0 comments/ 9174 views/ 1 favorites Anne By: WishFull Anne In the mid 1970s I would sometimes travel from my apartment in San Francisco to spend the weekend at a former girl-scout camp in the mountains. We called it a "poor-man's Esalen" because for only $30 a person could participate in encounter groups, tai chi, massage, and various games with strangers and the occasional returnee I would recognize from previous weekends. This was part of what was called the human potential movement. Sometimes there would be guest speakers, announced ahead of time in the organization's newsletter. On a given weekend there might be 40 people or so, most of whom would sleep outside on the grounds. The leader was Clark, ex-preppie turned amateur guru. One of the best things about "the camp," as we called it, was the food. A couple of the staffers, who lived in the main building, were fantastic organic cooks. Most dishes were variations on miso soup and brown rice, but they were great, served with fresh fruit and whole-grain bread that was still warm from the ancient cast-iron oven. Another good thing about the place was the women. It was an opportunity to meet women of all ages and income levels. Moreover, since they had come to a place like the camp, they all had open minds. The weekends were loosely structured to allow plenty of playtime. Sitting on the grass and watching a volleyball game, I first saw Anne. She was in cutoff jeans and a T-shirt. She was cute -- long brown hair on the curly side; big blue eyes; firm, round breasts with no bra and no sag. Our eyes locked for a couple of seconds as she was playing. Then again. And again. Once she missed the ball because of it. I can't remember why, but I wandered off while the game was still going. After dinner that night, there was a bonfire in an old swimming pool, which was empty and cracked -- it had seen better days. There was wine, marijuana, drumming, and individual dancing. Clark, showing off, circled the fire while improvising a native dance and chant. When he chanted louder most of us joined him, at times swaying and clapping. Suddenly he halted, and there was silence. "Hug somebody," he roared, arms outstretched. In about two seconds, I felt arms around my torso. Anne had come up behind me. I turned around and made it a mutual hug, which we held for at least 5 minutes, I guess, though no one was watching the time. When the hugs broke up, ours included, we looked at each other by firelight. We were both smiling broadly. Without words, we climbed up out of the pool and wandered away together across the grass, holding hands. We drifted over toward the edge of the woods, into the darkest shadows. I stopped. She stopped. We turned to face each other. I put my hands on her waist and drew her close. She put her arms around me again, and this time we kissed. It turned out to be the right move, because it was a good, deep kiss; I could tell it was just what she had been hoping for. Still hugging, still standing, we drew our lips apart and started to talk. We told each other where we lived in the city, where we had grown up -- the basics. We were both in our mid twenties, but she was two years younger. We recalled the volleyball game earlier that day, and agreed there had been a mutual attraction. Then we went back to kissing. After darting her tongue into my mouth for a split second, she bashfully lowered her head and whispered, "I'd like to sleep with you tonight." I was delighted, of course. "There is nothing I'd like more," I replied. I know it sounds weird these days, but Anne was shy in spite of her aggressiveness. The era and the setting gave her license to take the lead, yet she had a reserve that made her even more attractive. It was late, and chilly, and by now the others were drifting off to their tents. I just had a sleeping bag. I showed her where I had laid it out, just a few paces away. I suggested she get her bag, but she said she'd rather squeeze into mine. We undressed quickly and scrambled into the bag, which remained unzipped; she was on the open side. It was so good to feel her uncommonly smooth skin against mine. I was nude, and it did not take me long to feel that she had left her panties on. I ran my hands over her back, shoulders, neck, face, legs, as she did the same to me, kissing or nuzzling all the while. We were on our sides. I ran my hands under her panties to feel the globes of her firm ass. She rolled, still in my arms, so my chest was against her back, and I gently took her frontal globes in my hands. They were perfect, and they seemed to grow under my fingers. One stroke around her nipples, and they were standing out, hard. I pinched them gently. