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06/01/2016
My friend Jack was about 20 years older than I. He'd become my "father of choice" after my dad died. Jack and his wife Gwen had many friends and their home was often a social center for folks of all ages.
Jack called me one day and invited me to meet him at a coffee shop. He had a favor to ask. It turned out that a single friend of Gwen's - Karen - had been online dating and her last adventure turned sour when she was date raped. Gwen had supported her through the anger and grief and rage of being raped but Karen decided not to make a police report and endure the investigation. As Jack told me the story I focused on that and how important it was to get the creep off the streets.
Jack redirected me and said the ladies wanted help with something else. They had decided that what Karen needed to heal was to be made love to in a gentle healing way to offset the date rape. Sort of a cleansing. I had been selected to do the job. Karen knew me from gatherings at their place and apparently by reputation from some other lovers. Jack was sent to see if I'd do the job.
Well hellya! Karen was a fine looking lady, my age, and for sure I could help with her healing. The ladies had already picked out a restaurant for me to take Karen to on Friday night and talk about this project. When I picked her up she was dressed to kill, deep cut dress with most attractive cleavage, and a sensual look in her eye. She had to be braless from the way her large nipples pressed through the dress.
At dinner she talked frankly about what she needed. She wanted to be made love to romantically. She didn't want any oral sex, just lots of making out until she was ready to have me inside her. I suggested she have a simple code word - "No" - if she changed her mind and I told her I wouldn't risk recreating the date rape by being the one to decide when to enter. She agreed that when she was ready she'd reach down and guide me in. And she said she preferred the good old missionary position as long as I could keep my cock high enough to rub her clit.
The restaurant had a dance floor so after dinner we danced some to warm up to each other, leave the frankness of the planning behind. When we danced she held me close giving me a good boner. She'd press against it while we danced...I took that as a hint to hold and knead her butt while we danced. She nuzzled her head against my neck, kissed me there, then whispered in my year, "You make me so wet."
Time to go home! She reached over and fondled my cock through my pants while I drove. Things were looking great. As soon as we got inside her house she locked the door and started undressing. Down to her panties and nylons she took me by the hand and led me to her bed with a most seductive smile. Damn what gorgeous tits! Damn, this was fun!
We laid side-by-side hugging and snuggling and kissing - making out like teenagers again. We took a break to get nude. I could smell she was getting very wet - a most erotic aroma. My cock was poking her everywhere but where I wanted it to be but she was in charge. As part of our making out she'd often stroke it and reach down and fondle my balls. But it was all, slow, sensual, languid loving. Fondling and suckling her breasts and nipples seemed to get her higher and higher...and what a pleasure that was. She'd groan with pleasure when I raked a nipple across the roof of my mouth.
Then she rolled onto her back, pulled me on top of her, spread her legs wide, reached down and guided my cock into her pussy. She was hot and wet in there and I thought I'd come right then...she seemed to sense that and clamped her pussy down on my cock and just held it in place. When she finally relaxed we began that slow, ageless, dance of love. I was careful to keep my cock high at the entrance and her moans made it clear her clit was in the action too.
It sounds weird, but even though I was on top, it was her fucking me. And that's just what she wanted. She was masturbating by rubbing her clit against my cock and adjusting her rhythm and pressure to bring her the most pleasure. I was able to continue to pleasure her breasts and nipples while she worked and her response to my nipple attention made it clear they were well involved too.
She loved going slow and setting the pace and controlling her pleasure. It was kind of a treat for me not to have to be the lead...I could enjoy these sensual pleasures too and they for sure kept my cock rock hard.
At about 20 to 30 minutes in her pace quickened, about like my rhythm jerking off, fast and locked in to one spot. She began to moan and soon had a loud orgasm. As she came it felt like her pussy might squeeze my cock right off. That was enough to take me over the edge and I unloaded inside her vagina...she looked me in the eye and grinned while I was coming inside her.
Her pussy muscles kept my limp cock inside her...she looked up at me and said, "More" and began milking my dick with her pussy muscles. It was so erotic I was soon hard again and she started up with her rhythm again. After she came second time she asked for a third go. I told her sadly, my cock needed some time to recharge...but if she'd changed her mind I'd be happy to give her oral attention. She pushed my head down between her legs in response.
I found a bare beaver soaked in her love juice and my come. The combination of tastes brings a whole new flavor so I was enjoying the taste of our mixed juices while kissing and sucking and licking her pussy, keeping to the same rhythm she had taught me. And that worked...I found her G spot easily and between oral love and digital G spot attention she began having orgasm after orgasm...she'd come down a little after each orgasm when I held off attention...but then I'd start up and bring her to a higher level orgasm. There was no way to count or keep track...they just kept happening. When she finally couldn't take anymore she begged for me to come back up.
She kissed and licked our juices off my face, held me tight, and kept saying thank you and kissing me.
So I guess it worked for her. But when I'd see her around or at Jack and Gwen's later she seemed distant, to ignore me. Fine with me though...it was a glorious evening, great sex, and healing.
