About four years before, at the very green age of twenty-four, I was home for the Thanksgiving weekend to spend time with family and friends after being away at college, my first semester at a school several hundred miles away from home. While there a friend of my mothers asked if I had some free time and wanted to make a little extra money? “Sure,” I replied, for reason that were unknown to me at that time a little excitedly. The truth was I had the hots for this family friend and until recently she had shown almost no signs that she knew I even existed, at least not in a sexual way. But as I grew up and she grew older and, during this time period getting a divorce from her husband of almost twenty years, she must have come to see me in a different light. I couldn’t say then why I came to this conclusion and even today I can’t be a hundred percent sure of why this was, but something in her smile told me that she was pleased that I said yes, not pleased just because she would be getting much-needed yard work done, but pleased for another reason.

With a devilish grin of my own I told her I would be over Saturday.

“In case I’m not home,” she said to me as I started to walk away, “there is a spare key under the mat by the back door, use it to let yourself in.”

I nodded my head and walked away, wonder if there was a hidden meaning in use of the words “backdoor” and “let yourself in.”

Thinking nothing of it, Thanksgiving came and went without any further word from her or even really much thought on my part about either her or the work to be done, other than the fleeting thought of I would rather be doing something else on a Saturday afternoon.

And then it was Saturday. I told her I would be over at around noon, as things worked out that day, I didn’t arrive at her house until after 12:30. As I pulled up I made a note that nobody was home, there was no car in the driveway and no lights on that I could see. I knew she had a garage full of stuff, so no car meant that she was not there. Thinking nothing of it I walked around to the back, got the key out from under the mat and let myself in.

As I walked in and closed the door behind me, I was met with a dark house, or at least a house as dark as it could be with it being noon and all the shades drawn, and complete silence. Or, at least almost complete silence. I could hear a noise, just audible in the background that I couldn’t make out. I figured it was the air conditioner, so I thought nothing more about it as I walked up the handful of stairs that led to the up-stairs portion of the house and the entrance to the garage where the gardening equipment was kept.

It was then that I noticed the family friend laying on her bed in the master bedroom. She hadn’t noticed me – at least that’s what I thought at the time – despite the fact that the double-doors were wide open. The noise that I her early was the low breathing she was making as she laid on her back on her bed, a cream-colored dildo make slow motions in and out of her pussy. She was completely naked. One hand gripped the dildo tightly as she angled it in and out of her pussy at various angles, while the other hand worked vigorously between squeezing the large nipples on her massive double D tits and cupping as much of the large amounts of flesh she could with her free hand.

At the time I remember being completely shocked at how lucky I was to stumble upon the events unfolding before me. This is what males my age dream about, this is the kind of stuff that only happens in porn movies.

Being as quiet as possible, I moved to the side of the doorway so I was out of sight but still had a good view. I felt the pressure growing in my pants as my cock grew and pressed against the zipper of my jeans.

“She must have forgot I was coming,” a voice in my head said as I instinctively reached down and massaged the growing mound in my pants. And then that thought once again floated to the surface of my brain, that this kind of stuff only happened in porn movies. “This was no accident,” I thought as a low groan came from the bedroom. Looking more intently inside, I noticed that the dildo she was plunging in and out of her pussy was glistening more and more as her pussy became more and more wet.

She planned me walking in on her like this, and she wanted me to find her laying on her bed, masturbating.

Believe it or not the next thought that raced through my head was what do I do? I was twenty-four and had been with a couple of women before, but women my age, but I always had fantasies about older women, imagining being with an older women gave me hard-ons harden then I ever thought possible. And here was my fantasy, unfolding before my very eyes and yet I could not bring myself to act one way or the other.

Then a moment of clarity hit me as I realized that if I didn’t act now this scenario would never present itself again. Composing myself I poked my head around the corner of the door and took another look. Her large breasts floated on her chest as her breathing became heavier and heavier. I noticed her pudgy stomach and the stretch marks that stretched across her abdomen as a result of giving birth to two kids. For some reason, this turned me on even more.

