"So, what did you do last night?" he'd ask me in his emails knowing full well it was our ritualistic Saturday night date night -- restaurant for dinner, check! Margaritas to start the wind down process, check! Then heated sex for the grand finale, check!
"You know, you could take a picture of you going down on him -- maybe with you looking up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes," he'd say. "...only if you're comfortable telling me about it or sending me a picture."
I had the pictures. I had plenty of them, but I never sent them. They were too personal. I didn't understand why you would want to see me with another man -- didn't understand it at all. So, now I'll tell you -- now that you don't read what I write.
It's a typical Saturday night. He tells me that I fuck better when I drink, so he buys me whatever I want. Tonight I started off with a Tequila Sunrise -- not my usual Margarita, because I don't want to be "usual." The bartender is cute and the drink was her suggestion. She said to try a Tequila Sunrise, she made it fairly strong, and since I hadn't had anything to eat all day long, it wasn't long before I had a bit of a buzz. Not to tempt fate, I decided that a beer on tap would be okay to have with dinner and would help enhance the buzz. Besides, I wanted to make sure that I fucked him good this Saturday night. It had been a couple of months since I'd truly been in the mood to fuck him good or to get fucked good for that matter.
You know the fuck I'm talking about, the one where you swear to God, wake the neighbors and find wet spots on and around the bed for hours? That's the fuck I'm talking about.
Now, you maybe thinking - wet spots on and around the bed for hours, that's pretty wet. Well, this is what I discovered this past year after being exposed to porn movies (yes, I didn't watch porn until very recently - albeit I did awaken from a very drunken slumber at the age of 18 to the slurps of Deep Throat). Anyway, I saw women squirt. Now, I didn't think much of it at first -- looks a bit messy actually, then after some very deep conversation I remembered that when I hit puberty and would masturbate, I squirted. Being extremely "proper" I actually had the willpower to stop squirting and completely turn my fountain of juice off from the age of about 16. Little did I know that it could be turned back on with a little bit of relaxation.
So, only a couple of months later and to some degree I have been able to stop controlling my orgasm enough to squirt again. Now, it's a bit freaky to me -- and I hate messes, so when I masturbate it includes lots of towels and the pretense of aiming -- yeah, right. Whether this is fortunate or unfortunate, it means that my bed is oft times wet in weird places, and that I have to explain how I left my shower towel on the bed at times...it works, go figure.
So, at 45 I've become a squirter. Now, when it comes to sex with him, I only recall squirting two times. The first time was the best -- I had already climaxed uncontrollably while he was fucking me in the ass, and I had him stay in while I played with my favorite dildo and got DP'd by them both. I was on the bed on all fours, ass high in the air with his hands placing an occasional stinging slap right on the cheek (usually I would mind, but I was so into the sex I didn't feel a thing). The dildo was vibrating so fast on my clit and the rotating steel balls in the shaft of the dildo were spinning around hitting my g-spot perfectly, and he was pounding my ass, all in this perfect rhythm.
I was cumming so hard, screaming through the orgasm, trying to catch the fluids squirting from my pussy in my hand but my hand just wasn't big enough. The whole time saying, 'I'm squirting, oh, my God, I'm squirting.' The sad thing is that I was imagining getting fucked by my boyfriend and my military cub, not just enjoying the moment with my boyfriend. Imaginations are a great thing.
Ultimately, I came so hard I broke the dildo with my cunt muscles. When my boyfriend saw the mangled flesh colored shaft bent completely in half (think "L" shaped) he said, "I am so glad I was in your ass, I think you would have broken me!" I couldn't stop laughing. In one night I had experienced one of very few multi-orgasmic evenings, broken my favorite dildo and squirted for the first time in nearly 30 years. It was a very good night. I slept great that night, he was scared after that night.
Back to this past Saturday evening. So, I had a few drinks with dinner, then didn't quite feel buzzed enough, so I asked him to stop and get a six-pack on the way home. Now, most women might want something sweet, some wine, some exotic drink -- I don't like the taste of alcohol, and I hate hangovers, so I stuck with the beer and hoped for the best. I knew wine would give me a headache. We got home and I cracked another top, watched a little of a movie I can't even recall and I played.
If you could see my face, you'd see a smile, or maybe a smirk on it right now. I kept telling him, "Come on, let me suck you. You can take your pants off in here. Why don't you get comfortable and let me eat you up? You know you want to be in my mouth. Didn't you tell me how much you like my blowjobs now? You call me a professional at blowjobs and tell me all the time I must be practicing. Don't you want to feel how much better I am at it than last time? I bet I can swallow you down my throat." Oh, I kept on and on until he unzipped his pants and pulled his rock hard cock out. Ha, ha - I gotcha now.
