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Aerobics Class

5/11/2008

There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year oldinsecurity
and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the restof the
aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiatedfrom
my bad knee -- neither sensation was particularly noticablecompared
to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of mylabored
breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on myfeet
and moving.


I could tell that the instructor was watching me, waiting
for me to collapse -- or perhaps trying to figure outwhat
I was doing in her class. It wasn't an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should
havebeen in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some
structuredexercise -- no one told me what I was getting
into, or, moreprobably, I wasn't paying attention.
Now, I was too proud toadmit that I was in a little over my
head. Yes, the instructor, a rather nicely put together
brunette who appeared to be about 19or 20, was definitely
looking at me. Locking down my newly discovered determination(developed
after months of intense therapy -- more on that laterif
it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doingquite
as much as my classmates and eventually made it through
thesession without a miocardial infarction.


After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked rightup
to me as I was headed for the showers.


"You're John, aren't you?" she asked.



"That's me all right." What a clever response,
Ithought. "I suppose you're wondering what
a blimp like me isdoing in your class, eh?"


"No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you'redoing
in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Areyou busy
right now?"


"No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was justplanning
to go home and collapse, " I said, laughing.


She laughed too. "Well, if you could put offcollapsing
for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup ofcoffee at
Perkins (tm)."


"Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and
outof shape students?"


"No, not usually, but something tells me I should
havea cup with you."


I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I canstop
right here and explain that. For those waiting for thejuicy
sex scene, wait a little while and I will try to make itworth
it for you to keep reading.


If you'll recall, I said at the top that I was 40. An18
year marriage collapsed under me a year earlier. My fault
--I never dealt with my father's alcoholism and its
effects on me. Denial was a way of life. I became more and
more unrelatable tomy wife and my two kids. Alcohol is only
one escape from life. There are many others. Food was one
of mine. My divorce was areal wake up call. I nearly lost
my job and everything else inmy life without dealing with
my problems, but when I lost myfamily, well, that was something
that really got to me.


I got into therapy and began to deal with all thethings going
on inside my head. But I still wasn't intorelationships.
Too many wounds, many self inflicted, had left myheart
encased in some pretty tough scar tissue. That's why
Ihesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa's invitation.



"Sure. Sounds great. I'll meet you in the lobby
in 15minutes."


Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look prettymuch
the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at theback
of the resturant. Small talk ensues.


"You said you knew why I took your class, " I
said, byway of transition to the real reason we were here,
"What did youmean by that?"


"You're trying to prove something to yourself.
Recoveryour lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were
young andin shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture
that."


"I've lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think
so?"


"I know who you are. My sister took a college coursefrom
you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar
toyou, though you couldn't place me. I know a little
bit aboutwhat's been going on in your life. Your divorce,
for instance."


"I'd be careful with that if I were you. It's
still atouchy subject for me." I gave her a moment
to digest that. "SoI want to recapture my youth. I
didn't think 40 was all thatold, compared let's
say, to 80. Let's assume for the moment thatyou are
right. So what."


"It's the wrong reason for you to be in the class.
Youdon't belong in this group anyway - - I checked at
the desk andthey put you in this class by mistake - - you should
be doinglower impact aerobics until you work yourself
back into some sortof shape."


"So, what would you consider a good reason for me totake
your class?"


"Because you want to sleep with the instructor."



She said it with a straight face. I'm sure my chindropped
all the way to my chest before I recovered my composure.
I started to laugh, thinking that she was joking, and was
cut offin mid gufaw by the serious look on her face.


"You're kidding, right?"


"No, I'm not. There's only one way you're
going to getthrough this class, John, and I'm telling
you what it is. You'regoing to have to believe that
when it's all over, there's goingto be a reward."



"I'm a little confused." Wow, what a master
ofunderstatement.


She smiled. I'm sure that I was red as a beet. I wasembarassed
and very close to getting angry with her. If this wassome
sort of elaborate tease, it was a cruel one for sure.


"That's true enough. Most men are. Tell me, how
longhas it been since you felt attractive?"