Jack called me one day and invited me to meet him at a coffee shop. He had a favor to ask. It turned out that a single friend of Gwen's - Karen - had been online dating and her last adventure turned sour when she was date raped. Gwen had supported her through the anger and grief and rage of being raped but Karen decided not to make a police report and endure the investigation. As Jack told me the story I focused on that and how important it was to get the creep off the streets.
Jack redirected me and said the ladies wanted help with something else. They had decided that what Karen needed to heal was to be made love to in a gentle healing way to offset the date rape. Sort of a cleansing. I had been selected to do the job. Karen knew me from gatherings at their place and apparently by reputation from some other lovers. Jack was sent to see if I'd do the job.
Well hellya! Karen was a fine looking lady, my age, and for sure I could help with her healing. The ladies had already picked out a restaurant for me to take Karen to on Friday night and talk about this project. When I picked her up she was dressed to kill, deep cut dress with most attractive cleavage, and a sensual look in her eye. She had to be braless from the way her large nipples pressed through the dress.
At dinner she talked frankly about what she needed. She wanted to be made love to romantically. She didn't want any oral sex, just lots of making out until she was ready to have me inside her. I suggested she have a simple code word - "No" - if she changed her mind and I told her I wouldn't risk recreating the date rape by being the one to decide when to enter. She agreed that when she was ready she'd reach down and guide me in. And she said she preferred the good old missionary position as long as I could keep my cock high enough to rub her clit.
The restaurant had a dance floor so after dinner we danced some to warm up to each other, leave the frankness of the planning behind. When we danced she held me close giving me a good boner. She'd press against it while we danced...I took that as a hint to hold and knead her butt while we danced. She nuzzled her head against my neck, kissed me there, then whispered in my year, "You make me so wet."
Time to go home! She reached over and fondled my cock through my pants while I drove. Things were looking great. As soon as we got inside her house she locked the door and started undressing. Down to her panties and nylons she took me by the hand and led me to her bed with a most seductive smile. Damn what gorgeous tits! Damn, this was fun!
We laid side-by-side hugging and snuggling and kissing - making out like teenagers again. We took a break to get nude. I could smell she was getting very wet - a most erotic aroma. My cock was poking her everywhere but where I wanted it to be but she was in charge. As part of our making out she'd often stroke it and reach down and fondle my balls. But it was all, slow, sensual, languid loving. Fondling and suckling her breasts and nipples seemed to get her higher and higher...and what a pleasure that was. She'd groan with pleasure when I raked a nipple across the roof of my mouth.
Then she rolled onto her back, pulled me on top of her, spread her legs wide, reached down and guided my cock into her pussy. She was hot and wet in there and I thought I'd come right then...she seemed to sense that and clamped her pussy down on my cock and just held it in place. When she finally relaxed we began that slow, ageless, dance of love. I was careful to keep my cock high at the entrance and her moans made it clear her clit was in the action too.
It sounds weird, but even though I was on top, it was her fucking me. And that's just what she wanted. She was masturbating by rubbing her clit against my cock and adjusting her rhythm and pressure to bring her the most pleasure. I was able to continue to pleasure her breasts and nipples while she worked and her response to my nipple attention made it clear they were well involved too.
She loved going slow and setting the pace and controlling her pleasure. It was kind of a treat for me not to have to be the lead...I could enjoy these sensual pleasures too and they for sure kept my cock rock hard.
At about 20 to 30 minutes in her pace quickened, about like my rhythm jerking off, fast and locked in to one spot. She began to moan and soon had a loud orgasm. As she came it felt like her pussy might squeeze my cock right off. That was enough to take me over the edge and I unloaded inside her vagina...she looked me in the eye and grinned while I was coming inside her.
Her pussy muscles kept my limp cock inside her...she looked up at me and said, "More" and began milking my dick with her pussy muscles. It was so erotic I was soon hard again and she started up with her rhythm again. After she came second time she asked for a third go. I told her sadly, my cock needed some time to recharge...but if she'd changed her mind I'd be happy to give her oral attention. She pushed my head down between her legs in response.
I found a bare beaver soaked in her love juice and my come. The combination of tastes brings a whole new flavor so I was enjoying the taste of our mixed juices while kissing and sucking and licking her pussy, keeping to the same rhythm she had taught me. And that worked...I found her G spot easily and between oral love and digital G spot attention she began having orgasm after orgasm...she'd come down a little after each orgasm when I held off attention...but then I'd start up and bring her to a higher level orgasm. There was no way to count or keep track...they just kept happening. When she finally couldn't take anymore she begged for me to come back up.
She kissed and licked our juices off my face, held me tight, and kept saying thank you and kissing me.
So I guess it worked for her. But when I'd see her around or at Jack and Gwen's later she seemed distant, to ignore me. Fine with me though...it was a glorious evening, great sex, and healing.
Poster:
jojoba
