of my ass. He does this several times, and then goes back up and repeats it. But this time, he strokes across my back slowly and starts with his fingers just beneath my underarm. He pulls and I feel my breasts and nipples pull outward against the soft warm sheet. He works his way down to my lower back. He continues down until he reaches my pelvis still dipping his hand under me each time he strokes. I can feel my labia opening and exposing my clitoris. He continues on the other side. I begin to feel a new kind of tension building up in my body. After a while, he applies more oil to my ass and upper thighs, working it in. His fingers stray down and massage the crease of my ass. "Does that feel good? he asks. I nod, unable to speak. And once again, I remember high school. Both of us uncertain. Both resorting to giggling when we had no idea what to do. It's clear that we have grown up. That we are fully adult now, and have something much deeper to offer each other. He gently rubs my ass, once again reaching under my pelvis and pulling up on me just enough for my labia to separate. He runs his finger down the crack of my ass, pausing at my back exit and circling it a bit with his fingertip. Then he runs his finger down even further, almost to my by now red throbbing place, but not quite. I want to raise my ass and spread my legs, want to beg him to touch me there, where I am hot and wet. Instead, I force myself to remain still, feeling every push and tug of his hands on my damp skin. He works his way down my thighs, standing beside me. His fingers coming close to, but never touching my cunt. I spread my legs a little bit, and he touches my clitoris just slightly with a fingertip. He pauses and I can feel his hand cupping my cunt; so close I can feel the heat from his hand. But he doesn't touch it. I push my pelvis back to reach his hand, but he removes it and begins working his way down my legs to my calves and feet. He massages my feet and at one point I can feel him press his lips to my instep. He sucks gently on each toe and licks up my calf like a cat. He presses his thumbs deep into the fleshy part of my sole. "Turn over now," he says. I turn over and stretch my arms above my head and spread my legs just a bit, just enough to make the inner walls of my pussy clench when I feel the air. His hands move over my shins and kneecaps, then higher to massage the front of my thighs. My pussy is so wet that I drip my own juice onto the soft sheet where it joins the eucalyptus oil. Randy stands at the side of the bed between my feet and rubs from my feet up to my thighs and just as I think he will touch me, he pulls his thumbs out and runs them up the crease between my thigh and pubic mound. The room is starting to smell like sex and I wonder if he can smell me. He must be able to; I am much further that he from the source of that aroma and I can smell it. For a moment, I open my eyes and look out the window. There is an old gnarled tree out there. It reminds me of the ancient lilac tree in our yard when I was a child. The one I would shimmy up hand over hand with my legs wrapped around it. If I got up high enough and let the burl from where there used to be a branch just catch me so, then it would make the most sensational tingle throughout me. I'd see stars and get all hot. I smile at the memory. "What are you grinning about? he asks. I tell him about my memory of the lilac tree and he smiles a little smile and then continues with his massage. He moves up to my neck and massages outward to my shoulders, back inward and down, circling my breasts, not touching them. My nipples are tightly drawn in anticipation, but he doesn't touch them. He massages down my right arm, pausing at my fingers to suck each one and to press his thumbs rhythmically deep into my palm. He continues on the other arm and then finally, finally his palms cover my breasts. I can't hold back a moan of pleasure as he cups and kneads my breasts, pushing them together and then drawing them apart. "Yes, please, do that some more." I groan. Occasionally he gives my nipples a little lick or a little suck and when he does this, he glances up at me and his eyes twinkle. He leaves for a moment and then dribbles a little more oil between my breasts and over my breasts and it runs down my sides to the sheet. I squirm in the mixture of sweat, oil and pussy juice beneath me. He rubs his hands and arms all over my chest smearing the oil in. Then he takes my nipples between his fingers and twists just a little bit. He tugs one nipple up and then the other one. After a while, he takes a towel and wipes some of the oil off of by nipples and then he tugs harder and forces my nipples up and away from my breasts. When he releases them, my nipples stand tall and stiff, aching for more of his touch. He moves back to the edge of the bed between my feet and leans over me. He places his hands on either side of me and then circles his tongue on my breasts, circling ever so slowly toward my belly button. I can see his smooth muscular arms and reach up to stroke them, to hold onto them. He moves his hands up to my breasts and grasps each one in a hand and his tongue continues to circle, lower and lower until it is circling around and into my belly button. So quietly, I had to strain to hear it he says, "Open your legs more