Sunday, April 8, 2012
Friday, October 29, 2010
French Sex Lessons
It was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive than the others with her long blonde hair, large breasts, sparkling eyes behind her black rimmed glasses, and most of all her sexy French accent, I was still not too keen to meet her. But it was too late, she had spotted me, and it would be rude to try and escape.
"Hi Jack," she said, her soft continental purr already sending shivers down my spine, "How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks Mrs. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to get away as fast as possible without being impolite.
"You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered my parking ticket's going to run out in five minutes... Hey, would you like to come over for some drinks? I'd love to hear more about what you've been up to at university."
"Well, I don't know..."
"Oh, if you've got other things to do, I don't mind, it's just that I like to hear from my ex-pupils. And John, you know, my husband, is away for two weeks, so I would like the company, just for an hour or so, and I can drop you home later."
"Yeah, OK," I said, realising I had nothing better to do, and that I actually quite enjoyed her company. So together we ran to the car park, and once in the car continued our conversation from before, it was almost like talking to one of my friends. The drive didn't seem to take very long, as she pulled up in front of a fairly small modern house, announcing that we'd arrived. I followed her inside, noticing how clean and tidy and uncluttered it was compared to our house, just a few pictures and photos on the walls with one or two ornaments, as she led me into the living room and invited me to sit down on the pale beige sofa.
"What would you like to drink?" she said. "I'm not your teacher anymore, so I can offer you alcohol. How about a beer?"
"A beer would be fine thanks," I replied, and couldn't help staring at her behind as she walked away into the kitchen, the thin material of her skirt not doing much to conceal its shape. Taking advantage of her being out of the room, I rearranged myself so that if I did get an erection it would be easier to hide, as that was the last thing I wanted to happen, and tried to force myself to stop thinking that way to avoid embarrassment, although that was proving more or less impossible. Only seconds after I'd rearranged myself, Chantelle returned with two glasses of beer, handing one to me, and then sitting down only an inch or so from me with hers, and once again we resumed talking.
This time though, I soon found it a bit harder to feel quite so at ease, as she twisted around to face me, one knee bent up on the sofa and brushing against my thigh slightly, while she supported her head on her elbow resting on the back, and her breasts thrust seductively towards me. I concentrated on my beer, getting more and more nervous, and so drinking much quicker than normal, making the small amount of alcohol go to my head far more than it would normally, doing my best to hide the hard-on that was growing in my trousers. When I'd finished my glass and was beginning to wonder how I could politely ask to go home, I felt the back of her hand on my cheek, gently turning me to face her.
"Jack," she said, her voice a little more husky than usual, and her accent a little stronger, and her pretty grey-blue eyes fixed on mine through her specs, "I'm not your teacher anymore, so I hope you don't mind me saying this: ever since you first walked into my classroom three years ago, you... you made my feel, well, horny!" My mouth dropped open a little, gawping like an idiot. "It was silly I know, you were my pupil, so I had to ignore, to suppress it. But now..." She leaned further forward, her nose almost touching mine, and whispered: "Now I can have you."
Her lips pushed against mine, and to my astonishment I felt myself kissing back. She took my glass from my unresisting hands, and as her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, she brought my right hand up and placed it on one of her large, firm breasts, squeezing it tight over it, then leaning closer, still kissing me, putting one arm around my waist while her other hand stroked the back of my head. This was all such a surprise, a completely unreal and dreamlike situation, that I just let myself go, kissing back and feeling her tits, giving control over to her and my instincts, so much that when she sat back and pulled my head into her cleavage, instructing me to suck her nipples, I didn't hesitate, and set about unbuttoning her blouse. There was a slight delay as I fumbled around the back of her bra, but I soon discovered that the clasp was at the front, and released her beautiful shapely D cups, and started gently licking and kissing the surface,
intending to work up to the nipples.
"Oh, no Jack, not like that," Chantelle told me. "I want you to suck them hard! Be rough with me, my husband is the one who does the tender loving."
Getting more turned on by the minute, I obeyed, and sucked as hard as I could, feeling them become firmer and more erect in my mouth, all the time squeezing whichever one my mouth was not attending to with my spare hand, getting rougher as she instructed, and my own erection getting harder each time she gasped exclamations in French between orders. After a few minutes, she pushed me back against the sofa and straddled my lap, tugging at my top and telling me to lift my arms up, which I did a little reluctantly, as I was a bit insecure about my skinny chest, but once it was bare she made no comment, but just kissed her way down it, sliding smoothly back off my lap to between my legs and began unzipping my flies.
"Mmm, Jack," she said, lifting her head up to look at me through her glasses once she had my erect dick in her hand. "It's as good as I imagined! I've been waiting for this moment since I first saw you get a stiffy in class."