Well. That certainly caught me by surprise. To behonest,
I don't know if I've ever felt attractive. Notphysically
anyway. Growing up I had some real conflicting needs- -
the need for attention, yet wanting to blend in to thebackground.
I wanted people to be close to, but I wouldn't letthem
in. That's probably why my marriage failed - - my wife
couldnever get inside of my head because I wouldn't
let her. Somesort of trust thing. Well, anyway, I had to
come up with somesort of answer....


"A while." Wow, another pithy comment.


"I thought so. Did you know that when you were mysister's
teacher in college that she had the hots for yousomething
fierce?"


"No way!" I remember my ex-wife warning me about
allthe coeds who would get the hots for me and try to 'make
thegrade' so to speak. I used to laugh, point at myself,
and say, "Yeah, right. Just look at me, Joe Stud."



"She did. She used to tell me about it all the time.
The only reasons she didn't hit on you then were that
you weremarried at the time and she knew what kind of negative
effectteacher-student relationships can have on faculty
members. Butshe used to tell me her fantasies, and believe
me, she was hotfor you. By the way, if you ever tell her I told
you this, I'llkill you."


"That's incredible. But what's the point?"



"The point, John, is that you are trying to makeyourself
physically appealing because that's what you think
allwomen want. And the reason you think that way is that
that'swhat men look for in a woman. Admit it. If I were
40 poundsoverweight you and I would not be having this conversation
wouldwe?"


"If you were 40 pounds overweight, you wouldn't
be anaerobics instructor, either, but yes, I guess you're
right. So?"


"Some women are turned on by a man's personality, believe
it or not, and can even overlook some pretty majorphysical
flaws. Ever wonder why Christie Brinkley married BillyJoel?"



"So, are you trying to tell me that I turn you on, somehow,
right now even though I look more like Dom Deluise thanBurt
Reynolds?"


"Not quite. But my sister and I are a lot alike. Ithink
that if I spent some time with you, I could become veryattracted
to you. One thing you should realize is that a lot ofthose
blow dried body building types are so stuck on themselvesthat
they make lousy lovers. Other kinds of guys, more like you, are
more attentive to their partner's needs and can actually
bemore satisfying sexually."


I was flattered to say the least. My self esteem wasgrowing
by leaps and bounds. But I was waiting for the othershoe
to drop. No, sir. This wasn't going to be happening
theway it looked. No beautiful female like the one sitting
acrossthe table was going to get the hots for me all of a sudden.
Andeven if she did, I was sure that it would be a shortrelationship,
particularly when she got a load of my lack ofstaying power
-- though if she liked getting head, it might makeup for
it -- I'm very good at that.


"But, (here it comes, I thought) there's a catch."



"I knew it."


"You do need to get into shape, and not just so you'llbe
some sexy middle aged stud either, " she laughed,
taking thesting out of the jibe, "but for your health.
And, by the way, being in shape will make you a better lover
to boot. So, here'swhat I'm proposing. You attend
my class regularly -- but don'ttry to keep up with everyone,
just go your own pace -- and dosomething about your food
intake, and I think you'll start to seesome results.
It might help to do nautilus along with theaerobics to shape
your body a little as you take the weight off. Now, the good
part. I am confident that if you work at it, youcan get to
where you want to be, physically, in about six months. Between
now and then, we'll keep meeting for coffee and gettingto
know one another a little better. If you've been faithful
tothe physical regime for six months and make your goal
weight (Ihad told her it was 200 lbs even) you and I will spend
a weekendat a cabin I inherited from my grandparents. It's
in a verysecluded location on a beautiful lake not far from
here."


Incentive? This had to be it. I agreed to her terms. Hell,
even if I didn't end up making love to her, I would be
insomewhat better shape then I was right now. But it was
going tobe a long six months.


PART TWO


That conversation happened six months ago. Throughsome
changes in my nutritional habits and the physical effortrequired
by my aerobics class and daily walks of about 5 miles orso
(along with some nautilus sessions two or three times perweek),
I have achieved my goal weight and I am in the best shapeof
my adult life.


Believe it or not, after the first few sessions, Ibegan
to enjoy the aerobics workouts for their own sake, ratherthan
just because I thought I might get into the instructor'spants.
Over the three month period we occasionally went out forcoffee
after a workout session, but the subject of her cabin inthe
woods and what we might do there did not come up for furtherdiscussion.