I knew she had gotten a divorce a few years before, but I had never seen any other men over at her house since then. I figured at forty-five maybe she was done with men. Now I realized that she wasn’t through at all but just taking a break while her sexual desires grew and grew until should couldn’t stand it anymore and did something compulsive. Just dumb luck that it was going to be me that re-introduced her to the pleasures of sex.

Just then I side stepped until I stood in the center of her bedroom doorway, no longer hiding.

The response from her was almost instantaneous. She plunged her dripping dildo into her pussy and left it there as she turned her head to look over at me.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up. Maybe you can help me out here.” Once again I thought of those countless porn movies that I had watched over the years and how these scenes, not to mention the dialogue, was playing out almost exactly the same.

She withdrew the dildo from her pussy and rubbed her clit as I simply nodded my head and made my way towards the head of her bed.

“Aren’t you going to take off your pants.” She asked, her fingers firmly rubbing her pussy, which I now saw was completely hairless except for a small thin patch just above her clit.

I didn’t say anything, I only shook my head and fell forward, face down between her leg, instantly licking her pussy. Even before I took a second lick of her glistening pink slit, I was met with a gushing of warm liquid. This sent me over the edge, I couldn’t take it any more. My cock had grown to monstrous proportions and was pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans. I stood up at the foot of her bed, her legs still parted before me and her fingers spreading the lips of her pussy open wide so I could see the rolling fold of pink flesh hidden within.

“C’mon,” she moaned.

I unbuttoned my pants and quickly took off my shoes and shirt, leaving me standing their naked except for my sox. Without thinking I crawled back up onto the bed and back in between her legs with her guiding my cock into her pussy. This came as such a surprise that before I knew what was happening, I was withdrawing my cock from deep inside her with a big load of my cum not far behind.

It was the first of many that night.

It was with my ex. We met over the internet and started talking as simple acquaintances before moving onto talking about subjects of a more sexual nature. She was ten years my senior and I don’t know if many women out there know this or not, but older women are hot! Throw in some breasts that have been at one time or another bursting with milk, and nice round hips and a bubble butt and I’m in heaven.

I shouldn’t have been surprised when she invited me to her house to stay the weekend after several months talking over the internet. We lived far apart, but not so far that the possibility of meeting and having more than a quick wam-bam-thank-you-ma’am before I had to turn around a go home was out of the question. In fact I was born and raised in the same town were she lived, I was just away at school at that time and due back for a visit.

To say I was nervous when I accepted the invitation was an understatement, but it was nothing compared to the butterflies I felt that Friday evening when I parked my car in front of her house, and found myself  just moments away from meeting the person that for more than three months had been just a distant voice whom I shouted back at via the internet from over two hundred miles away.

She answered the door in a black and pink nightie and a smile as she invited me in. I knew this weekend was going to involve sex, I mean, we had talked about it for quite some time, but I must admit, when she opened the door and I saw her standing there in that nightie, the large round nipples of her breast poking out from behind see-through lace, and her thick red hair nicely curled and bouncing just off her shoulders…she must have noticed my erection.

Determined to control the situation, not to mention the butterflies in my stomach, I greeted her with my own smile and a tight hug where I resisted the urge to grab on with both hands to each of her butt cheeks and press her against the wall, where he legs would wrap around my waist and where I could feel the large mounds of  her breasts press against me as we kissed deeply.

She led me up stairs were we engaged in twenty or thirty minutes of mindless chatter. I commented on her nightie, but kept my comments as gentlemanly as possible, although she must have known that I was undressing her with my eyes as I ran through my laundry list of naughty things I wanted us to do together. Then we watched T.V.

Being young and extremely naive about how to woo an older women, I was delighted when she asked me if I wanted to go up stairs. Her smile in the past hour had become strained and forced, she must have thought that I wasn’t interested in being with her since I didn’t ask her to go up stairs the moment I walked in. Now that she asked, I must have had a grin on my face that only little kids get when they are presented with a jack-o-lantern full of candy, because I nodded my head yes, and her smile returned.

And my butterflies once again returned.

It felt like an entire life-time was spent just traveling up the stairs, and then another as we walked down the hall towards her bedroom. Part of me was nervous as hell, while another part was growing with lust and anticipation.