With that she licked her long red tongue up the shaft, and I had to look away to stop it all ending there and then, feeling her circle the ridge slowly and then the damp heat of her mouth as she took me inside. Not bothering with much sensuousness, Mrs. Woodcock bobbed up and down sucking until I was as hard as I could possibly be. She pulled back and stood up, taking off her skirt and slipping out of her panties, throwing them aside to reveal her pussy shaved completely bald then, still in her black heeled shoes and open blouse, she straddled my lap once again. I put my hands on her waist, and she pushed them down to her butt, then with one hand on my shoulder to steady herself she used the other to hold my erect cock in position as she slid slowly down on it.
Chantelle must have been thirty-five or thirty-six years old when this happened, so you can imagine she was not tight like a virgin or anything like that. She was also really very wet, which was a blessing as she began fucking me really very hard, telling me to thrust up harder and harder, her large breasts shaking and bouncing off each other right in front of my face. After a few minutes she shifted sideways, pulling me with her, so that I was on top, thrusting in and out of her as fast as I could whilst doing my best to stop an orgasm building too soon. So I could thrust deeper, she pulled her legs up so her shoes were above her head, and began fingering her clit, her moaning rendering her instructions to be fucked harder more and more incoherent.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Mrs. Woodcock, I mean Chantelle," I gasped when I sensed things getting close to out of my control.
"Not yet Jack," she replied immediately, and pushed me away. "Use your mouth and fingers, I've got more for you to do yet."
Obediently I got down on my knees and began lapping at her slick wet slit, following her instructions and moving up it to lick her clit, which was swollen and easy to find. Making small, fast circles with my tongue, I pushed my right middle and forefinger inside her cunt, thrusting them in and out as I had been with my dick. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and maneuvered it around, positioning my finger inside her until I could feel a kind of small mound of flesh with my fingertips.
"Yeah, there, toy boy, just keep stroking that," she told me, and then grabbed my hair with both hands to hold me in place so I had no choice but to keep licking and sucking her clit.
Pushed even further into her pussy by her legs which had wrapped around my back, pressing my cheeks into her soft, slightly thick thighs, my soaked hand was pressed against the bottom of my chin and neck. Without warning, Chantelle thrust her hips forwards and let out a low moan, rising in volume into a yell, and then just as it changed into a series of strange sharp high-pitched yaps followed by more straining moans, hot liquid burst out from her, gushing over my fingers and streaming down my arm and over my chest.
Her arms were shaking but still pushing me into her crotch as she climaxed, so that my mouth slipped from her clitoris to her opening and I got a mouthful of what I soon realised were her juices (and not what I had at first feared), as I witnessed my first female ejaculation. It seemed to go on for well over a minute, maybe even more, the hot liquid gushing down my throat, but her grip gradually relaxed and I was able to breathe. I was about to pull back completely, but she kept hold of my hair and shook her head.
"Uh-uh," she said, still panting, "You keep eating me, mon chère, you keep eating your bitch of a French teacher until I say stop, you won't regret."
So continue to eat her out I did, being pushed down off her still hyper-sensitive clit to lap up the juices from her lips. Her hands moved to the top of my head and pushed me further and further down, until before I knew it my mouth was level with her tight puckered ass hole, and I tried to push myself away again.
"Non, non, non, non, non," she said, re-tightening her grip. "I want you to get my ass hole nice and wet so you can get inside."
Somewhat revolted, but incredibly turned on, I decided not to pass up a chance like that, and tentatively stuck out my tongue once again. Thankfully, she was very clean, so I gave in to my desires yet again and began circling her tight entrance, which was in actual fact already pretty wet from all the vaginal cum that had poured down over it. Chantelle began to get excited again, pushing my face into her so my nose was pressed in her moist vagina and my tongue slipped right inside her arse.
"Now listen Jack," she said after I'd been licking her anus for a good few minutes. "I'm going to let you fuck my arse now, but I want you to fuck me hard. I want to be slapped around and treated like a dirty whore, so don't hold back with your language or anything. Je veux sentir comme une pute, like a whore, OK?" I nodded, and she sat up and got off the sofa, removing her blouse so she was completely naked but for her shoes, getting down on her hands and knees. "Oh, one more thing Jack. I don't want you cumming inside me, I want you to do it in my mouth, that OK?"
"Yes, Chantelle," I replied, and then began testing her hole with my finger to see how tight she was.
She still hadn't loosened up too much, so I wet two of my fingers and pushed them inside, sliding them in and out of her hot arse, then squeezing another in and then another, keeping my dick hard with my other hand. Once her sphincter seemed sufficiently relaxed, I decided I'd better get down to business, so I spat a mouthful of saliva on to her rear entrance and spread it around, then did the same on my cock. I knelt up behind her slightly large, more mature, though certainly not flabby behind, and positioned myself. Pushing my hips forward whilst pressing down on my cock with my hand, I forced my way inside her, her sphincter tight around me and the saliva not quite enough to make it an easy entry, the friction making her scream out in a little pain, but she insisted I continue.
At first my strokes were slow and difficult, but it eventually became easier, and she yelled at me to go faster, so I sped up, and started to slap her arse cheeks, a little hesitantly to begin with, but as she moaned in pleasure I gained in confidence, spanking her harder and harder. Soon the air was thick with her cries and the loud smack of my hand on her now rosy buttocks, and I got more into my role, calling her a dirty whore as I slammed my dick up her anus.
