I woke up in my bed at home... rubbed my bleary eyes open... then stretched and yawned, as I slowly woke up to the morning sun peeking through the closed curtains. It was a gorgeous summer weekend in Pine Bluff, Arkansas...... and I had it all to myself.
The previous night, my husband, Mike, had driven up to the Ozark National Park with our son, Graham, on their annual end-of-school-year camping trip. They loved to get away and spend long weekends in the deep woods... pitching their tent, cooking over an outdoor fire, fishing and hiking... essentially extreme camping.
It was a special trip for the two of them, since Graham had just graduated from high school a couple of weeks earlier, and this would be his final summer at home before heading off to college.
I used to go with them when Graham was younger... but over the past few years, the outdoor activities and intense communing with nature that they both love had become more than I could handle... so I was happy to let them go by themselves... while I stayed home and enjoyed a little “me” time.
As my eyes adjusted to the morning light streaming into the room, I smiled to myself... arched my back, and stretched again... then reached into the nightstand beside my bed, and grabbed my favorite vibrating dildo. Nothing like a few delicious orgasms to start the day whenever my men were out of the house.
I sleep naked most nights... especially during the summer... and the previous night was no exception... so I simply tossed the blankets off of me, and spread my legs.
Murmuring quietly, I used one hand to softly caress my heavy, F-cup breasts... occasionally pulling on my stiffening nipples... while using the other hand to run the tip of my 8” toy up and down the damp slit between my labia a few times before turning it on.
It was a little bigger than my husband’s cock.... which did just fine at about six inches, or so, but I couldn’t deny that the extra length and girth of my dildo felt fantastic... and it always seemed to hit all the right spots perfectly whenever I used it.
As my pussy juices started to flow, I turned it on low... then let out a whispery moan, as I slid the humming cylinder into my moist vagina... gently twerking my hips, and reveling in the warm, tingly sensations rumbling around between my legs. I glided it in and out of my snatch for a while... relishing the way it felt inside me, and loving the feeling of my pussy lips hugging my little toy, as my cunt became more and more lubricated.
I closed my eyes and moaned, as I felt myself becoming wet and slippery... then pulled my vibrator out... turned it to high... and moved it up a little bit to focus on my awakening clitoris.
Oh, fuck, that felt amazing!
I rubbed the pulsating tip of my dildo in tight circles around my engorged nub.... over and over and over... moaning, and slowly rocking my hips as tentacles of pleasure coursed through my body. After a few delightful moments, I found the perfect spot... and held it there... holding my breath and slowly rocking my head back and forth... until an incredible morning orgasm erupted between my legs.
Oh, my God that was intense! The roof of my mouth tingled and my chest blushed red... as I pressed my legs shut... trapping my hand and toy between my thighs... while relishing the effervescent elation surging through my body.
After taking a moment to savor my exhilarating climax, I opened up my legs... quickly found my swollen clitoris with the vibrator again... then slid it back and forth over the rubbery knob of my clit several times... causing tentacles of pleasure to cascade through my body until I was ready to jump out of my skin.
Letting out a soft, raspy groan, I found the perfect spot... again... and pressed my thrumming dildo against it. With a salacious grin on my face, I held it there for a few moments... until I caught my breath... held it for a several more seconds... then let out a low, keening moan... as another electrifying orgasm erupted between my legs and washed over my entire body like a warm ocean wave.
I pushed my trembling legs together again... trapping my vibrator between my thighs... again... as I gently rocked my hips back and forth... wallowing in another overwhelming, sanguine climax... smiling and satiated..... at least for the moment.
Grinning to myself, I tossed my wonderful toy onto the bed next to me... closed my eyes... and marinated in my luxurious morning orgasms for several delicious minutes... until I finally had the strength to get up and start my day.
Waking up like this always made me feel incredibly sexy... and horny... and I figured my favorite dildo would be getting plenty of action over the next few days, in order to scratch the overpowering itch that was dancing around between my legs.
I eventually climbed out of bed, and... still smiling from my multiple climaxes... quickly made my bed, then threw on my robe and headed downstairs.
My robe didn’t cover much... it came to about the middle of my thighs, and hung a bit open in front, with the sash tied loosely around my waist. My large breasts swayed gently beneath the thin material as I headed toward the kitchen... both boobs threatening to pop out of the gap in my robe whenever I bent over, or turned around too quickly.
I didn’t mind... I loved the feeling of wearing no panties or bra around the house any time the guys weren’t around ... savoring the liberating sensation of cool air titillating my exposed pussy lips, while my unfettered tits wobbled and swayed beneath my nightshirt or bathrobe.
I was in my kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee, when I heard a knock on the sliding glass door that leads from the kitchen out to the patio and swimming pool.
The knock surprised me, but seeing my son’s best friend, Russell, through the glass door didn’t. He lived with his parents in the house directly behind ours, and had been Graham’s best friend since they were in elementary school together. For years, they’d been teammates on several sports teams, and had just played out their last few games during the spring season for their high school baseball team, which had ended just a few weeks before school let out for the summer.
Russell always came over to our house through the back gate between our two yards... my husband had built a gate in the fence that divided our yards when the boys were younger, so it was easier for them to visit each other without having to run all the way around the block to get to the other one’s house.
The two of them had been using that back gate ever since... so now, whenever Russell came to visit Graham, he’d always come through the gate, walk along the deck on the side of the pool, and knock on the patio door leading into the kitchen.
I smiled at my son’s friend through the glass door, then slid it open, and said, “Hey, Russell... come on in... what’s up?”
He smiled as he stepped inside, and said, “Hi, Mrs. B... is Graham home?”
I laughed, and said, “You’re his best friend, Russell... you know he’s camping with his father this weekend... you can’t possibly think he’d be home today.”
He blushed a bit... as he struggled to keep his eyes from darting down to my exposed cleavage and wobbly boobs... unrestrained, and barely covered in my thin cotton bathrobe.