It is at this point that I should mention that most women on the heavy-set side have some insecurities about their weight, and with my first fatty, the story was no different. Now I say fatty, but I use the term in the nicest manner, because to be honest, if somebody ask me to describe the physical features of my ideal women the first word that would jump from my lips would be fat. And while she knew this about me, she had let it be perfectly clear that the insecurities she had were still there and would probably never go away.

That’s why it surprised me when she slipped out of her nightie the moment we crossed the threshold of her bedroom and turned to face me, naked. Despite having given birth to four kids her physical make-up was astonishing. He breasts here still round and full, and while, sure, they sagged a little, this still didn’t stop me from wanting to suck on them and cup them greedily in my hands. And even though he stomach was in the shape of crescent moon instead of a flat washboard, that didn’t stop me from wanting to lay her down on her bed, spread her legs and taste the sweet nectar that was sure to be moistening the lips of her pussy.

“Do you like what you see?” She asked, he voice somewhat shaky.

I’m not even sure if I answered, but at the very least I nodded my head yes, as I’m sure my eyes were as big as saucers.

“Your turn,” she said as she sat down on her bed before laying down flat on her back, spreading her legs just enough that I could clearly see the dark color of her pussy lips, and the rich pinkness that lay behind. Without pause and with very little elligence like with the slow, gentle fashion in which she slipped out of her nightie, I took off my shirt, then socks and then, now even more rushed, my pants and finally my boxers.

For a moment her eyes stayed locked with mine, as I’m sure her heart-rate was racing like mine, also. Finally her eyes dropped, scanning the length of my body before coming to rest on my cock. It was hard, it had been since she asked me if I wanted to come up stairs. I resisted the urge to look down also, but even without reaching down and stroking my manhood I knew that I had never been this hard.

She smiled once again, pleased with what she saw as she licked her lips, her right hand now stopped from the steady clock-wise motion it was engaged in as she rubbed her clit. Her hand now rose, almost as if in slow motion as she motion me over to join her on the bed.

Without hesitating, I kneeled between her parted legs, trying to give a slight flick of her clit and a lick of her nipples as I made my way up, but missing on both tries, still nervous and veins racing with adrenaline. Before I knew what was fully happening, I was laying with my full weight on top of her, our tongues almost angrily darting in-and-out of each others mouths. Also before I realized it, I was inside of her. Briefly my mind wandered to thinking about a package of condoms that I left down stairs and that I had bought in a small grocery store where nobody knew me, just outside of town. I had not wanted to buy them in the town where I went to school as it was a small town and almost everybody knew me. How would I explain that to the people I knew, was the thinking going on in my mid-twenties brain at the time. Instead I waited until I got almost all the way to her house before stopping at a place where I knew nobody and nobody knew me, and even then it took about fifteen minutes before I gathered enough courage to walk up to the counter with the bright package that had the word Trojan emblazoned on all sides.

Just for a slight moment I stopped. Should I say something? Should I ask if it was OK that I was inside her bareback? I only thought about this for the briefest of moments before I realized that she most certainly knew what was going on, and probably wanted it this way. After all, I was in college, she was a mother of four children and recently divorced after limping through a marriage that had grown sexless, not to mention, loveless over the past ten years. What she probably wanted more than anything in the world right now was me inside her, skin-on-skin, about ready to fill her wet pussy with my hot cum.

Just as I thought that, I felt a growing pressure on the surface of my cock as if its circumference had double in the blink of an eye. My fatty must have felt it too, because just at that moment a large gasp escaped from her throat and her nails dug into my back.

I was going to shoot my load at any moment. Leaning forward, I laid completely flat on top of her and ran my fingers through her long red hair. “Can I cum inside you?” I asked looking into her eyes, which were now only half-open.

As if in response, she thrust me deeper inside her by placing both hands firmly on my hips and pulling me forward. I realized that there was no going back, she had given me her answer.