"You're a filthy slut," I told her, leaning forward and pulling on her tied back hair, "Nothing but a cum dumpster."
She roared in delight, and reared up so I could squeeze her tits from behind, clamping one hand really tight on one and pinching the nipple hard while still slapping her behind, leaving the other breast to swing wildly from our body movements. I pushed her back down again, my hand on the side of her face, grinding the other cheek into the carpet as her hands were too occupied seeing to her clit to hold her up, knocking her glasses off centre.
There was only so much of this I could take, and I could feel an orgasm building that I wouldn't be able to contain this time, so I pulled her up by her hair once again, and withdrew completely. Letting her kneel up and lean back against the sofa I thrust my cock into her eager mouth, still holding her hair. The heat of her hot wet mouth with her tongue swirling over the head was too much for me, and I exploded almost immediately. This took her a little by surprise and she choked, dribbling semen down her chin and temporarily letting go of me, so the left lens and black frame of her glasses was made cloudy by the next squirt as I ejaculated in her face. She recovered quickly, and continued sucking, making me groan in ecstasy as she prolonged my orgasm for what seemed like an age, swallowing nearly everything. As I reached the end, I pulled out of her mouth and squeezed the last few drops of cum on to her large, beautiful breasts before she finished
licking it clean.
"Thanks Chantelle," I said after I regained myself, not knowing what else to say.
"It was a pleasure," she replied, a big smile on her dirty, plastered face. "In fact, now you've proved yourself, I was wondering... Would you like to stay the night?"
"Hi Jack," she said, her soft continental purr already sending shivers down my spine, "How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks Mrs. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to get away as fast as possible without being impolite.
"You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered my parking ticket's going to run out in five minutes... Hey, would you like to come over for some drinks? I'd love to hear more about what you've been up to at university."
"Well, I don't know..."
"Oh, if you've got other things to do, I don't mind, it's just that I like to hear from my ex-pupils. And John, you know, my husband, is away for two weeks, so I would like the company, just for an hour or so, and I can drop you home later."
"Yeah, OK," I said, realising I had nothing better to do, and that I actually quite enjoyed her company. So together we ran to the car park, and once in the car continued our conversation from before, it was almost like talking to one of my friends. The drive didn't seem to take very long, as she pulled up in front of a fairly small modern house, announcing that we'd arrived. I followed her inside, noticing how clean and tidy and uncluttered it was compared to our house, just a few pictures and photos on the walls with one or two ornaments, as she led me into the living room and invited me to sit down on the pale beige sofa.
"What would you like to drink?" she said. "I'm not your teacher anymore, so I can offer you alcohol. How about a beer?"
"A beer would be fine thanks," I replied, and couldn't help staring at her behind as she walked away into the kitchen, the thin material of her skirt not doing much to conceal its shape. Taking advantage of her being out of the room, I rearranged myself so that if I did get an erection it would be easier to hide, as that was the last thing I wanted to happen, and tried to force myself to stop thinking that way to avoid embarrassment, although that was proving more or less impossible. Only seconds after I'd rearranged myself, Chantelle returned with two glasses of beer, handing one to me, and then sitting down only an inch or so from me with hers, and once again we resumed talking.
This time though, I soon found it a bit harder to feel quite so at ease, as she twisted around to face me, one knee bent up on the sofa and brushing against my thigh slightly, while she supported her head on her elbow resting on the back, and her breasts thrust seductively towards me. I concentrated on my beer, getting more and more nervous, and so drinking much quicker than normal, making the small amount of alcohol go to my head far more than it would normally, doing my best to hide the hard-on that was growing in my trousers. When I'd finished my glass and was beginning to wonder how I could politely ask to go home, I felt the back of her hand on my cheek, gently turning me to face her.
"Jack," she said, her voice a little more husky than usual, and her accent a little stronger, and her pretty grey-blue eyes fixed on mine through her specs, "I'm not your teacher anymore, so I hope you don't mind me saying this: ever since you first walked into my classroom three years ago, you... you made my feel, well, horny!" My mouth dropped open a little, gawping like an idiot. "It was silly I know, you were my pupil, so I had to ignore, to suppress it. But now..." She leaned further forward, her nose almost touching mine, and whispered: "Now I can have you."
Her lips pushed against mine, and to my astonishment I felt myself kissing back. She took my glass from my unresisting hands, and as her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, she brought my right hand up and placed it on one of her large, firm breasts, squeezing it tight over it, then leaning closer, still kissing me, putting one arm around my waist while her other hand stroked the back of my head. This was all such a surprise, a completely unreal and dreamlike situation, that I just let myself go, kissing back and feeling her tits, giving control over to her and my instincts, so much that when she sat back and pulled my head into her cleavage, instructing me to suck her nipples, I didn't hesitate, and set about unbuttoning her blouse. There was a slight delay as I fumbled around the back of her bra, but I soon discovered that the clasp was at the front, and released her beautiful shapely D cups, and started gently licking and kissing the surface,
intending to work up to the nipples.
