My date with Donald was not the first sexual experience I had since my husband had passed away. The first with another person, yes, but you know, there are other ways.
I had become a widow at age 28 after a 10 year marriage. Two months after that I was still in a cloudy haze, not sure of anything. People had been so very wonderful to me, but after a few weeks everyone seems to think it is time to move on. "Accept what happened and move on," they say. But it doesn't work that way. Not with a spouse, especially. I didn't understand that either, until it happened to me.
I was a Junior Executive in a rather large company, but the division office I was in consisted of six Junior Executives (I was the youngest and the only woman) and our boss, along with secretaries, assistants, and other personnel. My boss, Tom, my assistant, Jennifer, as well as my friend Donald (who didn't work there) seemed to be the only ones who hung in there with me and realized I wasn't yet recovered, and I probably wouldn't be for a long time. They were wonderful.
Jennifer was the first to give me actual, physical relief. Yes, I mean sexual, but no, I don't mean lesbian sex. I wasn't into that, but after those couple months had passed, I started to really miss orgasms. Jennifer was only a year younger than me, but she was single and dated a lot. I was newly single and had only been with one man. I was naive in a lot of ways. So I turned to Jennifer, whom I had confided in before.
"I really miss, you know, sex. Rodney and I used to do it a lot, and now - nothing," I told her one day in the privacy of my office.
She looked at me. "Do you mean you are ready to date?"
"Oh, God, no," I gasped. "I can't even imagine that."
"Oh, I see," she said. "Well, there are other ways to get satisfaction. You know, satisfy yourself."
"I know," I said, giggling. "I've done some of that. But aren't there other ways? Things to use?"
Now Jennifer giggled. "Oh, yeah, sure. You mean like dildos? Vibrators? That kind of thing?
"Yes, I suppose so." I was embarrassed to be talking about this, even after the deeply emotional conversations we have had.
"Do you want me to recommend some?"
"Some?" I asked. "How many do I need?"
Jennifer could see I was uncomfortable even talking about this. This was one area where I had no experience. She looked at me and asked, "Would you like me to pick something up for you?"
I smiled, relieved. "Yes, that might work best. Thanks."
*****
The next day Jennifer brought a package into my office. She placed it on my desk and looked at me with a quirky smile.
"What's this?" I asked.
"The little item we talked about yesterday," she answered.
I was a little slow, but finally caught on. A big grin showed on my face, and a few butterflies started flying around in my stomach.
"Oh, that." I opened the box and gasped a little at its contents. It was a big, penis-shaped piece of - what? - rubber? "It's so..." I wanted to say big, but I hesitated.
Jennifer spoke up. "I just got a small, simple one for you. It sounded like this is new to you, so I thought - you know, a beginner's version."
I wondered to myself why it looked this big if it was 'small' like she said. Then I thought about all those jokes and comments about 'big dicks. If Jennifer thought this wasn't very large, maybe it was my husband who was small. I never had anything to compare his penis to. Not that it mattered, but I'd better keep my comments to myself.
Jennifer continued, "I can get a bigger one if you want. And there are lots of other choices. Vibrators, eggs, rabbits, butterflies.. ."
She kept talking but I tuned her out. I didn't even know what she was talking about now. How many choices did a girl need? "No, this will be fine. A beginner's version. That's good." I smiled at her nervously.
"You just, you know, put it in, like it was a man," Jennifer said.
I had to act like I knew something. "Yes, thanks. This is good. I'm sure it will help me out." I really didn't know much about this. I never had used them. My husband had always taken care of my needs.
I paid her for it, of course, before she left, then sat there and stared at it. I let it sit on my desk, not even touching it, my attention drifting back to it often. until someone came in. I grabbed for the box and swept it into a drawer before anyone saw it. I then left it there until it was time to go home.
Once home, I took the box and sat it on the table and, for the first time, took it out of the box. I felt it in my hands, looking mostly at it's size and thickness. Yes, definitely bigger than my husband's was. It actually looked like a penis. A circumcised one, which my husband also wasn't. But he was gone, and I had to deal with it. I held the fake penis in my hand as if there was a man there. I pulled it, stroked it, rubbed it against my cheek, put it on my lips - oh, yes, it was bigger!