Smiling at his consternation, I glanced down between his legs, and notice a bulge beginning to grow beneath his loose-fitting basketball shorts.
I offered him a soda, and... happy to have something else to focus on... he quickly nodded, and said, “Yeah... sure, that sounds good.”
I slid the patio door closed behind him, then walked over and grabbed a soda from the fridge. When I turned back around I could see that his growing cock had developed into a pretty big tent in his shorts... his hands automatically trying to hide it and adjust it at the same time.
I was kind of moved by the inherent compliment... especially being in my early forties... and, I have to admit... I was a bit impressed with the size of the hard-on stretching down one leg of his shorts.
I’d always known that Russell liked to check me out... just like all of Graham’s other friends... and virtually every guy in every room I’ve ever entered. I’m still an attractive brunette... with a sweet smile... and a killer body... only about fifteen pounds heavier than I was in college, but it had landed in all the right places. I had nice, curvy hips, along with a tight butt and nice legs... and really big tits... much bigger than before I had Graham... and they were extremely hard for people to ignore.
Still quite horny from my morning tryst with my vibrator, I grinned as I watched Russell’s erection pressing against the front of his shorts.
I walked over, and handed him the Coke.
Standing close to him, I glanced down at the obvious boner between his legs.... gave it a playful nudge.... then smiled up at him and asked, “Is that for me?”
He turned beet red... his eyes automatically drifting down to the gap in my robe, as he got lost in the depths of my exposed boob flesh... the top of my loosely tied robe barely covering my areolas... and my stiff nipples poking obvious bumps in the thin material.
Looking a little off-balance, but kind of brazen, he smiled sheepishly... somewhere between bold and embarrassed... as he took a sip of his soda, stared at my gently swaying tits... then grinned, and stammered, “Y-yeah”.
I took a step back, leaned my butt against the granite countertop of the island in the middle of the kitchen... looked over at him standing next to the sink... and said, “Show me...”
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Russell quickly pushed his basketball shorts all the way down to his ankles... allowing his nearly erect prick to spring free and wobble around between his legs.
My mouth dropped open in surprise... holy shit, that was a good looking cock! And much bigger than I had expected.
I already knew he had a fairly big dick from all the times he and my son would horse around in the pool while I was relaxing on the patio... lying on a chaise lounge, catching some sun, and ostensibly trying to read a book. I always wore sunglasses to hide my eyes, so I could surreptitiously check out the bulge in their crotches every time they climbed out of the pool... their dripping wet bathing suits plastered against their butts and legs like a second skin.
Russell and Graham both had nice cocks... although Russell’s was obviously longer and thicker. I could tell he was circumcised, too... which I had always preferred... and I loved catching sight of it whenever he and my son spent time in the pool.
In the kitchen, I took a minute to just enjoy the sight of his enormous prick... sticking out from his hips, with a slight bend to the thick, veiny shaft... and a wide, bulbous tip sitting on the end, pointing at the floor in front of him. I stared at it for a few moments... somewhat mesmerized by its sheer size and beauty.
It was obvious that he’d shaved around his balls recently... maybe even earlier that morning... which made me chuckle to myself... since it actually made his impressive staff look even longer, as it swayed gently back and forth between his thighs.
I was impressed that Russell didn’t wither under my obvious attention to his stiffening cock... he was still a bit flushed with embarrassment from before... but stood tall... his broad shoulders and narrow waist accentuating the impressive semi he was sporting... as he grabbed his Coke off the counter, and tried to look nonchalant, as he took a sip.
With my eyes locked onto his growing boner, I slowly untied the sash to my robe... then let it fall open... exposing the bald pussy mound between my legs and my heavy, pendulous boobs... jiggling slightly, as I chuckled at his reaction. I knew my dark areolas highlighted my long, thick nipples... which were already hard... and getting harder... as I watched Russell’s cock continue to stiffen... his eyes darting back and forth between my shaved pussy, and naked tits.
I loved the look of astonishment on his face... his unblinking eyes staring in disbelief, as he held his breath... afraid that making a sound might wake him up from this incredible dream that he never wanted to end.
Smiling, I put my coffee cup down... then walked over and took the soda from him and set it on the counter. I took his hand and placed it on one of my breasts... giggling at his eagerness when he began energetically fondling and squeezing my right boob. Then I reached down and playfully slapped his stiffening erection... watching it swing back and forth, as it grew even longer and thicker. It was already nearly fully erect, when I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and began running my hand up and down his engorged pole.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing... my body seemed to have a mind of its own... unconsciously and automatically doing things that I wouldn’t have expected to do with a clear mind... but I seemed to be spellbound in the moment, and just couldn’t stop..... and, with a wry grin, I realized I didn’t really want to.
Russell was getting bolder and more anxious, as he stepped out of his shorts puddled around his ankles... kicked them aside... then brought his free hand up to my other dangling breast... enthusiastically rubbing and caressing both of them... as he stared at my stiff nipples, and rocked his hips into my pumping fist.
Staring at my boobs as he squeezed and massaged them, he mumbled, “Holy shit, Mrs. B... your tits are incredible... I can’t believe I’m actually getting to fondle them...”
I giggled, and said, “I’m glad you like them.”
After enjoying his hands massaging my breasts for a while, I knelt down in front of him, and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth... enjoying the feeling of his thick shaft gliding along my tongue, as the tip of his stiff boner bounced against the back of my throat.
I glanced up and watched him close his eyes and groan... savoring the feeling of my warm mouth on his straining prick, as I bobbed my head back and forth on his raging hard-on. He opened his eyes as he reached down between us, and continued playing with my jigging boobs... now bouncing around in sync with the motion of my bobbing head.
It didn’t take long before he grabbed both of my breasts... hard... as he let out a grunt... thrust his hips forward... and blasted several streams of warm splooge into my mouth.