please." And I open my legs as wide as I can. I can feel him running his tongue around the triangle of hair I have. Occasionally he quickly touches or licks the split between my labia. Then he slowly opens them with the tip of his tongue and thrusts it inside quickly. As quickly as it was there, it is gone. And I am left aching. His fingers tease my opening and then he eases two of them into me. My clit is swollen to the point of bursting if it could, throbbing. He eases three fingers in and pushes a little harder and I push back to take him in, reveling in the fullness of it. He removes his fingers and rolls a fingertip around my clit and my body rolls to meet it. He runs his fingers up and down my labia, greasing them with my own juice as well as the oil. He runs a finger up my clit toward my belly button and then takes two fingers, his middle and his index and gently places then on either side of my clit and pushes my labia up towards my belly button. I gasp. My whole body arches. He positions me so that my legs are hanging off the bed and my crotch right up against the edge of the bed. He kneels down, placing himself between my knees. I can feel his breath on my pubic hair, warm and moist. I can feel my labia, large, pink and swollen just waiting for him. And I feel him begin to lick my inner thighs. Finally, finally. At the same time that my pelvis tenses up, deep inside my body, I relax. He is finally going to really touch me where I need to be touched. He pulls my labia into his mouth and begins to suck on them, pulling them deep into his mouth. He spreads them and sucks on my inner lips. Then he wraps his arms around me and rests his face on my pubic hair, rubbing against me. I can feel my cunt, red and engorged, powerful. And then I feel a different kind of vibration and I realized he is humming into me! He is humming in a baritone voice deep into me. And it is the most amazing feeling. I hear him breathe in, as if he is savoring my aroma and then he exhales onto and into my soft thatch of hair. I become hot butterscotch flowing onto the bed. He places his tongue, wide and flat on me and slides it from my vaginal opening to my clitoris and back again. Over and over again, not quite touching my clitoris. Sliding his tongue up my inner lips and then dodging to the other side. His finger presses down right above where my clitoris sticks out of its hood and then I feel him take my clitoris in his mouth and suck. I became a clitoris and pussy, and striving, wanting being and nothing else matters to me but this feeling right now. Beginning Again To those of you who wish erotic material, this isn't it. I am only writing this as a need, for me. To the lady who emailed me with no return email, losing her husband like me, I offer encouragement. I almost went to join my man, he would not allow that. Please, read my own luck in finding something new, you can do the same. The love you had, and the pain, will always remain, but try. The result will likely be worth the effort. Peace to you, and good luck, you touched me. Please try, your own fine man would want it for you. Lee * * * * * I have only been in my new life for just two hours. I lost my husband of two decades a few months ago, then somehow I met a man who wanted me. This required me to move here to Reno to be with him. My alternative was to stay home, alone. I chose to move on, I knew I would wither and die at home, alone. I am Lee, 51, a Doctor by trade. If you read my stories, I suppose it would help to understand. The last few years have been difficult for me. Hell, my entire life has been difficult. My Father was gone before I was ever old enough to know him. My mother raised me the only way she could, trying to protect me from the world. She told me men were bad, to stay away from them. As I got older and saw them come and go, I didn't understand why she said that. Mom always dressed me to be as unattractive as possible, so I was picked on in school. I became shy and withdrawn. I was tall, skinny, flat-chested, no behind really. Once when I was about 14 I was in my room crying, Mom came in to see what was the matter. I was crying because all the other girls had these huge breasts, I had none. Mom sighed, and bought me a padded bra and a blouse that was actually pretty with lots of colors, and a pleated skirt that flared out and hugged my legs with each step. I was so proud, I walked to the bus and got on, a couple of the boys looked and snickered. I heard one call me "rubbergirl". By the time we got to school I knew what was the matter, I ran to the girl's room and sobbed. I took off the padded bra and never wore it again. As I got older I finally did develop a set of smallish breasts, but I still was mostly ignored. The school had dances at noon, they played records. I went a couple of times, no one ever asked me to dance, I just sat over by myself, hands in my lap. I quit going quickly, instead I went to the library and read. I don't know how much I read, thousands of books, I guess. I could lose myself in some of them, I could become anything I wanted to be. But the bell would ring, and I was just me again. Yes, my entire life was like that until that day I met Ted on the street. I believe that the ebbs and flows of life will balance out in time. I really believe that. From the moment I met him, scrubbed him, clothed him, my life changed. It was every single aspect of our lives, too. I say ours, because Ted had no more down to go, there was no place left. In some ways, I was the same. One step at a time, we became one person. Our lives grew into fun, finances came our way. After so many years of nothing, suddenly I had everything! {I just stopped writing for a moment, and looked up at Ted. He rests in an Urn over in the corner of this room. I swear he is smiling at me.