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The following story contains scenes of explicit sex. If you're not old
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AEROBICS IS GOOD FOR YOUR SEX LIFE
by
Wyvern
PART ONE
The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA.
There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old insecurity and
bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest of the aerobics class.
Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated from my bad knee -- neither
sensation was particularly noticeable compared to the pounding of my
heart and the gasping sounds of my labored breathing. Pride was the
only thing which kept me on my feet and moving.
I could tell that the instructor was watching me, waiting for me to
collapse -- or perhaps trying to figure out what I was doing in her class.
It wasn't an advanced aerobics class, but it was more than what a
beginner like me should have been in. I signed up knowing only that I
needed some structured exercise -- no one told me what I was getting
into, or, more probably, I wasn't paying attention. Now, I was too proud
to admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor, a rather
nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19 or 20, was
definitely looking at me.
Locking down my newly discovered determination (developed
after months of intense therapy -- more on that later if it becomes
relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing quite as much as my
classmates and eventually made it through the session without a
myocardial infarction.
After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right up to me as I
was headed for the showers.
"You're John, aren't you?" she asked.
"That's me all right." What a clever response, I thought. "I
suppose you're wondering what a blimp like me is doing in your class,
eh?"
"No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you're doing in my
class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are you busy right now?"
"No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just planning to
go home and collapse," I said, laughing.
She laughed too. "Well, if you could put off collapsing for a
little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of coffee at Perkins (tm)."
"Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out of shape
students?"
"No, not usually, but something tells me I should have a cup with
you."
I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I can stop right
here and explain that. For those waiting for the juicy sex scene, wait a
little while and I will try to make it worth it for you to keep reading.
If you'll recall, I said at the top that I was 40. An 18 year
marriage collapsed under me a year earlier. My fault -- I never dealt with
my father's alcoholism and its effects on me. Denial was a way of life. I
became more and more unrelatable to my wife and my two kids.
Alcohol is only one escape from life. There are many others. Food was
one of mine. My divorce was a real wake up call. I nearly lost my job
and everything else in my life without dealing with my problems, but
when I lost my family, well, that was something that really got to me.
I got into therapy and began to deal with all the things going on
inside my head. But I still wasn't into relationships. Too many wounds,
many self inflicted, had left my heart encased in some pretty tough scar
tissue. That's why I hesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa's
invitation.
"Sure. Sounds great. I'll meet you in the lobby in 15 minutes."
Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty much the
same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the back of the
restaurant. Small talk ensues.
"You said you knew why I took your class," I said, by way of
transition to the real reason we were here. "What did you mean by
that?"
"You're trying to prove something to yourself. Recover your lost
manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and in shape. You
felt better then. You want to recapture that."
"I've lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?"
"I know who you are. My sister took a college course from you
once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to you, though
you couldn't place me. I know a little bit about what's been going on in
your life. Your divorce, for instance."
"I'd be careful with that if I were you. It's still a touchy
subject for me." I gave her a moment to digest that. "So I want to recapture
my youth. I didn't think 40 was all that old, compared let's say, to 80.
Let's assume for the moment that you are right. So what."
"It's the wrong reason for you to be in the class. You don't
belong in this group anyway - - I checked at the desk and they put you in
this class by mistake - - you should be doing lower impact aerobics until
you work yourself back into some sort of shape."
"So, what would you consider a good reason for me to take your
class?"
"Because you want to sleep with the instructor."
She said it with a straight face. I'm sure my chin dropped all the
way to my chest before I recovered my composure. I started to laugh,
thinking that she was joking, and was cut off in mid guffaw by the
serious look on her face.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No, I'm not. There's only one way you're going to get through
this class, John, and I'm telling you what it is. You're going to have to
believe that when it's all over, there's going to be a reward."
"I'm a little confused." Wow, what a master of understatement.
She smiled. I'm sure that I was red as a beet. I was embarrassed
and very close to getting angry with her. If this was some sort of
elaborate tease, it was a cruel one for sure.
"That's true enough. Most men are. Tell me, how long has it been
since you felt attractive?"
