Chapter 4
Jackie and Jill kept picking up middle-aged men at the restaurant and taking them back to their apartment for some play time. And one of them, Ed, had a very sexy story to tell.
My wife and I have a live-in maid named Sandy (Ed began one Saturday night, after the voluptuous young women had hauled his ashes in their inimitable style). She's a tall, slender brunette of twenty-one, and she was my first experience with younger women—except, of course, when I was younger myself. Her athletic body as she moved around the house, her pointed breasts and even her rather prominent mound under her white uniform, attracted me strongly; I must enjoy uniforms like your waitress ones, too. And apparently the attraction wasn't all one sided!
One evening, when my wife was out, Sandy called to me from the bathroom.
"Could you get me a towel, Ed?" she asked, using my first name for the first time. "I'm taking a shower, and I forgot to."
"Here," I replied, after I'd gone to the closet and gotten one. "Just open the door a crack, and I'll hand it on in."
"Oh, just bring it," she called back. "There's really nothing to be shy about."
Doing as she asked, I went into the bathroom. There, I saw that there already were a couple of towels. Obviously, she was playing a little game.
Now there was only the door of the shower stall between me and the maid's nakedness. In fact, I could see the flesh-colored outlines, of her young, trim body through the glass. And, suddenly, there wasn't even the glass. Sandy threw open the door and showed me everything!
"I just wanted you to see how nice I am under my clothes," she said, with seeming innocence. "As my employer, you sort of deserve to!"
I didn't know what to say. She was absolutely beautiful, and though I tried, out of respect for the situation and for my wife, I couldn't stop myself from looking at her. And when I attempted just to keep my eyes on her wet dark hair and her lovely face, they wandered downward. Gazing at her pert, hard-nippled breasts, her flat tummy, her rounded rear, her long thighs, and even her dripping black bush, I found myself getting very hard. And her smooth, slick flesh and her frank, open smile led me on.
"You're perfect, Sandy," I told her. "But you really shouldn't be showing yourself to me this way. Here, take the towel and dry yourself off." I was still trying to resist what was happening.
But she would have none of it. "No, Ed," she laughed, as she turned off the shower and got out of the stall. "You dry me off, instead!"
And I did. The forward maid came and stood close to me, with her graceful arms around my neck and her breathless young face right in front of mine. As I traced her nubile, naked form with the towel, she closed her brown eyes and kissed me deeply.
Soon, I found myself only drying off her pointed breasts, and then I forgot to use the towel. And soon after that, my bare hand was on her warm, moist pussy!
"Oh, Ed!" Sandy sighed. She pressed her tall, lean body against me in my clothes, and I cupped her smooth, firm buns to bring her closer still. "I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time. I could feel your eyes on me, and now I'm feeling your hands!"
"Well, maybe this has gotten it out of your system," I said, making one last try to do the "responsible" thing. "So let's stop it now, and you get dressed."
"But what about your system?" she pouted. "I can tell you're just as turned on as I am."
She paused, and shamelessly wiggled her hips.
"I can feel your dick on my pussy, and it's hard as a rock!"
"I'll admit it," I replied with a smile. "I need a shower as cold as the hot one you just took."
"Then why don't we have one together?" the maid pursued. "Though I'd prefer a warm one. I don't mind getting wet again."
She paused, and looked downward.
"Besides, I'm still wet somewhere!"
Now it had obviously gone too far for either of us to turn back. Sandy turned on the water again and got under it, and I stripped down. I wasn't embarrassed to let her see me naked, especially my fully hard cock. It was standing up as big and stiff as I'd ever seen it, much more than it had done in years for my wife.
Her eyes widened and she smiled happily when she saw it. "Oh, my, Ed!" she teased me. "You're really hung!"
Then I was in the shower with her, and we were stroking each other lovingly. It was amazing for me, as a middle-aged man, to be there with someone so young and beautiful. And that wasn't to mention what happened next!
"Hunch down a little bit," she told me. "I've done this kind of sex before."