I decided I needed to use it, see how it felt. I slowly stripped off my clothes, looking in the mirror as I did it. This was the first time I really felt like a woman since Rodney's death, a woman getting ready to have sex. I exposed my breasts, seeing them in reflection. "Nice," I thought to myself. Nearly perfect cones, firm, pretty little nipples that would soon be getting bigger and harder. I slid my skirt down, and my slip, standing only in panties, admiring the tiny waist and round hips, long, thin but shapely legs. I tried to look at myself in a detached way, but I actually liked what I saw. Not perfect, of course, but a pretty nice looking woman. Thank goodness, because this was the first time I was going to have sex with...
WHAT? I was going to have sex with a damn dildo! What was I thinking? I was really going over the edge. God, I was pathetic! I stood there and broke into laughter at the strange thoughts that had been going through my head. Well, it wasn't the worst or the weirdest thoughts I've' had recently. I really laughed, at myself, at the situation, at the fact that I was laughing! It was a good thing. Laughing hadn't been a common thing for me lately.
But on to more serious things. Evidently I needed this badly. Shedding my panties, I sat nude in a comfortable chair, setting the dildo nearby. Now what? I began stroking my labia lightly, in the usual way - with my fingers. A pleasant little feeling at first, gradually building up into actual heat. I spread my legs wider, and spread the lips of my pussy as well, sliding my fingers deeper. When I started getting a little wetness on my fingers, I moved my fingertip up to find my clit. A small spark shot up into my interior. I reached over to get the dildo, getting a firm grip on it. Now is the time to see how this thing works.
Slowly I slid the dildo between my legs, rolling it between my lips. I moved it back and forth while rolling it. I was wet, and the dildo was getting wet as well. After a while doing this, the tip pushed in a bit at my opening. I stopped at the strange sensation I got. I pushed at my hole a couple more times, smiling to myself, feeling good. Sliding the pole in my slit some more, I would push it at my hole every few trips. Then I pushed it up at my clit. I started to pull the hood away so the dildo could have access, but my clit was already enlarged and exposed. The wet dildo pushed against my nub, causing sparks to again shoot through my body, stronger this time. I moaned with feeling. This was good.
One hand started rubbing my nipple, always a favorite erogenous zone. After fingering it for a while, I brought the dildo up and rubbed it on my nipple. It felt good, hard and wet with my juices. I rubbed the wet nipple with my finger and used the dildo on my slit again. By this time I was using more pressure. It was pushing deep between my pussy lips, sliding back and forth, still pushing at my entrance from time to time. My breathing was getting shallow, my hips were thrusting, my pussy was sopping wet - it was time to try pushing it in.
I held the wet dildo at my entrance, spread my legs further, gathered my resolve, took a deep breath, and pushed it in. It only went in an inch or so, but it hurt a little and I stopped. It didn't really hurt much, I thought, and I pushed it in again. A little deeper this time, but it still hurt. No pain, but it wasn't as much fun as I had hoped. I held it just inside my entrance and wondered what to do. Rotating it in my hole to make certain that it was wet turned me on some more. Yes, that felt good. I kept rotating it as I put more pressure on it and it started sinking into my hole. It didn't hurt, it felt good. As it sunk in I would stop after an inch or so, rotating it in place, then push in another inch.
After it was in about five inches, I was at my limit. That was as far as anything had ever been. So I pulled it out and pushed it in again only faster. Ohhh. Yes, that was good. Pull it out again. then in again. Yes! Again. Again. Harder. Faster. Oh, yes this was nice. It reminded me of Rodney's dick plunging into me. Just a flash of nostalgia, then back to pure sexual excitement. My hips bounced on the dildo as I plunged it in. It was thick, stretching and filling my vagina completely. As the dildo kept plunging in and out of my pussy, my other hand left my nipple and reached down for my clit. I was soon rubbing my clit vigorously and shoving the dildo into my pussy with abandon. Jolts of pleasure shot through my body. I heard myself moaning, groaning, my head flopping back, sweat running down my forehead.
I was close to cumming. My orgasm was building as I kept abusing my clit and pussy. I fought to keep my thighs open, pushing the dildo in. I rotated it sometimes as well, and my whole body was tingling and hot. As my orgasm hit I drove the dildo in even further, further than anything had ever been. It sent a shock, a wonderful, painful, exciting shock through me. I pushed it in that deep again and again as I orgasmed. My orgasm was drawn out, My insides were convulsing, getting harder, lasting longer than I had remembered, at least for a long time. I nearly doubled over. My hand slipped off the dildo, leaving it stuck high up inside me. My pussy spasmed around it, my thighs clutched together much too tightly to allow the dildo to be driven out. My hand went up to my breast, pinched my nipple, hard, pulling it up, out, hard, sending its own sparks trough my system. The finger on my clit was still punishing it until my convulsions began to subside.