"Oh, no Jack, not like that," Chantelle told me. "I want you to suck them hard! Be rough with me, my husband is the one who does the tender loving."
Getting more turned on by the minute, I obeyed, and sucked as hard as I could, feeling them become firmer and more erect in my mouth, all the time squeezing whichever one my mouth was not attending to with my spare hand, getting rougher as she instructed, and my own erection getting harder each time she gasped exclamations in French between orders. After a few minutes, she pushed me back against the sofa and straddled my lap, tugging at my top and telling me to lift my arms up, which I did a little reluctantly, as I was a bit insecure about my skinny chest, but once it was bare she made no comment, but just kissed her way down it, sliding smoothly back off my lap to between my legs and began unzipping my flies.
"Mmm, Jack," she said, lifting her head up to look at me through her glasses once she had my erect dick in her hand. "It's as good as I imagined! I've been waiting for this moment since I first saw you get a stiffy in class."
With that she licked her long red tongue up the shaft, and I had to look away to stop it all ending there and then, feeling her circle the ridge slowly and then the damp heat of her mouth as she took me inside. Not bothering with much sensuousness, Mrs. Woodcock bobbed up and down sucking until I was as hard as I could possibly be. She pulled back and stood up, taking off her skirt and slipping out of her panties, throwing them aside to reveal her pussy shaved completely bald then, still in her black heeled shoes and open blouse, she straddled my lap once again. I put my hands on her waist, and she pushed them down to her butt, then with one hand on my shoulder to steady herself she used the other to hold my erect cock in position as she slid slowly down on it.
Chantelle must have been thirty-five or thirty-six years old when this happened, so you can imagine she was not tight like a virgin or anything like that. She was also really very wet, which was a blessing as she began fucking me really very hard, telling me to thrust up harder and harder, her large breasts shaking and bouncing off each other right in front of my face. After a few minutes she shifted sideways, pulling me with her, so that I was on top, thrusting in and out of her as fast as I could whilst doing my best to stop an orgasm building too soon. So I could thrust deeper, she pulled her legs up so her shoes were above her head, and began fingering her clit, her moaning rendering her instructions to be fucked harder more and more incoherent.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Mrs. Woodcock, I mean Chantelle," I gasped when I sensed things getting close to out of my control.
"Not yet Jack," she replied immediately, and pushed me away. "Use your mouth and fingers, I've got more for you to do yet."
Obediently I got down on my knees and began lapping at her slick wet slit, following her instructions and moving up it to lick her clit, which was swollen and easy to find. Making small, fast circles with my tongue, I pushed my right middle and forefinger inside her cunt, thrusting them in and out as I had been with my dick. Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and maneuvered it around, positioning my finger inside her until I could feel a kind of small mound of flesh with my fingertips.
"Yeah, there, toy boy, just keep stroking that," she told me, and then grabbed my hair with both hands to hold me in place so I had no choice but to keep licking and sucking her clit.
Pushed even further into her pussy by her legs which had wrapped around my back, pressing my cheeks into her soft, slightly thick thighs, my soaked hand was pressed against the bottom of my chin and neck. Without warning, Chantelle thrust her hips forwards and let out a low moan, rising in volume into a yell, and then just as it changed into a series of strange sharp high-pitched yaps followed by more straining moans, hot liquid burst out from her, gushing over my fingers and streaming down my arm and over my chest.
Her arms were shaking but still pushing me into her crotch as she climaxed, so that my mouth slipped from her clitoris to her opening and I got a mouthful of what I soon realised were her juices (and not what I had at first feared), as I witnessed my first female ejaculation. It seemed to go on for well over a minute, maybe even more, the hot liquid gushing down my throat, but her grip gradually relaxed and I was able to breathe. I was about to pull back completely, but she kept hold of my hair and shook her head.
"Uh-uh," she said, still panting, "You keep eating me, mon chère, you keep eating your bitch of a French teacher until I say stop, you won't regret."
So continue to eat her out I did, being pushed down off her still hyper-sensitive clit to lap up the juices from her lips. Her hands moved to the top of my head and pushed me further and further down, until before I knew it my mouth was level with her tight puckered ass hole, and I tried to push myself away again.
"Non, non, non, non, non," she said, re-tightening her grip. "I want you to get my ass hole nice and wet so you can get inside."
Somewhat revolted, but incredibly turned on, I decided not to pass up a chance like that, and tentatively stuck out my tongue once again. Thankfully, she was very clean, so I gave in to my desires yet again and began circling her tight entrance, which was in actual fact already pretty wet from all the vaginal cum that had poured down over it. Chantelle began to get excited again, pushing my face into her so my nose was pressed in her moist vagina and my tongue slipped right inside her arse.