I chuckled at the amount of cum spewing from the tip of his rigid pole, as I swallowed his entire load... then used my hand to pull out even more cum into my mouth... and swallowed that, too. I kept jerking his trembling hard-on until his nutsack was finally empty... then used my tongue to lick away the last few drops of semen from the engorged, purple tip of his protuberant erection.
When he was done cumming, I used my mouth and lips to clean off his cock... then gently stroked it a few extra times... before giving it another playful slap to watch it sway back and forth between his legs.
Smiling at his glazed eyes and lopsided grin, I stood back up... my robe hanging wide open, with my large tits swinging freely back and forth between us. I handed him back his soda, and grabbed his dick... wet with my saliva and still surprisingly hard... then said, “Follow me... we can’t let this go to waste”, as I led him into the bedroom.
I shrugged my robe off, letting it drop to the floor... and stood there completely naked, as I pushed him down onto the bed... staring at his raging hard-on... impressed... but not really surprised... that he was still as stiff as a flag pole... his quivering boner pointing straight up at the ceiling.
I shook my head and chuckled... guys his age seemed to have perpetual erections... and, considering how horny I was that morning, it was turning out to be a good thing... since I couldn’t seem to get enough of Russell’s.
He was laying on the bed... leaning back on his elbows... with his legs draped over the edge of the mattress... an aroused, expectant grin plastered all over his face.
I stood by the bed, with my legs spread apart, while I used my hands to grab both of my boobs... caressing and squeezing them... then aggressively pulling on my stiff nipples... all the time watching Russell’s incredulous eyes dance up and down my totally naked body... his resurgent staff throbbing like a volcano that was about to erupt.
Watching Russell’s glassy-eyed reaction to my big tits and bald pussy was making my vagina even wetter, as I stepped in between his knees... bent over... and sucked the tip of his steely rod into my mouth again. I began bobbing my head up and down on it... using one hand to jerk his thick shaft, while using the other one to fondle his fleshy ball sack at the same time. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head... holding it in place, as he rocked his hips up into my warm, wet mouth and stroking hand.
I was absolutely hypnotized... he was fucking huge... and unbelievably hard again. His prick felt amazing sliding back and forth along my tongue... and the groaning, whispery sounds of pleasure he was making had my juices flowing even more... as I enthusiastically sucked and stroked his straining rod.
As much as I relished sucking his cock, I finally pulled it out of my mouth... gave it a quick kiss on the turgid, helmet-shaped tip... then climbed onto the bed with him, and straddled his hips. I slowly guided his engorged dick between my dripping wet labia... found the opening to my vagina... then lowered my hips and plunged his swollen boner into my totally drenched pussy.
Oh, fuck, that felt incredible!
I let out a raspy groan when he entered me... then began moaning, and mumbling about how great he felt inside me... as I bounced up and down on his inflated prick.... sliding further and further into my slippery cunt with every one of my downward lunges.
“Holy shit, Russell... you gotta be kidding me... your cock feels amazing... my God, you go so fucking deep!”
I leaned forward... my heavy tits dangling directly above his face... swearing under my breath, as I began twerking my hips... grinding my sensitive clit against the base of his rock-hard shaft.
He didn’t say much... I think he might have been in a bit of shock... but he managed to grab both of my flailing boobs... fondling and slapping them to watch them bounce around between us. I giggled at his youthful exuberance... but had to admit... it actually felt fantastic. And watching my own tits swing wildly back and forth while getting fucked always had an incredibly arousing effect on me.
As an orgasm began to build between my legs, Russell squeezed my pendulous breasts together... making my thick nipples stand up even longer and stiffer than normal. He sucked them both into his mouth... one after the other... using his lips to playfully pull on them, then flicking them until they were as hard as bullets, and throbbing against his tongue.
My God, I was in heaven!
With the combination of Russell’s thick hard-on plunging in and out of my pussy in earnest... stretching me out in new and unexpected ways... and my straining clitoris rubbing perfectly against the base of his rigid cock... it didn’t take long before I caught my breath... then let out a yelp, followed by a lingering moan... as a tremendous, overwhelming climax erupted between my legs.
I closed my eyes, and dropped down onto his chest... my fleshy boobs squashed against his face... whispering, “Oh, my God... oh, my God... that feels so fucking good... holy shit, Russell... I had no idea...”, as I kept rocking my hips... savoring the incredible sensations coursing through my body.
He grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands, as I continued to ardently pump my pussy up and down on his long, stiff erection. Laying on his chest, I could hear his grunts, and feel his warm puffs of breath on my cheeks... as he shoved his hips up into every one of my enthusiastic plunges.
After a few more thrusts, Russell suddenly caught his breath... then let out a loud, raspy groan... as he held my hips, and crammed his huge pole as far as it would go inside me... spewing stream after stream of hot, gooey jizzm all over the walls of my totally drenched cunt.
We laid like that for a while, as he plowed his steely rod in and out of my pussy a few more times... until his nutsack was finally empty.
After a few minutes, I climbed off his still-hard boner... spun around, and leaned over... then sucked the tip of his slimy prick into my mouth to clean it off. I bobbed my head up and down on his glistening dick, as it slowly softened in my mouth... using my hand to pull out the last few drops of cum onto my tongue.
With a heavy sigh and a satisfied grin, I plopped down on the bed next to him... both of us gasping for air, and trying desperately to catch our breath... while enjoying the lingering sensations of our slowly fading orgasms. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, I reached over with my hand and found his flaccid dick... wet with my saliva... and still long and thick, as it lay draped over one of his thighs.
“That was incredible, Russell... I had no fucking idea...”
I knew I was repeating myself, but my mind seemed a bit dazed, and the words just kept coming out of my mouth.
He laughed, and said, “You can’t imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this, Mrs. B”... then he reached over and massaged one of my breasts... adding, “I’ve jerked off to your tits more times than I can count.”