I threw my body back against the chair, both hands dropping to my sides, useless. My thighs fell open, and one of my final pussy spasms shot the dildo out onto the floor. i was drained. Another pussy spasm and my hole felt empty, abandoned. I placed a hand back in my crotch, one lonely finger slipping into my hole for comfort as I settled down from that wonderful experience. I would rather have man, but this was very nice.
I played lightly with my pussy, as well as my nipples, as I returned to my senses. I thought about what had happened, how sexual it was, how hot it was, how much I had needed the release. Yes, much more release than my fingers alone had been able to give me these past couple months. And, oh yes, dinner. I hadn't eaten. My, I was hungry. But I was going to go grab just a quick bite to help my hunger and give myself a short rest, and then I was definitely going to come back and use my new toy once again. Oh yes, definitely again.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
The Widow
I was an 18 year old virgin when I was married, believe it or not. I had very little experience with any kind of sex. My husband had been my only serious relationship, and he treated me like a lady, even when I was only 16. We had been married nearly 10 years when he had taken ill and died.
For more than 2 years I had no desire to date. So here I am a 31 year old widow, and now starting to realize that I greatly missed the feeling of a man. A man's strong arms holding me, a man's lips kissing me, a man's sweating body on top of me, a man's hard penis sinking deep into me. Oh, my, where had these thoughts come from? They must have been building for a while, but it seemed to burst into my consciousness overnight, much to my shock and surprise.My name is Sue, by the way. Well, Sue to my friends. Suzanne professionally. Suzie-Q sometimes to my best friends, especially when we were having a little immature fun. I was often called Suzie-Q by my husband when we were fooling around, and having decidedly mature fun. I like having three names. It is like having three personalities, and allows me to be very serious at times and to let myself go at other times.Donald had been a good friend of both me and my husband for years, and was one of my strongest supporters when Rodney died. Even through his divorce, about a year after my husband passed, he remained a close friend and supporter. Through all of those long, emotional conversations and sometimes late nights, he never once made a pass at me. He never acted like he was there because of any attraction towards me, simply to give me support. Now, over 2 years later, I began wondering why.Didn't he find me attractive? I am not vain, but I feel like I am a quite attractive woman. Blessed with great genes from both my mother and father, I was 5'6", slender, had a great figure, and soft, smooth caramel skin. My breasts were not large, but certainly large enough, (a nice, full B-cup) and sat proudly on my chest with little sag, though no-one would know that unless they saw me naked. I had shoulder length, dark brown hair with enough natural body and shine in it to keep it always attractive. My small waist set off curvy hips that had a sexy sway when I walked in spite of myself.I thought of Donald when I suddenly found myself ready to start dating again. And why not? Aside from being sensitive and supportive, he was sexy. Tall, athletic, with rough good looks, Why wouldn't a girl want to date him? When a little flirting didn't seem to work, I mentioned to him that I was ready to date, and asked if he would like to be my first. He seemed both surprised and eager, and so we were set. Only one rule - it was a real date. No talk of former spouses and the emotional stress from it. Strictly a date.He picked me up and we went out to a very nice dinner. Not a romantic place, but very upscale and lovely. Afterwards we went to a late movie, one that he picked for my enjoyment. A thrill shot through my body when he reached over and held my hand. I put my other hand on top of his as well as on his muscular upper arm at various times, and his arm was around my waist as we walked afterwards. It wasn't much, but at the time it seemed exciting, and a big step for me. I almost felt like a little teenaged virgin on her first date. When he kissed me goodnight, I got very flustered at first, but soon melted into his arms for a passionate kiss. Weak-kneed, I went into my house with a tingling between my legs.Since I had asked him out, I was determined that it was now up to him, or our little flirtation would be at an end. Therefore, I was tickled when he called me the very next day and told me how much he had enjoyed himself, asking me out for the next weekend. We had another nice date, but our third date is when it got exciting.After a little heavy kissing on our second date, our third date found us on my sofa kissing some more, but this time his hand found my breast. When I didn't object, he fondled it and worked his hand under my dress.. Fondling it over my thin bra, he also stroked the flesh just above the bra cup. It had been so long since I had felt a man do even this much that