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If you follow my posts, you know 2 things for sure: 1) all of my documentation is true, and 2) I've been receiving periodic referrals from past playmates for many years.
2 days ago, I received a text message from a past male with whom I'd engaged in a short-term tutelage into his doing cock for the first time. He indicated there was a friend (actually, a co-worker) who had confided in him (she knew of his bisexuality, and he told her about us). He said this woman friend of his confessed she'd long been unhappy about the sex life she had with her husband. He asked if it was OK to give her my contact information. I said "Yes," for I'd seen this type of thing before.
She contacted me, and we spoke on the phone at great length. She really wanted to unload, and she did - because her friend said she could trust me. After an extended conversation, she said she wanted to know what it was like to have real sex. She really just wanted to have more than once or twice a year - missionary style - with him climbing on, getting off and rolling over.
We agreed to meet. Over a couple of drinks, she asked if I would introduce her to a real, honestly intense session. She thought it would make things more manageable in her real life. I held her for a bit, consoling her and letting her know she'd be OK. With that, I immediately indulged her in assertive, intense lovemaking. Long, hard kisses - my hands roaming all about her body. Kisses became nibbles - nibbles transitioned into bites. Caresses became pinches - pinches became grasping and groping. Within minutes, her clothing was in tatters: blouse, camisole, etc.
Soon, she was down to her bra and panties. I left a trail of hickeys, as well as teeth marks. She was so overwhelmed, I began to slow down. She screamed "No, No - Don't Stop! Keep Going!" We continued on, with great force - intensely sexual, but not damaging. She was so incredibly responsive, it was clear she'd never had any level of intense sexual play, since she'd only ever had sex with her husband - and, it appears, he was focused solely on himself.
I paused for a second or two, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. Still clad in the bra and panties, I pushed her to a mirror - a full-length dressing mirror. I made her face the mirror, so she could see everything there was to see. She stood, trembling, having no idea what was next.
I positioned myself behind her, picked up a scissor. Reaching my arms around her torso, I pulled the center of her bra slightly away from her flesh. I then slid one of the blades of the scissor where the two bra cups met, and sliced it through and through. The cups fell off her tits - drooping slightly, as she is in her 40s. The bra fell to the floor - I picked it up - and pushed it into her mouth. I said - forcefully - "Taste your sweat - taste your sex!" She trembled even more, and made no effort to terminate our session.
I then dropped to my knees, facing her. I told her to watch my every move. I raised up and forward, pressed my mouth against the crotch of her panties. After enjoying the aroma of her hairy cunt, I opened my mouth - clenched my teeth on the fabric of the panties, and began to tug downward. Slowly, but surely, I jerked my head to pull the panties down her soft thigh flesh. Soon, the panties were just above her knees. I then grabbed them with my hands, pulled them all the way downward. She was now fully nude.
I took her to the bed, pushed her face-down to the mattress, and propped up her ass. She was now on her knees, and totally vulnerable. I stripped off my clothing, my cock enormously rigid and wet at the tip. With her ass in the air, her hairy cunt was facing me. I used her flowing juices to lubricate my cock head - and thrust deeply into her love tunnel with one forceful push. There was nothing tender about any of this, from beginning to end. After minutes of owning her wet cunt, with her moans and groans and whimpers, I pulled out before I orgasmed. I crawled around her ass and up to her face. I told her to prop up on her hands - her ass still in the air.
Now, with her face aimed at my cock, I told her to open her mouth. She didn't hesitate, as she was in my complete command. I grabbed her face on either side, and pulled her toward me as I thrust forward. I cock-fucked her mouth until I spent ever drop of cum into her mouth and throat. She fought off the flow of semen, but I held my cock deep into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow so she could also breathe.
My cock began to soften, and she was in tears. With the entire sex act over, I cuddled her like she was a little puppy. She cried very hard. When I asked her why, she said, "Why have I been believing there was only sex for men - and I was just supposed to submit without pleasure of my own!" I responded, "It's not important now. You've lived through an experience that proves how it CAN - and SHOULD be!"
