The room was permeated with the full frolicking scent of young woman slathered generously on condom. A smell that overwhelmed me with memories.
I had positioned myself on her side and knelt bedside her on the bed as if on an altar. She had protested mildly when I out of her, but my caresses were easing her separation anxiety. I started with a reach and a stretch to her ankles. I slowly ran massaging fingers up her legs. I also knew when my body stretched out in this manner it displace my middle age softness into a more sinewy form that my older Cindy had remarked on while reintroducing my morning stretching routine from the sensuous desert of marital bliss. I think young Sindy liked it too because she used that position to fondle my balls in a rolling dice fashion before exploring the length and girth of my cock with her delicate fingers.
“Rubber is still intact,” she. announced as if reporting on an account, “and this magic prick of yours is still quite primed for it’s mission.”
“Oh, and what mission is that?” I asked as my fingers neared where her pillars of paradise met her halls of honey.
“Apparently to fuck me silly and ruin me for men closer to my own age.”
“If you have the slightest fear of that I will bang your gong until morning and cure you of that notion when you get a gander of me in the sober light of day.”
She laughed heartily making her tits jiggle, which drew my hands and eyes from honey dew land and set them to forage her freckled hills of delight for a bit. We both knew I would not be there in the morning light.
Sindy’s firm body spread out on her bed below me I decided a little exploring was in order. I was enthralled by the piercings she had adorned her pristine young body with and dabbled with the functionality of each appliance. Her breasts perched nicely upon her rib cage and pleasantly fell only slightly to her sides.
Her eyes were glued to my face, but rather than be self conscious of our age difference she seemed more interested in my reactions to her young bestudded body. If a twist or prod of a pull ring was too much or unpleasurable she would let me know. She would reward me with the purrs of a kitten when my manipulations pleased her
It was time to taste this morsel now that she was frothing from below once more.My tongue circled her nipples for a few passes drawing the sign of infinity before plunging impatiently below to be rewarded with the sweet smell of youthful yoni in full slippery liquid splendor. She was especially delighted with the little heavy metal dance my tongue did on her metal mined folds. Fortunatly she was slick enough to leave my tongue intact.. My as it glided, slipped , and slopped with slurping sounds to Sindy’s groans and gyrating bucking hips. She half heartedly trying to find my throbbing member with either her fingers or mouth but was so distracted that her lips locked on my inner thigh giving me a purple hickey that would last for days.
Now that I was on top and controlling the rhythms of this soiree it became a more precise fucking. Since I knew this may well be the last time I would be able to enjoy that hard bodied flesh of a twenty something year old woman I took great pains to extend the experience using the muscle controls and mastery I had regained with the hours spent with sweet Indiana Cindy. I squeezed and fought back the fiery release bringing on full forearm shivers and back bone jarring shakes..
Since the condom had remained faithful to my prick Sindy might have been unsure if I came or not, but since the strong pistoning and deep depth diving continued on her moans had gone from slippery silk to hoarse and strained staccato rasps.
Then it finally happened. Up until then it was questionable. Perhaps mood building or just playacting to hurry things along and get it over with. Perhaps ways she had learned that allegedly pleased a man from media and porno histrionics her younger lovers expected I was unconvinced of her finishing. The commencement of this shattering full slurry organ timbred orgasm was unmistakable. It nearly left tender Sindy senseless as a wide receiver after helmet to helmet contact on the gridiron. She lay twisted, spent, and smoking. Her wits seemed sprinkled all over her bed like broken shards of glass upon her young womans bed in her young womans bedroom. There was certainty in this release.
I rose to me knees and surveyed my handy work and it was good. This brought my eyes around to my surroundings for the first time and there was the picture. With that I hurriedly did a quick math check while thinking,
“OMG, I fucked your mother when we were in our twenties.”
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I awoke with the unmistakable scent of Judy on my fingers. The taste of Judy in my mouth. Although they were cut with the tinctures of the oils used in the proceedings of the night before, it was unmistakable Judy.