I felt chills over my whole body. When his fingers reached into my bra cup far enough to push firmly against my hardened nipple, I nearly exploded. A gasp escaped from my mouth, and my hand involuntarily moved from his chest to his crotch, finding and squeezing his erection tight all in one motion. My mind was still racing to comprehend what we were doing as Donald feverishly tore at the buttons of my dress. It opened up and he reached in to push my bra cups up, exposing my breasts. His hand pressed firmly into one, causing a gasp from us both, and he pinched the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That sent an electric spark from my nipple straight to my pussy. My nipples had always been extremely sensitive, and it had been so long since anyone other than me had touched them. I am sure that by this time my panties had to be wet, and my whole body was on fire.When his hand reached under my dress and quickly ran up my leg to my crotch, I stopped kissing. "No," I said firmly, though gasping for breath. "Not that much. Not yet.""Why?" he asked. "We're not young kids, we like each other, and we both need this."That was true. In fact I was a very sexual person. My sex life had been very full. My husband and I had frequent sex, and were not shy about trying many positions and being very open about what we liked. The only way I had been conservative was in not cheating on my husband. I never even contemplated sex outside of marriage. So although I was very experienced, at this point I felt almost prudish, simply because this was a whole, new, uncomfortable world I was entering. I tried reminding myself that this was okay, it was normal. My mind bounced back and forth between wanting to say "No" and wanting to say "Now." And sometimes my body just acted on its own.His hand was still on my panties, and I couldn't think straight. Without a word I lifted my hips up off the sofa and he pulled the panties off. He pulled them on down to my knees and they dropped to my ankles, where I kicked them off. There I was, baring my pussy to a man for the first time in years, and Donald took little time in placing his hand flat against it. I could feel the wetness as his fingers played with my pussy lips as I was being driven wild.Finally I began thinking a little clearer, deciding I shouldn't be allowing his hand in my snatch. But what was the alternative for an aroused lady? So I turned my body towards his and with both hands attacked his pants, undoing his belt, button, and zipper, allowing his erection to leap out, covered only by his boxer-shorts. I grabbed his pole and pulled at it hard, causing him to groan and loosen his grip on my slit. Was this really better? I admit I wasn't really thinking as clearly as I believed, but I know I wanted to feel a hard dick very badly."I can't wait to feel you inside me. Do you have a condom?" I asked. My God, what was I saying?"No," he answered, sounding very dejected.I moved off the sofa, kneeling on the floor between his knees and pulling his dick out. I felt the warm flesh of a man's penis for the first time in years, and the only one I had ever felt or seen except for my husband's. I was surprised at the size of it. It looked at least an inch bigger than Rodney's had been, as well as thicker. Later on I would realize that Rodney's penis was a small one and Donald's was about average, but at this moment it seemed quite large to me. Though my dildo was about his size.Rodney had trained me in all things sexual, and I had learned to give head well and often, thinking it was routine. Eventually, even while we were still married, I found out that many women do not give head at all, and others only rarely do. But by then I had learned to enjoy doing it. I really liked the feeling of that hard bone in my hand and mouth, the soft skin covering it, the power it held and the power I had over it. Of course I knew about circumcised penises, but as Rodney had not been I had never seen one. I spent a lot of time examining the head of Donald's circumcised dick with my eyes, finger, and mouth. The soft fleshy head was always exposed, never sliding back under his skin. The ridge behind the head was also bigger. All of this exploration took my mind momentarily off the pure sex of the situation, but not so for Donald. My fingers tracing their way around the head, and my tongue licking the same, had him breathing hard. Each time my mouth closed around his erection he moaned a bit, and when I sucked in like a vacuum on his dick he groaned louder.I put my curiosity aside and went about trying to satisfy him. I already had been, but now I had a purpose. I licked the whole way down and back up his pole, wrapped my hand around the base of it while sucking on the head. My tongue continued licking the head even as I sucked on it, and I took the pole inside my mouth as I forced as much of his dick as I could between my lips.Donald gritted his teeth, managing to say, "Sue, I really want to fuck you!"I took him out of my mouth long enough to ask, "Don't you like this?"Putting his erection back into my mouth, I took as much as I possibly could, feeling his mushroom head hit the back of my