Now, I had heard about women squirting, but I thought it was just a myth, some kind of porn movie gimmick that would cause the cock to become that much harder, or maybe make the sperm run that much thicker. However, just before I filled her pussy up with my hot load, I felt an intense warmness…and wetness. Many men might be grossed out by this, many more, probably not so much, for me it seemed to make my orgasm that much more intense. I began to cum and as I did, my gyrations became that much more powerful and intense, almost to the point were I felt that there was a very real possibility that I was going to hurt somebody, most likely me. But as things became more and more intense and as I filled her pussy with what at the time seemed like an endless supply of my cum, her moaning and gasping on my hips told me she only wanted more.

After what seemed like an eternity, it was over. I pulled out becoming further excited at the visual of my cum flowing like a slowing moving river out of her depths and down across the folds of skin that culminated in her asshole. It took more strength than I could ever describe here on part at resisting the urge to use the head of my cock to scoop up that glob of cum and use it as lube to slide the length of my manhood into her asshole. While I didn’t do it then, I did try this later that evening – or early the next morning, I can’t remember which – to the sound of her voice begging me to plunge deeper inside her ass. Which I did, culminating in the third time in as many hours that I shot my hot load inside her.

Not knowing what I was saying I remember blurting out “I came inside you,” at which point she just smile and reached down to spread the cum that had leaked out of her pussy all over her clit, and down around her asshole.

“I know,” she said, a smile spreading across her lips as she took deep breaths, thoroughly worn out. “Hopefully this is the first time out of many tonight.”

And it was.

Original Post

I came across a post on another blog that I wanted to share with you all – you men especially.

The meat of the article cane be found in the “Secrets Of Mind Blowing Oral Sex” section where the author gives us men some good tips such as the use of fingers, a pillow under her ass, and my personal favorite – stopping midway through intercourse to eat her.

Like I have said previously, my ex was not a big fan of oral sex, and not because she didn’t like it but because she was so self conscience about her weight, and maybe about how she smelled, that she never let me do it. And while the article referenced above says don’t force the issue, which I completely agree with – I got into more then a few awkward moments trying to change her mind about letting me eating her out – but at the same time, guys like to go down on women not because they want the act reciprocated, but because they genuinely like to eat pussy – there is something animalistic about it and us guys know that women love it when we do, we also know that not all women reach an orgasm from just penetration, they need more.

And since we are all wanting to make sure that your other half gets off, this is a needed step, unless your completely self centered, in which case you should just stay home and masturbate.

To get back on track here, for those men out there who have never thought to stop half way through and dine on the moistened delicacies that your lover has to offer, I suggest you try it. I sprung this on my ex once, and surprisingly she let me do it, but not before she warned me that she was real wet down there, a comment that I only grinned at and went happily on my way. She was indeed wet, but wetter is better. Guys not only know that they are doing something right when a women gets real wet, if they’re like me, they also kinda like the taste and love getting it all over their face, at which point, I would re-insert my cock, and kiss her and let her taste herself.

I think the Bloodhound Gang said it best when they said The kind of love you clean-up with a mop and bucket, Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, Only God knows where we stuck it.

The article goes on to describe things that are no no’s, such as hinting at taking a shower before hand to eliminate the possibility of offensive odors. Take a show together and work-up the mood while you do so. I wish I would have thought of that when I was with my ex, things may have been a lot better in our sex life – I know she wanted me to eat her out but was so insecure about herself, and God knows I wanted to go down on her. . . ah, what could have been.

One thing that I find funny that the author of this article did not mention in relation to going down on your better half way through intercourse, is the opportunity it gives junior to rest.

I, like most guys, and I can’t believe that I am telling the world this, cum easy. . . There, I said it. But, unlike most other guys, I can cum a second time, while still staying hard in between the two times. Not only that, and I think I have already said this, I can go half a dozen times in a given night or more, I haven’t exactly determined my limit yet.

Where am I going with this?

Last night, while once again scouring the Internet for porn I came across a home movie somebody posted on-line where the guy eats out the women after her cums in her – brilliant! Why is this brilliant? Because, like sex, oral sex is like food, you need three meals a day to stay healthy and to stay alive – moring, noon, and night and before, during and after.