Judy. The younger sister of a life long friend. Decades later here I am waking up in her bed. It was a chance meeting at a neighborhood Christmas Tree lighting. When our conversation that evening took an unusually frank and open turn I awake here with my hands each cupping a beautiful buxom breast with Judy’s surprisingly skinny ass pressed against my awakening dick. Judy is still asleep.
The night before I had given her a heaping portion of oral and digit pleasure with no gratification sought or received of my own.
It is not easy being a saint.
I also know that this morning my sainthood would come into question.
Judy being a tall woman it is a pleasant experience to stretch out next to her. All our skin contacting in the right places. Having recently been involved with lovers of a shorter stature than myself the full length blond delight beside me was a welcome change. No matter how hard I try to not draw comparisons between things, my monkey brain always does of it’s own accord. I only try not to give these judgemental thoughts weight and live in acceptance and joy of gifts bestowed. Judy was certainly a long awaited gift. The younger me would be pawing her large breasts from my first waking moment. But the older and wiser me with the knowledge of her reticence about relationships and unsure of what her mornings reaction to the intimacy I lavished her with the night before kept me in cupping rather than kneading mode on her magnificent tits. The cold winter morning made the body warmth ideal for us both so I drifted back to sleep inspite of the rather stiff neck I had given myself from the previous eve’s oral exertions. So I stayed warm and close and gently stretched out on my back and fought the fondle urge. I soaked in the nearness to my statuesque bedmate.
I must have drifted off. I began to dream of the sound of Judy’s breathing, quickening as it did the night before as my fingers searched out all those places that gave rise to desire within her reviving body. The quickened breath was changing to low moans of pleasure and I realized I was slowly awakening and as my eyes opened there was Judy on her knees above my thighs with fingers working feverishly within and without her. She was looking intently at my body and when she saw my open eyes she smiled. She nodded at my erect cock and said, “See. I even make you hard in your sleep.”
She was a sight. All blond fringed and matching trimmed rug. Clear blue eyes, and pink nippled momentous breasts heaving from accelerated breathing. Her hands reached out and I enjoyed the feel and fragrance of her fingers tracing along my jawline.
“Watching you sleep I saw the young friend of my brother’s. You really haven’t changed that much.” she said softly.
“Well I am grateful for your changes. You are sure not that skinny little kid anymore.” I smiled back with my eyes. She knew she was no longer skinny. No longer a kid. Neither of us have been either skinny, or a kid for a long time. But I could also see familiar faces in her countenance now. She was certainly part of a family I had known most of my life. From her brother, best friend for life, her mother who was forever offering me food when we were young, down to her deceased father and brother. The last two left scars on her that could not be seen but were apparent when paying attention.
“No more fooling around. Are you going to make love to me or do I have to do it all by meself?” Judy asked.”I think I have been waiting for this moment for years. Here we are.”
“I have fantasized about this even longer I’ll bet.” I answered back.
I took Judy in my arms and spread her out on her back. I kissed her lips and she kissed me back with a furtive darting tongue. Our tongues enticed each other playfully and our kiss grew deeper. I supported my weight on my hands and remained off to one side with my knees. My mouth wandered to Judys neck, nibbled an ear lobe, the slowly moved my kisses to those tits. Tits of legend. Songs have been sung about tits this perfect. My tongue sang a silent song as I worked each one in their time and enjoyed the nipples response of each.
Judy was ready and her hands coaxed my hips over her dripping and ready snatch. Her mouth did not say fuck me. Her whole being was crying out to be fucked
As I gazed into her one blue eye that wasn’t covered by her straight blond hair that had fallen over her face, I was having revelations of paradise below. Judy was first time tight with the bonus of the wet wantonness of a mature woman with a dirty mind. There would be plenty of time for speculation about why she was so tight. I was slowly immersing myself in her heavenly tightness again and again and dipping deep draughts at her dewy well.