Well. That certainly caught me by surprise. To be honest, I don't
know if I've ever felt attractive. Not physically anyway. Growing up I
had some real conflicting needs -- the need for attention, yet wanting to
blend in to the background. I wanted people to be close to, but I
wouldn't let them in. That's probably why my marriage failed - - my
wife could never get inside of my head because I wouldn't let her. Some
sort of trust thing. Well, anyway, I had to come up with some sort of
answer....
"A while." Wow, another pithy comment.
"I thought so. Did you know that when you were my sister's
teacher in college that she had the hots for you something fierce?"
"No way!" I remember my ex-wife warning me about all the
coeds who would get the hots for me and try to 'make the grade' so to
speak. I used to laugh, point at myself, and say, "Yeah, right. Just look
at me, Joe Stud."
"She did. She used to tell me about it all the time. The only
reasons she didn't hit on you then were that you were married at the time
and she knew what kind of negative effect teacher-student relationships
can have on faculty members. But she used to tell me her fantasies, and
believe me, she was hot for you. By the way, if you ever tell her I told
you this, I'll kill you."
"That's incredible. But what's the point?"
"The point, John, is that you are trying to make yourself
physically appealing because that's what you think all women want. And the
reason you think that way is that that's what men look for in a woman.
Admit it. If I were 40 pounds overweight, you and I would not be
having this conversation would we?"
"If you were 40 pounds overweight, you wouldn't be an aerobics
instructor, either, but yes, I guess you're right. So?"
"Some women are turned on by a man's personality, believe it or
not, and can even overlook some pretty major physical flaws. Ever
wonder why Christie Brinkley married Billy Joel?"
"So, are you trying to tell me that I turn you on, somehow, right
now even though I look more like Dom Deluise than Burt Reynolds?"
"Not quite. But my sister and I are a lot alike. I think that if
I spent some time with you, I could become very attracted to you. One
thing you should realize is that a lot of those blow dried body building
types are so stuck on themselves that they make lousy lovers. Other
kinds of guys, more like you, are more attentive to their partner's needs
and can actually be more satisfying sexually."
I was flattered to say the least. My self esteem was growing by
leaps and bounds. But I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. No, sir.
This wasn't going to be happening the way it looked. No beautiful
female like the one sitting across the table was going to get the hots for
me all of a sudden. And even if she did, I was sure that it would be a
short relationship, particularly when she got a load of my lack of staying
power -- though if she liked getting head, it might make up for it -- I'm
very good at that.
"But, (here it comes, I thought) there's a catch."
"I knew it."
"You do need to get into shape, and not just so you'll be some
sexy middle aged stud, either," she laughed, taking the sting out of the
jibe, "but for your health. And, by the way, being in shape will make
you a better lover to boot. So, here's what I'm proposing. You attend
my class regularly -- but don't try to keep up with everyone, just go your
own pace -- and do something about your food intake, and I think you'll
start to see some results. It might help to do Nautilus along with the
aerobics to shape your body a little as you take the weight off. Now, the
good part. I am confident that if you work at it, you can get to where
you want to be, physically, in about six months. Between now and then,
we'll keep meeting for coffee and getting to know one another a little
better. If you've been faithful to the physical regime for six months and
make your goal weight (I had told her it was 200 lbs even) you and I will
spend a weekend at a cabin I inherited from my grandparents. It's in a
very secluded location on a beautiful lake not far from here."
Incentive? This had to be it. I agreed to her terms. Hell, even
if I didn't end up making love to her, I would be in somewhat better shape
then I was right now. But it was going to be a long six months.
That conversation happened six months ago. Through some
changes in my nutritional habits and the physical effort required by my
aerobics class and daily walks of about 5 miles or so (along with some
Nautilus sessions two or three times per week), I have achieved my goal
weight and I am in the best shape of my adult life.
Believe it or not, after the first few sessions, I began to enjoy
the aerobics workouts for their own sake, rather than just because I thought
I might get into the instructor's pants. Over the three month period we
occasionally went out for coffee after a workout session, but the subject
of her cabin in the woods and what we might do there did not come up
for further discussion.