throat, gagging me before I pulled back enough to breathe."Ahhhh," Donald said. "Yes, this is great," he managed to say, but it wasn't easy for him. "But...""Nuh-uhh," I said with my mouth full. I turned my head from side to side to emphasize that I meant no. Since his dick was deep into my mouth, the shaking of my head had a sensual effect on his throbbing member. He groaned again and didn't try to speak. As I could tell he was getting close, I pumped my hand on his pole faster and sucked on it vigorously. I felt his dick grow bigger in my mouth, and his hips started pushing it into my mouth. He was nearly there, starting to moan, finally warning me. "I'm going to cum!"I, of course, knew that, and continued my actions. I felt his cum flow up his pole and shoot out into my mouth. I was surprised at the strength of it as it hit the back of my throat. I pulled his dick out until only the head was in my mouth, swallowing hard to make room for more. And more there was. Then I sucked more of his dick into my mouth as his spurts slowed. I sucked him dry, until he pulled my head away from his dick. He looked at me, dazed and exhausted. "My God, that was great! And you swallowed. GOD! Not many women do."I just smiled up at him, still feeling cum dripping from my lips, thinking that I must have had a good teacher.I got up and took my seat again on the sofa beside him, my tits still exposed, while Donald slumped over onto my shoulder."But I wanted to.." he hesitated before finishing, "fuck you." I guess he couldn't think of another way to say it at the moment."I know. I would love to have you in me. But not today," I answered. Condom first, I thought to myself. I knew he had been with other women, and I wasn't about to take a chance on the various diseases that were possible. His hand had crept up my leg and was toying with my crotch, finally letting his fingers stroke my nether lips. I still hadn't had any sexual relief, and I needed some. Damn, I needed some!"Do you want to eat my pussy?" I asked.I was shocked, hearing me say that. I don't think I had ever used the word 'pussy' in front of a man besides Rodney, and here I had just asked Donald to eat my pussy! That shows how much I needed it, and he wasn't showing any sign of giving me relief very quickly. He hesitated, and I wondered if he was going to disappoint me.He looked at me shyly, then looked away. "I would love to, but I don't have much experience.""That's okay," I said eagerly. Then I started thinking about what he meant. "Didn't you and Carla..." I hesitated before finishing."She didn't want me to," he answered simply. He got between my legs and pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my naked pussy. "Maybe you'll have to teach me.""Okay," I smiled down at him. "Oh, Carla, what you were missing," I thought to myself. And now suddenly I was the teacher. "OH MY GOD," I thought to myself as his tongue licked along my pussy lips. No teaching is necessary, anything he does is going to be fine with me after all this time. My pussy was aching for his touch, and it didn't care exactly how it was touched.As his lips licked at my slit, I moaned, started thrashing my head about, and slid my butt down to the edge of the cushion to give him the best access. I didn't give any thought to how wet I was, or if he minded. He didn't give any indications of minding it as he went ahead enthusiastically licking all around my pussy, driving me wild."Put a finger in my hole," I pleaded, and he did. He pushed a finger in deeply, and I moaned loudly. Finally, someone in my pussy. Maybe it wasn't much, but it felt like everything to me at the time. I pushed my hips further toward him, trying to get his finger as deeply in as I could as he sawed in and out of me."Lick my clit," I said, hoping he knew where to find it. I reached down to find it for him, to see if it was hiding under its hood, but his tongue found it first."Oh, GOD!" I yelled as the sparks flew from my pussy to every part of my body. I bucked my hips into the air, onto his finger, into his mouth, and before I could say I was cumming, I was cumming.My orgasm hit fast and hard. My pussy muscles spasmed hard. My hands went to my crotch and grabbed his hand so that his finger couldn't leave my hole. One hand accidently landed on his head and pulled tight against me, as if I wanted his mouth to keep on my clit. But that was okay. It was the longest, hardest orgasm I had in years. I moaned and sighed for minutes while my body shook and very gradually calmed down. I pulled Donald's head off me, but kept his finger inside for a while longer. I had a hard time catching my breath.There wasn't much Donald could do as I held his finger in my pussy, and I realized that my thighs were holding our hands tight between them. He stroked my leg with his free hand and laid his head on my leg, looking up at me as I attempted to control myself. At first I was a little embarrassed at my loss of control and how I must have looked, but then I thought, "Who cares?" and relaxed. I loosened my grip on him with my hands and my thighs, and looked down at him and smiled. "Thanks," I said, immediately regretting it but not showing it."Believe me, it was my pleasure!" he answered.I smiled wider, feeling more at ease."I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't let you ... inside me.""That's okay," he said reassuringly. "That's fine. You were fantastic. I loved every second. Maybe another time." Was that a statement or a question? I wasn't sure. I didn't care."Definitely," I said, but even while I said it I was moving to cover myself up, not feeling right being so completely exposed to him. But what a feeling it had been. Yes, I was glad I finally had sex after all this time. I had missed it greatly, and was surely going to continue