I had thought about this moment for years, so the fucking was classic. Close quartered. Me on my elbows. Nuzzling Judy’s neck with kisses. Lips with kisses. My chest pressed against her glorious bosoms. My hips rising and falling as I fell into Judy with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around me tight. Her heels coaxing me as if I were a steed. Regret on each withdrawal as I felt her hungry cunt clutch my cock, gripping the base of the head as a warning before I withdrew and lost my purchase of her pussy. Then a slow sustained thrust again into Judy. The Judy I had wanted for ages. The Judy I recently had a chance to know again. The Judy I was entering again and again. As tender a turn of the screw than any for years past. Hopefully to be a tender fuck for years hence.
I pumped long. I pumped deep. I would pause upon each pinnacle of exit until I felt Judys gates to paradise close before pushing into her again and feel her shiver and exhale with each entrance again and again.
She was about to cum.
I was unable to not cum.
With Judy below I work my finger into her cunt in addition to my prick and when my fingertip found that Judy is blessed with that little ridged patch of pussy wall betwixt her clit and belly button which I gently massage while still gently and slowly bucking in and out of her.
This brings on the unexpected. She begins to shiver and shake uncontrollably. Tongue begins to protrude from her lips pointed and extends almost unnaturally to a point. Her big blue eyes start rolling and become the whites only while blue pupils roll back in her head.
I momentarily have thoughts of seizure running through my mind as her pointed tongue continues to protrude, but her eyes are blue again and her hands on my ass coax me deeper and deeper into her again and again as she still seems to be cumming or crying or both. Her breasts are spread out, overflowing at her sides resting on her biceps and shaking from her shivers and her arm efforts to seemingly pull me down harder, with every plunge me splitting her pussy lips wide as I stir my hips in her roiling cauldron.
She is cumming. She is sobbing, She is weeping uncontrollably and cumming so intense that I no longer am trying to finesse fuck and just fuck her with abandon. Her combo orgasm and crying jag, as well as built up sexual hydraulics from my last nights exercise of self denial, my own orgasm was now burning it’s way from the base of my skull down my spine and out through my prick like a fireplace flue ablaze with pumping spunk by the quart into Judy. Her shattered pussy absorbed what it could but the rest leaked over sheets and covers and pillows alike leaving the mother of all wet spots as we came together epically with a singular finality.
Having experienced that event together we collapsed together in the sopping sheets and blankets unable to move
I collapsed at her side and held her close as she sobbed on, secretly enjoying the feel of her matronly bosom, now reduced to two wonderful freestyle tits against my chest.
I was enthralled and enraptured. I did not realize how frightened and threatened Judy would feel about this event and her loss of control.
I would find out.
First clue should have been when Judy regained her senses she pushed me away from her like I was a convict and announced she had shopping plans with some girlfriends for the day.
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“We have to get you all cleaned up for tonight.” Cynthia announced as she made quick work cleaning up the stubble where there should be no stubble and lovingly grooming the pubic hair where her aesthetic told her it belonged. The bath water was running and the hi-rise bathroom was filling with steam. The care Cynthia put into my cocks coiffure was not the simple C.N.A. shaving I had received from Cindy. Cynthia was an artist, and often said when she was happy pictures of this puppy were getting plastered all over the internet. Luckily she has not been sufficiently satisfied with her creation so my genitals have yet to debut on the world wide web.
Shaving finished I leaned back in the tub and enjoyed the sensations of a deluxe bath given by a slender and nearly naked red haired Cynthia. Her loose fitting and open robe gave wonderful visuals during my cleansing. Life was good. I felt the soapy warm water and the large bath sponge wash away tensions. As the scented liquid ran down my backside I remembered how Cynthia had wept the first time I had given her a bath. Years of caring for a terminally ill husband had occasioned her to give many baths. Receiving one herself in such a tender manner made her weep. Since then our mutual bathing has become ritualistic and an intimate part of our Saturday routine. I still give Cynthia baths more often than she gives me for purely selfish reasons. But this morning I was getting deluxe treatment. I knew she was looking forward to the dinner party tonight, but there seemed to be more in this pampering today.