That's why I was kind of surprised when I opened my mail today.
There was a card with a note inside and a map. The note said "Every
Good Boy Deserves A Favor" (which also happens to be the title of my
favorite 'Moody Blues' album) and it was signed "Your Breathless With
Anticipation Aerobics Instructor". The map showed the route to a lake
near the city where I live. There were written instructions on the back of
the map.
I laughed. She hadn't been kidding. I threw some things into a
duffel bag and headed for the lake.
It was a beautiful drive. Early June in our part of the world can
either be great or horrible. This had been a great June so far and it
promised to be a great weekend to be at the lake. I couldn't have cared
less about the weather, though, since I planned on spending most of my
time indoors.
I was a little nervous. I hadn't been intimate with a woman other
than my wife since 1973 and she was the only one with whom I had ever
had sexual intercourse. I may not have been very relatable, but I was
definitely monogamous. So, I didn't know how things were going to go,
and I really wanted to please Lisa.
Following the instructions on the back of the map, I soon found
my way up the long winding drive to the top of the hill overlooking the
lake where Lisa's "cabin" was. Some cabin. Three bedrooms, including
a master suite with a Jacuzzi on a deck overlooking the lake. Big living
room with a field stone fireplace. Lots of comfortable looking furniture
and hardwood floors. Lots of glass facing the lake. Large boathouse
with what appears to be living quarters above. Space for two or three
boats. One, a large inboard is tied up to the dock.
Lisa came out to meet me when I pulled up to the carport. She
looked great in a pair of shorts and a halter top. A five foot nine inch
vision of firm, healthy flesh topped with that beautiful brown hair (you
can have your blondes -- I'll take brunettes every time).
"You made it! I wasn't sure you'd come."
She ran over to my side of the car and grabbed me in a big hug as
soon as I got out.
"Who could resist an invitation like that? Of course I came."
"I'm glad. This has been a long six months for me."
"Oh? Why?"
"While you've been dieting and exercising, I've been completely
celibate. I haven't even masturbated."
I was a little startled by this admission, masturbation not usually
being a subject I discuss with women.
"What about you?"
"Lisa, if you're serious about going through with this reward
thing, you'll be the second woman to whom I've made love in my lifetime, and
since I outgrew masturbation about the same time my voice changed for
good, I'd say that I'm in about the same shape as you."
"Good. Now, give me that bag and I'll show you inside."
She gave me a quick tour of the place, ending back in the living
room. The mid- afternoon sun was shining through the pine trees
making dancing patterns on the living room floor. Lisa was holding
both of my hands in hers and we were facing each other in front of the
fire place. By mutual consent and without words we moved together.
My arms went around her waist and hers went around mine. Our mouths
met in a light kiss -- just lip contact. Her perfume, light and sweet but
not overpowering, came up to greet me.
"You smell delicious," I murmured into her ear.
"You smell like a man. A man that I very much want to make love
to right now."
Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss, our tongues
beginning to dance with one another, probing, piercing, licking. Our
bodies pressed together. I could feel her breasts pressing against me. I
know she had to be able to feel my erect member pressing against her.
The kiss finally broke. She disengaged herself from my embrace
and began to walk out of the room. I followed. Within moments we
were in the master suite, standing by the king size bed, embracing once
more.
I found the tie at the back of her halter top and untied it. She
backed away and allowed it to fall to the floor in front of her, baring her
breasts to me for the first time. I moaned with lust at their beauty. This
was no frustrated anorexic exercise freak. This was a healthy adult
woman who respected her body enough to take care of it and who also
had a great body to begin with.
Her breasts were perfect. They projected straight out from her
chest without any hint of sag. While obviously well supported by
underlying muscle, they were not the breasts of a body builder. Her
light brown aureolae were capped with nipples which stood out from the
surrounding flesh like the tips of small fingers.
She allowed my inspection to continue for a few moments, and
then, "My turn," she said, pulling my T-shirt out of my jeans and over
my head. We embraced once more, each gasping as our flesh met skin
to skin for the first time. Her nipples, hardened with arousal, dug into
my flesh like two points of flame. We kissed again and my hands were
all over her back, stroking, kneading, caressing.