For more than 2 years I had no desire to date. So here I am a 31 year old widow, and now starting to realize that I greatly missed the feeling of a man. A man's strong arms holding me, a man's lips kissing me, a man's sweating body on top of me, a man's hard penis sinking deep into me. Oh, my, where had these thoughts come from? They must have been building for a while, but it seemed to burst into my consciousness overnight, much to my shock and surprise.My name is Sue, by the way. Well, Sue to my friends. Suzanne professionally. Suzie-Q sometimes to my best friends, especially when we were having a little immature fun. I was often called Suzie-Q by my husband when we were fooling around, and having decidedly mature fun. I like having three names. It is like having three personalities, and allows me to be very serious at times and to let myself go at other times.Donald had been a good friend of both me and my husband for years, and was one of my strongest supporters when Rodney died. Even through his divorce, about a year after my husband passed, he remained a close friend and supporter. Through all of those long, emotional conversations and sometimes late nights, he never once made a pass at me. He never acted like he was there because of any attraction towards me, simply to give me support. Now, over 2 years later, I began wondering why.Didn't he find me attractive? I am not vain, but I feel like I am a quite attractive woman. Blessed with great genes from both my mother and father, I was 5'6", slender, had a great figure, and soft, smooth caramel skin. My breasts were not large, but certainly large enough, (a nice, full B-cup) and sat proudly on my chest with little sag, though no-one would know that unless they saw me naked. I had shoulder length, dark brown hair with enough natural body and shine in it to keep it always attractive. My small waist set off curvy hips that had a sexy sway when I walked in spite of myself.I thought of Donald when I suddenly found myself ready to start dating again. And why not? Aside from being sensitive and supportive, he was sexy. Tall, athletic, with rough good looks, Why wouldn't a girl want to date him? When a little flirting didn't seem to work, I mentioned to him that I was ready to date, and asked if he would like to be my first. He seemed both surprised and eager, and so we were set. Only one rule - it was a real date. No talk of former spouses and the emotional stress from it. Strictly a date.He picked me up and we went out to a very nice dinner. Not a romantic place, but very upscale and lovely. Afterwards we went to a late movie, one that he picked for my enjoyment. A thrill shot through my body when he reached over and held my hand. I put my other hand on top of his as well as on his muscular upper arm at various times, and his arm was around my waist as we walked afterwards. It wasn't much, but at the time it seemed exciting, and a big step for me. I almost felt like a little teenaged virgin on her first date. When he kissed me goodnight, I got very flustered at first, but soon melted into his arms for a passionate kiss. Weak-kneed, I went into my house with a tingling between my legs.Since I had asked him out, I was determined that it was now up to him, or our little flirtation would be at an end. Therefore, I was tickled when he called me the very next day and told me how much he had enjoyed himself, asking me out for the next weekend. We had another nice date, but our third date is when it got exciting.After a little heavy kissing on our second date, our third date found us on my sofa kissing some more, but this time his hand found my breast. When I didn't object, he fondled it and worked his hand under my dress.. Fondling it over my thin bra, he also stroked the flesh just above the bra cup. It had been so long since I had felt a man do even this much that I felt chills over my whole body. When his fingers reached into my bra cup far enough to push firmly against my hardened nipple, I nearly exploded. A gasp escaped from my mouth, and my hand involuntarily moved from his chest to his crotch, finding and squeezing his erection tight all in one motion. My mind was still racing to comprehend what we were doing as Donald feverishly tore at the buttons of my dress. It opened up and he reached in to push my bra cups up, exposing my breasts. His hand pressed firmly into one, causing a gasp from us both, and he pinched the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That sent an electric spark from my nipple straight to my