As she bathes me we talk about how long each of us have known Fred and Helen. Cynthia claims better knowledge of the couple they are today even though I have known Fred since childhood and Helen since my late teens, but she is unswayed in her conviction that she knows them better now. Her delicate hands work my body over using the huge bath sponge with a little more vigor than I think necessary until I finally concede the point. With that she offers to let me pick up where my tongue left off in the living room. She lets her shorty short silk robe fall to the tile floor and pauses to let my eyes drink her in all her magnificence.
The still damp red hair sits in disarray atop her oval face. Her nose is slender. The tip comes to a pleasing point. Not sharp. Just definitive. Her emerald eyes are on my face. She is watching to see where my eyes fall. Sometimes I think she does this to see if any part of her body registers the slightest disappointment in me. But her breasts are perfect, round, and sit high upon her flesh covered rib cage. She is slender, but not skinny. Her alabaster skin glows in the less than flattering light provided in this apartment bathroom. I know this game and counter her inquiring eyes with the calming method of looking at everything while looking at nothing. The unfocused gaze of either a wise man, or a lunatic. I can see a bit of frustration cross her face. I see her perfectly shaped white thighs that are the pillars her heavenly self is poised upon. Then I see her eyes fall to the bath water just below my belly button and she grins widely.
“You really have no right to still be that hard after all I have done for you this morning. I scour this apartment when you are asleep, yet still not a trace of little blue pills.” Cynthia chuckled., “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Just listen to yourself you red haired hussy. Standing there unabashed in all the splendor nature has bestowed on you while having thoughts that would make any doxy blush.”
“You have no idea what I am thinking,” she countered.
“I think you should know by now that vino is my vice. Not pharmaceutical bondage.”
“What about women and song.?”
“I like your use of the plural, ” I added to instigate ire, but instead Cynthia’s only response was, “Mmmmm. Women.” While rewarding me with a cryptic smile.
I reached up and opened my arms in a welcoming manner saying, “I’ll settle for a little song now.”
As she steps into the tub her thighs fill my eyes with snowy white. My hands reach around and grasp her ass lovingly, but since she rudely interrupted my oral homage earlier I am not pleasuring her on command. This time. I run my hands gently down the back of her legs and merely contemplate the splendor between her milky thighs which are now the fingerboard of my fiery red haired sex cello. As my hands move around her knees and back up the length of her thighs I am rewarded with a low tone from her throat as my fingers riff towards her bath soap scented snatch. A little vibrato is applied at first contact with her special self moistening skin causing Cynthia to drop the bath sponge and lower herself into the tub, causing my finger to slip easily into her readied quim. She leans back in the warm soapy water and sighs her sighs of a siren as my fingers work magic below the soapy waters, gently searching out the places to pitch up and down glissando for effect while applying enough pressure to make Cynthia’s sighs go from piano to forte.
I watch her perfect breasts pitch and break above the surface calling my hands to surf up her belly and push her breasts up from under for a fond fondle and watch the water stream down her pristine midsection and follow the waters soj0urn as it finds that luscious channel between thigh and tummy flowing towards shaved and scented paradiso al la Cynthia. On her haunches now she raises her hips above the waves to afford me special access.
She adjusts herself in the tub again so her knees frame me, forming an armrest. Her feet flat against the tiled wall behind me. Times like this I long for the clawfoot tubs of the past. These shallow built into the wall monstrosities lack the clearance for proper conducting of a watery interlude. I run my now pruney fingers over Cynthia’s knees and tease slowly with traces and tracks down the inside of her thighs drawing ever closer till feinting a further plunge into her, then recalling fingers back to their perch on her knees while we chat more about our nights hosts Fred and Helen.
We are back to how my living out of state all those years may have left a gap in my knowledge of what their lives had become in my absence.
“ Fred and I comment and critique each others work and go over each others portfolios. He has been at it so much longer than I that I am overwhelmed by his body of work. But most of all he really takes pride in the shots of his wife. It is an expansive history.”
I must confess a little twinge of jealousy struck me. Life long friends, but still childhood competitors for the affections of early girlfriends.
