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She looked at him, knowing that he was probably thinking
about sex. “I’ll be alright I guess,” she said.
As he drove Steve started to think about their sex life. It
was never as active as he would have liked but, lately it seemed
to be getting worse. But he remembered. God, how he
remembered…
He was a virgin when they met. But he was oh, so curious.
Terry, who was 7 years older than he, had also had a fairly
active sex life. Far from intimidating him, it made him wonder
even more what sex would be like. After a year of friendship he
was beginning to think that he would never find out. Then one
evening, while out with a married female friend of his, he and
his friend had way too much to drink. She drove him back to his
apartment and decided to come up. He wasn’t sure why as she had
always just dropped him off in the past.

Hearing footsteps, Steve turned and watched Terry approach.
Even after 15 years of marriage he still found her attractive.
Oh, she was no raving beauty, but then neither was he. But they
had much in common, both loved the theatre, fine food, working
together and each others company.
“God, I’m beat!” she moaned. “I could go home and sleep all
weekend.”
“Now, it’s not all that bad is it?” Steve asked. He felt
his whole body start to tighten up. This was friday, the one
night, three times a month that they had sex. The project was
taking more and more of their time and it had already been two
weeks since they had last made love. The thought of going
another week was not a pleasant one.

We dressed and walked casually toward one of the sensual water beds
set up in the middle of the store. We lay down as if we were just a young
couple testing out the bed to see if it was comfortable. I unbuttoned her
shirt to reveal her large, firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was really
turned on. I slipped off her dress and panties as she disrobed me. Our sexual
act caught the attention of several customers. I lifted her up and placed her
under the sheets. She whispered in my ear to fuck her with all I had. I got
under the covers and slid my rod into her tight love tunnel. I was so aroused
that I came almost immediately, and her climax followed several seconds
after mine.
She was moaning for more. So we turned around and got into a sixty-
nine position, this time without the concealment of the cover. She began to
suck like there was no tomorrow. I slid my tongue around the circumference
of her labia and tongued her clit until she was about to climax. I finally
dove right in and tongue-fucked her until she had four consecutive orgasms. We
fucked again while standing. Our screams almost cracked all the windows in the
store.
We finally got up and dressed. She locked up the store and told me
that she would call me again. She never did, but it didn’t matter. My fantasy
had come true.

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You walk in warily, not knowing quite what to expect. I say nothing,
just taking your hand and leading you through the doorway. After you
pass, I close the door behind you and throw the bolt.

You jump a bit as the spring latch slams home, and look back at me. I
only smile and wink.

You look around; you’ve never been in my bedroom before. You look at
the mess on the floor, look back at me, but I only shrug and smile.
You watch me light some of the oil lamps, your smile slowly growing on
your face.

I turn off the light and we are bathed in the soft, gentle glow of the
lamps.

Still standing, I walk over to you and gaze into your eyes.
Nonchalantly, almost flippantly, I take off my glasses and drop them
on the dresser. Easily, oh so easily, I put my arms around your
waist, and you put your arms around my neck.

Gently, hesitantly, we kiss.

Softly your lips press against mine, soft, smooth, warm, alive. We
kiss and kiss again, and a sigh escapes your lungs between kisses.
Your arms tighten about my neck as I hold you ever tighter in my
embrace, my arms slowly massaging your back.

We’re very close, and your pelvis rocks forward, meeting my own.

For the first time, our mouths open and my tongue meets yours, both
tentative, exploring, searching. A moan builds in my throat, and you
capture it with your mouth and return it in kind. We stand there,
afraid to break the embrace, your heart beating faster and faster,
matching mine in intensity.

We break the kiss, loosening the embrace, and look into each others
eyes. You search my face, looking for a sign, afraid of “Stop”, hoping
for “Yield”.

I look down, and reach towards the top button on your shirt. I grasp
it, and undo it while gazing into your eyes. Your breathing has
slowed; you’re afraid to move. Down your shirt I go, undoing button
after button. After I have finished, I draw you close and kiss you
again. Reaching towards your collarbones, I put my palms on your
shoulders, and running my hands over your smooth skin, I push your
shirt off of you and onto the floor.

You are not wearing a bra.

Looking down between us, your already erect nipples brushing against
my chest, you run your hands up and down my waist. I shiver, and we
smile. You pull my T shirt out of my Levi’s and pull it over my head.