pussy. My nipples had always been extremely sensitive, and it had been so long since anyone other than me had touched them. I am sure that by this time my panties had to be wet, and my whole body was on fire.When his hand reached under my dress and quickly ran up my leg to my crotch, I stopped kissing. "No," I said firmly, though gasping for breath. "Not that much. Not yet.""Why?" he asked. "We're not young kids, we like each other, and we both need this."That was true. In fact I was a very sexual person. My sex life had been very full. My husband and I had frequent sex, and were not shy about trying many positions and being very open about what we liked. The only way I had been conservative was in not cheating on my husband. I never even contemplated sex outside of marriage. So although I was very experienced, at this point I felt almost prudish, simply because this was a whole, new, uncomfortable world I was entering. I tried reminding myself that this was okay, it was normal. My mind bounced back and forth between wanting to say "No" and wanting to say "Now." And sometimes my body just acted on its own.His hand was still on my panties, and I couldn't think straight. Without a word I lifted my hips up off the sofa and he pulled the panties off. He pulled them on down to my knees and they dropped to my ankles, where I kicked them off. There I was, baring my pussy to a man for the first time in years, and Donald took little time in placing his hand flat against it. I could feel the wetness as his fingers played with my pussy lips as I was being driven wild.Finally I began thinking a little clearer, deciding I shouldn't be allowing his hand in my snatch. But what was the alternative for an aroused lady? So I turned my body towards his and with both hands attacked his pants, undoing his belt, button, and zipper, allowing his erection to leap out, covered only by his boxer-shorts. I grabbed his pole and pulled at it hard, causing him to groan and loosen his grip on my slit. Was this really better? I admit I wasn't really thinking as clearly as I believed, but I know I wanted to feel a hard dick very badly."I can't wait to feel you inside me. Do you have a condom?" I asked. My God, what was I saying?"No," he answered, sounding very dejected.I moved off the sofa, kneeling on the floor between his knees and pulling his dick out. I felt the warm flesh of a man's penis for the first time in years, and the only one I had ever felt or seen except for my husband's. I was surprised at the size of it. It looked at least an inch bigger than Rodney's had been, as well as thicker. Later on I would realize that Rodney's penis was a small one and Donald's was about average, but at this moment it seemed quite large to me. Though my dildo was about his size.Rodney had trained me in all things sexual, and I had learned to give head well and often, thinking it was routine. Eventually, even while we were still married, I found out that many women do not give head at all, and others only rarely do. But by then I had learned to enjoy doing it. I really liked the feeling of that hard bone in my hand and mouth, the soft skin covering it, the power it held and the power I had over it. Of course I knew about circumcised penises, but as Rodney had not been I had never seen one. I spent a lot of time examining the head of Donald's circumcised dick with my eyes, finger, and mouth. The soft fleshy head was always exposed, never sliding back under his skin. The ridge behind the head was also bigger. All of this exploration took my mind momentarily off the pure sex of the situation, but not so for Donald. My fingers tracing their way around the head, and my tongue licking the same, had him breathing hard. Each time my mouth closed around his erection he moaned a bit, and when I sucked in like a vacuum on his dick he groaned louder.I put my curiosity aside and went about trying to satisfy him. I already had been, but now I had a purpose. I licked the whole way down and back up his pole, wrapped my hand around the base of it while sucking on the head. My tongue continued licking the head even as I sucked on it, and I took the pole inside my mouth as I forced as much of his dick as I could between my lips.Donald gritted his teeth, managing to say, "Sue, I really want to fuck you!"I took him out of my mouth long enough to ask, "Don't you like this?"Putting his erection back into my mouth, I took as much as I possibly could, feeling his mushroom head hit the back of my throat, gagging me before I pulled back enough to breathe."Ahhhh," Donald said. "Yes, this is great," he managed to say, but it wasn't easy for him. "But...""Nuh-uhh," I said with my mouth full. I turned my head from side to side to emphasize that I meant no. Since his dick was deep into my mouth, the shaking of my head had a sensual effect on his throbbing member. He groaned again and didn't try to speak. As I could tell he was getting close, I pumped my hand on his pole faster and sucked on it vigorously. I felt his dick grow bigger in my mouth, and his hips started pushing it into my mouth. He was nearly there, starting to moan, finally warning me. "I'm going to cum!"I, of