I worked my hands down under the waistband of her shorts and
discovered that she was wearing no panties. I cupped her ass cheeks,
enjoying the firm, yet feminine texture. Her ass muscles clenched and
unclenched as she ground herself against my erection which was almost
painfully trapped inside my jeans.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, I began to kiss her face lightly
and then her neck, gradually moving down to her upper chest just to the
point where her breasts began to slope outward. She moaned with
anticipation. My hands also moved lower, taking her shorts down with
them -- but slowly, teasingly.
I began to kiss the upper portion of her breasts, alternating
between each one, careful to avoid her nipples which looked like they
might burst at any second. Meanwhile, my hands had pushed Lisa's
shorts below her knees and they fell to the floor. She quickly stepped
out of them.
My hands, now free to roam where they would, began to lightly
explore everything within reach, while my mouth continued to teasingly
caress Lisa's lovely tits. Her own hands came up and cupped her
swollen globes from underneath, offering the erect tips for my oral
inspection. Not wanting to frustrate her more than was necessary, I
accepted her offer.
Mouth, tongue, light nips with the incisors, gentle squeezing from
my hands, I worked on her breasts for several minutes until I felt Lisa
take my head in her hands and pull me back up.
"Enough," she gasped, her voice husky with her passion, "I don't
think I can stand up for much longer."
Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me
with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undid the belt and then
the buttons. Her hands were shaking and she had some trouble with
them, but I decided to let her do it on her own. She pushed the jeans to
my ankles. I stepped out of them. My erection, barely contained by my
shorts, was now right in front of her face.
Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked her fingers inside
the waistband of my jockeys. In another moment they joined my jeans
by the side of the bed. Her hands flew to my cock, grasping it firmly,
squeezing and pumping -- seemingly measuring its length and thickness,
testing the firmness of my maleness.
Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and she slowly moved
her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She began to lick the
glistening discharge, obviously relishing its salty taste and slimy texture.
"Beautiful," she whispered.
Without another word she slipped the head of my cock into her
warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing the sensitive flesh on the
underside of my cockhead, then moving all around to provide a slick
coat of saliva.
Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed my cock from her
mouth and began licking it all over. Her right hand squeezed my shaft
firmly and rhythmically while her left hand gently caressed my secret
sack.
The combination of her lips, tongue, mouth, and hands soon had
me breathing hard, but I knew that there was no danger of me ejaculating
any time soon just from this, pleasant though it was. I felt that it was
time to move on to other things. She could suck me off later if she
wanted, but first, I wanted a taste of what was hidden within her jade
gate.
I placed my hands on her head and pulled her face up for a kiss.
Her sweet mouth was now flavored by my pre-cum and the musk which
naturally occurs on and near the male genitalia. We were both breathing
rather hard.
"Lisa, you have given me so much in the past few months, and
now here we are, right where you promised we would be. I want to give
you something special. Please lie back on the bed and relax. And don't
be afraid to tell me what you want."
"All right, John," she smiled as she followed my instructions,
displaying herself provocatively on the large bed. I took a moment to
drink in the sight. She looked so beautiful lying there, anticipating what
I might do next. She had obviously been getting a little sun, and she
must not have had much for a bikini, judging from the tan lines and the
nearly complete lack of hair at the junction of her thighs. My heart was
in my throat as I crawled up on the bed next to her.
Performance anxiety? I'll say. I wanted so much for this scene to
be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily, I remembered the
mental exercises which I had learned in therapy and quickly regained
control of myself, all the while lightly caressing Lisa's flawless skin in a
seemingly random way. Her body trembled slightly at my touch and a
small moan escaped her lips as my hands reached the swell of her breasts
and lingered there a moment lightly teasing the swollen buds which
crowned them.
She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighs together.
I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakable odor of a female in
heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to a starving man the scent drew me,
but I resisted. It would be too easy to just spread her legs and dive in,
satisfying my craving for pussy juice, and probably giving her a good
climax as well, but I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick
cum for both of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given
me back my self respect and I wanted to make this special for her.