"Now listen Jack," she said after I'd been licking her anus for a good few minutes. "I'm going to let you fuck my arse now, but I want you to fuck me hard. I want to be slapped around and treated like a dirty whore, so don't hold back with your language or anything. Je veux sentir comme une pute, like a whore, OK?" I nodded, and she sat up and got off the sofa, removing her blouse so she was completely naked but for her shoes, getting down on her hands and knees. "Oh, one more thing Jack. I don't want you cumming inside me, I want you to do it in my mouth, that OK?"
"Yes, Chantelle," I replied, and then began testing her hole with my finger to see how tight she was.
She still hadn't loosened up too much, so I wet two of my fingers and pushed them inside, sliding them in and out of her hot arse, then squeezing another in and then another, keeping my dick hard with my other hand. Once her sphincter seemed sufficiently relaxed, I decided I'd better get down to business, so I spat a mouthful of saliva on to her rear entrance and spread it around, then did the same on my cock. I knelt up behind her slightly large, more mature, though certainly not flabby behind, and positioned myself. Pushing my hips forward whilst pressing down on my cock with my hand, I forced my way inside her, her sphincter tight around me and the saliva not quite enough to make it an easy entry, the friction making her scream out in a little pain, but she insisted I continue.
At first my strokes were slow and difficult, but it eventually became easier, and she yelled at me to go faster, so I sped up, and started to slap her arse cheeks, a little hesitantly to begin with, but as she moaned in pleasure I gained in confidence, spanking her harder and harder. Soon the air was thick with her cries and the loud smack of my hand on her now rosy buttocks, and I got more into my role, calling her a dirty whore as I slammed my dick up her anus.
"You're a filthy slut," I told her, leaning forward and pulling on her tied back hair, "Nothing but a cum dumpster."
She roared in delight, and reared up so I could squeeze her tits from behind, clamping one hand really tight on one and pinching the nipple hard while still slapping her behind, leaving the other breast to swing wildly from our body movements. I pushed her back down again, my hand on the side of her face, grinding the other cheek into the carpet as her hands were too occupied seeing to her clit to hold her up, knocking her glasses off centre.
There was only so much of this I could take, and I could feel an orgasm building that I wouldn't be able to contain this time, so I pulled her up by her hair once again, and withdrew completely. Letting her kneel up and lean back against the sofa I thrust my cock into her eager mouth, still holding her hair. The heat of her hot wet mouth with her tongue swirling over the head was too much for me, and I exploded almost immediately. This took her a little by surprise and she choked, dribbling semen down her chin and temporarily letting go of me, so the left lens and black frame of her glasses was made cloudy by the next squirt as I ejaculated in her face. She recovered quickly, and continued sucking, making me groan in ecstasy as she prolonged my orgasm for what seemed like an age, swallowing nearly everything. As I reached the end, I pulled out of her mouth and squeezed the last few drops of cum on to her large, beautiful breasts before she finished
licking it clean.
"Thanks Chantelle," I said after I regained myself, not knowing what else to say.
"It was a pleasure," she replied, a big smile on her dirty, plastered face. "In fact, now you've proved yourself, I was wondering... Would you like to stay the night?"
THE SEDUCTION
Claire finished the breakfast dishes and was on her way out the door from her upscale suburban home and into the big four wheel drive Ford Explorer. Gliding smoothly into traffic, she thought that lately shopping seemed to be her only outlet. Her husband Frank was away on business at least three nights a week, and usually more. Not to be complaining, Frank is a wonderful provider and father for her and the twins, but it seemed like they hardly ever saw each other, let alone spending any meaningful time together.
As she pulled into the mall parking garage, Claire's thoughts turned to the ad she had seen in the local newspaper--OPENING FRIDAY!!! BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Claire had been taken by the ad immediately, and she really could use some new bras and panties. Even though she and Frank had been married for eight years Claire had managed to stay in good shape. For a thirty three year old she still could turn a man’s head, and the only real change in her body was her chest size. When she graduated from college Claire was a perfect 34-C, but after the birth of her daughters, her boobs had grown to a very heavy 34-D. Although they sagged a little, she still filled out a bra like a centerfold. When he did show some interest, Frank liked to tell her that no Playboy bunny could hold a candle to her! As she entered the mall she thought of the last time he had sucked her tits, and her nipples got getting hard just thinking about it. She looked down at her chest and saw the two buds poking through the her blouse and shivered!!
There was hardly a sole to be seen as Claire headed off to find the new store, BOUDOIR LINGERIE. Locating a store register directory, she found that it was on Level 3 East. The elevator ride and walk to the store took about five minutes, but when she approached the door she realized it was about a half hour until opening. She was just about to walk away when she caught a movement behind the glass. As she focused her eyes, Claire saw an attractive woman of about forty five coming to the locked door. She clicked the latch, opened the door and invited Claire to come in, introducing herself as Marie and extended her hand. As Claire was shaking hands she gave Marie a quick look over--tall, about 5’10’ Claire guessed, dark brown hair with just a touch of gray that was pulled back behind her head and held in place with a silver barrette. A stern but attractive face that was highlighted with light pink rouge and matching lip gloss. Tactfully dressed in a light gray suit with a rose colored silk blouse that was accented by a loosely tied mauve scarf. The hem of her skirt was just about knee high and covered obviously athletically trim legs. Black patent leather high heals completed the ensemble. Impressive to say the least!