course, knew that, and continued my actions. I felt his cum flow up his pole and shoot out into my mouth. I was surprised at the strength of it as it hit the back of my throat. I pulled his dick out until only the head was in my mouth, swallowing hard to make room for more. And more there was. Then I sucked more of his dick into my mouth as his spurts slowed. I sucked him dry, until he pulled my head away from his dick. He looked at me, dazed and exhausted. "My God, that was great! And you swallowed. GOD! Not many women do."I just smiled up at him, still feeling cum dripping from my lips, thinking that I must have had a good teacher.I got up and took my seat again on the sofa beside him, my tits still exposed, while Donald slumped over onto my shoulder."But I wanted to.." he hesitated before finishing, "fuck you." I guess he couldn't think of another way to say it at the moment."I know. I would love to have you in me. But not today," I answered. Condom first, I thought to myself. I knew he had been with other women, and I wasn't about to take a chance on the various diseases that were possible. His hand had crept up my leg and was toying with my crotch, finally letting his fingers stroke my nether lips. I still hadn't had any sexual relief, and I needed some. Damn, I needed some!"Do you want to eat my pussy?" I asked.I was shocked, hearing me say that. I don't think I had ever used the word 'pussy' in front of a man besides Rodney, and here I had just asked Donald to eat my pussy! That shows how much I needed it, and he wasn't showing any sign of giving me relief very quickly. He hesitated, and I wondered if he was going to disappoint me.He looked at me shyly, then looked away. "I would love to, but I don't have much experience.""That's okay," I said eagerly. Then I started thinking about what he meant. "Didn't you and Carla..." I hesitated before finishing."She didn't want me to," he answered simply. He got between my legs and pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my naked pussy. "Maybe you'll have to teach me.""Okay," I smiled down at him. "Oh, Carla, what you were missing," I thought to myself. And now suddenly I was the teacher. "OH MY GOD," I thought to myself as his tongue licked along my pussy lips. No teaching is necessary, anything he does is going to be fine with me after all this time. My pussy was aching for his touch, and it didn't care exactly how it was touched.As his lips licked at my slit, I moaned, started thrashing my head about, and slid my butt down to the edge of the cushion to give him the best access. I didn't give any thought to how wet I was, or if he minded. He didn't give any indications of minding it as he went ahead enthusiastically licking all around my pussy, driving me wild."Put a finger in my hole," I pleaded, and he did. He pushed a finger in deeply, and I moaned loudly. Finally, someone in my pussy. Maybe it wasn't much, but it felt like everything to me at the time. I pushed my hips further toward him, trying to get his finger as deeply in as I could as he sawed in and out of me."Lick my clit," I said, hoping he knew where to find it. I reached down to find it for him, to see if it was hiding under its hood, but his tongue found it first."Oh, GOD!" I yelled as the sparks flew from my pussy to every part of my body. I bucked my hips into the air, onto his finger, into his mouth, and before I could say I was cumming, I was cumming.My orgasm hit fast and hard. My pussy muscles spasmed hard. My hands went to my crotch and grabbed his hand so that his finger couldn't leave my hole. One hand accidently landed on his head and pulled tight against me, as if I wanted his mouth to keep on my clit. But that was okay. It was the longest, hardest orgasm I had in years. I moaned and sighed for minutes while my body shook and very gradually calmed down. I pulled Donald's head off me, but kept his finger inside for a while longer. I had a hard time catching my breath.There wasn't much Donald could do as I held his finger in my pussy, and I realized that my thighs were holding our hands tight between them. He stroked my leg with his free hand and laid his head on my leg, looking up at me as I attempted to control myself. At first I was a little embarrassed at my loss of control and how I must have looked, but then I thought, "Who cares?" and relaxed. I loosened my grip on him with my hands and my thighs, and looked down at him and smiled. "Thanks," I said, immediately regretting it but not showing it."Believe me, it was my pleasure!" he answered.I smiled wider, feeling more at ease."I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't let you ... inside me.""That's okay," he said reassuringly. "That's fine. You were fantastic. I loved every second. Maybe another time." Was that a statement or a question? I wasn't sure. I didn't care."Definitely," I said, but even while I said it I was moving to cover myself up, not feeling right being so completely exposed to him. But what a feeling it had been. Yes, I was glad I finally had sex after all this time. I had missed it greatly, and was surely going to continue
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