“She is a timeless beauty indeed.” I added as a fact but also as a tweak guaranteed to gain notice from anyone’s ego, but certainly the ego of the fiery redheaded dish I was splashing with now.
Cynthia took up the challenge and tweaked me right back, either knowingly or unwittingly she scored a big one.
“I found the series Fred took years ago of Helen and her friend Eileen particularly enlightening . But his new series on those two is breathtaking.”
I know my breath had been taken. Now that I was breathless it was best to focus on the business at hand and take Cynthia before being distracted by phantasmagoria about Eileen.
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Sindy lived in one of those hulking brick apartment buildings built in the early twentieth century. It even had the little doors about shoulder high where the ice man would deliver the weekly block. I know this because I lived in such an edifice back in the eighties. It was also where my first love and I shared our first apartment and we both realized we were not enjoying sex as much as we should. Or at least I think that was our conclusion on being woken up numerous nights by our neighbors very loud and boisterous love making. That thirty something woman was a shrieker and many of the men she brought home were grunters of various pitch and amplitude. That was how we knew she got around. Since most of our lovemaking had been on the sly up to that point we were rather quiet and discreet about the whole fucking business.
When we got to Sindy’s flat she parked my ass on her couch, got us something to drink and then stood in front of me taking visual inventory of the situation. She was demonstrating sexual confidence beyond her years. With her young form in front of me I was rapt in adoration. I watched intently as she wriggled out of her tight jeans. Her loose long blouse became a very short shirt tail dress with her legs covered in knee high multi colored horizontal striped socks.
“You can leave the socks on.” I offered.
“Of course.” she giggled.
Still facing me and watching my expression she removed her panties. Her brunette hair fell over her face as she pulled them down past her knees and I enjoyed the view of her rump as it was revealed over her slight shoulders as she bent down. When she rose up and faced me the look on her face was both enigmatic and charming as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, then let it hang open revealing a view of paradise to come. She slowly approached and deliberately placed one knee on the sofa, a brief pause to stroke my cheek, and the the other knee to complete the straddle. Face to face she began working on my belt and zipper. Slowly and purposely while we searched each others eyes looking for eternal answers to questions unknown. I usually carry too much life and marriage baggage in both stomach and conscience. But tonight was different. I had checked those bags at the bar.
“So since I have already had you in my mouth, this is kind of like a curtain call for your cock.”
“I prefer to think of it as an encore, thank you very much.” I added pointedly.
We bantered more while she slowly lowered my zipper while I admired her twenty something body between the open buttons of her shirt.
“I trust you will not have any problem rising to the occasion .” she teased.
As I perused the curved backward parenthesis of her breasts, taut young tummy resplendent with pierced navel while reminiscing about her pierced tongue mouthing my member, rising would be the least of my issues. Containment would be the watchword of this nocturnal operation.
Once trousers were lowered Sindy pulled a condom out of her pocket with a flourish, deftly unwrapped it, and with some difficulty rolled it over my prick.
“I didn’t know I needed to super size this rubber order,” she said with a giggle. Once protection was in place Sindy was a dervish of a fuck in that position which left my hands free to test the utility of all her piercings above and below.
She was a magnificent mount. She needed no slick skills or muscle control from Kegel or any other doctor. She was tight and furious as her orgasms rippled through her again and again, even with me the geezer looking up at her in wonder and awe. I could understand how her younger lovers would come quickly with the pleasures she dished out on her platter of youthful delights. It took all my resolve to move my orgasms up my spine with a shiver, rather than spurting out my dick into her twitching twat. My quivering must have felt like a vibrator to her because the more I quaked the more she quivered. Still I held the load from coating this magnificent Sindy inside and out.
Meanwhile my fingers pulled her pussy rings, coaxed her navel piercing, and tongue twisted her nipples metallic regalia until she squelched and squealed with every free fall of her tight cunt as it swallowed my steely pole repeatedly until she could not longer muster the breath. She became a squeaking mass of quivering hard bodied young female flesh all around me.
I stood up with her still attached and waddled the two of us to her bed for round tres.