I giggled, playfully pulling on his pliant, floppy shaft, and said, “Oh, hon... you’re just saying that.”
He smiled and said, “No, it’s true! Every time Graham and I were out at the pool while you laid around on the patio... I loved seeing your huge boobs barely covered by your bathing suit... I think I left your house with a hard-on every time I came to visit.”
I giggled... then sat up... gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, “Well, that’s a tremendous compliment, Russell... thank you.”
I tugged on his flaccid shaft a few more times, then added, “Well, hon... this was totally unexpected, and... I have to admit... a lot of fun... but you need to go now so I can get my day started... I have a ton of errands to run.”
I grabbed my robe from the bedroom floor and threw it on... but left it untied, and hanging open... my swaying tits and naked pussy exposed between the dangling flaps.
Smiling to myself, I stood and watched Russell slip on his t-shirt, then pull on his baggie shorts... I still couldn’t believe how impressive his prick was... even limp, and dangling between his legs... it was gorgeous... and I couldn’t seem to stop staring at it.
He finally tucked it away inside his shorts, and I was a bit surprised at the brief wave of disappointment that washed over me. I hadn’t had this much morning sex since back when I was in college... and at some level, I didn’t want it to end.
With a heavy sigh, I turned and walked Russell down the hall, and through the kitchen. I grabbed his soda from the counter and handed it to him, then nudged him over to the sliding glass door leading out to the patio.
Before I opened the door to let him out, he started massaging my tits again... then bent down and sucked my still-hard nipples into his mouth... first one, then the other.
I moaned... then giggled, and said, “C’mon, Russell... what are you doing? You need to go... you know we shouldn’t be doing this...”, but he didn’t stop... and I didn’t make him.
I let out a throaty whisper as my juices began to flow again... then reached between his legs, and was stunned to find his resurgent hard-on pressing against the fabric of his shorts.
My jaw dropped, as I murmured, “What the fuck, Russell... you’re hard again?”
He pulled my nipple out of his mouth... laughed, and said, “Yeah... pretty much 24/7”, then sucked my nipple back into his mouth... teasing it with his lips, and flicking it with his tongue.
I closed my eyes and moaned... then murmured, “Holy shit, Russell... how do you already know how to do that... you’re so fucking good at it!”
With one of my nipples still in his mouth, he chuckled... and mumbled something around it that I couldn’t understand.
His hands on my breasts, and his mouth on my nipples were having an effect on me... and his newly erect boner in my hand felt like it desperately needed some attention. In a bit of a fog, I pulled his mouth away from my tits... dropped to my knees and pulled out his throbbing hard-on... then sucked it into my mouth... again.
I started bobbing my head back and forth on his straining prick, as he reached down between us to caress my wobbly boobs and tweak my aching nipples.
I thought he was going to nut inside my mouth, but he surprised me... he grabbed my shoulders... pulled me to my feet... spun me around... then pressed me up against the glass patio door. He used one hand to line up the head of his cock with my dripping wet vagina... then rocked his hips forward... shoving his rigid pole deep inside me with one massive thrust.
Oh, my fucking God, that was incredible!
I let out a yelp... followed by rhythmic grunts... as he hammered away between my legs from behind... again and again and again... my fleshy tits and stiff nipples slapping noisily against the sliding glass door with every one of his forward thrusts.
Neither one of us lasted very long... in no time, I let out a muffled groan, as an intense, breathtaking climax crashed through my entire body. At just about the same time, I felt Russell reach around and grab both of my thrashing boobs... hard... as he rocked his hips forward... plowing his turgid rod into my pussy as far as it would go... then blasting another load of hot, creamy spunk deep inside my overflowing cunt.
He continued pounding his rigid prick in and out of my sloppy wet snatch until his nutsack was empty, and his energy finally fizzled out.
Leaning up against the patio door... with my legs spread, and my soft breasts squashed against the glass... I closed my eyes and gasped for air... thinking to myself, “Where the fuck is he getting all this cum from?”
After taking a moment to catch his breath... Russell released my dangling tits, and stepped away... gradually pulling his still surprisingly stiff dick out of my gaping pussy.
I spun around and bent over to clean off his spent cock... again... then grabbed a towel from the counter to clean up the puddle of cum that had dribbled onto the floor between our legs... while Russell tucked his softening penis away inside his basketball shorts... again.
Laughing, I opened the sliding glass door to the patio, and nudged Russell through, saying, “Okay, hon... that’s enough... you’ve worn me out, and I really need to get some things done today.”
With glazed eyes and a broad, satiated grin stretched across his face, he strode off... like a preening peacock... toward the back fence just beyond the pool. About half-way to the gate, he called out over his shoulder, “By the way, Mrs. B... I knew Graham was camping this weekend...”
I laughed out loud... then, shaking my head at his audacity, I meandered back toward the master bathroom... and turned on the water to take a shower. As I stepped into the bathtub, I briefly considered using the hand-held shower head to blast out a few more orgasms... but realized pretty quickly that I didn’t think my sensitive clitoris could handle it... so decided to put that idea on hold.
I spent the rest of the day running errands... enjoying a delicious mid-day lunch at a quaint Italian bistro just outside of downtown, with an Elin Hilderbrand book in one hand, and a glass of red wine in the other. At the end of the day, I made myself a simple, casual dinner, before relaxing on the patio with another glass of wine, as the day’s sunlight slowly faded away.
Absolutely perfect...
The next day, I woke up at the usual time... reached for my trusty vibrator... and rubbed out a few leg-shaking climaxes, before climbing out of bed to begin the second day of my luxurious “me” weekend.
After enjoying my morning cup of coffee, I made a light breakfast... then decided to spend my day lounging on the patio next to our pool... sunning myself... topless, of course... with my eyes closed, and a glass of iced tea sitting on the deck beside me.