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she hummed. I was so aroused that my erection was almost painful. She realized this, of course. She snaked her arm around behind her to grasp my hard penis. "Mmmmmmmmmm," again. I think I groaned. I now I slid my hands down her flat tummy, under the waistband of her panties and into a triangle of silken hair atop her spongy mound. But that's as far as I got -- she pulled my hand right back up, out of her panties and away from the fragrant jellyroll I was so hoping to caress, lick, and stick all night long. "Not tonight," she said. I told her I had rubbers in my pack nearby, but that made no difference; she had decided not to go all the way. "OK," was all I said. I was frustrated, but I had to respect her wishes. I respected her, not just her wishes. She was coming across as a woman who knew herself. And I knew that without her taking the initiative with that first hug back at the bonfire, I'd be sleeping alone, so I still came out ahead. In silence, I held her. "Don't worry," she said with a chuckle as her hand returned to my penis. "I'll still make it worth your while." With that she rolled back to face me, gently nudged me onto my back, kissed me briefly on the lips, then the neck, then the chest, sinking down inside the bag, kneeling, drawing her lips down my abdomen all the way to the real me, whose head she popped into her mouth. I sighed. I moaned. I surrendered totally. I remember well the sense of relief, the yielding. It was good to be the passive one. It was all good, as we'd say today. I looked up at the stars, zillions of them. It was a new moon, so there was nothing to dilute their shine, or ours. There was no hurry, but with talented licking, kissing, stroking, and sucking she made sure that my pleasure built steadily and ended with a brain-crashing ejaculation. And she swallowed it! That was my first time with a swallower. She swallowed it all, then licked me clean, like a pussycat. Then she slid up my body and took my face in her hands. "Thanks for understanding," she said. I could tell by her voice that she was grinning. "You're thanking me?" I replied. "My god, girl, that was the best!" As we hugged, I felt her pantied crotch against my limp organ. The smell of sex was powerful, including the smell of her arousal, but I didn't move; I was still recovering. Eventually we crawled out of the bag and went into the woods to pee, separately. A minute or two later, we were back in the bag, me on my back again. Anne climbed in and pulled the zipper all the way up this time. I had welcomed her back with my arm around her shoulders, and she pressed herself against me, lying on her side with her hand on my chest. We didn't talk much. We went to sleep. That is, we slept for a few hours, then started kissing again. Aroused again, I touched the mound between her legs, outside the panties, which were still on. "Let me make you come with my fingers, or better yet my mouth," I said. "Not tonight," she replied, and down she went again, taking my hard-on in her mouth, stroking it with her soft fingers, sucking gently, then less gently, and bringing me to another shattering orgasm. I was spent. We went back to sleep. In the cold, sunny morning, we kissed a bit, but then jumped up, shivering, and pulled on our clothes. After a hearty breakfast of whole-wheat pancakes, we skipped the morning group and went for a hike. By now it was a dry, warm day, and we could smell the pine trees all around us. When we came to a meandering stream, Anne took of all her clothes, but kept her back to me. My eyes locked on her heart-shaped ass. She lowered herself into the cold water, which was only a few feet deep. She swam a few strokes underwater, just above the smooth stones. She looked graceful, like a mermaid, I said. I think she liked that. Getting out, she sat on a rock next to me, drying in the sun, but her legs were together and she soon put her clothes back on, keeping her back to me again. All dressed again, she gave me a hug and kiss. I told her I wanted to make love, and suggested we look for a good spot. To my surprise, she seemed to seriously consider the idea, and we began to look for a soft, dry spot. The best place we found was covered with pine needles. We sat down, but they pricked our hands. She said she'd rather wait. It was Sunday, so we knew we would both be returning to the city that evening. I offered to give her a ride home. She said yes, she would tell her roommate, who had brought her. Riding home that night in the dark, we talked some more. When we were almost to the city, Anne invited me to come up to her apartment. I asked if this meant we were going to make love, awkwardly trying to make it sound like a joke, as if I were making fun of myself for my one-track mind. "We'll see," she answered. "But if I said yes, how would that make you feel right now?" "A little scared," I replied, looking over to see her reaction. It was too dark to see her face, but I could see she had not turned toward me. She was watching the road. At her place, an upstairs apartment in a three-story building, I said a polite hello to her roommate Donna, who had arrived home a few minutes earlier. Anne and I walked down the hall to her room, where she led me to a straight-backed, wooden chair. I sat down. She sat on the edge of her bed, opposite. She bit her lower