} I don't know why I am going on like this, other than I am sitting here in a strange city, a strange room, knowing I have to go on. I am completely terrified almost every step of the way. {I take a deep breath, wipe the trace of tears. This is real, this is now.} Saturday: Jon, my new man, was right there when I drove up. He hugged me, told the staff to store the car in the private underground garage. I looked at the car, my late husband's z06 Corvette. He loved that machine, now it had dirt all over it. My instinct was to stop right then, as cold as it was outside, and clean and polish it. I knew Ted would have, he wouldn't stand for that machine being dirty. Jon read my mind, with a smile he told the staff to get the car taken care of. I felt better at that. Jon took my 3 bags, all I could get into the Corvette, and had one of the bellboys run it up to our new home. My Kitty was completely upset, hours in a carrier, he was yowling and clawing at the cage.. One of the staff took him away to care for him. I was clutching the Urn that contained the body of my lost husband, Jon looked but said nothing, he knew about that. Off to the elevators, Jon punched in 26 and swiped a card, then he turned and handed the card to me. I looked at it, "Ms. Lee M*******, PHD." it said. Nothing else. I was a bit concerned, living in a Casino hotel room struck me as likely to be cramped. It wasn't. We walked in, and I looked around. Good Lord! The living room and lounge area would easily hold the main floor of my house back in the Portland outskirts. There is a full bar, a hot tub, sauna, 3 bedrooms, we weren't lacking for space. Jon showed me to the computer room, the one I am on right now. Fast, compared to the dialup system Ted and I had back home, this is incredible! There is a little square box that says "Actiontec" on the side of it that makes it run very fast. Does it sound like I don't know much about computers? LoL. The doorbell rang, I answered to a nice young man holding my Cat carrier. Yes, my Kitty, my friend. He was a little unhappy, but soon went to investigating all the new things. The first order of business was to knock all of the cushions off the couch, like always. Jon and I laughed, I knew kitty would settle right in. Jon was grinning at me running around looking at everything, it is nice. Then he told me he had to leave to do his work, so I relaxed and settled in. One thing he did tell me, I guess it makes sense. I can no longer gamble in the Casino, it is a house rule. If I wish to gamble, I must go to a different house. I really don't have a problem with that, it is fun but not something that ever did interest me that much. It didn't take long for me to be bored. TV sets are everywhere, I counted 4 of them, then I found the huge one hidden in a wall, that comes out with just the push of a button. The system has everything anyone could imagine, and I do mean everything. I poured myself a drink at the bar, just a tiny touch of Rum, and I thought about the trip down. I had driven carefully over the mountains in Oregon, there was snow but the roads were clear. As I got into Nevada, I sped up, experimenting a little. The Corvette easily will go faster than I am ready for, and I made the entire trip in just over 15 hours. At one point, I looked down and I was doing 125 MPH, it is amazing how easy that feels. I began to understand why Ted loved that car. But I slowed down, I didn't want to get into an accident. (I got called away to go to the office for some paperwork that came in, so I had to stop writing) Saturday Evening: Jon came home..(Home! what an easy word to say!) around 6 PM. We hugged, he asked me if I was comfortable. I was, my heart was just throbbing, nervous. The doorbell rang, it was staff with food on little trays. Tiny chunks of Lobster in a sauce I found a bit rich but fine, some bits of other meat and salad. Jon and I ate, he spent the time looking at me mostly. I was quiet, and uncomfortable still, all this was new. "Want to watch a movie?" Jon asked, as we finished with our meal. Just then, the doorbell rang and staff came and carried everything away. I had a sudden moment of realizing I was going to miss doing dishes, how is that for nuts? "Movie?" Jon asked again. "Sure. Which one?" "Pick." he said, and handed me a list. I looked, there was pages and pages of them. Suddenly I didn't want to watch any movie, I wanted normal. "TV." I said. "OK." Jon flipped on the TV and handed me the remote. I looked at that, not really understanding. Ted would have had a fit if I grabbed the remote. I just handed it back. Jon smiled, understanding. He clicked on the news, CNN I think. "Fox?" I asked. One click and it was Fox. I don't like CNN much, too liberal, I like Fox, they always seem more truthful to me. The announcer was talking about some basketball player who was