That's why I was kind of surprised when I opened mymail
today. There was a card with a note inside and a map. Thenote
said "Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor" (which
also happensto be the title of my favorite 'Moody Blues'
album) and it wassigned "Your Breathless With Anticipation
Aerobics Instructor". The map showed the route to
a lake near the city where I live. There were written instructions
on the back of the map.


I laughed. She hadn't been kidding. I threw somethings
into a duffle bag and headed for the lake.


It was a beautiful drive. Early June in our part ofthe world
can either be great or horrible. This had been a greatJune
so far and it promised to be a great weekend to be at thelake.
I couldn't have cared less about the weather, though, since
I planned on spending most of my time indoors.


I was a little nervous. I hadn't been intimate with
awoman other than my wife since 1973 and she was the only
one withwhom I had ever had sexual intercourse. I may not
have been veryrelatable, but I was definitely monogomous.
So, I didn't knowhow things were going to go, and I really
wanted to please Lisa.


Following the instructions on the back of the map, Isoon
found my way up the long winding drive to the top of thehill
overlooking the lake where Lisa's "cabin"
was. Some cabin. Three bedrooms, including a master suite
with a jacuzzi on a deckoverlooking the lake. Big living
room with a field stone fireplace. Lots of comfortable
looking furniture and hardwoodfloors. Lots of glass facing
the lake. Large boathouse withwhat appears to be living
quarters above. Space for two or threeboats. One, a large
inboard is tied up to the dock.


Lisa came out to meet me when I pulled up to the carport. She
looked great in a pair of shorts and a halter top. Afive foot
nine inch vision of firm, healthy flesh topped withthat
beautiful brown hair (you can have your blondes -- I'lltake
brunettes every time).


"You made it! I wasn't sure you'd come."



She ran over to my side of the car and grabbed me in abig hug
as soon as I got out.


"Who could resist an invitation like that? Of course
Icame."


"I'm glad. This has been a long six months for
me."


"Oh? Why?"


"While you've been dieting and exercising,
I've beencompletely celibate. I haven't even
masturbated."


I was a little startled by this admission, masturbationnot
usually being a subject I discuss with women.


"What about you?"


"Lisa, if you're serious about going through
with thisreward thing, you'll be the second woman
to whom I've made lovein my lifetime, and since I outgrew
masturbation about the sametime my voice changed for good,
I'd say that I'm in about thesame shape as you."



"Good. Now, give me that bag and I'll show youinside."



She gave me a quick tour of the place, ending back inthe living
room. The mid afternoon sun was shining through thepine
trees making dancing patterns on the living room floor.
Lisa was holding both of my hands in hers and we were facing
eachother in front of the fire place. By mutual consent
and withoutwords we moved together. My arms went around
her waist and herswent around mine. Our mouths met in a light
kiss -- just lipcontact. Her perfume, light and sweet but
not overpowering, cameup to greet me.


"You smell delicious, " I murmured into her
ear.


"You smell like a man. A man that I very much want tomake
love to right now."


Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss, our
tongues beginning to dance with one another, probing, piercing,
licking. Our bodies pressed together. I could feelher
breasts pressing against me. I know she had to be able tofeel
my erect member pressing against her.


The kiss finally broke. She disengaged herself from myembrace
and began to walk out of the room. I followed. Withinmoments
we were in the master suite, standing by the king sizebed,
embracing once more.


I found the tie at the back of her halter top anduntied it.
She backed away and allowed it to fall to the floorin front
of her, barring her breasts to me for the first time. Imoaned
with lust at their beauty. This was no frustratedanorexic
exercise freak. This was a healthy adult woman whorespected
her body enough to take care of it and who also had agreat
body to begin with.


Her breasts were perfect. They projected straight outfrom
her chest without any hint of sag. While obviously wellsupported
by underlying muscle, they were not the breasts of abody
builder. Her light brown areolae were capped with nippleswhich
stood out from the surrounding flesh like the tips of smallfingers.



She allowed my inspection to continue for a fewmoments,
and then, "My turn, " she said, pulling my t-shirt
out ofmy jeans and over my head. We embraced once more, each
gaspingas our flesh met skin to skin for the first time.
Her nipples, hardened with arousal, dug into my flesh
like two points offlame. We kissed again and my hands were
all over her back, stroking, kneading, caressing.