lip, looking down at the floor for a second, then at me. I didn't know what to do, but I didn't want to make the wrong move, so just looked into her big eyes. "Wait right here," she said, then stood up and left the room. I heard her walking down the hall and closing the bathroom door. A few minutes later, she returned in a robe, barefooted. She asked me to undress, which I did without further delay. "Now sit back down," she instructed. Hesitantly, she took a deep breath and opened the robe. She wore nothing underneath. "No panties," I smiled. "What could that mean?" she panted. It was the first time I had seen her pussy. Through her wispy pubic hair I saw the crease I craved, framed by endearing outer lips -- a pouty little purse of honey. She was standing right in front of me, her knees touching mine, and I reached out with one hand to feel the sticky wetness between her legs. As I drew my middle finger toward me along her slit, I smelled her arousal, along with a whiff of spermicidal jelly. Her knees buckled, but she quickly recovered and removed my hand. "I put my diaphragm in," she said, bending down for a quick kiss. Then she put her lips right up next to my ear and whispered, "Don't do a thing. Just sit." Standing back up, she shrugged off the robe, which fell to the floor. She lowered her eyes and I saw another flash of modesty. But then she took a step forward and opened her legs so that she straddled my knees. My penis was already erect, of course, but when she reached down and took it lovingly in her hands, I swear it grew another inch. Then she nudged forward and hovered her darling cunt over my hard-on, which she lined up with her welcoming vagina. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto me, biting her lower lip again, then smiling wickedly when she hit bottom. I'm telling you, it was exquisite. She began to milk me with her vaginal muscles. I called out in a long moan. The passive position was again paying off for me, big time. I clenched my buttocks to hold back my orgasm; I wanted this to last as long as possible. I don't know how much time passed; I was swept away. Eventually, she started to move, just a little rise at first, and back down. A little bit higher the next time -- you get the idea. I reached out to her waist, then I moved my hands to her breasts and began to knead them. She gasped. She pushed herself up higher, until only my glans remained inside her hot snatch, then quickly plunged down, mashing her lower lips against my pelvis and bending down to kiss me. Our tongues wrestled. She pumped me, tightening up her vagina on every upstroke. Meanwhile, she pulled her face away and threw her long hair back behind her. Looking up at the ceiling, she started making little yelps on the downstrokes. By then I was holding her by the waist and sucking on her nipples, changing from one breast to the other about every 15 seconds. All of a sudden, she let out a scream that could have been heard on the street outside. Her vagina quivered, then contracted in staccato bursts, out of control. I was already close to coming, and that naturally set me off. All the muscles in my body shuddered, as if I were having a seizure or something, while I spurted what felt like gallons of semen into Anne. When the shaking subsided, we looked into each other's eyes with awe. Our jaws hung open. Our eyelids were half closed. "Was that an earthquake?" I asked. "It was," she answered. "Our own private earthquake." Later, I asked her what made her decide to fuck me that night. She said what did it was my admitting, on the way home from the camp, that I was somewhat scared. That made her like me more than ever, since she had been nervous too. Right then, she said, is when she decided to let me inside her. Anne and I fell in love, and the better I got to know her, the more I loved and respected her. She was mine in the sense that we were monogamous, yet she retained her independence. We never lived with each other, but would sleep together most nights, sometimes at her place, sometimes at mine. On a camping trip we finally had intercourse outdoors, on the beach. One night, I had to stay at the office until 11 or so. I drove to her house and let myself in (I had a key). She had been asleep, but she drowsily held out her arms to me as I undressed beside her bed. I remember she was nude except for satin panties, through which I massaged her mound after stroking and kissing her breasts. As she began to moan softly, I realized something was different -- she had shaved her pubic hair. I slid my hand down inside the panties to feel the smooth skin of her bare vulva, which excited me tremendously. She giggled. Sliding a finger into her gash, I felt her juices flowing. Immediately I mounted her, pulling aside one leg of those panties and plunging into her slick warmth. After about a year, Anne and I went our separate ways. Sometimes I regret that parting, because to this day I recall that first time in the straight-backed chair as my best sexual experience. When