I did as she said, and she took hold of my shoulders, spread her long legs, and brought herself down on me. With my cock standing up as it was, I couldn't have prevented it if I'd wanted to.
Suddenly, I was sliding into her tight young sleeve, or rather, she was taking me with it. I was in her! I was fucking Sandy!
And she was so beautifully hot and slick inside that I didn't want to stop. I held onto her luscious buns and helped her move on me, as the shower water made our encounter even steamier.
"Oh, Ed!" she breathed into my ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!"
"I am, young lady," I replied joyfully. "Or rather, you're fucking me!"
Then, feeling myself about to climax, I tried to pull out of her. But she wouldn't let me do it.
"Come inside me," she urged. "It's safe, and I want your come!"
And I did that, too. Suddenly my hot, urgent stuff was filling her, as I lost any remaining restraint, all reason. Indeed, it was one of the greatest, most consuming orgasms of my life.
We sank down onto the shower floor. But even then, Sandy didn't let me out of her. The attraction was so great that my cock stayed hard, and with her straddling my lap, we began fucking again. She leaned back away from me, and I could see her pert, bouncing breasts and her sleek wet front as she enjoyed herself thoroughly.
Her brown eyes were gleaming and her mouth was open with delight as she went at it. We held onto each other's shoulders and worked our hips wildly, draining every ounce of pleasure from our joining. This time, I could see myself going into her, my thick, hard cock penetrating her opening. And this time, when it arrived, I could actually see her orgasm flow through her. Her eyes went vacant, her slender body tensed, and her dark-furred mound jammed down onto me.
"Oh, Ed!" Sandy squealed, her inner muscles spasming, her hot juices flooding. "Ohhhh!"
"Oh, damn," I echoed, climaxing simultaneously, my cock feeling indescribably marvelous from its base to its tip. "Oh, yes!"
Then we uncoupled, struggled to our feet, and stood under the shower in a passionate, post-sex embrace.
"I'm getting too old for this," I laughed. "I don't think I can do any more."
"You're as young as you feel," the maid told me in return, wantonly rubbing her bush on me. "And with me around, you're going to feel young indeed!"
At that, she had us get out of the shower stall and finally towel off for good. But she truly wasn't ready to let me go. Instead, she leaned over the basin and presented her naked, shapely rear.
"One more time," Sandy urged, gazing dreamily over her soft shoulder. "See if you can get it in my pussy one more time!"
I shouldn't have been surprised that I was hard enough again. But first, I studied her intimate parts. She was so lovely down there, with her swollen labia, her pink inner folds, her little button, and her tight, dripping hole. Now all of that was for me!
Then I came up behind her, seized her trim waist, and plunged back inside. She started with pleasure when she felt me go in to the hilt, then begin levering strongly.
Rocking back and forth, she met my thrusts, her smooth back curving, her hard-nippled breasts projecting downward, her dark head tossing. And her hot, tight channel felt even better to me if it was possible, or at least different with us in that position.
"Fuck me, boss!" the live-in maid moaned again. "Just forget everything, and fuck me!"
"I will," I responded, moving faster and faster, as I listened to the exciting sound of flesh meeting naked flesh. "I am!"
Then we came one last time, with her wiggling and even rotating her rear with absolute, earthy happiness, and me driving deeply into her and exploding like a rocket. I pumped so much stuff that it flowed back out of her and dripped onto the bathroom floor.
"Oh, God!" we shouted together.
"Oh, yes!"
After that, there was no question but that we'd have hot sex again.
The next Friday night, when my wife was out for a few hours, I sneaked off to dinner with Sandy. She wore a short, low-cut, strapless black dress, and we enjoyed a romantic, candlelight meal. As I sipped my wine, I also drank in her twenty-one-year-old beauty, her lustrous dark hair, glowing face, and smooth, bare shoulders and upper chest. No man could have wished for a better maid or a better lover!
Even in that formal environment, however, Sandy remained bold. As we dined on the best the menu had to offer, I felt her knees rubbing mine under the table. And, suddenly, I also felt her foot on my crotch!