So why am I going off on a tanget about the crazy stuff I wish my wife would have let me do, or the crazy stuff that I fantasize about? Well, it’s not only because I envision women out there getting all hot and bothered by what they are reading, it also has to do, again, with my own personal education. From the same blog, here is another post, this one I knew about, habitually participated in, but one that she rarely reciprocated, and as a result, I am here and she is off wherever she is, trying to find boyfriend #5 or husband #3 in the last five years. I’m not saying that I’m perfect and God knows there are plenty of things that I did to fuck-up our marriage, but here is one area that I tried.

Anyway, enough about the past, read, enjoy, learn.

Oh, one last thing. I want to comment about the name of the blog were I got toady’s information – makeyourwifehot. It’s interesting how hooked people are on looks, and as a guy I should be too, but I have had girlfriends in the past that have been small chested, plain looking, what have you, but because of their personality and the things they said to make me laugh, I never saw those things. So, to step back on my soapbox for a moment, if there was one thing I could have done to make life with my ex better it would have been to reassure her that I loved her for who she is and not how she looked. Where she saw herself as unattractive because of her weight, and told me on several occasion that she was an “unattractive whale,” I saw a beautiful body that I constantly wanted to get close to. It didn’t matter to me how she looked or whether or not she put on a few pounds in the last month.

So, when you read an article that says love and attraction start in the sex organ between the ears, believe it. Sure, physical attraction matters, but what is physically attractive varies like color in the rainbow from person to person.

“Ahhhhhh, oh, yes,” she scream as I finally let go and came inside her. I could feel my cum run down the length of my cock as she continued her up and down motion. She felt it too and it seemed to make her grind harder and harder into me as she tried more and more to get the full length of my cock inside her before I felt the lips of her pussy wrapped around my cock with such force that I thought for a moment I might fill her up again. But three was the magic number tonight, as she rolled off of me and onto her back next me on the bed.

With her legs still spread, she rubbed her finger up and down the length of her cum covered pussy lips that prevented the remainder of my cum from spilling out of her and onto the mattress.

“Hmmm, ahhhhh.” She moaned as her finger rubbed her clit and then darted inside her wet pussy only to be immediately drawn back out, covered with cum wihich she used as lube on her swollen clit.

“You must have liked it?” I asked as I rolled over onto my side and started to suck on her nipples, getting in her in the mood for the fourth round.

“Hmmm, yes,” she replied, eyes closed as she continued to rub her clit in a circular motion. “You’re a heavy cummer, I like that. Not bad for a single nights work.”

“Well, I hope you don’t think we’re done, here. I’m just warming up. I ate my Wheaty’s this morning and drank lots of water. This hose is still needing to put out more fires – or start more.” I said, getting up on my knees and taking my erect cock in my right hand, showing her that I was ready to go.

“But first I need to, ah. . .” I said as I scooted down further on the bed, spreader her legs and licking up the cum that was still oozing out her pussy and lathering up her clit with it.

So thanks to all the new visitors and to the old, die hard ones as well.

Until the next post, remember, keep your mind in the gutter, life is more exciting with some gutter-imagination.

“I’m not on the pill.” She said, me still inside her, my balls smashed against her backside, wanting to be even deeper insider her.

She didn’t sound upset at the fact that despite keeping my promise I stilled filled her pussy with my cum. After months of convincing, she finally allowed me to enter her bareback, but only under strict instructions that I not cum inside her.

“I know. . . I’m sorry, it just felt so good and the moment I was outside of you, I wanted to be back in.” I said, out of breath, eyes half closed as I gently rock back and forth, my cock still rock hard.

“Are you mad?” I asked timidly.

“I don’t know, I’ll tell you later. Right now, you feel so good inside me that I can’t be mad at anything.” She replied in a soft voice, obviously enjoying the sensation of my warmth inside her.

So lets be honest ladies, the tittie fucking, the cameltoe sliding, and my personal favorite, sticking a lollipop inside a pussy and swirling it around and then enjoying the sweet taste of it, are all things that turn you on just as much as it does us.

I knew it!