Marie led Claire into the main lingerie department and commented that she was her first customer and she wanted to give Claire her undivided attention. After a few pleasantries were exchanged Marie got down to business and asked Claire exactly what she was looking for. Claire told her that a few bra and panty sets would be good for starters. Marie quickly led Claire to the expensive Amore’ line that was being endorsed by a European actress. Marie asked Claire to remove her coat and gave her a quick once over. She then picked out flesh colored and black sets and led Claire to the changing room. Claire didn’t usually try on underclothes in a store, but this time she seemed to be swept along by the aura the Marie exuded.
Claire expected Marie to hand her the clothes and wait outside the changing room, but instead she gently pulled her inside and closed the door. In a matter of fact tone Marie instructed Claire to remove her clothes. She hesitated for a moment but a firm look from Marie made Claire begin to undress. Although she was embarrassed, Claire quickly removed all of her clothing until she was standing naked before the approving eyes of Marie. It was strange but Claire was proud of the way her body looked, and never in her whole life had she ever thought about displaying herself to another woman, however here she was in a changing room standing naked before a total stranger!!! In a soft voice Marie murmured, “Very nice.” She then handed the flesh colored panties to Claire and told her to put them on. As she pulled them up over her hips she saw Marie looking directly at her blond haired crotch, which caused Claire to shiver and make her nipples immediately harden. She adjusted her panties and reached for the bra. As she began to put it on she felt Marie’s hands helping with the clasp in back, then reaching around her with both arms she adjusted her chest inside the cups. As she tugged and pulled on the bra Marie let her hands roam all over her, gently cupping each breast and squeezing and pinching her nipples. Claire was stunned but didn’t move, as Marie continued to touch her while biting on her shoulder and ear. The massaging of her chest became more intense, and Claire then felt the clasp to the bra unhook! Marie’s hands were now on her bare breasts! Claire turned around and faced Marie directly, and immediately Marie’s mouth went straight to her nipples. She sucked on them urgently for two or three minutes as the moisture was filling her hot pussy. Claire became dizzy with desire and Marie slipped to her knees and pulled off the flimsy panties. “This is what I want,” she said, as she pushed Claire down on the changing room stool and pulled open her legs. Marie’s mouth barely touched her outer lips, but it caused Claire to shudder! The feeling was unbelievable!!! When Marie forced her tongue into her hot slit, the first of her orgasms hit like a tidal wave. Wave after wave poured over the shaking woman! Just as she began to come down from her high, Marie’s expert tongue found her clit and began a steady licking and sucking that caused Claire to cum three more times in quick succession. She opened her eyes to see a very contented Marie gently sucking her nipple.
Claire reached out and caressed Marie’s face and murmured little thank you’s as she nursed the older woman. Quietly Marie got to her feet and stood before her still seated partner. Now it was Marie’s turn to remove her clothing. She silently unbuttoned her jacket, and Claire could see that beneath all that material was a very very large chest. The thin silk blouse was strained to it’s limits as she shrugged the coat from her shoulders. You could clearly see the outline of a very sexy low cut white bra through the thin material. Slowly Marie undid the buttons of her blouse exposing one of the most beautiful chests Claire had ever seen. As if drawn by a magnet, Claire reached up and felt the huge bust as it fought to free itself from the straining nylon. As she caressed the her boobs, Marie continued to undress, slipping out of her skirt and standing before Claire in a bra, panties, garter belt and hose. She was certainly a living advertisement for BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Marie stood motionless for a few seconds, letting Claire get a good look at her magnificent body, and Claire noticed a very definite wet spot on the front of Marie’s frilly panties. With both hands Marie grabbed at the waistband of her panties and gave them a quick hard pull. They tore away and left Claire staring directly at the dark furry pussy of her seductress. Without a word Marie lifted her right leg and put it on the side of the stool Claire was sitting on. This opened Marie’s pussy and left it inches from Claire’s mouth. The aroma was absolutely intoxicating!! Gently Marie pulled Claire’s head towards her waiting crotch and in a stern voice commanded, “Suck Mama!!!” Claire buried her face right into the hot wet cunt and within seconds brought the quivering lady to a smashing orgasm.
As both women held each other in the afterglow of great sex, Claire knew that a whole new horizon had been opened for her that day! She vowed that from now on she would take the initiative to create her own sexual destiny! As we will find out in future stories she does exactly that!!!