I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side of her
shoulders, and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as a very gentle
oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing, probing. Gradually it
deepened and I felt her arms encircle my back, her hands pulling me
down until I was lying half on the bed and half on top of her. It was a
long, deep, wet kiss -- the kind Kevin Costner talked about in "Bull
Durham" -- and it lasted until we both had to come up for air.
But I didn't stop kissing her, I just quit kissing her mouth. My
lips and tongue were busy all over her face, giving her little, quick, light
kisses and then moving on to kiss and lick the soft skin of her lovely
neck. I could feel her pulse throbbing just beneath her skin and I
imagined for a moment that I was a vampire, about to dine on the rich
life giving blood surging through her veins.
I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving her hair aside
to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Her breathing and the low
cooing and occasional gasps told me I was on the right track. I've never
known a woman for which the back of the neck is not a major league
erogenous zone, and kissing or licking this area has never failed as a
foreplay technique, for me anyway, your mileage may vary.
My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail across her perfect
skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leaving their own shining
evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed, kissed, licked, and caressed
every square inch of her back and down her sides, even to those portions
of her breasts which were exposed in this position.
As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legs slightly,
as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready to quit teasing, and so I
lightly glided over those splendid mounds and concentrated on completely
covering first one and then the other leg with kisses from thigh to toe
and back again, spending a particularly long, and for her excruciating,
time on the sensitive skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to
hump the bed, attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubic
mound into the mattress. Her musk was a rich perfume which saturated
the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me to its source. I
moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of her thighs and the
closer I came to their junction, the wider Lisa spread her legs, and the
more of her powerful scent was released. This made it difficult to resist
simply crawling up between her legs and shoving my trembling cock
deep into her sopping slit. I was intent, however, on tasting her first, and
so I locked down my control and continued working my lips and tongue
up the inside of first one thigh and then the other, until I had placed wet,
sloppy kisses in the crease on either side of her hot, pulsating mound.
Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, she let out
a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I found these little sounds
incredibly arousing -- maybe it was a power thing, or maybe it was just
knowing that she was taking pleasure from something I had done, but it
was a powerful aphrodisiac none the less.
Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in
anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her pussy. My
breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly - - I then inhaled deeply
through my nose, soaking up her powerful feminine odor, letting it fill
my head and draw me in to her molten center. Her cunt was an opening
flower, her clitoris hard and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the
apex of her slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices
glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and creating a slick,
shiny trail down her crease and coating the surface of her crinkled brown
asshole.
At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began to
tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned loudly at the
contact, and I moaned, too, at the heat and taste of her. I was going to
make a gourmet meal of this beautiful woman's pussy, displayed so
marvelously before me. But I did have some table manners, and so I did
not just dive in and begin devouring her like some barbarian savage --
though my lust crazed brain was urging just such a course. The time for
devouring would come, but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as
if it were a delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.
My tongue lingered on each surface it touched, carefully tracing
the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbing gently, yet insistently, on
the smooth skin between the major and minor folds. She tasted
wonderful, like no woman I had ever had before. I carefully avoided her
clitoris for the time being, concentrating on exploring all of the other
interesting areas of her slit first.
She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayed this
enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds she made as I
found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips. She wanted more, and
she reached down and grabbed the backs of her knees, pulling them up
to her chest and then spreading them wide, opening herself completely to
my hungry gaze.
My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up into her juicy
hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into my waiting mouth. All
subtlety was forgotten now as I gorged myself on Lisa's beautiful pussy.
My hands were under her buttocks now, pulling her up to my face, not
that she wasn't thrusting there anyhow, but this way, I was able to
control her movements and maintain contact. My mouth was
everywhere in her crotch. Sucking her large outer lips between my own
and lashing them with my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue across
her now distended clit, working over the top of her mound with my
mouth. I established no pattern in my attack, and so she did not achieve
the rhythm necessary for an orgasm. This was all a little bit of a tease on
my part, but I knew that she would quickly climax once I really set out
to produce one for her, and so I kept up my onslaught. Looking up,
through the V of her slit, I saw Lisa grasping her tits, squeezing the
nipples until I thought they'd pop right off her chest. She was moaning
and thrashing in my grip.
