I was newly divorced and looking for a man to provide me an exciting sex life, something I felt I had missed out on for so long. Wanting a man I could boast to my girlfriends about, a man with a large, thick cock, bigger and thicker than the ones they like to brag about for me.
A man who will fuck me in exciting ways. A man who will introduce me to sexual pleasure I had only dreamed about. New levels of sexual pleasure. Perhaps a man who will introduce me to deviate sexual pleasure, though I was not exactly sure what deviate sexual was before I did a search, excited at the answer.
“Any act of sexual gratification involving the sex organs of one person and the mouth or anus of another, anus to mouth or involving invasion of the anus or vagina of one person by a foreign object manipulated by another person”. Wow!
I am Lorna, still proud of my almost forty-year old, hour glass, naked body when I admire it my bedroom mirrors. Modest firm tits, flat stomach, impressive forty-one inch hips, and a big tidy ass with a few dimples. A turn on for me while looking at my naked body in the mirror, teasing it with a fingertip, my nipples, my pussy, my cunt lips with it’s freshly waxed jet black pubic hair,
Admiring my legs in killer heels, spread while I tease my pussy, hoping my firm, well developed thighs will be a turn for the man of my dreams. Imagining him licking the insides of them before he licks my clit on the way to fucking me.
Imagining a naked, well hung man admiring my naked body as I inserted my largest vibrator between my cunt lips in a fucking motion. Bringing myself to a noisy orgasm, talking to my myself, imagining my dream man as I fuck myself with vibrator, watching and admiring in the mirror all the while. Wondering if another woman would find me sexually attractive? Cunnilingus from a woman would be a whole new sexual experience for me. Wondering, fantasising.
Less than a week later Cecil had invited me out to dinner. After the steaks lots of mating game questions from both of us. Cecil telling me he had an ass fetish as he ran a hand over my ass. Me telling Cecil as discretely as I could, not wanting to frighten him off, size was important to me. Cecil teasing both of us by asking if I considered nine-inches important, while running my hand over the bulge under his slacks.
Asking each other about our employment, telling him I was in the fashion industry. Cecil telling me he was a widely published writer of business books, many of them used as tertiary texts. Adding he was also a prolific write of porn stories, hundreds of them on a porn website.
He had my complete attention, teasing me when he told me, “Perhaps I could help you write a story about the sexual relationship I want to have with you?”
At first I didn’t believe him, though later that night when I looked up the websites he gave me he was telling the truth. For me his business books were a little dull. Though his porn stories were very exciting for me, a huge turn on for me, imagining this obviously incredibly experienced man, a rake, seducing me, making love to me, fucking me, writing stories about it afterwards.
Standing naked in front of my bedroom mirror, reading one of his stories as I masturbated. Imagining some of the stores I could tell my girlfriends to make them jealous and envious.
The next night dinner in Cecil’s penthouse overlooking the city’s major park opposite a subway station. Kissing with our tongues when I arrived, both of us knowing we going to be lovers that night. Wanting him to excite me even before he seduced me.
I had dressed to impress for him, as most of the women in his stories I had read did. A short black skirt and simple white blouse over black stockings, matching garter belt, long thin straps to hold up the stockings, no knickers, a cup-less bra and killer heels. Cecil had a skin tight pair of jeans, the outline of his large, thick cock obvious and a skin tight, black t-shirt to highlight his muscly, toned torso.
Asking me did I read any of his stories? Tongue kissing Cecil while telling him, “Your porn stories were very exciting for me, a huge turn on for me. Are they all true stories?” Stopping short of telling him his stories were so exciting I had to masturbate.
Sitting opposite him as we sipped French Champagne, crossing my legs for him. Letting my skirt ride high enough to expose the naked thigh over the top of my stockings. Crossing my legs again, opening them just enough to show him I hadn’t worn knickers. His eyes confirming he liked what I had shown him.
Cecil was a gourmet cook, a wonderful light meal with matched wine. Talking about our fetishes over dinner. Asking him did he really have an ass fetish. Too embarrassed to admit I had never ever had my big ass kissed and licked, worshiped by a man. Desperately wanting it to happen with him.
Sucking my middle finger over the antique dinner table, whispering, “Let’s make love, fuck all night.” Taking my hand to help me stand, leading me to his lavish bedroom, mirrors on three walls and the ceiling. Kissing me passionately as he whispered, “I want to fuck you so bad,” placing my hand over his semi-erect cock under his jeans. Returning his kisses as he undressed me.