My answer to this question is yes, I have faked it. But not because I wasn’t aroused, I mean, c’mon, I was hard and nuts deep in it, but I had to fake it because my special lady friend I was with at the time, quite frankly, couldn’t get enough and the well was literally dry. It just one of those things. The more a guy cums in a given day not only does it get harder to do so time after time, but it takes longer as well – cumming that is. The benefit for a me, at least, is that if I can cum just one more time, even though I have to work at it, it progressively feels better and better. In this particular instance – the fifth or sixth time in a twelve hour period – there was just nothing left, God knows I tried. If anything, the feeling of warm pussy lips wrapped around my cock is enough to want to make me try again.

Apparently her well was bottomless.

The upside being that the sex lasts longer, because I am trying for all the world to blow my wad. But when I felt her honey dew dripping down onto my balls as she lets out an ear shattering moan and my orgasm is nowhere on the horizon, I knew our journey had come to an end.

I made a my typical here I cum face, grunted, slammed my cock in a deep as I could go and enjoyed the satisfied look on her face. After all, the next best thing to getting off yourself, is seeing my special lady friend getting off, maybe it’s even the best part of sex.

I remember this day quite clearly as being one of those that I can only wish was repeated day-after-day, for on this day and the particular instance that I described above was not the last time that we had sex. On the next go around, however, I explained to her that the very thought of her naked was enough to get me hard, but there simply was no more gas left in the tank. With a smile she told me that I better hydrant myself, because tomorrow was a new day. Then as she started to walk away I grabbed her form behind, laid her down on the bed and ate her pussy like I had never eat pussy before. Looking back I think that this was the day that I really started to enjoy eating pussy. The taste of my cum oozing out from inside her mixed along with hers was, well. . . delicious

Also, I was a little frustrated to see that my daily hits had plunged to almost nothing after enjoying sometimes almost a hundred hits a day – I think I was finally discovered by WordPress. But no worries, I have the devoted few fans out there that I can share my naughty fantasies with.

Anyway, I’m back and will be adding more in the coming days. In the meantime check out these other blogs that have brought many joyous reads into my daily cycle along with some raging hard-ons.

http://sexnlovebites.wordpress.com

http://oceangirl93003.wordpress.com/

As the haze before my eyes starts to clear and I come too, realizing that I am in my cubical, fantasing about fucking the women two offices down from me, the women who just happened to walk by no less then a minute before, her hips swaying back and forth in a way that just screamed fuck me, I am suddenly awakened to the fact that she is standing at her office door, seductively looking over her shoulder, giving me a look that hints that she knows exactly what I was thinking.

“Ah, Jimmy, can I see you a moment – in my office?” She says, beckoning me to come to her office with her index finger in a way you would imagine a character from a Henry Miller novel trying seduce one of her Johns.

At first I think about how I didn’t hear her correctly. She speaks with a Latin accent, and maybe she said something else? Did she ask if I saw somsing I like?

I nod my head yes, as I get up and walk over to where she was standing at her office door.

“Come, come,” she says as she sits down at her desk, taking a moment longer to cross her legs then normal, giving me a brief window to view her white cotton panties. “Close the door, we need to talk in private.”

Without a word I agree, allowing the door to close to a barely audible clicking of the lock.

Between the time it takes me to close the door and turn back around to face her sitting there behind her desk, a thought accures to me that this is not good. She was not my boss, but still she was a boss. Maybe she didn’t like the way that I starred at her ever time she walked by my cubicle. Maybe she could feel my eyes undressing her or feel my tongue gently rubbing against her clit.

“Sit,” she says, and I sit, taking the second of the two chairs in her office and the one closest to the wall. “Do you know why you are here?”

Again, I can barely understand her through her accent, and for a moment I thought she asked if I wanted her right here.

I shake my head no.

“Pete didn’t talk to you?”

Again, I shake my head no.

“I have a problem, Jimmy. My home computer does not work, and Pete told me maybe you could come by and fix it.”

I nod my head yes and let out a barely audible “sure” as she gets up and walks around her desk to sit in the chair next to me.

“I cannot pay you, Jimmy, but maybe we can work out some other arrangement.” With that she put her hand on my thigh, high enough up that I briefly feel the tip of her index finger rub up against my left nut.

Unable able to speak, I nod my head and mouth the word OK.