I had only been lying there for about twenty minutes when I heard the latch on the back gate open. I smiled to myself, but kept my eyes closed... suspecting that Russell had come over to visit again.
I didn’t react until he was close enough to me that his shadow fell across my naked breasts... then I opened my eyes, putting my hand to my forehead to block the sun... and noticed that he was standing right next to my chaise lounge... with his shorts down to his knees, and his unbelievably long, thick cock sticking straight out from his hips, and aimed directly at my mouth.
I chuckled, thinking to myself that he’d gotten incredibly brazen after we’d fucked the previous day.
He said, “Hi, Mrs. B...”, as he leaned forward... nudging my lips with his boner.
Giggling, I playfully slapped his dick away, and said, “No... me, first”, then slipped off my bikini bottoms... spread my legs... and pushed him down until he was perched between thighs. I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into my snatch... already moist with anticipation and residual arousal from my morning orgasms.
He seemed a bit clumsy at first, so I murmured, “Start slow, hon... just run your tongue up and down my pussy lips for a while... yeah, like that...”
He was a fast learner, and had my juices flowing like crazy, as I continued to coach him.
“Okay... now, focus on my clit... yeah, right there... tight little circles... hmmmmm... a little harder now... oh, fuck, yeah... that’s it... just keep doing that...”
I could feel a sparkling climax building between my legs, as he followed my directions perfectly. After a few delicious moments just enjoying the tingly sensations created by his mouth between my legs, I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him hard into my crotch... grinding my engorged nub against his warm, wet tongue.
“Oh, my God... oh, my God... right there... right there... keep going... right theeerrrre.... oh, fuck, yeah...”
I suddenly caught my breath, and erupted... creaming all over Russell’s pressing lips and probing tongue... as an intense, electrifying orgasm cascaded through my entire body. My chest blushed red and my legs trembled, as I rode it to its incredible peak... then wallowed in the lingering aftermath, as it slowly dissipated.
I pulled him up from between my legs until he was on top of me... his throbbing hard-on sliding perfectly into my dripping wet pussy without any help. With my hand on the back of his head, I drew his face down to mine... enjoying the piquant taste of my pussy juices as our lips touched.
I pressed my mouth against his in a fierce, tongue-filled kiss... as he plunged his thick, rock-hard boner into my totally drenched vagina. He began rocking his hips... shoving his cock deeper and deeper with every one of his forward thrusts.
We broke our kiss, and he leaned back a bit, so he could watch my heavy boobs thrash around between us. I chuckled at the enthralled look on his face as he stared at my bouncing tits.... then I rested my hands above my head, and just let him enjoy the show... as I smiled to myself and savored my recent climax.
It didn’t take long before he caught his breath... then slammed his rigid pole as far as it would go inside me... and exploded... spewing rope after rope of slick, gooey jizzm deep inside my totally drenched cunt.
He closed his eyes and rocked his hips... pumping more and more gobs of cum into my pussy, until it was leaking out from around the shaft of his cock, and trickling down the crack between my ass cheeks.
When he was finally done cumming, Russell stopped thrusting... but kept his engorged prick shoved deep inside me, as he opened his eyes and leaned down to suck both of my rock-hard nipples into his mouth... one after the other... before plopping down on top of me to catch his breath.
After enjoying our latest orgasms for a while, Russell raised up off of me... pulled his still semi-hard cock from my overflowing pussy... and stood up next to my chaise lounge... his slimy prick dangling just inches from my face.
I grinned up at him... then propped myself on one elbow, and sucked the bulbous tip of his dick into my mouth. I began using my lips and tongue to clean it off... licking up and down his thick, veiny shaft... and gently stroking his fading boner... until I’d pulled out every last drop of cum from his nutsack.
When I was done, I gave his penis a playful slap, and watched it sway back and forth between his legs... then giggled as he suddenly turned around and dove into the pool... making a splash that managed to douse me with water.
As I used a towel to dry myself off, and clean up between my legs a bit, Russell jumped around in the pool for a while... swam a few laps... then climbed out onto the deck... his still semi-hard prick banging against his thighs as he used the ladder to pull himself out of the water.
He plopped down in the chaise lounge next to mine... his thick prick draped over one of his thighs... as the two of us lay next to each other... naked... and spent a few moments resting from that morning’s frivolities, while soaking up the mid-day sun.
After several minutes, I sat up and asked him if he’d like a soda.
Without opening his eyes, he grinned and said, “I’d prefer a beer.”
I chuckled, and replied, “I’ll get you a soda”, as I pulled myself up from my chaise lounge and headed for the house... totally naked... my heavy breasts swaying back and forth, as I walked across the patio.
When I came back through the sliding glass door from the kitchen, I noticed that Russell was laying on his chaise lounge, staring over at my wobbling tits with a big grin on his face... watching them roll around on my chest, with my stiff nipples bouncing up and down, as I sauntered toward the patio furniture.
I smiled to myself when I saw that his cock was already starting to get hard again. By the time I reached the chaise lounge where he was laying, he already had another boner... sticking straight up in the air... fully erect... and swaying slightly in the warm breeze.
As I handed him his soda, I giggled at the shit-eating grin on his face... then, with a bawdy smile, bent over his waist, and sucked the tip of his resurgent erection into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down... sucking on his straining hard-on, while using one of my hands to stroke his engorged shaft and mushroom-shaped head.
He moaned and mumbled about how good it felt... then put his hands behind his head, and just watched my dangling boobs swing back and forth beneath my chest... in rhythm with my bobbing head... while enjoying my warm mouth and pumping fist sliding up and down his rigid pole.
After a few minutes, I pulled his prick out of my mouth, but continued stroking it with my hand... smiling to myself as I stared at it for a moment... still a bit surprised... and impressed... by its sheer size and girth.