"Stop that!" I whispered, though I really didn't want her to. "Can't I take you anywhere?"
"No, Ed," she teased. "Not if you're not ready to have sex there!"
At that, she looked around to see that no one was watching. Then she slid down under the table, completely disappearing from sight. And when I felt her next, it was her fingers on my zipper, and her youthful lips on the head of my engorging cock!
Sandy proceeded to blow me there, right in the restaurant. It was our first time for oral sex, and what a time it was! I found her to be very experienced, as she licked around my cock head, then along my hard shaft, then at its sensitive base. She even did my balls before going back and taking as much of my length as she could into her hot young mouth!
I gripped the tablecloth as she bobbed her head and did me right, using her tongue as well. I tried to keep my face under control, but I must have looked like I was in some sort of mysterious heaven. When the waitress came by and asked if I wanted anything, assuming my companion was in the ladies' room, I discovered the delights of public sex for the first time in my life. It was wild to be secretly receiving head while talking with her.
And it was more than wild when Sandy went on to bring me off!
"Nnn. Nnn!" I went, clenching my teeth and trying to keep myself under control as a massive orgasm surged through me. My legs tightened and my fingers dug into the cloth as my partner put me through changes. I pumped long and strongly, putting out volumes of my steaming stuff.
And I didn't need to worry about messing up the restaurant's carpet, because she swallowed every drop of it down!
"Mmm, that was good," Sandy purred, suddenly reappearing opposite me and licking her lips. "You taste good, Ed."
I was happy and bewildered at the same time. "Have you no shame at all, young lady?" I asked her playfully.
"No. None!" she replied quickly. "Why should I? It was an act of love."
She paused.
"And turnabout's fair play!"
Once I'd caught her meaning, I was game. Sliding under the table myself, disappearing as if I'd now gone to the men's room, I put my hands on her smooth, slender thighs and got my face up between them. I pushed aside her tiny black panties and opened her with my fingers. Then I began to lick her tender pink folds, finding them already wet with her love juice.
The truth was, I had longed to do that ever since I'd studied her parts the night before. She had looked so clean and delicious, and now I discovered her to be so indeed! I found her clit and licked it until her legs tightened on my head with pleasure. I even made my tongue hard and plunged it into her hole.
Now, above the table, it must have been Sandy's turn to try to hide her feelings. As I abandoned myself to eating her, she must have dealt with the waitress as I had, all the while wanting to scream with ecstasy. I brought her higher and higher, flicking my tongue tip faster and faster over her joy button. Soon I had her coming, as a flood of her warm fluid met my mouth.
"Mmm," I heard her hum from above me. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmmm!"
Then I resurfaced as she had, licking my own spunk-coated lips.
"Did I taste good too?" she asked coyly but outrageously. "Did I?"
"Dee-licious," I replied. "You're the best!"
After that, we just had to get horizontal and fuck for real. I pulled out enough money to cover the check, tossed it on the table, and practically dragged my partner out of the restaurant.
We got in the car and raced to a secluded place I knew, where we parked and tumbled into the back seat. It was as if I were twenty-one years old, too. And since my wife was due home soon, there was a time constraint that made it all the more urgent and exciting.
With her smiling encouragement, I tugged down Sandy's black strapless dress, exposing her pink-tipped breasts. I licked her nipples for a moment, then pulled up her short skirt. Pushing her panties aside once more, I rubbed up her seam. But, needless to say, it was extremely hot and wet already.
There wasn't time to get undressed, both because we had to get home and because we were so hot. So she lay back on the car seat, and I freed my burgeoning cock and slid it directly into her. It must have occurred to us that for all the sex we'd had in the past twenty-four hours, we had yet to do it in the most usual position.
"Fuck me, Ed!" Sandy urged. "Fuck me straight, and fuck me right!"
"I'll fuck you," I answered, going out of control. "I'll fuck your young brains out!"
And so I did. Levering strongly, letting my whole middle-aged body get involved in the torrid action, I used my entire throbbing length to take us to heaven. I pushed into her farther than I ever had with any woman, making her brown eyes widen with delighted surprise.