I decide to masturbate, it is my favorite fantasy, and the best part is that it really happened. Remembering the fellatio in the sleeping bag can also make me hard. However, the excitement I felt as Anne's vagina enveloped my penis for the first time -- there is just nothing else to match that memory. ## Anne It was a beautiful Sunday morning and in my 4WD was driving home from a small town about 50km to the south. Warm sun, chill music and no traffic always puts me in a good mood. Life was good. There was however another reason for my smile. You see the fly of my shorts was open, my cock was out and wrapped around my 7 ½ inch hardon was a small hand belonging to my friend Anne. She was rubbing it, moving it about with her tiny fingers, thumbing the head and coating it with the drops of precum she skilfully coaxed out of it. Amusing herself by playing with my meaty lovestick and feeling the heft of it as though renewing acquaintances with an old friend was a purely self-indulgent act for Anne. The damp spot spreading on the crotch of her cream coloured shorts confirmed this. Before I get too far ahead of the story, a bit about me. My name is Mike. I stand 6'2', about 190lbs, tanned with broad shoulders and an athletic build, the result of years of football and swimming. I was a gym junkie but now pushing 50 and owning my own business in the country, I take things a bit easier and well, the washboard abs have given way to the beginnings of a small keg. It gets harder as you enjoy life but I still had my boyish looks and a full head of short wavy, greying hair and I get hit on regularly by my wife's friends and her sisters and aunts. That's a whole other story. Anne on the other hand was single. She was a petite woman of Chinese descent with a beautiful oval face and full lips that reminded me of Jessica Biel. She stood about 5'2" and had a slim build with a small waist, beautiful, silky smooth olive skin, black hair that reached the middle of her back and a set that was about 32C. Not overly large but with her build and tiny waist, she was a wet dream even though most times she dressed conservatively to hide it. I knew from experience that she had a body made for sin and when turned on, an appetite to match. Anne was a year ahead of me and we met at high school at the drama group. We got along from the start and dated for a little while but apart from some kissing, groping and plenty of oral never went any further. We were young and naive and well, fooling around without protection was taboo back then. Come college and we went our separate ways as is the way. I bumped into Anne some ten years later when I was living on the east coast. We both came around a corner in town and recognised each other immediately. She'd shed some puppy fat and I was taller and more muscled but otherwise looked the same. After the usual hugs and kisses we stopped for a coffee and did some catching up. We were both in our late 20s then and I was managing a small I.T. firm in town while she was teaching some form of yoga. Still single and health focussed Anne had just moved there but didn't know anyone so I guess it was an opportune meeting for her. After checking with my partner I invited her to our place for dinner. My girlfriend Barbara and I had an apartment on the outskirts of town and since Anne didn't drive, I offered to pick her up and for her to camp at our place over the weekend. She jumped at that. Barbara was the blond version of Anne with another 20lbs. In other words, not plump but sexy and curvey in all the right places. We'd met while rooming in the same house and we had a platonic relationship, each with our own circle of friends and friends with benefits until one night after a few too many we somehow ended up in bed together. That was 3 years ago and we haven't been apart since. Barbara worked as a lobbying consultant and was very good at it. We had some rigorous conversations but respect each other immensely. I loved her brains as much as the rest of her. The other thing that attracted me to Barbara was that she was just as rigorous in bed. Not oral so much but hard and fast, bed and wall wrecking sex was what my Babs loved, especially on her knees. If I was on top, she loved me putting one hand under her butt and the other on top of her head so she could held in place and pounded into orgasm after orgasm. She often told me after a torrid, sweaty fuck that if I looked down her throat, I should be able to see the head of my cock. She was funny and I really loved her. Well the weekend came and despite my concerns Anne and Barbara got on like a house on fire. So much so that I wondered if they were the old friends instead of Anne and me. Not that I minded. From what I've seen and read, the meeting the ex- thing can go sideways in so many ways. Lucky me. Anyway, the weekend was great and when Monday came, Barbara left for work as usual while I stayed home to work on a project. Anne slept in having decided to stay another couple of nights as she didn't have any yoga