I worked my hands down under the waistband of hershorts
and discovered that she was wearing no panties. I cuppedher
ass cheeks, enjoying the firm, yet feminine texture. Her
assmuscles clenched and unclenched as she ground herself
against myerection which was almost painfully trapped
inside my jeans.


Pulling my mouth away from hers, I began to kiss herface
lightly and then her neck, gradually moving down to herupper
chest just to the point where her breasts began to slopeoutward.
She moaned with anticipation. My hands also movedlower,
taking her shorts down with them -- but slowly, teasingly.



I began to kiss the upper portion of her breasts, alternating
between each one, careful to avoid her nipples whichlooked
like they might burst at any second. Meanwhile, my handshad
pushed Lisa's shorts below her knees and they fell
to thefloor. She quickly stepped out of them.


My hands, now free to roam where they would began tolightly
explore everything within reach while my mouth continuedto
teasingly caress Lisa's lovely tits. Her own hands
came upand cupped her swollen globes from underneath,
offering the erecttips for my oral inspection. Not wanting
to frustrate her morethan was necessary, I accepted her
offer.


Mouth, tongue, light nips with the inscisors, gentlesqueezing
from my hands, I worked on her breasts for severalminutes
until I felt Lisa take my head in her hands and pull meback
up.


"Enough, " she gasped, her voice husky with
her passion, "I don't think I can stand up for
much longer."


Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed, pulling
me with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undidthe
belt and then the buttons. Her hands were shaking and shehad
some trouble with them, but I decided to let her do it on herown.
She pushed the jeans to my ankles. I stepped out of them.
My erection, barely contained by my shorts, was now right
infront of her face.


Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked herfingers
inside the waistband of my jockeys. In another momentthey
joined my jeans by the side of the bed. Her hands flew tomy
cock, grasping it firmly, squeezing and pumping -- seeminglymeasuring
its length and thickness, testing the firmness of mymaleness.



Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and sheslowly moved
her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She beganto lick
the glistning discharge, obviously relishing its saltytaste
and slimy texture.


"Beautiful, " she whispered.


Without another word she slipped the head of my cockinto
her warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing thesensitive
flesh on the underside of my cockhead, then moving allaround
to provide a slick coat of saliva.


Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed mycock
from her mouth and began licking it all over. Her righthand
squeezed my shaft firmly and rythmicly while her left handgently
caressed my secret sack.


The combination of her lips, tongue, mouth, and handssoon
had me breathing hard, but I knew that there was no dangerof
me ejaculating any time soon just from this, pleasant thoughit
was. I felt that it was time to move on to other things. She
could suck me off later if she wanted, but first, I wanted
ataste of what was hidden within her jade gate.


I placed my hands on her head and pulled her face upfor a kiss.
Her sweet mouth was now flavored by my pre-cum andthe musk
which naturally occurs on and near the male genitalia.
We were both breathing rather hard.


"Lisa, you have given me so much in the past fewmonths,
and now here we are, right where you promised we wouldbe.
I want to give you something special. Please lie back onthe
bed and relax. And don't be afraid to tell me what youwant."



"All right, John, " she smiled as she followed
myinstructions, displaying herself provocatively on
the large bed. I took a moment to drink in the sight. She looked
so beautifullaying there, anticipating what I might do
next. She hadobviously been getting a little sun, and she
must not have hadmuch for a bikini, judging from the tan
lines and the nearlycomplete lack of hair at the junction
of her thighs. My heartwas in my throat as I crawled up on
the bed next to her.


Peformance anxiety? I'll say. I wanted so much forthis
scene to be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily, I
remembered the mental exercises which I had learned in
therapyand quickly regained control of myself, all the
while lightlycaressing Lisa's flawless skin in a
seemingly random way. Herbody trembled slightly at my
touch and a small moan escaped herlips as my hands reached
the swell of her breasts and lingeredthere a moment lightly
teasing the swollen buds which crownedthem.


She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighstogether.
I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakableodor
of a female in heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to astarving
man the scent drew me, but I resisted. It would be tooeasy
to just spread her legs and dive in, satisfying my cravingfor
pussy juice, and probably giving her a good climax as well, but
I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick cum forboth
of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given
meback my self respect and I wanted to make this special
for her.