Her tight, slick sleeve felt incredible, and the way she moved it thrilled me to no end. She grasped my shoulders and dug her fingers into them; then, for a change of pace, she grabbed my necktie.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, God!" Sandy cried, coming almost instantly. Her hot juice flowed out around my plunging rod, only inspiring me to greater effort. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhh!"
"I'm glad you liked that," I gasped, not missing a beat in my raging rhythm. "Get ready for another one now!"
She did come again, and again, all in the space of five minutes. I could sense her becoming totally gone in sex, her athletic body seeming to know no other way to be. Her dark head was thrashing around, her nipples were incredibly hard, and her tummy and thighs were quivering involuntarily. Yes, I was fucking her right!
"Oh, Ed!" she exclaimed. "It's like you were taking my virginity all over again. No one's ever done me like this before."
"Thank you," I panted, as I felt her climax yet again. "But all good things have to come to an end. And I have to come right now!"
At that, I let loose a magnificent burst. It seized me from head to toe, but it was centered even more in my cock, which felt like an overcharged dynamo. I pumped what felt like gallons, so much that it squeezed back out of Sandy's pussy around my sublimely satisfied rod.
My orgasm was about the longest I'd ever had, too, as I kept thrusting until it finally ended. And she stayed with me through all of it, moving her magic channel and her inner muscles as if to suck out every last drop of my steaming hot stuff.
"I'm practically speechless," I said, when we had disengaged, arranged our clothing, and were driving home. "I feel like a kind of zombie for whom there's nothing else but sex."
"There isn't, for now," my lover replied, taking my arm and laying her sweet head on my shoulder. "So let's just go with the flow."
And that was what we did. My wife didn't sense anything, unless it was a renewed ardor when I made love to her because I was thinking of Sandy, too. I even fantasized about confessing everything and then talking them into bed for a threesome, but I knew that would be going too far. As it was, my cock was hard enough, often enough, for both of them separately, which suited everyone just fine. In fact, it seemed to be hard all the time!
And Sandy, especially, made good use of it. She was as insatiable as I was, taking every opportunity, and even when there didn't seem to be one, to have sex with her boss. I wasn't even jealous when she went out with guys her own age, because I knew that her heart, and her pussy, were really with me.
One Saturday afternoon (Ed continued his story), Sandy invited me to go clothes shopping with her.
"What sort of thing are you looking for?" I asked brightly, as we drove to the mall. "Can I buy you a pretty new dress?"
But, in her T-shirt and jeans, she shifted sexily in her seat.
"No, lover," she purred, brushing back her dark hair. "Actually, I was thinking of some lingerie!"
"I might have known," I sighed happily, since I could guess what would follow. "I might have known!"
In the sexy store, the saleslady said it was perfectly normal for the man to go into the dressing room with the woman while she tried on her choices, and that was exactly what we did. Sandy selected an armful of the most outrageously revealing things, and while there were plenty of garments, it wasn't a big armful!
Once we were behind closed doors, my lover stripped naked. Again, I took in the sight of her young, slender figure, from her pointed breasts, to her trim waist, to her firm rear and thighs, to her neatly trimmed black bush. She was so healthy and innocent-looking, yet she was the embodiment of every man's strongest sexual fantasies.
Did she know the effect she was having on me? But of course, while she tended to laugh it off, she did. She instinctively knew how to use her young body to mind-boggling advantage. She had had experience that belied her apparent innocence, and besides, she fucked like an absolute goddess of love!
"Time for a little fashion show, Ed," Sandy beamed, sitting me down on the dressing room bench. "I'm going to make your cock so hard!"
"You may make me pass out instead," I joked. "But yes. I wouldn't miss this for the world!"
At that, she put on a lacy black bra that pushed up her breasts to exciting prominence. The only problem was, if it was a problem indeed, that it came just short of covering her nipples.
"This must be so a man can still lick them," my young lover teased. "So lick my nipples, lover. Lick them real good!"