I placed my mouth just over the head of his cock, sliding my tongue around the rim over and over until I could feel his hips start to push forward, he was aching for me to wrap my mouth around him, but still I didn't. I pulled his head out of my mouth and cradled his balls in my hands, sliding my fingers around them softly, cupping them in three fingers while my thumb and forefinger wrapped around his shaft stroking him. I licked my fingers so they would slide up and down his shaft and when it looked like he was going to adjust his body to get away from me I put his entire cock down my throat, sliding it up and down, my tongue sliding around. He moaned and it was his turn to find God that evening.
"You're like a professional" he kept saying, which just urged me to take him down deeper and let him push harder. Suddenly he pushed my mouth away. "No, I won't be able to last like this, you have to stop."
I just smiled and said, "Okay. So, now what do you want to do?" my lips wet and shiny from sliding them over his hard prick I wiped them on the back of my pre-cum wet hand.
"Let's go to bed. It's my turn to eat you alive."
Heading toward the bedroom I dumped out what was left of my beer, not wanting to dull any of my senses no matter how he thought he liked me when I fucked him.
Taking off my jeans and shirt I was wearing dark, teal blue lace boyshorts with a lavender lace bra. I'm 5'9" and about 160 lbs, not fat by any stretch, but not exactly porn star skinny either. My best assets at this weight are my ass and tits, and he loves them both although probably not equally as he's an ass-man. My hair is very dark brown, a messy short cut that will never hang like it's supposed to, freckles across my nose and shoulders. I have huge light blue eyes with dark long lashes, and yes, I can look into your soul when I try. I've been told I look like Nicole Kidman, Pat Benatar or the actress that played Trinity in The Matrix. Even at 45 I get routinely propositioned, but I typically don't even know it's happening until someone tells me. Gullible is what my ex-husband would say.
Anyway, I head over to the bed and lay on my back. Boyfriend lays on top of me and begins sliding his tongue around my lips, to my earlobes, down my neck, my shoulders until he finds a nipple, where he decides to nibble for a bit. His hands are sliding all over my body never spending a discernible moment in one spot long enough to identify with it, until he reaches between my legs. Sliding my shorts over, I am so wet he can slide three fingers into my pussy.
"Damn, you're wet" he says. "You like this, don't you?"
Um, yeah. He continues to explore my body with his tongue until he reaches my clit. He keeps my panties on, just keeping them slid to one side, then he does what I love, he sucks my clit into his mouth like my clit is a little cock. Over and over he's sucking me in and out of his hot mouth, his fingers have found their way to my rim and he's got one hand sliding around my ass while the other is playing in my cunt, "uh, uhhhh, ughhhhhhh" I screamed as I came in his mouth, my fingers clawing into the bed sheets until I could hear them tear. I could hear him slurping to keep up with my cum but never stopping so the orgasm wasn't interrupted and I could ride it completely out. I finally had to push him away from me I was so sensitive. I didn't want to end the night yet, but I would need a break even if it was only for a moment.
I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him, since nothing tops off a good oral session better than pumping over a hard cock until you can orgasm again. I slide him into my hot, wet hole and rode him hard. I could feel his cock getting so hard that I was tearing my cunt, the whole time him saying, "do you feel how hard you make me, do you feel it?" After a few minutes he pushed me away from him and said, get on all fours. Of course, I obeyed -- doggie style is my favorite position. He was behind me and getting ready to push himself in when I told him I wanted him to fuck me in the ass.
He grabbed a bottle of oil and began lubing me up, sliding a hand around his hard cock and slowly slid into me. I began pushing back onto him harder and harder until he was in and sure he could enjoy himself without hurting me. Sliding in and out I used my right hand to massage my clit and exploded for a second time while he was riding my ass, telling me how great I felt and asking me if I felt how large he was. And he was so very large - and even harder than he was large.
Finally spent from the waves of orgasm and tired, I got a towel and cleaned him off a bit and decided to go back where I started. Putting my mouth around his used, large, hard cock I deep throated him, swallowing his entire cock down. Sliding my tongue around him, sucking him in and out, my hands grasping around his shaft sliding in rhythm with my mouth, sucking harder and harder until I thought my jaw would break, until he came in forceful squirts in my mouth, me gulping each and every squirt down like it was desert, licking him clean of every drop of cum and then looking up at him smiling, wondering how you would have liked that picture.
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