I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side ofher shoulders,
and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as avery gentle
oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing, probing.
Gradually it deepened and I felt her arms encircle myback,
her hands pulling me down until I was laying half on thebed
and half on top of her. It was a long, deep, wet kiss -- thekind
Kevin Costner talked about in "Bull Durham"
-- and it lasteduntil we both had to come up for air.


But I didn't stop kissing her, I just quit kissing hermouth.
My lips and tongue were busy all over her face, givingher
little, quick, light kisses and then moving on to kiss andlick
the soft skin of her lovely neck. I could feel her pulsethrobbing
just beneath her skin and I imagined for a moment thatI was
a vampire, about to dine on the rich life giving bloodsurging
through her veins.


I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving herhair
aside to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Herbreathing
and the low cooing and occasional gasps told me I wason the
right track. I've never known a woman for which the
backof the neck is not a major league erogenous zone, and
kissing orlicking this area has never failed as a foreplay
technique, forme anyway, your mileage may vary.


My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail acrossher
perfect skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leavingtheir
own shining evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed, kissed,
licked, and caressed every square inch of her back anddown
her sides, even to those portions of her breasts which wereexposed
in this position.


As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legsslightly,
as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready toquit teasing
and so I lightly glided over those splendid moundsand concentrated
on completely covering first one and then theother leg
with kisses from thigh to toe and back again, spendinga
particularly long, and for her excruciating, time on thesensitive
skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to humpthe bed,
attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubicmound
into the matress. Her musk was a rich perfume whichsaturated
the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me toits
source. I moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of
herthighs and the closer I came to their junction, the wider
Lisaspread her legs, and the more of her powerful scent
was released. This made it difficult to resist simply crawling
up between herlegs and shoving my trembling cock deep into
her sopping slit. Iwas intent, however, on tasting her
first, and so I locked downmy control and continued working
my lips and tongue up the insideof first one thigh and then
the other, until I had placed wet, sloppy kisses in the
crease on either side of her hot, pulsatingmound.


Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, shelet
out a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I foundthese
little sounds incredibly arousing -- maybe it was a powerthing,
or maybe it was just knowing that she was taking pleasurefrom
something I had done, but it was a powerful aphrodisiac
nonethe less.


Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered inanticipation
as I held it over the slowly opening lips of herpussy. My
breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly - - Ithen
inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerfulfeminine
odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to hermolten
center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hardand
erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of herslit.
Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juicesglistening
on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, andcreating
a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating thesurface
of her crinkled brown asshole. At last, I could resist no
longer, and my tongue beganto tenderly probe the delicate
folds of her sex. She moanedloudly at the contact, and I
moaned too, at the heat and taste ofher. I was going to make
a gormet meal of this beautiful woman'spussy, displayed
so marvelously before me. But I did have sometable manners,
and so I did not just dive in and begin devouringher like
some barbarian savage -- though my lust crazed brain wasurging
just such a course. The time for devouring would come, but
for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were adelicate
flower, needing special, loving, care.


My tongue lingered on each surface it touched, carefully
tracing the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbinggently,
yet insistently, on the smooth skin between the major andminor
folds. She tasted wonderful, like no woman I had ever hadbefore.
I carefully avoided her clitoris for the time being, concentrating
on exploring all of the other interesting areas ofher slit
first.


She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayedthis
enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds
shemade as I found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips.
Shewanted more, and she reached down and grabbed the backs
of herknees, pulling them up to her chest and then spreading
them wide, opening herself completly to my hungry gaze.



My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up intoher
juicy hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into mywaiting
mouth. All subtlty was forgotten now as I gorged myselfon
Lisa's beautiful pussy. My hands were under her buttocks
now, pulling her up to my face, not that she wasn't
thrusting thereanyhow, but this way, I was able to control
her movements andmaintain contact. My mouth was everywhere
in her crotch. Sucking her large outer lips between my own
and lashing them withmy tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue
across her now distendedclit, working over the top of her
mound with my mouth. Iestablished no pattern in my attack,
and so she did not achievethe rhythm necessary for an orgasm.
This was all a little bit ofa tease on my part, but I knew that
she would quickly climax onceI really set out to produce
one for her, and so I kept up myonslaught. Looking up, through
the V of her slit, I saw Lisagrasping her tits, squeezing
the nipples until I thought they'dpop right off her
chest. She was moaning and thrashing in mygrip.