My smile grew as I held his steely rod in my hand, then threw my leg over his waist and straddled his hips. I lined up the round, rubbery tip of his cock with the opening to my vagina... then slowly lowered myself onto his raging hard-on.
I let out a guttural groan as he entered me... then began bouncing up and down on his stiff pole... over and over and over... my pendulous boobs flailing around between us, as his swollen prick slid deeper and deeper into my sloppy wet pussy with every one of my downward lunges.
Oh, fuck, that felt amazing... I didn’t want it to end!
I closed my eyes and leaned forward... rocking my hips, so that my distended clit rubbed perfectly against the base of his thick shaft... my heavy tits bouncing wildly on my chest... slapping noisily against his cheeks.
Russell grabbed both of my thrashing breasts... squeezing the boob flesh, and sucking each of my rock-hard nipples into his mouth... one after the other... nibbling and flicking the stiff nubs, and making the roof of my mouth tingle, until I thought I was going to explode.
Between Russell’s attention to my nipples, and grinding my clitoris against his stiff erection, it didn’t take long before I launched into an incredibly intense orgasm that rocketed through my entire body... leaving me weak and breathless, as I twerked my hips and wallowed in my delicious climax.
With one of my nipples still in his mouth, Russell kept plunging his thick pole into my sodden cunt... over and over and over... until he suddenly caught his breath... grabbed both of my ass cheeks... and slammed his rigid hard-on as far as it would go inside me... then blasted several strident streams of splooge all over the walls of my totally drenched vagina.
He continued rocking his hips and slamming his cock up into my overflowing pussy... grunting with each thrust, and moaning his pleasure... even after his nutsack was empty... until he finally ran out of steam.
Afterwards, he pulled his softening prick out of my gaping snatch... then plopped down onto the chaise lounge next to mine... as we both gasped for air, and waited for our heart rates to return to normal.
He drank the rest of his soda... then crunched the can in his fist, and said, “I guess I should go, Mrs. B... my girlfriend gets back in town this afternoon, and I have a date with her later tonight.”
With a proud grin, and a touch of bravado, he added, “I’m taking her to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory... then we’ll probably go parking behind the abandoned Post Office building.”
I chuckled and said, “Will you have anything left for her?”
I looked over at his flaccid cock draped over one of his thighs, and added, “I think I may have worn you out.”
Russell laughed, and said, “Are you kidding... I’ll be hard again in fifteen minutes... especially when I remember how your tits bounced around every time we fucked this weekend.”
I blushed a little at the compliment, as he got up from the chaise lounge, and slipped his shorts back on... tucking his long, floppy dick inside... then pulling his t-shirt on over his head.
He tossed his crumpled Coke can in the bin by the back door, then came back to where I was lying on my chaise lounge, and said, “I’d really like to do this again, Mrs. B... you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had”, then he grinned, and added, “... so far.”
I giggled at his comment, but demurred at his suggestion... saying, “You know better, Russell... my husband and Graham are coming home this evening, and we definitely shouldn’t try to do this again... it never should have happened in the first place.”
He nodded his head... not in agreement, but with resignation... then, as he turned toward the back fence, he grumbled, “Maybe we can figure something out, because my cock gets as hard as a rock every time I think of your shaved pussy and incredible tits.”
I smiled and said, “That’s a sweet sentiment, Russell.... but us getting together again? Doubtful.”
As he opened the gate in the back fence, he aimed a wicked smile at me over his shoulder, and quipped, “We’ll see...”, then walked through, and closed the gate behind him.
After he left, I headed inside to take a shower and clean up the mess Russell had left between my legs. I spent a little extra time sitting in the tub... blasting my engorged clitoris with the manual shower head set to pulse.... until I’d knocked out a few more orgasms to help get me through the rest of the day.
I had just enough time afterwards to run a few more errands, and then prepare a home-cooked meal for Mike and Graham to enjoy when they got home from their camping trip.
Smiling to myself, I realized my “me” weekend was coming to an end... but, holy shit... what an incredible weekend it turned out to be.
Two days later, I was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner and making a bowl of popcorn, while my husband and son were downstairs in the basement TV room, binge-watching “Reacher” on Amazon Prime.
As I was finishing up the popcorn, I heard a knock on the sliding glass patio door. When I looked over, I saw Russell standing there... with one hand rubbing an obvious hard-on through his loose-fitting shorts, while knocking on the door with the other hand.
I glanced over at the closed door to the stairs leading down to the TV room, then stepped over to the patio door... slid it open, and whispered harshly, “What the fuck, Russell... you can’t be here.”
He shrugged, and said, “Graham invited me over to watch “Reacher” with him... but, honestly... I really need a blowjob right now more than anything.”
I looked down at the huge tent in his shorts, and in another harsh whisper, said, “You can’t just come over here for a blowjob every time you get a hard-on.”
Russell shrugged again, and whispered back, “I can’t help it... it sort of has a mind of its own... this happens every time I think of your amazing tits.”
I giggled, and said quietly, “Well... stop thinking about my tits!”
He muffled a laugh, and said, “Yeah... that’s not gonna happen... but I can’t go watch TV with Mr. B and Graham with this sticking out between my legs.”
With a wry smile tugging at my lips, I shook my head, and whispered, “Fair point.”
I glanced over my shoulder again at the doorway to the basement... then reluctantly knelt down, mumbling, “I can’t believe I’m doing this”, as I pulled his shorts down to the middle of his thighs, and fished out his rock-hard boner... then sucked the head into my mouth.
I bobbed my head back and forth on his straining erection in earnest... using my tongue to rub around the ridge of his wide, circumcised head... while vigorously stroking his thick, veiny shaft... trying desperately to get him to cum quickly.
It seemed to work... after just a few moments, Russell grabbed the back of my head, and held it firm... as he rocked his hips... eagerly slamming his rigid pole in and out of my mouth, until he suddenly caught his breath... and blasted a huge load of cum against the back of my throat.