classes till Wednesday. She didn't know anyone else anyway so I at Barbara's suggestion was recruited as tour guide. I was to get her acquainted with all the sights and landmarks and especially all the shopping malls so they could go on retail therapy weekends together and soon. After breakfast I sat down on the sofa still in my robe as was my habit to enjoy the rest of my morning cuppa while checking emails on my laptop. Soon I head the door of the spare room open and then the door of the bathroom open and close. "Good morning, sleepy head," I yelled out. I heard some mumbled reply. Too much wine from the night before probably. She emerged a little later with a towel around her, stood in front of me, bent down to plant a kiss on my lips and said "Mmmmm... It is a good morning," before flopping down on my right. The scent of soap and perfume hit me at once and I inhaled deeply while closing my eyes. My cock woke up too and I was glad I had my laptop on my lap or I'm sure my robe would've flown open. A few more inhalations and I swear I would've catapulted that laptop clear across the lounge. Thankfully Anne broke my reverie before I did any damage. "So, what are we doing today?" she enquired. "Well," I replied, "looks like I'm going to do some work while bum around the house in a short towel". This earned me a punch on the shoulder followed by an "Ow!" from her. I chuckled and said "I think you got this wrong sweetie, the one getting punched is supposed to say Ow!" "I know," she said. "I have a stiff shoulder. I can't seem to get used to the bed where I'm staying and I think hitting your stupid shoulder just made it worse, you bully. Wait till I tell Barbara". "Oh thanks," I replied. "I'd plead my case as victim but you bloody women always stick together anyway". We both laughed. She then placed her left hand on my thigh and asked, "Mike, do you still do yoga like we used to at school?" "No," I replied. "Well, it's been a while and I've forgotten most of it". "Although I still give Barbara a special massage every now and then," I added with a cheeky grin. "Sure Romeo but seriously can you see if you can get this knot out of my shoulder? It's been troubling me all week and I know you are good with your hands," she asked. "I'd be ever so grateful," she added with a wink. "Sure," I said putting down my laptop. "Turn around and let me see". Meanwhile I sent a message to my little fella who had been eavesdropping to cool it. We'd had 'Hello' kisses so far but this was skin contact and I didn't want to remember how good she felt. Turning away from me, Anne adjusted her towel a little and reaching over her shoulder, pulled her long dark hair over to her front and out of the way. As soon as I placed my hands on her shoulders I knew I was in dangerous territory. As I said earlier, Anne has beautiful, silky smooth skin. The kind you want to rub, squeeze, lick, kiss or sink your teeth into and with luck, make glisten with perspiration. I felt around, found a few tight spots and began to massage. You'd have to be brain dead to not know where this was going. "Mmmmm...," she moaned. "I love your hands. They are so large and manly but also soft and gentle. Barbara is a lucky gal". I smiled too remembering how my "manly" hands and fingers used to get her sopping wet. Actually touching her flesh again enhanced those memories. She did always turn me on just by being close by and this was her way of finding out if she still had that effect on me. My cock was starting to tent my robe. Looking around for a handy cushion to cover my growing fatness I lost concentration for a second but hoped she wouldn't notice. Like hell. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Is the angle wrong?". "Err... Yes", I replied. "We're both twisted at an angle and...". Before I could finish she started turning towards me and said, "Perhaps if I lay down". Next thing I knew she had stretched out on the sofa and lay down resting her head on the cushion covering my groin, her head turned towards me and her arms by her side. "Is this better?" she asked, her cheek pressing down on the cushion and flattening my erection. The little minx had her answer. I just looked at her. I opened my mouth but no words came out. "Nope", she added, "this damn cushion makes my head too high". Before I could respond, she had snatched the cushion and tossed it on the carpet. Then she lowered her head again, still facing me closed her eyes and rested her right cheek squarely on my erection still pretending that she was just trying to get comfy. All this happened in a manner of seconds and I remember thinking how there was no mistaking her "sore shoulder" ploy now as anything but an act to play doctor. She wanted me and she was determined. All pretence gone now, she smiled, lifted her cheek and propping herself on her elbows, peeled the two sides of my robe aside and freed my cock. Actually, it sprang out like a coiled snake barely missing her nose. Instead of surprise, there was just the sweetest of devilish