THE END
As she pulled into the mall parking garage, Claire's thoughts turned to the ad she had seen in the local newspaper--OPENING FRIDAY!!! BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Claire had been taken by the ad immediately, and she really could use some new bras and panties. Even though she and Frank had been married for eight years Claire had managed to stay in good shape. For a thirty three year old she still could turn a man’s head, and the only real change in her body was her chest size. When she graduated from college Claire was a perfect 34-C, but after the birth of her daughters, her boobs had grown to a very heavy 34-D. Although they sagged a little, she still filled out a bra like a centerfold. When he did show some interest, Frank liked to tell her that no Playboy bunny could hold a candle to her! As she entered the mall she thought of the last time he had sucked her tits, and her nipples got getting hard just thinking about it. She looked down at her chest and saw the two buds poking through the her blouse and shivered!!
There was hardly a sole to be seen as Claire headed off to find the new store, BOUDOIR LINGERIE. Locating a store register directory, she found that it was on Level 3 East. The elevator ride and walk to the store took about five minutes, but when she approached the door she realized it was about a half hour until opening. She was just about to walk away when she caught a movement behind the glass. As she focused her eyes, Claire saw an attractive woman of about forty five coming to the locked door. She clicked the latch, opened the door and invited Claire to come in, introducing herself as Marie and extended her hand. As Claire was shaking hands she gave Marie a quick look over--tall, about 5’10’ Claire guessed, dark brown hair with just a touch of gray that was pulled back behind her head and held in place with a silver barrette. A stern but attractive face that was highlighted with light pink rouge and matching lip gloss. Tactfully dressed in a light gray suit with a rose colored silk blouse that was accented by a loosely tied mauve scarf. The hem of her skirt was just about knee high and covered obviously athletically trim legs. Black patent leather high heals completed the ensemble. Impressive to say the least!
Marie led Claire into the main lingerie department and commented that she was her first customer and she wanted to give Claire her undivided attention. After a few pleasantries were exchanged Marie got down to business and asked Claire exactly what she was looking for. Claire told her that a few bra and panty sets would be good for starters. Marie quickly led Claire to the expensive Amore’ line that was being endorsed by a European actress. Marie asked Claire to remove her coat and gave her a quick once over. She then picked out flesh colored and black sets and led Claire to the changing room. Claire didn’t usually try on underclothes in a store, but this time she seemed to be swept along by the aura the Marie exuded.
Claire expected Marie to hand her the clothes and wait outside the changing room, but instead she gently pulled her inside and closed the door. In a matter of fact tone Marie instructed Claire to remove her clothes. She hesitated for a moment but a firm look from Marie made Claire begin to undress. Although she was embarrassed, Claire quickly removed all of her clothing until she was standing naked before the approving eyes of Marie. It was strange but Claire was proud of the way her body looked, and never in her whole life had she ever thought about displaying herself to another woman, however here she was in a changing room standing naked before a total stranger!!! In a soft voice Marie murmured, “Very nice.” She then handed the flesh colored panties to Claire and told her to put them on. As she pulled them up over her hips she saw Marie looking directly at her blond haired crotch, which caused Claire to shiver and make her nipples immediately harden. She adjusted her panties and reached for the bra. As she began to put it on she felt Marie’s hands helping with the clasp in back, then reaching around her with both arms she adjusted her chest inside the cups. As she tugged and pulled on the bra Marie let her hands roam all over her, gently cupping each breast and squeezing and pinching her nipples. Claire was stunned but didn’t move, as Marie continued to touch her while biting on her shoulder and ear. The massaging of her chest became more intense, and Claire then felt the clasp to the bra unhook! Marie’s hands were now on her bare breasts! Claire turned around and faced Marie directly, and immediately Marie’s mouth went straight to her nipples. She sucked on them urgently for two or three minutes as the moisture was filling her hot pussy. Claire became dizzy with desire and Marie slipped to her knees and pulled off the flimsy panties. “This is what I want,” she said, as she pushed Claire down on the changing room stool and pulled open her legs. Marie’s mouth barely touched her outer lips, but it caused Claire to shudder! The feeling was unbelievable!!! When Marie forced her tongue into her hot slit, the first of her orgasms hit like a tidal wave. Wave after wave poured over the shaking woman! Just as she began to come down from her high, Marie’s expert tongue found her clit and began a steady licking and sucking that caused Claire to cum three more times in quick succession. She opened her eyes to see a very contented Marie gently sucking her nipple.
Claire reached out and caressed Marie’s face and murmured little thank you’s as she nursed the older woman. Quietly Marie got to her feet and stood before her still seated partner. Now it was Marie’s turn to remove her clothing. She silently unbuttoned her jacket, and Claire could see that beneath all that material was a very very large chest. The thin silk blouse was strained to it’s limits as she shrugged the coat from her shoulders. You could clearly see the outline of a very sexy low cut white bra through the thin material. Slowly Marie undid the buttons of her blouse exposing one of the most beautiful chests Claire had ever seen. As if drawn by a magnet, Claire reached up and felt the huge bust as it fought to free itself from the straining nylon. As she caressed the her boobs, Marie continued to undress, slipping out of her skirt and standing before Claire in a bra, panties, garter belt and hose. She was certainly a living advertisement for BOUDOIR LINGERIE!!! Marie stood motionless for a few seconds, letting Claire get a good look at her magnificent body, and Claire noticed a very definite wet spot on the front of Marie’s frilly panties. With both hands Marie grabbed at the waistband of her panties and gave them a quick hard pull. They tore away and left Claire staring directly at the dark furry pussy of her seductress. Without a word Marie lifted her right leg and put it on the side of the stool Claire was sitting on. This opened Marie’s pussy and left it inches from Claire’s mouth. The aroma was absolutely intoxicating!! Gently Marie pulled Claire’s head towards her waiting crotch and in a stern voice commanded, “Suck Mama!!!” Claire buried her face right into the hot wet cunt and within seconds brought the quivering lady to a smashing orgasm.