I quickly swallowed his load, then pumped out any remaining jizzm from his nutsack... and swallowed that, too. I swiftly licked off his slimy shaft and round, rubbery head... then yanked up his shorts, and shoved his glistening prick inside.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I said, “Okay, Russell... now go ahead downstairs... I’ll bring the popcorn down in a few minutes.”
After taking a big gulp of wine to get the taste and smell of cum out of my mouth, I brought the bowl of popcorn downstairs and handed it off to the guys... then I curled up next to my husband on the sofa... a wistful smile creasing my face, as I watched Graham and Russell sitting on the floor, with their backs against the couch... watching “Reacher”, and gorging themselves on popcorn.
Several days after that, Graham was out on a date, and my husband was downstairs in the TV room watching a St. Luis Cardinals game... like just about every other summer night at our house during baseball season. I was cleaning up after dinner, when my cell phone buzzed on the counter by the sink.
I was surprised to see Russell’s name pop up on my cell, as I accepted the call and whispered into the phone, “What the fuck, Russell? I can’t believe you’re calling me!”
He chuckled, and... getting right to the point... asked, “I’ve got a major hard-on... I really need you to take care of it for me.”
My whispering got a little louder, and harsher, as I exclaimed, “Are you fucking kidding me? My husband’s home... you definitely can’t come over here, and I can’t just run off somewhere.”
His voice became a plea, saying his boner was throbbing, and all he can think about is me sucking it or fucking him to give him some relief.
I stepped out onto the patio so I wouldn’t have to whisper, and... a bit flummoxed... said, “What about your girlfriend?”
Russell snorted, and said, “She took care of it yesterday... but she has a part-time job now, and she works mostly late shifts this summer.”
I giggled, and said, “Well... just rub one out, for crying out loud.”
He chuckled, and replied, “I’ve already done that... three times!”
I couldn’t help myself... my mind automatically pictured his engorged prick from the last time I saw it... long, thick, and veiny... glistening with my saliva from a blowjob... jets of cum spewing from the round, bulbous head.
I bit my lip, as the images and memories of the previous time we’d fucked floated unbidden through my mind’s eye.
With an exasperated sigh, I said, “Alright... give me twenty minutes... I’ll meet you in the park, over by the picnic tables next to the tennis courts.”
It was still the middle of summer in Arkansas, which meant the evenings were still warm and comfortable... so the sundress I was wearing would be perfect to run a quick errand.
I opened the basement door, and called down to my husband that I needed to run to the store for a few minutes... then grabbed my keys off the counter, and headed out to my car.
When I arrived at the park, I could see that Russell was already there. The park was always empty at this hour, but there are lamp posts near the picnic tables that throw off soft, ambient light which allowed me to see him sitting on top of a picnic table... with a lascivious grin on his face... his shorts down around his ankles... and his stiff boner pointing straight up at the night sky.
Smiling at me as I climbed out of my car, he started casually stroking his engorged prick with one hand, while watching me walk toward him... my heavy breasts jiggling slightly beneath my thin, cotton sundress.
When I got to the table, I replaced his hand with mine.... then, with a tight smile, lamented, “For fuck sake, Russell... you can’t just call me up every time you need a blowjob or a quickie... we can’t be doing this!”
My mind quickly shifted to my hand sliding up and down on his raging hard-on... the thick shaft actually trembling in my hand. I gazed at his erection... my mouth and pussy beginning to water involuntarily, as I stroked his rigid pole, and became lost in the moment.
The head of his cock was a dark purple... firm and straining... like it was about to explode. I chuckled, and murmured, “It definitely looks like you’ve rubbed out a few before getting here.”
He grinned, and said, “I’ve been picturing your tits, and jerking off all day”, then he moaned as he rocked his hips into my pumping fist, and added, “Damn, Mrs. B... I can’t wait to shove my cock inside you again.”
Giggling... and soaking up the compliment... I bent over and sucked the turgid tip of his boner into my mouth. I began bobbing my head up and down on his swollen prick, while stroking his thick, veiny shaft with one hand, and fondling his sagging nutsack with my other hand.
With his eyes locked onto the obvious nipple bumps in my dress, Russell pushed the shoulder straps down my arms, and past my tits... allowing them to spring free... bouncing and swaying beneath my chest, in rhythm with my bobbing head.
He started squeezing my boob flesh, and pulling on my already taut nipples... making me moan around the shaft of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.
I pulled his throbbing dick out of my mouth, but continued to jerk the shaft with my hand, and said, “You have to be quick... I’m only supposed to be running to the store.”
He laughed, and said, “No problem”, as he slid off the picnic table and traded places with me.
He lifted me onto the table... pushed me down, so that I was laying on my back... then pushed my skirt up to my waist and placed my legs over his shoulders.
I thought he was about to slide his hard-on into my pussy when he pulled my panties to the side... but he totally surprised me when he bent down in between my legs, and shoved his face into my snatch.
As he kissed up and down my already wet vagina, and started to slip his tongue in between my labia... I grabbed the back of his head, and said, “No... wait... we don’t have time for this...”, but then let out a guttural moan, as his tongue teased the opening to my pussy, before finding my stiffening clitoris and rubbing tight circles around the distended tip... just like I’d taught him.
With my hands still in his hair, I pulled him harder into my crotch, grinding my swollen nub against his warm, wet tongue, and mumbling, “Oh, fuck, yeah... keep going... keep going... oh, fuck... right there... yeah, like that... oh, my God, that feels good.”
I didn’t last long... with his hands massaging my breasts, and his mouth stimulating my tumescent clit... I suddenly let out a muffled yelp... then a keening groan... as I creamed all over his probing tongue, until my pussy juices were smeared across his cheeks and dripping off the end of his chin.
My climax seemed to last forever, as I closed my eyes and kept rocking my hips... rubbing my sensitive nub against his mouth... while relishing the lingering euphoria from my incredible orgasm.