"Make me cum...please...make me cum, baby...I need
itsoooo bad..." she moaned.


Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip ofmy tongue
directly on her clitoris and began to shake my headfrom
side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only muchfaster.
I knew that I couldn't keep this up too long withoutgetting
extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just aboutguaranteed
to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I wasright
on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heardLisa's
low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edgeof
the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and
herhands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted
likeshe wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept
my tonguemoving on Lisa's clit as much as I could and
she continued toclimax for a number of minutes.


Finally, she pushed me away.


"Enough, " she gasped, "I can't
take any more."


I crawled up between her legs, my face right in frontof hers,
and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test ofsorts.
Some women don't mind if you go down on them, as long
asyou don't try to kiss them afterwards (unless you
wash your faceand brush your teeth). Lisas was not like
this, and her lipsopened under mine, her tongue searching
for her own unique flavoron my mouth. She cleaned my face
of her spend, and smiled weaklyup at me, her breath still
coming in little, gasping, sobs.


"God, John. No one's ever done that to me before.
Notlike that, anyway."


I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I likeit
better than any other part of sex. Well, almost.


"You're welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasureto
give you that experience."


I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me sothat we
were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine andpressed
her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (anddripping)
cock.


"Hmmmm. What have we here, " she said, grinning
at meand reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. "I
think he'slonely, and needs someplace warm and wet
to play in, don't you?"


She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she wason top
of me. I felt her hands between us again as shepositioned
the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. She
gave a little push downward with her hips and the headslipped
inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had itall.



I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet, grip.
The interior of her sex was like a strong hand whichsqueezed
every square inch of the surface of my cock. She heldme there,
her eyes closed as she too was affected by thesensations
of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulledher knees
up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atopmy
pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on everydown
stroke.


She was in no hurry, having just completed a massiveseries
of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in thewonderful
feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa's beautifulbody.



From this position it was a simple matter for me toreach
up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to herdelight.
My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toyingwith
the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawingher
down so that I could reach these graciously formed melonswith
my worshiping lips.


With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reachdown
and grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I justcouldn't
believe that such a beautiful woman was riding my cock.
I felt like all the Christmas mornings I could remember
allrolled into one. I gripped her ass and started lifting
her upand down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck, driving
myhips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into
me. Wewere both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers
soughtthe crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the
wrinkledrosebud of her back door. She instantly relaxed
the powerfulsphincter and my finger sunk inside to the
second knuckle.


"Yessss, " she gasped, "play with my
ass, baby."


Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began tostroke
my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts ofmy
cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in myballs,
moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasmapproached.



Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp downaround
my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of herspasms
hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelledout
loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torentof
my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rodeout
the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she restedherself
on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and thegratitude
we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we hadjust
shared.


We must have dozed off in that position, because I wokeup
a while later with her still perched on top of me. My nowshrunken
cock had slipped out of her. My crotch was covered withthe
sticky combination of my cum, which had leaked from her,
andher own sweet juices. A shower was in order, and I smiled
at thethought of sharing a shower with Lisa.


I kissed her lightly on the lips, which caused her tocome
awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sight of me layingunderneath
her. She smiled, dreamily, and kissed me back.


"Have a nice nap, " I enquired?


"Mmmm, yes, " she purred.


She rolled off of me and stretched out on the bed. That sight
was almost enough to bring my cock back to fullattention.
She looked down at the mess at my crotch and shebegan to laugh.



"What a mess you are. Let's get into the shower
andclean up a little. Then, it's time to eat...I think
we'll needthe food to keep our energy up, don't
you?"


Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn't
bevery long before we were back in her bedroom again, doing
ourimpression of mink in heat.


TO BE CONTINUED--ΓΏ

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Fantastic. This is true caring, not just a wild fuck! I wonder
how many of us have this sort of relationship?

5/12/2008

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The most beautifully written story I have read in a long
while.

5/12/2008