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My name is Jenn. I love men. I am a retired athlete, in-shape, tough but also desiring of male company.
My special friend, Greg, is writing this continuation of our first story. As with the first post (“Female Athlete: I love men”). Greg agreed to write it, and then show it to me and allow me to edit parts before he published it. Here is a second posting of our continuing sex story.
Early on a cold, sunny morning, Greg collected me at our usual meeting spot, and we drove to go skiing. I insisted that I drive, as always. We talked and flirted on the drive. Greg is married and I’m living with a man 20-years my senior.
We skied until noon time when I told him, with my eyes twinkling, that I had reserved a room at a little road side motel with early check-in. Greg was shocked but was all-in for an afternoon together. We went to the ski area bar and knocked back a couple of shots. Our knees touched, and our hands were locked together under the table in anticipation. I leaned over and whispered, “did I tell you that I always go commando?”
Greg smiled with surprise. I added “just something I have adopted since my running days…easier to change clothes…”
Heads spinning with excitement and alcohol, we made our way to the truck and drove to the motel.
Once in the room, we took our time. We had all afternoon to do whatever we wanted as others believed we were skiing. We opened a bottle of Alagash Triple (a high alcohol beer) and drank and talked. One thing led to another and we ended-up passionately in each other’s arms, kissing and petting. Greg told me that he takes Viagara, which is no problem for me, so he took his pill. We didn’t want to rush things anyway, so adding another half hour to our foreplay was fine with me! His hand was under my top, playing with my little tits and nipples, as we kissed. He had a couple of drinks and then agreed to get naked. We left the curtains open on the windows, allowing the afternoon sun to flood the room. We helped each other undress. I reached down to hold his stiffening cock. “Hold that thought, sweetie, while I take a quick shower.” I jumped up from the bed to his surprise, and walked naked to the bathroom door. Smiling, I looked back over my bare shoulder, “Want to join me…”, and then headed into the bathroom. Greg was in the shower with me as the water began to warm. Our wet bodies molded together and I could feel is stiffening cock against my bottom. His hands were on my breasts and we pushed into each other. Turning, I kissed him passionately and rubbed myself against him. He then slid his fingers inside my wet pussy…oh! I slowly moved my hand on his shaft and he played with my pussy. We continued to kiss. My heart was racing and my breathing was labored. Finally, I broke from his embrace and led him out of the shower. We dried each other off.
He turned to kiss me and I slammed him up against the wall. Grabbing his wrists about his head, I held him still. “Don’t move. No touching me. Stay…” and I dropped to my knees. As I took his erect cock in my mouth, he moved to place his hands on my head. “No!” I ordered. No touching. Keep your hands over your head!” He protested but I insisted. I continued to leisurely suck his cock. Slowly, I bobbed my head up and down and I kissed the tip of his swollen cock. I love-love-love cocksucking. Finally, I looked up and said, “I want you to fuck me.” He didn’t hesitate, and we moved to the bed. He kissed my nipples and my neck. My loins were so hot. Slowly, he worked his way down to my pussy and kissed me down there. Oh! “Fuck me!” I told him. “Fuck me hard!”
He moved over top of me, his beautiful erect cock standing straight out. Our eyes locked. Without a word, Greg moved between my open legs, and slowly inserted himself in me. I was so wet and he slid in easily. Oh, my!
He went slowly, but firmly. We talked, teased each other, and took our time. His rhythm was insistent, yet slow and passionate. Without warning, he rolled onto his back, turning me over at the same time. I ended up on top of him, still impelled on his wonderful erection. I liked being in control, and I took over our movements easily. Greg placed his hands on my narrow hips to guide me, and then moved them up to my erect nipples (on my almost non-existent breasts). I liked him to play with my nipples. Unexpectantly, I shuddered with my first mini-orgasm. This was going to be a great fuck! I tired and suggested that we roll over again. We did so without his cock leaving my pussy. He was over top of me, looking down as he continued to thrust. “Look at me!” he commanded (I had closed my eyes like I normally would). Our eyes locked and held. It was so erotic to feel our hips slapping together and holding eye contact. If I closed my eyes in passion, he would say “Look at me” again. OMG this felt so good. With a quickening pace, and heavier breathing, Greg said “I’m fucking you! Yes, fucking you”. His pace became more urgent. “Look at me!” he ordered, “I’m fucking you”. Oh my… oh, yes! OH! My pussy and tummy muscles tightened in a passionate orgasm. “Look at me!” he insisted.
“Don’t stop!” I said, and my body shook again in pleasure. I was done, our eyes still locked on each other, I begged “Cum on my face, please….”
“You like that, bitch?” he asked. I nodded, still tingling from my climax.
He pulled out of me and straddling my chest, he stuck his wet cock in my hungry mouth. I could taste myself on him, but I didn’t care. He continued to look down on me. When I sensed that he was going to cum, I grabbed his cock out of my mouth, and began to urgently jerk him off. With a grunt, his body stiffened, and he shot his cum all over my face, up my nose, and in my hair. He froze and then sagged in exhaustion.
“Kiss me,” I said, and he leaned down. We had a long, cum infused, tongue tangling kiss.