We talked endlessly. We then parted company. I'd thought this through, and had a pair of sweats for her to wear. I kept her clothing.
2 days ago, I received a text message from a past male with whom I'd engaged in a short-term tutelage into his doing cock for the first time. He indicated there was a friend (actually, a co-worker) who had confided in him (she knew of his bisexuality, and he told her about us). He said this woman friend of his confessed she'd long been unhappy about the sex life she had with her husband. He asked if it was OK to give her my contact information. I said "Yes," for I'd seen this type of thing before.
She contacted me, and we spoke on the phone at great length. She really wanted to unload, and she did - because her friend said she could trust me. After an extended conversation, she said she wanted to know what it was like to have real sex. She really just wanted to have more than once or twice a year - missionary style - with him climbing on, getting off and rolling over.
We agreed to meet. Over a couple of drinks, she asked if I would introduce her to a real, honestly intense session. She thought it would make things more manageable in her real life. I held her for a bit, consoling her and letting her know she'd be OK. With that, I immediately indulged her in assertive, intense lovemaking. Long, hard kisses - my hands roaming all about her body. Kisses became nibbles - nibbles transitioned into bites. Caresses became pinches - pinches became grasping and groping. Within minutes, her clothing was in tatters: blouse, camisole, etc.
Soon, she was down to her bra and panties. I left a trail of hickeys, as well as teeth marks. She was so overwhelmed, I began to slow down. She screamed "No, No - Don't Stop! Keep Going!" We continued on, with great force - intensely sexual, but not damaging. She was so incredibly responsive, it was clear she'd never had any level of intense sexual play, since she'd only ever had sex with her husband - and, it appears, he was focused solely on himself.
I paused for a second or two, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. Still clad in the bra and panties, I pushed her to a mirror - a full-length dressing mirror. I made her face the mirror, so she could see everything there was to see. She stood, trembling, having no idea what was next.
I positioned myself behind her, picked up a scissor. Reaching my arms around her torso, I pulled the center of her bra slightly away from her flesh. I then slid one of the blades of the scissor where the two bra cups met, and sliced it through and through. The cups fell off her tits - drooping slightly, as she is in her 40s. The bra fell to the floor - I picked it up - and pushed it into her mouth. I said - forcefully - "Taste your sweat - taste your sex!" She trembled even more, and made no effort to terminate our session.
I then dropped to my knees, facing her. I told her to watch my every move. I raised up and forward, pressed my mouth against the crotch of her panties. After enjoying the aroma of her hairy cunt, I opened my mouth - clenched my teeth on the fabric of the panties, and began to tug downward. Slowly, but surely, I jerked my head to pull the panties down her soft thigh flesh. Soon, the panties were just above her knees. I then grabbed them with my hands, pulled them all the way downward. She was now fully nude.
I took her to the bed, pushed her face-down to the mattress, and propped up her ass. She was now on her knees, and totally vulnerable. I stripped off my clothing, my cock enormously rigid and wet at the tip. With her ass in the air, her hairy cunt was facing me. I used her flowing juices to lubricate my cock head - and thrust deeply into her love tunnel with one forceful push. There was nothing tender about any of this, from beginning to end. After minutes of owning her wet cunt, with her moans and groans and whimpers, I pulled out before I orgasmed. I crawled around her ass and up to her face. I told her to prop up on her hands - her ass still in the air.
Now, with her face aimed at my cock, I told her to open her mouth. She didn't hesitate, as she was in my complete command. I grabbed her face on either side, and pulled her toward me as I thrust forward. I cock-fucked her mouth until I spent ever drop of cum into her mouth and throat. She fought off the flow of semen, but I held my cock deep into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow so she could also breathe.
My cock began to soften, and she was in tears. With the entire sex act over, I cuddled her like she was a little puppy. She cried very hard. When I asked her why, she said, "Why have I been believing there was only sex for men - and I was just supposed to submit without pleasure of my own!" I responded, "It's not important now. You've lived through an experience that proves how it CAN - and SHOULD be!"
We talked endlessly. We then parted company. I'd thought this through, and had a pair of sweats for her to wear. I kept her clothing.
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