being charged with something, I lost interest in seconds. So Jon and I snuggled up on the couch, only barely watching the news. It was just minutes before we were discussing current issues, business, talking and visiting, I felt myself relaxing and getting comfortable. Then Jon was kissing me, one thing led to another, and we made sweet love right there on the couch. There was none of the earth-crashing stuff, it was wonderful,and normal. Later, we went to bed, he held me and I slept. Around 3 AM I woke. Panic! I didn't know where I was, for a second I thought I was dead. Then I felt the purring of my Kitty, snuggled up close robbing me of warmth. That felt normal. I slipped quietly out of bed, and went into the main room, plopping down in a soft chair to think. I woke up still in the chair, Jon was sitting there with a hot cup of coffee, light was streaming in through the curtains. Jon touched a button, the curtains opened, I looked out on the view. We are on the 26th floor, the view of the mountains covered in snow is beautiful. I turned to Jon, and asked, "What do I do?" I watched as his eyes scanned up and down my body, realizing I stood there with the light behind me. The light pullover I wore was invisible in the backlight. I felt the familiar tingling and shuddered. "Do?" "Yes, do!" "What do you want to do?" he asked. "I'm a Doctor." "I see, do you want to work?" "Yes." "We don't have a Doctor on staff." "Staff?" "Would that interest you?" "Maybe." "We get several medical calls each day." I thought about that for just a second, "How do you handle that?" "We call 911." "I would need an office." "No problem, anything you need." "Staff?" "Sure." I ran over and hugged Jon. My own office, my own staff, that excites me! Jon just smiled at me, hugged me, and left. He had his shift to do. I took a shower, just as I was finishing dressing, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, A nice young man asked what I would like for breakfast. I told him no thanks, I would go down to the restaurant, he nodded and left. It hit me then! There is no kitchen. I can't cook a meal. I can't do laundry, there is no washing machine. There is no ironing board, no refrigerator, no stove. There are no cupboards, no dishes. I began to panic. I grabbed the phone and called Jon. I told him! "There is nothing here, I can't DO anything." He told me to calm down, he would be right up. He was here in minutes. We talked about all of the things missing. He looked at me oddly, "Staff handles all of that." he said. "No, I handle all of that!" I said. Jon looked at me strangely. "I think you will get used to it." "No, I am used to fixing my own breakfast, washing my own clothes!" Jon laughed, all that did was make me furious. "I have to go buy us a house?" he said, trying to temper my mood. I thought about that for a moment, "How about if I go buy us a house?" I told him. Jon reached out and hugged me, "All right. But the garage needs to hold 4 cars." I relaxed at that, Jon went back to his work. I grabbed the phone, called the concierge. "Bring me a paper, and every home real estate listing in 20 miles." I told them. It took them just 2 hours. So I sat there and read the listings, It is obvious I need a life if I am going to live here. I found one, 3 bedrooms, 4 car garage, shop, 2 acres, splitlevel ranch, 8 miles out. I looked at the pictures, they even had the entire place on a disc. I plugged it in and watched the video. I made up my mind, grabbed the phone, I had enough in the bank, and some left over. I gave the broker my card number, took a contingency clause on acceptence and approval, just like that! I looked over at the urn, Ted was grinning at me, I knew. I was smiling inside at myself. Ted always said, "If you see something you want, reach out and grab it!" I remember I was with him once when he needed some shoes. He walked in, looked at a pair he liked, and told the salesman, "That pair, size 12D!" and that was it. Just the way he was. Then it hit me. Jon. I called Jon on the phone, told him I most likely just bought a house. He got very quiet. Then I asked him straight out. "Jon, have you ever lived in a real home?" He was silent again for a long time. "I have always lived surrounded by staff." "Brace yourself." I laughed at him. "You will get to mow grass on Saturdays!" "Uhhh. Can I hire...?" "NO!" I interupted. "Lord." he said, and started laughing. "You are one hell of a hunk of woman." We shall see. Just wait until I tell him he has to go with me to bring back Ted's boat! I dressed, fixed my hair. A touch of makeup hid the beginnings of wrinkles. Just as I called down for a driver to take me out to the house to meet the broker and inspect, the doorbell rang. It was the maids, I let them in. They busied themselves in the other room, chatting away in Spanish. They didn't realize I speak Spanish like a native. One told the other, "She is Mr. Jon's new lady." "He needed one." "Yes, and she is so beautiful." Beautiful? Me? I looked myself up and down in the full length mirror. Simple gray business suit with vest, soft white blouse, all fitted to my slender 110 pound frame. "Yes, I suppose so." I thought, beaming. I reached in my purse and dropped a $20 bill on the counter, and walked out the door to find the driver. Things will be all right, I think. We shall see. Lee