My short black skirt first, kneeling in front of me. Licking the area of bare thigh above my stockings, licking my clit, hands on my ass. Watching me remove my blouse for him, admiring my tits in my cup-less bra, licking and sucking my hard nipples. Telling me to leave my shoes on as I watched him undress for me while kissing passionately, his shirt then his jeans, nothing underneath them except the biggest, thickest erection I had ever seen or had.
For a first fuck with a new man he was tremendous, fucking me slowly at first, then working up to a faster rhythm. Talking to me all the time. Bringing me to orgasm for him long before he came in me,
We did make love and fuck all night, watching myself having sex in a ceiling mirror for the first time. Before we made love and fucked a second time he asked me to put my heels and garter belt back on again. Standing, placing my hands on the wall for support, watching in the mirrors as he kissed and licked my big ass, worshiped it. Telling me it was magnificent as I clenched it for him, raking his nails over it. Watching his cock grow. Asking me to fuck him on top of him so he could admire my big ass in the ceiling mirror.
Even though Cecil was an obvious rake, I had met him at just the right time in my life. We were quickly very comfortable with each other, levels of sexual pleasure I hadn’t even imagined. He was a sex machine. Tongue fucking me to multi orgasms before he fucked me with his thick, nine-inch erection. Making me cum for him every time before he orgasmed.
A pillow under my ass, talking to me while tongue fucking me, my legs over his shoulders, so wet for him, teasing me, edging me by asking, “Another man with a huge cock, far bigger than me, is watching us, he wants you to have it while I am tongue fucking you,” leaving me hanging and wondering, fantasising about such a man.
Teaching me to masturbate to mutual orgasm while he did. Something I had never had before. Watching him fitting one of his evil looking cock rings over his erection and fastening it under his balls.
Giving me a tube of lube to smear over his erection, telling me to clench my hand tighter. Then putting his hand on mine, showing me how he liked being masturbated to orgasm with my hand. Then two hands, asking me to kiss him when he was right on the edge. Then watching him wide eyed as I masturbated him to orgasm for the first time, so pleased with myself and his reaction.
Timing ourselves to see who could hold out the longest, invariably Cecil, though after a while I was very close behind him.
Before we enjoyed mutual masturbation the next time he taught me how to fit his cock ring over his erection and clip it under his balls. Telling me, “Tighter, look how my erection responds, look at the thick vein along my erection. Touch it. Give me a hand job, masturbate me. I did while he masturbated me. So pleased using two hands, edging him, when he orgasmed for me with my new skills.
Cecil teaching me how he likes to receive fellatio. A huge buzz for me sucking his erection to orgasm after so many others had before me. Teasing him edging him just as he wanted, talking to me all the time. Using my lips, tongue and fingers. Teasing and licking his balls.
Taking his fellatio, his blow job to higher level one night. A glass of grape fruit for me, he wanted my mouth wet, very wet, sloppy even, asking me to repeat the word purple ten times. Watching my lips form into the perfect shape for his head job, fellatio, a blow job.
“Tease me Lorna, edge me, my erection has never been this big and hard for you ever before. Look at that vein along my cock bulging for you, you did that. Tease it with a fingertip while you lick and suck just the tip of my erection.”
This time I was far more confident, telling him, “I want you to cum all over my tits. Or would you like me to swallow? Not before I tell you to.”
Using my hands. One hand around his shaft, simultaneously moving my hand and mouth up and down his erection. Enhancing the motion, twisting my wrist back and forth as I moved up and down. Lots of lube. Using my other hand to gently massage his balls.
So enthusiastic, telling him, “I wanted to do this to your big cock the moment you first showed it to me. Do you like how this feels? Or this?” Looking up every so often to make eye contact, indicating I was enjoying myself as much as he was. Waiting for him, knowing he wants me to swallow. Edging him, telling him, “Not before I tell you. Wait, wait, wait.”
“So good, so fucking good Lorna,” he told me, so pleased with myself and my new skills, as he gushed, his body trembling for me.
Another round of fellatio for him, a head job. Cecil sitting in a chair showing me how he liked his nipples licked and sucked, a sure way to give him a boner before his head job.
Talking to me, his hand on my head, whispering instructions, with an absolute boner. So pleased to be learning from him, My ex had no interest at all in oral sex I told him, amazed at how exciting oral sex could be and how long we could prolong it for before we fucked. I took great delight in telling him, “Your cock is huge compared to my ex, and so thick when I make you hard, really hard.”