With my eyes still closed, I murmured, “Holy shit, Russell... that was amazing... you learned how to do that really well.”
He lifted his face from between my thighs... chuckled, and said, “I know... ever since you taught me that, my girlfriend makes me do it to her every time we have sex.”
I giggled, and replied, “Glad I could help.”
Still chuckling, Russell pulled me to the edge of the picnic table, and stepped in between my thighs. With my legs still slung over his shoulders, and my panties still pulled to the side, he grabbed his thick, tumid erection in one hand, and lined it up with my sopping wet pussy opening.
I let out a gasp when the wide, round tip of his boner slid into my totally drenched vagina... a bit surprised that... even though we’d fucked before... I was still rather awed by the sheer size and, especially, girth of his enormous cock.
With a massive thrust, he shoved it into me... hitting all the right spots inside my well-lubricated cunt... as he rocked his hips and slammed it in and out of me in earnest.
Holy fuck, that felt amazing!
With my legs still over his shoulders, Russell held onto my thighs tightly... eagerly fucking my completely sodden pussy... making me grunt from the force of his powerful thrusts... his thick shaft rubbing my swollen clitoris perfectly with every one of his forward lunges.
I suddenly caught my breath... then let out lingering, muffled groan... as another sparkling orgasm exploded between my legs.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes... wallowing in the delicious aftermath of my latest climax... while Russell continued pounding away at my pussy. It didn’t take long before he suddenly grunted... then crammed his rigid pole as far into me as it would go... and blasted a massive load of cum all over the walls of my sloppy wet cunt.
Lost in a haze of ecstasy, I mumbled, “Oh, my God... oh, my God... oh, my God... holy shit, hon... that was fucking incredible!”
Russell kept hammering away between my legs, until his nutsack was empty... then gradually pulled his still-impossibly-hard boner out of my overflowing pussy.
With glassy eyes, I looked down between my legs at his swollen dick... smiling, as I watched him slowly slide it out of my cunt. I stared at it with a wry smile on my face... still rock-hard, and sticking straight out from his hips... covered with the slimy residue from both our orgasms, and glistening in the ambient light from the lamp posts nearby.
As I started to get up from the table, Russell reached out to help... then totally stunned me when he spun me around and pushed on my back, so that I was bent over the edge of the picnic table... my heavy boobs swaying back and forth beneath me. He pulled my panties down to the middle of my thighs... nudged my legs further apart... flipped the hem of my dress up onto my lower back... and shoved his still erect hard-on into my totally drenched pussy from behind... then began pounding away some more.
My jaw dropped, and my eyebrows shot up, as I looked over my shoulder and exclaimed, “What the fuck, Russell... we don’t have time for this... I need to get home...”, then closed my eyes and let out a moan, as I began rocking my hips back into every one of his forward thrusts, adding, “Holy shit, hon... how can you still be so hard? You just came inside me!”
I heard him laugh behind me, as he reached around and grabbed both of my flailing tits, saying, “I don’t know Mrs. B... but maybe these have something to do with it.”
I whimpered and mewled, as he plowed his engorged prick into my pussy... again and again and again.
I closed my eyes and mumbled about how good it felt... as I reached between my legs with one hand, and found my swollen clit. I began feverishly rubbing the stiff, rubbery tip... lightly at first... then firmer and faster... until I suddenly caught my breath, before letting it out in a hoarse, raspy groan... as I creamed all over my probing fingers and Russell’s thrusting hard-on.
As I reveled in my third orgasm, Russell suddenly released my tits, and grabbed my hips... stuffing his huge cock deep inside my pussy... then holding it there, as he exploded... blasting another huge load of warm, gooey jizzm all over the walls of my saturated cunt.
He kept sliding his thick dick in and out of my snatch... causing gobs of spunk to leak out from around his shaft, and trickle out of my gaping pussy into a puddle on the ground between my feet.
With his fading cock still shoved deep inside my vagina, he plopped himself on top of me, as we both gasped for air and struggled to catch our breath.
After resting for a brief minute, or two, I mumbled, “Okay... that’s enough, hon... I need to get back home... I was only supposed to be running to the store!”
I nudged him off of me, and pushed him away... his spent penis still semi-hard, as it slid out of my overflowing pussy... causing more cum to seep out from between my legs, and drip into the growing puddle of cum.
I turned around and looked at his thick rod... sticking out from his hips, with a soft bend to the shaft... his wide, round head pointing at the ground... with slimy cum and pussy juices dripping off the tip.
I couldn’t help myself... I bent over and sucked it into my mouth... using my lips and tongue to clean it off... before pulling up his shorts from around his ankles, and shoving his softening prick inside.
I pulled the straps from my dress up over my shoulders... quickly tucked my boobs back inside, where they belonged... then pulled my panties back into place between my legs, and adjusted the bottom of my sundress around my hips.
As I hurried to my car and opened the door, I said over my shoulder, “We can’t keep doing this Russell... this was the last time.”
He laughed... then grinned, and said, “We’ll see...”, as I climbed into my car, and started driving back toward home.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I got back to the house, and found my husband still watching his baseball game... totally unaware of my escapade... while Graham was still out on his date.
I probably should have known better... but after that night, every time my husband went on a golf trip, or was out of town on business... and my son was busy with his girlfriend or part-time job... Russell would call... and I just couldn’t resist.
It seemed like we ended up slipping away to fuck about once or twice a week... until he headed off to college at the end of that summer. Once he started school, it didn’t happen anywhere near as often as it used to... but whenever he came home from college, we’d still find time on occasion to sneak off for a blowjob or a quickie whenever the situation allowed.
We finally stopped completely when he graduated from college, and got a job up in Chicago. After that, I never saw him again... but that amazing summer still dances around in my head a lot... especially when I find myself alone in the house, with my favorite vibrator buzzing between my legs.