I didn't need any further urging. Pulling her close, I addressed her hard pink beauties, also circling her areolae with my tongue. And, because her pussy was still bare, I went down and licked that as well.
"Mmm, that feels just fine!" Sandy purred, gyrating her hips and running her fingers through my hair. "But I hope you're feeling fine, too. Why don't you take out your cock and let me see?"
"Young lady," I sighed, "you're the most shameless female I've ever known!"
"Oh, pooh," she countered. "I'm not shameless, just natural!"
So I did unzip, and my cock didn't have to be taken out at all. Rather, it sprang up so long, thick and hard that it made my lover gasp with delight.
"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed now. "When I teased you just now, I wanted to get some results. And it sure looks like I have!"
Then she took off the bra, and wiggled her butt into a pair of revealing black panties. They were the loose kind that had a lot of material toward the waist but almost none between the legs where it really counted.
"How do you like these?" Sandy, now topless instead of bottomless, preciously inquired of me. "But wait. Let me show them to you right!"
At that, and having found there was enough room in the dressing area, she got down on her hands and knees, facing away from me. Then she raised her smooth, luscious tail in the air and, looking wantonly back over her shoulder, wiggled it at my face.
"Are these panties good?" my lover asked. "I mean, can you see my pussy in them?"
"If that's what you want," I replied, swallowing hard. I sure as hell did! Things had gotten wilder than I'd ever imagined, and I was loving every minute of it.
"I do want," she giggled. "I want a man to see my fur, and my labes, all of it. I want him to say, T want to fuck that!'"
"I want to fuck that," I then said. "And I'm not just whistling 'Dixie!'"
Being younger, she may have missed the expression, but she surely didn't miss my cock. Where I sat on the bench, it was pointing straight up, and she readily got to her feet to meet it.
Now she bent over double and backed up to me, her hands on her long, tight thighs and her hard-nippled breasts pointing downward. Suddenly, my dick tip was right in her wiggling cleft!
What a marvelous sensation it was, as my young lover and I teased each other that way! Unspokenly, we didn't fuck yet, but we did everything but. My tip brushed her fresh, dark fur, then the exciting bit of black cloth that was between her legs, then her labia. Then, as she reached back boldly and spread herself with her fingers, it brushed her wet inner pink, and her clit.
"I want your big hard cock to go into my tight young hole," Sandy said.
She paused, as my middle-aged head throbbed with exquisite agony.
"But before that," she went on, standing up and breaking our contact in the ultimate tease, "I want to try on one more thing."
Then she stripped off the panties, and slipped into a filmy white nightie that insidiously, and wonderfully, hid much less than it revealed. As she faced me triumphantly, I could see every inch of her breasts above the scooped-out neckline, her entire pussy and the bottom half of her rear below where it ended abruptly, and, through the cloth, every wonderful thing in between.
"Oh, yes," I sighed happily, feeling totally beside myself with love as well as lust. "That's it. In that, you're at once an innocent young woman, and the high priestess of fuck!"
Sandy smiled. "That's the way I want it, too."
She paused.
"And this is how I want us to ball like we've never balled yet!"
We did. Oh, God, how we did! She spread her silky legs and hunched forward, her sweet snatch unerringly seeking my upright dick. Seizing my shoulders and lowering herself, she took me to the hilt in one smooth stroke, into her hot, wet, young, incredibly tight and thrilling sleeve.
It was our best encounter. It was more than the best. I knew what pure rapture was, I knew the answer to every question, as my lover moved on me in that dressing room, her sweet loins fulfilling me.
And there was the way she moved me, even in other ways than moving her pussy. There were her delicate fingers caressing me, her smooth cheek against mine, her soft breath in my ear, her wonderfully feminine "oohs" and "ahhs." All of it combined to make my life complete.
Needless to say, on the physical level, my eventual orgasm was stupendous! If it wasn't too much of a reach, I became one big cock, throbbingly pumping my innermost being out to her.
And if that was ecstasy, then they had to invent a better word.