What a fuck! I do love men.
My special friend, Greg, is writing this continuation of our first story. As with the first post (“Female Athlete: I love men”). Greg agreed to write it, and then show it to me and allow me to edit parts before he published it. Here is a second posting of our continuing sex story.
Early on a cold, sunny morning, Greg collected me at our usual meeting spot, and we drove to go skiing. I insisted that I drive, as always. We talked and flirted on the drive. Greg is married and I’m living with a man 20-years my senior.
We skied until noon time when I told him, with my eyes twinkling, that I had reserved a room at a little road side motel with early check-in. Greg was shocked but was all-in for an afternoon together. We went to the ski area bar and knocked back a couple of shots. Our knees touched, and our hands were locked together under the table in anticipation. I leaned over and whispered, “did I tell you that I always go commando?”
Greg smiled with surprise. I added “just something I have adopted since my running days…easier to change clothes…”
Heads spinning with excitement and alcohol, we made our way to the truck and drove to the motel.
Once in the room, we took our time. We had all afternoon to do whatever we wanted as others believed we were skiing. We opened a bottle of Alagash Triple (a high alcohol beer) and drank and talked. One thing led to another and we ended-up passionately in each other’s arms, kissing and petting. Greg told me that he takes Viagara, which is no problem for me, so he took his pill. We didn’t want to rush things anyway, so adding another half hour to our foreplay was fine with me! His hand was under my top, playing with my little tits and nipples, as we kissed. He had a couple of drinks and then agreed to get naked. We left the curtains open on the windows, allowing the afternoon sun to flood the room. We helped each other undress. I reached down to hold his stiffening cock. “Hold that thought, sweetie, while I take a quick shower.” I jumped up from the bed to his surprise, and walked naked to the bathroom door. Smiling, I looked back over my bare shoulder, “Want to join me…”, and then headed into the bathroom. Greg was in the shower with me as the water began to warm. Our wet bodies molded together and I could feel is stiffening cock against my bottom. His hands were on my breasts and we pushed into each other. Turning, I kissed him passionately and rubbed myself against him. He then slid his fingers inside my wet pussy…oh! I slowly moved my hand on his shaft and he played with my pussy. We continued to kiss. My heart was racing and my breathing was labored. Finally, I broke from his embrace and led him out of the shower. We dried each other off.
He turned to kiss me and I slammed him up against the wall. Grabbing his wrists about his head, I held him still. “Don’t move. No touching me. Stay…” and I dropped to my knees. As I took his erect cock in my mouth, he moved to place his hands on my head. “No!” I ordered. No touching. Keep your hands over your head!” He protested but I insisted. I continued to leisurely suck his cock. Slowly, I bobbed my head up and down and I kissed the tip of his swollen cock. I love-love-love cocksucking. Finally, I looked up and said, “I want you to fuck me.” He didn’t hesitate, and we moved to the bed. He kissed my nipples and my neck. My loins were so hot. Slowly, he worked his way down to my pussy and kissed me down there. Oh! “Fuck me!” I told him. “Fuck me hard!”
He moved over top of me, his beautiful erect cock standing straight out. Our eyes locked. Without a word, Greg moved between my open legs, and slowly inserted himself in me. I was so wet and he slid in easily. Oh, my!
He went slowly, but firmly. We talked, teased each other, and took our time. His rhythm was insistent, yet slow and passionate. Without warning, he rolled onto his back, turning me over at the same time. I ended up on top of him, still impelled on his wonderful erection. I liked being in control, and I took over our movements easily. Greg placed his hands on my narrow hips to guide me, and then moved them up to my erect nipples (on my almost non-existent breasts). I liked him to play with my nipples. Unexpectantly, I shuddered with my first mini-orgasm. This was going to be a great fuck! I tired and suggested that we roll over again. We did so without his cock leaving my pussy. He was over top of me, looking down as he continued to thrust. “Look at me!” he commanded (I had closed my eyes like I normally would). Our eyes locked and held. It was so erotic to feel our hips slapping together and holding eye contact. If I closed my eyes in passion, he would say “Look at me” again. OMG this felt so good. With a quickening pace, and heavier breathing, Greg said “I’m fucking you! Yes, fucking you”. His pace became more urgent. “Look at me!” he ordered, “I’m fucking you”. Oh my… oh, yes! OH! My pussy and tummy muscles tightened in a passionate orgasm. “Look at me!” he insisted.
“Don’t stop!” I said, and my body shook again in pleasure. I was done, our eyes still locked on each other, I begged “Cum on my face, please….”
“You like that, bitch?” he asked. I nodded, still tingling from my climax.
He pulled out of me and straddling my chest, he stuck his wet cock in my hungry mouth. I could taste myself on him, but I didn’t care. He continued to look down on me. When I sensed that he was going to cum, I grabbed his cock out of my mouth, and began to urgently jerk him off. With a grunt, his body stiffened, and he shot his cum all over my face, up my nose, and in my hair. He froze and then sagged in exhaustion.
“Kiss me,” I said, and he leaned down. We had a long, cum infused, tongue tangling kiss.
What a fuck! I do love men.
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