Enjoying the feeling of our hands on our backs, we press close again,
your breasts flattening against my chest. We kiss, not hesitating, our
tongues greeting each other like two old friends. Your pelvis presses
mine again, but with a difference… it encounters my stiffening
penis. You chuckle huskily, and wiggle your hips. I smile and tickle
your short ribs. We fall to the bed, giggling.

We roll together and, lying on our sides, embrace again. You throw
your leg over my hip and press your crotch to mine.

Taking the initiative, you kiss your way down my neck, across my
chest, and follow the hair to my navel. You tease me with your tongue,
looking up at me and smiling when I tense in response. Turning back to
your task, you undo the buttons of my Levi’s, one by one, exposing my
cock. You rub it lightly with your fingers, laying my fly open. You
begin to kiss the glans, which makes me start to move my hips. I lift
my ass off the bed, and you pull the jeans down to my knees. Lifting
my legs, you pull them off, taking my socks with them.

The Levi’s land in a heap upon the floor.

You sit back, legs folded under you, facing me from at my feet.
Looking down at your breasts, you reach up, holding them up with your
hands, then slowly rubbing your fingers over your nipples. My cock,
already erect, is beginning to pulse with every beat of my heart, my
breath short as I watch you fondle your nipples.

Ever so slowly, with a saucy smile, you reach down to your white
shorts, pushing them down, taking your panties with them. Your closely
trimmed bush is exposed at last, and you sit back to take your short
off the rest of the way.

They join the Levi’s in the heap on the floor.

You bend over my penis again, taking it into your your mouth. You lick
it, suck it gently, and kiss the glans. I put my hand on your neck,
and you look up. Let me return the favour, I say, and slide down the
bed. You sigh, and straddle my torso, letting your pussy lower slowly
over my eager face.

I run my hands over your smooth ass as you again take my waiting cock
into your mouth. I read down to your pussy lips, already puffy with
passion, and gently hold them apart. Slowly, teasingly, I run my
tongue over your slit, tasting your juices. You moan, involuntarily,
as I lick your damp pussy from back to front and back again. Pulling
your hood back with my fingers, I touch my tongue to your clit for the
first time. You gasp, and my cock pops out of your mouth as you sit
back, pressing your crotch to my face. Your hips begin to move in
small circles as I lick your clit and pussy. Mmmmmmmm.

Turn around, I say, and you swing your leg over my head and position
yourself the other way, knees on either side of my waist. You reach
down, run your fingers into my long hair, and kiss and lick your
juices out my facial hair. I smile and kiss you as much as I can.

Meanwhile, your pussy has been rubbing on my cock, the shaft parting
your lips and your dripping slit lubricating my cock. You are getting
more and more excited, and I pull you up and roll my hips, thrusting
my hard hard cock into the air, pointed at your wet, waiting cunt. My
aim is true, and you impale yourself on my pole, slamming all the way
down.

Simultaneously, I moan and you gasp, almost crying out.

With my cock buried deep inside you, all the way to your cervix, you
wiggle your hips, loving the feeling of my hard cock snug, tight,
inside your warm wet canal. You raise your hips, and begin to move
them up and down, clenching your muscles on the upstroke, relaxing on
the downstroke. This gets me, impossibly, even longer and harder and
you cry out each time my glans thrusts against, and frequently in,
your cervix.

I match you, stroke for stroke, your hair falling about your face as
you gaze down at me, arms locked, hands on either side of my chest. I
reach up, fondle your breasts and you moan even louder when I suck
your nipple between my lips, hard.

You move faster, I move faster, your arms moving to about my neck, my
hands on your shoulders from behind and we slam together, harder and
harder and harder and my cock explodes and I shoot come into your
pussy and I trigger your orgasm and both our hips tremble from the
intensity of it and you collapse onto my chest, my pulsing throbbing
cock still inside you and neither of us can speak.

A minute goes by, two, and you roll off of me to the side, my cock
cool in the naked air, and our breathing slows and the light from the
lamps dances about the walls and ceilings in delight.

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our vacation in europe ends up taday with Misty.
My Sex Tour Episode 42
Misty sought us out for help with a deeply personal crisis. It seemed there was something terribly wrong with her supple breasts: they were round and beautiful but very lonely. They desperately needed some company, and fortunately for Misty, we were only more than happy to provide it. So we introduced her to our two fleshy friends, Peter and Johnson, and let them give Misty's fine titties some much needed attention. Misty wasn't disappointed, and even invited our friends inside to decorate to her interior with a new sticky white paint job see pictures of this hot blonde misty