"Make me cum...please...make me cum, baby...I need it soooo
bad..." she moaned.
Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of my tongue
directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head from side to side,
just like a dog working on a bone only much faster. I knew that I
couldn't keep this up too long without getting extremely dizzy, but I also
knew it was just about guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for
Lisa. And I was right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I
heard Lisa's low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge of
the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her hands
pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like she wanted to
pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue moving on Lisa's
clit as much as I could and she continued to climax for a number of
minutes.
Finally, she pushed me away.
"Enough," she gasped, "I can't take any more."
I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front of hers, and
kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of sorts. Some women don't
mind if you go down on them, as long as you don't try to kiss them
afterwards (unless you wash your face and brush your teeth). Lisa's was
not like this, and her lips opened under mine, her tongue searching for
her own unique flavor on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend,
and smiled weakly up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping,
sobs.
"God, John. No one's ever done that to me before. Not like that,
anyway."
I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like it better
than any other part of sex. Well, almost.
"You're welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure to give you
that experience."
I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so that we were
facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and pressed her still
soaking crotch up against my still hard (and dripping) cock.
"Hmmmm. What have we here?" she said, grinning at me and
reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. "I think he's lonely, and
needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don't you?"
She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was on top of
me. I felt her hands between us again as she positioned the head of my
cock at the entrance to her womanhood. She gave a little push downward
with her hips and the head slipped inside. Then it was one long slide
down until she had it all.
I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet, grip. The
interior of her sex was like a strong hand which squeezed every square
inch of the surface of my cock. She held me there, her eyes closed as
she too was affected by the sensations of my dick hilted in her moist
interior. She pulled her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking
motion atop my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on
every down stroke.
She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive series of
orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the wonderful feeling of
being sheathed inside of Lisa's beautiful body.
From this position it was a simple matter for me to reach up and
stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her delight. My hands busied
themselves with her mammaries, toying with the nipples, squeezing the
fleshy globes, finally drawing her down so that I could reach these
graciously formed melons with my worshipping lips.
With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reach down and
grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I just couldn't believe that such
a beautiful woman was riding my cock. I felt like all the Christmas
mornings I could remember all rolled into one. I gripped her ass and
started lifting her up and down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck,
driving my hips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into
me. We were both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers sought
the crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the wrinkled rosebud of
her back door. She instantly relaxed the powerful sphincter and my
finger sunk inside to the second knuckle.
"Yessss," she gasped, "play with my ass, baby."
Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to stroke my
finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of my cock up into her
pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my balls, moving up and
threatening to erupt as my orgasm approached.
Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down around my
cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her spasms hit her. My
own climax was not far behind, and I yelled out loud as I felt the tip of
my cock explode, sending a torrent of my hot cum into the deepest
reaches of her cunt. We both rode out the rest of the storm of sensations
and at last she rested herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our
passion and the gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex
we had just shared.
We must have dozed off in that position, because I woke up a
while later with her still perched on top of me. My now shrunken cock
had slipped out of her. My crotch was covered with the sticky
combination of my cum, which had leaked from her, and her own sweet
juices. A shower was in order, and I smiled at the thought of sharing a
shower with Lisa.
I kissed her lightly on the lips, which caused her to come awake,
her eyes slowly adjusting to the sight of me laying underneath her. She
smiled, dreamily, and kissed me back.
"Have a nice nap," I inquired?
"Mmmm, yes," she purred.
She rolled off of me and stretched out on the bed. That sight was
almost enough to bring my cock back to full attention. She looked down
at the mess at my crotch and she began to laugh.
"What a mess you are. Let's get into the shower and clean up a
little. Then, it's time to eat...I think we'll need the food to keep our
energy up, don't you?"
Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn't be very long
before we were back in her bedroom again, doing our impression of
mink in heat.
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