smiles on her face. "Hello you," she said. Cheeky slut. After a moment or two, Anne wrapped both her hands around it, sniffed at it and planting a soft kiss on the tip looked up at me and smiled. In her eyes, possession was ownership and she had just reclaimed my cock. She felt all around it, tilting it this way and that as she inspected her prize. Being tiny, she could not fully wrap either hand all the way around so held it with one hand above the other. This still left the head exposed. I think she was impressed. I still had no words but right then I was so hard I swear I could cut diamonds with my stiffy. Weren't she and my Barbara new best buddies? You remember, your girlfriend, Barbara? Don't get me wrong, Barbara and I had an open relationship but I had never done anything without her knowing first and never at our place. She must have known this could happen. So while part of me was looking forward to what was coming next, another part of me was looking at the front door. This may sound disgusting to some but the fear of being caught simply enhanced my arousal. "You're bigger," she said casually, while skilfully rubbing her hands up and down my throbbing shaft just inches from her lips. Now and then her thumbs would trail the middle tube on the underside of my cock all the way down past my testicles, rubbing, pressing and searching. "Thanks, it's all the weight training I used to do," I replied. "They have cock weights nowadays you know," I added trying to make light of it. Last time I played with Anne, there was no Barbara. If I didn't stop this now, I would not be able to look her in the eye again. I've got to fight this, soon, yes I will. Meanwhile, down at my groin Anne was rolling my heavy cum-filled balls in one hand while squeezing a stream of precum out of my shaft with the other. Damn, she knew which buttons to press in my libido and I was rapidly losing ground in my inner battle. Then with her eyes locked on mine, she slowly bowed her head, pursed those succulent lips and sipped the droplets of man juice off the tip. Oh god, she so good at this. She then made a great show of enjoying my tasty syrup, swallowed and licked her lips before opening once more to engulf the my now purple cock head in her warm, moist mouth. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as my hips lifted in appreciation. What battle? All I could think now was more please and if this was part of her advanced yoga class, I am so going to join up. Feeling totally at home with my cock in her hands now, Anne sucked, licked and inch by inch took more and more of my cock into her hungry mouth. Her touch was just right and I could feel the sides of her cheeks and her teeth. I could do little but tremble and moan each time I felt her moist lips slipping over the mushroom head and sliding down the shaft accompanied by her tongue licking the underside and then the gentle suction as she withdrew and a few twirls of her tongue around the head as she reached the end. This combined with her left hand clamped around the base of my cock while the fingers of her right hand pressed and rubbed the sensitive tube beneath my boiling balls had successfully diverted all blood flow to my brain. I was her quivering ecstatic toy. As i said earlier, Barbara and I had sex several times a week but this was the polar opposite to Barbara's preference for little oral and slambam. With Anne my body being taken to places long since forgotten and she was reminding me how much I missed them and her. In her fervour, Anne did try several times down to deepthroat me but couldn't. It wasn't that we both didn't want to, her back teeth were in the way and there was no way she could open her tiny mouth wide enough for my fat cock to squeeze past. 6 inches in but the other 1 1/2 missed out. Not that I was complaining, or giving much thought about anything for that matter. Right then, all I could think of was the amazing sensations Anne was giving my cock as I watched her feasting in delight, her eyes closed as she again felt, tasted and memorised every inch of my meat with her tongue. Her lips stretched taught each time she sank down on me until her throat bulged each time she bottomed out. Clumsy, fumbing teenagers at school but still virgins and a decade later, here she was giving me the best head I had ever experienced. I don't know where she picked up these skills but I was ever so grateful. I would have popped sooner but she knew how to control and squeeze off any shortcomings. It seemed that she had planned this feast and would not be denied her fill. I was happy to oblige but I could do more than just enjoy myself, surely. Placing my right hand on her back, I tugged and removed the now superfluous towel from around her and gazed admiringly at the beautiful woman lying across my sofa, her large tits pushed out her sides and her head bobbing slowly up and down my cock as I ran my hands over her back and over her smooth round butt, squeezed each round cheek and slid between her slightly parted thighs. She