Sandy felt a similar way. "Oh, yes!" she moaned, her entire young body quivering with deepest release. "Oh. Ohhhh!"
There were other times like that (Ed concluded his story). But, marvelous as it was, we both knew that it had to end eventually. By the very nature of youth and age, I had to go back to my wife, and she had to live for the future more than the past.
"We had fun. We had more than fun," Sandy said, after the last time we fucked. "And we have nothing to feel guilty about. The really bad thing is guilt, you know, not the thing itself."
Then she reached under the bed where we lay, and gave me something. It was the white nightie she'd worn in the dressing room, that had so suited her!
"Remember, lover," she concluded with a smile. "Remember always!"
And, it goes without saying, I have. Just the sight of that bit of lace makes me rise like a stallion!
...I knew another remarkable young woman (Ed recalled, launching into a second, shorter narrative). If I do say so myself, I think I'm attractive to them—like I hope I am to you, Jackie and Jill—because I look young for my age and I have a playful, sexy attitude. Heaven knows, I try to stay in the game!
Anyhow, I met Karen at a bus stop, and we got to talking. She was about twenty, had a freshly pretty face and shoulder-length dark hair, and was wearing a white silk blouse, a black skirt, and stockings and high heels. Her skin was clear and smooth, and her body looked magnificent. She had that delicious curve of breasts, waist, hips and swelling thighs that only belongs to the first bloom of womanhood.
To make a long story short, I asked her for a date, and she accepted, even though she could guess I was married. What she didn't guess was how much older I was, though she knew I was a bit so. I took her to a new, trendy club with a live band. After drinks and dinner, when we danced and she got her body in beautiful motion, she gazed at me frankly and sexily, and I knew we were headed for bed. I also fit right in with the younger crowd that was there.
We went to her place, where she came right into my arms. I tasted her full, hot lips for the first time, and inhaled her perfume and nuzzled her dark hair. Her large, firm breasts pressed my chest, her springy thighs contacted mine, arousing me instantly. I stroked her sexy back through her thin blouse and traced the exciting curve of her behind.
Then Karen unbuttoned her blouse, and I helped her ease it off. I caressed her smooth, bare shoulders and arms, and she smiled and gave a little quiver of pleasure. She was wearing an equally thin bra that didn't cover much of her full white breasts, and I could see her hard pink nipples through it. Suddenly, she took her bra off, and I was feasting my eyes, then my mouth, on the freshest and firmest bosom I'd been close to in years.
Now, to my delight, she kicked off her high heels and started dancing around the room, letting me view her as she knew I'd really wanted to at the club. The sight of that young woman topless in her black skirt, with her large, perfectly shaped breasts bouncing freely, at once blew my mind and did my older heart good. And I thought my erection would burst through my slacks!
Then, as I stripped down to my shorts, Karen removed her skirt and stood before me in a lacy black garter belt, panties, and stockings. Her panties were tiny, showing wisps of dark pussy fur around the edges, and her swelling thighs were faultlessly smooth. Her curves were consummately feminine. I ran my hands over the exciting contours of her young, naked body, as she purred and sighed. Then I hooked my thumbs in her panties and eased them down, revealing all of her soft, humid fur, as well as her delicate pink labia.
It was slow foreplay, but it suited us just fine. For her part, she probably wanted a man who took his time rather than some hot young dick, who thereby made it even better when it all did happen. And I wanted to savor her as much as I could!
To that end, I had to get my mouth on that tempting pussy of hers, so I knelt down and dove right in. And when I opened her with my tongue, flicked it over her clit and found her tight opening, she was as hot, slick, and tasty as I'd expected. I grasped her firm hips, nuzzled her warm bush, and lapped her fresh young juices as she wiggled and sighed with delight. It was almost as if I was sucking youth back into myself, too.
Then Karen stood up, pulled down my shorts, and freed my rock-hard member. Her full lips opened in a gasp, and her dark eyes widened when she saw me. She knelt down in turn, and applied her sensuous mouth to my rod. First, she sucked on the tip, running her tongue around it and almost making me come too soon. Then she took me in, slowly, gazing dreamily up at me. After that, she really got going, taking me deep, her head bobbing and her dark hair shaking.