As both women held each other in the afterglow of great sex, Claire knew that a whole new horizon had been opened for her that day! She vowed that from now on she would take the initiative to create her own sexual destiny! As we will find out in future stories she does exactly that!!!
THE END
They were always horny.
They were always horny. Didn't matter where or when, they were likely to start playing with each other if the mood struck them. Marla and Ruthie couldn't keep their hands off each other. So it wasn't a shock to their friend Adam when they started getting all hot and heavy on the roof top of his apartment building.
They had gone up to see the view and get a few shots of the city for a web client. As soon as they were up there though, they felt that urge coming over them. Adam just shook his head and laughed, prepared to leave them to it when Ruthie started sucking Marla's tits and stripped her near topless. Then they had told him not to go. . .stay. . .watch. . .join in. Adam thought he must be dreaming but they made it very obvious they were serious.
As Marla returned the favor to Ruthie, sucking and nibbling her nipples until they ached, Ruthie told Adam to take off his pants. Now . . . normally. . .Adam wasn't a "get but naked on the rooftop in the broad daylight" sorta guy, but when he saw them sucking on each other and running their hands up each others skirts . . . he didn't have much of a problem kicking his pants off and letting his cock hang hard.
Ruthie smiled as she saw the size of Adam's cock. "Damn. . .we should have asked you to stay long before now." She laughed and Marla looked over and smiled.
"Mmmmmmm that looks just right." She winked at Adam and stuck two fingers into Ruthie's cunt.
Adam swallowed hard and realized . . . there was nothing cool he could really say. . .all he could think of was fucking the shit out of them in every way. They motioned for him to come over and then knelt down in front of him. They began to kiss over the head of his cock, their tongues exploring each others mouths with his cock along for the ride.
The breeze blowing on his ass reminded Adam he was standing on a rooftop getting sucked by two women . . . exposed to anyone who wanted to watch. He peeked over his shoulder to see if there was a gathering crowd on the street below.
"It's exciting isn't it?" Ruthie asked, pulling his cock out of her mouth long enough to say that and then sucking him back in.
"Ya. . .sorta. . ." Adam replied.
"The idea that there could be a dozen...a hundred. . .who knows how many. . .people watching us right now. . .jacking off to the sight of us." Marla stood up and showed her bare pussy over the edge of the roof and fingered herself once. "Who knows who is watching. . .but I love the idea that people are. . .don't you?"
He had to admit. . .it was pretty damn sexy. Marla slid between his legs and as Ruthie deep throated him, began to suck on his balls. He loved this, the feeling of two mouths sucking him, the feel of being out in the open, two women going at his cock. He wanted to scream, but only moaned as Ruthie slid all the way down his cock again and hummed.
Ruthie knelt down in front of him and tilted her head back between his legs. Marla began to suck her nipples and finger her as she let Adam begin to face fuck her, shoving his hard cock down her throat. Grabbing his ass she pulled him in so that she couldn't breathe and then let him slide back out. She kept pulling him in as Marla brought her off with her first orgasm, swallowing him until she was unable to breathe as she came.
Dizzy from the cumming and lack of air, she slowly slid her lips off his cock and sat back to get a little rest and compose herself. Marla pushed Adam back onto the edge of the building, climbing on top of him so that his cock sliding into her pussy could be seen by anyone looking up. She started bouncing up and down, her cunt dripping cum already as she fucked him fast and hard, her tits shaking and swinging as she did.
Adam was moaning and fucking back up into her so that there was a loud slap each time she ground down onto him. Then just as he was really getting into it, her pussy clamped down and she ground herself hard on his hips and came on him, leaving trails of sweet sticky juice dripping down his balls. She swung her leg off and crawled over to Ruthie and got into a 69 position with her.
Groaning he let loose with a long gooey blast of cum across both their mouths and kept stroking faster and faster. He shot more across Ruthie's pretty face and then felt Marla playing with his asshole and balls, squeezing and fingering him until all the sensations made him blow hot salty cum in shot after shot until he was totally drained. Even then he had spasms and little drips oozed out. The girls licked it up and kissed, sharing their treasure of cum with each other.
"You're right Adam." Ruthie said with a wink, "You do got one hell of a view." She giggled and kissed Marla and then kissed Adam. "Mind if we come over and see it again?" She asked playfully.
"Anytime. . .any time you want." Adam answered and thanks he had gotten a place with a view.
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