was soaking wet and unshaven which for an Asian woman, meant a light covering of short fine hair and that was what welcomed my finger as I slipped one between her small vaginal lips and into her hot pussy. "Mmmmm...mmmmmm...", she moaned without missing a beat as I slid a finger it in and out. I didn't want her to stop but perhaps I could keep holding off my orgasm if I distracted her a little. She was tight but stretched easily as I slipped in a second finger. Damn, i really, really had to get in there. "Oh!", she exclaimed softly before working harder on my cock. My playing with her seemed to increase her desire to devour my cockmeat which by the way was now so hard it was numb with pleasure. Having practiced yoga for many years, I could hold back my orgasm for as long as I wanted to. A talent my lovers had always marvelled at and appreciated. It was purely out of self-interest. I enjoyed being on a high for as long as possible. Sex after all was a journey and not a destination. It also made them come back for more, even the ones with partners who were not getting satisfied at home. I know it's not right and unfair but I was discrete and I reckon I probably saved a few relationships by filling a gap and by helping to indirectly educate some men who were under-delivering in bed. Wanting to test Anne's elasticity some more, I slipped a third finger into her pussy and as she parted her legs further, a fourth. She lifted her head off my cock and gasped without opening her eyes before plunging down yet again to shove my cock into the back of her throat once more, this time she took in another inch teeth or no teeth. It hurt but I loved it. The sucking, the scraping and the chewing plus the wet slurping noise was all too much and I couldn't possibly hold on any longer. Both of us perspiring now, I was breathing heavily and gasping for air as I pounded her sodden pussy with my fingers, plungin them in and twisting it this way and that making making wet squishy noises. Her pussy now accommodated all my fingers but didn't feel any tighter than when I had just one finger in. Fucking amazing Her sucking, her tongue twirling around the head, the way her mouth never lost contact and the suction no matter which way she turned and bobbed her head was more than any mortal could bear. My balls were going to burst and I could hear my blood pounding in my skull. I was slowly liting off the sofa as my cheeks tightened as I placed my hand on the back of her head but no. Instead I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and I gently cupping her chin, reluctantly lifted her away from my cock. She wasn't at all surprised. This was how we played or more correctly, used to play. My purple numb cock and my aching balls could wait. She looked at me knowing, smiled with swollen lips and rolled on her side still facing me and for the first time I gazed upon her naked front and those magnificent boobs. The girl I used to play with was now all woman. Her tits were fuller and round and hung just right with a hint of teardrops. Her brown nipples were the size of grapes surround by equally brown, palm-sized aureoles. I wanted to devour them too, right after I sucked her pussy dry. She stared wordlessly as she followed my admiring gaze, not expecting and not questioning. It was as though she knew before I did, that what was to be will be. She wanted it and she knew I did too. It was as though we were simply doing what we were meant to, were going to, a decade ago. I took off my robe and let her see me in the nude for the first time as well. Silently she reached out with her left hand to rub my chest and then across to lightly pinch my nipple. First one and then the other. I gasped each time, my cock twitching with it. It didn't escape her. Anne then sat up on her knees beside me, facing the back of the couch, leant across me, placing her right hand on the sofa to prop herself up and leaned in to plant a kiss on my right nipple. I closed my eyes as another moan escaped my lips. Then she clamped her lips and teeth around the nipple and sucked hard while nibbling the little nub. I closed my eyes from the pleasure and my head rolled back onto the back of the sofa as I felt my cock twitch and send more precum out my peephole ensuring that my sexual high was still in the stratosphere. To be continued. Sorry readers, I do realise that this recollection is a long way from my Sunday drive in the first paragraph. So I will leave that part of it here. My inevitable consummation with Anne and our on and off tryst over the next 10 years I will write in chapters 1 and 2. Let's for now get back to this instalment and why Anne was playing with my cock while I drove. It started about a month ago. After 6 years of marriage sex between Yvonne and I was still fantastic. She loved sex and we fucked at least 3-4 times a week. She loved it from behind, sometimes a bit roughly while having her butt and tits spanked and occasionally, being choked or having her hair pulled while I slammed into her.