We didn't want to finish that way, though, so she let me out and we moved to the bed. She lay back on it, and I feasted my eyes on her faultless young body: the perfect globes of her upstanding breasts, her smooth, creamy flesh, and, surely not least, her fresh, wide-open pussy all ready for me. I even took off her black garter belt and stockings, since, in this case, it was more of a turn-on for me to have her be totally nude.
Then I got over her and fitted my hard, throbbing manhood into her hot, tight place. After the first thrill of entry, I probed deeply, finding that she fit me like a glove. Our bodies, too, seemed to fit together just right. Despite the difference in our ages, we were destined to be together, and to fuck!
Supporting myself on my elbows, I thrust hotly and rhythmically. Karen reached up, held onto my shoulders, and moved her sexy hips in reply. She made love with a youthful passion that inspired me to give my all. I put it to her slowly, feeling my shaft slide into her tightness up to the hilt, then slide back until its tip was again being excited by her tender labia. Then I put it to her fast, as we smiled and panted with pleasure.
Neither of us wanted it to end yet, so we changed position. I rolled over on my back, and she got on top and rode me. Now I could view almost all of her thrilling young body as she moved rampantly above. She leaned forward a bit and rested her hands on my chest, which made her full breasts hang and swing, her nipples excited and hard. Her smooth white thighs hugged my hips, her dark hair hung down, her luscious mouth was open in a sexy pant, and her eyes were dreamily glazed. I could even look down between us and see her hot, tight pussy moving on my shaft!
Finally, when neither of us could hold off anymore, we let ourselves climax together. Karen's whole body tensed, and I could feel her inner muscles doing fantastic things to me. We were at that ultimate moment when a man and a woman are of one flesh yet wonderfully different, a perfect complement to each other. My cock jerked and pumped with the most fulfilling orgasm I'd had in a long, long time.
But that wasn't quite all we did that night (Ed continued). And our second round turned out to be a lot raunchier!
After a brief rest, Karen suggested that we dance naked together, completing what we'd begun at the club. So we put on some slow music and held each other close, with her warm, swelling breasts pressing my chest and my hands cupping her firm, smooth behind. I hunched down and slid my renewed rod between her legs and along her hot, wet slit, where the sensation of her soft fur and her tender labes nearly drove me crazy.
But then we put on a fast tape, and things got even wilder! My young partner danced solo for me again, as the uninhibited exhibitionist she was. With a wanton look in her dark eyes, she shook her hard-nippled breasts, turned and wiggled her bouncy behind, and even bent over and showed me everything between her legs. Then she turned again, raised her arms, tensed her smooth belly and silky thighs, and bumped her sweet pussy at me, simply asking for my cock.
I was about to go over and give it to her in a standing position. But Karen had one more move in mind, and that was her best yet! Having me lie down on the carpet, with my dick pointing straight up, she did a limbo dance over me! Again and again, her taut legs spread in a half-crouch, she passed above my incredibly turned-on form. I feasted my eyes repeatedly on the undersides of her round breasts, her tensed buns, her smoothly curving back, and her dark hair hanging down behind. And of course, I had absolutely full views of her maddeningly spread pussy!
It was a fantastic tease (Ed concluded), and I was soon aching for relief. So at last, seeing my discomfort, my young lover smiled and relented. On her next pass, she stopped and lowered her hot, tight sleeve onto my wildly primed rod. And she didn't mind when I came instantly, because she'd been so turned on by her wanton dance that so did she!
...Jackie and Jill had forgotten themselves as they listened to the middle-aged man's sexy tales. But now, as the three of them lay in the girls' own bed in their city apartment, they noted that his cock was reaching for the ceiling.
"You told a couple of great stories," Jackie said. "But you also made us all horny as hell."
"Yes," Jill chimed in. "So I have an idea. Why don't you pretend we're that maid and that other girl, and go ahead and fuck us again?"
And Ed did. Oh, yes, he did!