Asking me to pee for him, a little hesitant at first, but quickly turned on by Cecil watching me pee, my legs spread for him, kissing me while he watched. Teaching me how to give him a golden shower the way he prefers. A huge turn on for both of us. Why had all these kinky pleasures taken so long to find me?
One day was a standout for me, Cecil and me were both naked, teasing each other as foreplay when the door opened. “Sorry I’m late,” one of his buddy’s told us, a boy barely twenty. “I promised John he could watch, do you mind?,” Cecil asked me with a naughty smile.
Before I could muster my thoughts John was naked for us both. Cecil and me enjoying his presence, a boy staring at my naked body as I watched his cock harden, then harden some more, as I posed hands on hips for him. Cecil had teased me a few times by asking if I would like a young boy with a huge cock, bigger than my cock to watch us fucking.
Telling him every time, “Yes I would,” playing along with his tease. Teasing me even further by asking, “Perhaps you could suck his cock while I was fucking you.” Hoping it wasn’t just a tease.
Recalling Cecil telling me, “Another man with a huge cock, far bigger than me, is watching us, he wants you to have it while I am tongue fucking you.”
This time it wasn’t a tease, Cecil fucking me from behind after John watched him kissing and licking my ass, worshiping it. So good, the centre of attention for two males, a boy with a huge erection watching Cecil worshiping my ass.
Admiring John’s huge erection, the biggest I had ever seen, wonderful eye candy. John teasing it for me with a fingertip, as he watched Cecil fucking me. Tempting me.
Cecil took great delight in telling me, “John is eleven-inches just for you. Have you ever had a man that big? Would you like to have his big cock? You know I want you to have it. Do it for me.”
Wonderful new levels of sexual pleasure for me. Two men I can boast about to my girlfriends, both with large, thick erect cocks, much bigger and thicker than the ones they like to brag about to me. Cecil fucking me from behind, his hands like a vice on my ass. Watching while John slid his eleven-inch erection between my lips with my hand around it. So exciting when Cecil whispered, “You know I want you to have it. Do it for me.” Fucking me while I did it for him.
One night Cecil was fucking me when he teased me by telling me, “I want to watch one of your girlfriends tongue fuck you while you give me a head job. Women are always better at tongue fucking another woman than men. I would love to watch.” Setting my train of thought in motion, even though I had never had another woman, wondering which of my girlfriends I could approach, though I did have one in mind.
“I told one of my girlfriends about you Cecil, about us. She confirmed she would like to watch us having sex,” I told him a few days later.
It wasn’t long after the same girlfriend, a suburban housewife, a woman around our age was watching us having sex. I was determined to show my new sexual side to her. For a few weeks in the lead up Cecil had been asking if another woman had ever watched me fucking my previous lover.
Kate was far more glamorous than a typical suburban housewife when she arrived, dressed in heels and a short black, backless dress, kissing me when she arrived, obviously excited at what she had come to watch and participate in, just as Cecil and me were. Both of us naked underneath our matching short, black silk dressing gowns for her.
“You are a different woman to the suburban woman living just up the road, I knew up until recently, Kate told me as she removed my gown, kissing me as she did. “Oh wow, a far different woman, look at you. What a body, so fuckable, and I love the way you wax.”
Wonderful sexual tension when I told Kate, holding her hand, kissing with our tongues, “Cecil wanted to watch one of my girlfriends tongue fuck me while I give him a head job.”
“Fine by me, she smiled as we kissed with our tongues, as Cecil removed her short black, backless dress, leaving her naked. Cecil opening his gown to show Kate and me his erection. Kate’s eyes like dinner plates as she admired Cecil’s boner.
Cecil was holding my hand as he organised me in a carver chair. Returning his kisses when he told me, “Enjoy her Lorna, I know I will.”
Kate joining in, tongue kissing me, telling me I always thought you had a hidden sex drive, now I know. “I was going to proposition you even before your man left. Tell you I was bi, tell you how much I wanted to have you, tongue fuck you.”
The chair was the perfect height for me to take Cecil’s erection between my pursed lips with Kate watching.
The first time a woman had ever watched me giving a man fellatio, before she knelt in front of me, parting my legs, licking and kissing her way up my thighs. Her tongue expertly finding my clit. Cecil was almost correct when he told me, “Women are always better at tongue fucking another woman than men.”
Three-way sexual pleasure, so good. Lots to brag about to my girlfriends. Looking forward to what else Cecil might have for me.