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She was waiting on the platform that evening as I got down from the train, her full, curvaceous body barely covered by the light top and loose, knee length skirt that fluttered in the evening breeze. Her nipples pushed, button like, against the material that strained to enclose her succulent body, while her deep cleavage formed by her sumptuous bosoms peeked out of the blouse, unbuttoned to attract the attention of every passing male. When Livia was there, everybody knew it. Unconcerned, she scanned the disembarking passengers, her tongue nervously moistening her lips as she looked out for me. Recognition, a big beaming smile and a cry of delight as she rushed down the platform, engulfing me in an enormous bear hug. Her voluptuous bosoms pressed hard into my chest as she planted a full passionate kiss on my mouth and slipped her tongue down my throat, an indication of pleasures to come. A little overwhelmed I responded in kind, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth.
“Welcome to Christmas,” she said, as she took my hand and we turned away to the car parked behind the station. A short drive took us to her home, a comfortable unit in a nice part of town.
“Just put your bag in the bedroom while I use the bathroom,” she said, and I walked through to a kingsize bed occupying most of the room and dropped my luggage in the corner. She quickly joined me and threw her arms around my neck, depositing a slow, sensuous kiss on my mouth, probing with her torrid tongue and rubbing her Rubenesque body against me. Livia was hot, very hot, and game for anything.
I returned her passion, my hand sliding up from her full hip to gently stroke her luxurious bosom and squeeze her erect nipple between my thumb and finger through her bra. She sighed softly and arched her back, allowing my hand to sweep slowly around to her back and unhook her bra, letting her mammoth mammeries swing low and lose under her almost unbuttoned blouse. She sighed again. “Ah, that's more comfortable.” She thrust her boobs forward again, rolling on them against my chest, a soft, low moan of delight in her throat as I slid my hand round under her blouse and squeezed the tender flesh under her lose bra, massaging the mammoth mammary up and around in a circular motion several times, then swept down her stomach to feel her pleasure playground.
Now there is something intrinsically sexy about a woman wearing a short, soft skirt and no panties. You know, the `I'm randy and want a thorough ravaging' feeling that sensuous women can convey to a man without saying a single word. As my hand swept towards her pleasure point across her curly pubes, I felt my desire rapidly rising as I realised that she was naked underneath her clothes. My hand moved sideways, letting the side of my finger rub gently against her moistening, salacious slit. She moaned with desire. “Oh, that feels good,” was all she said as she thrust her hips forward to better enjoy my sensual stimulation, her clit a carnal knob rubbing slowly against my hand, to her increasing delight. She was getting very wet, and very, very turned on. And it is about then that any fully clothed, red blooded man feels an absolute prat for still wearing his pants (So, do something about it).
“Let's get rid of these clothes,” I said, gently pushing her to arm's length while I slipped her out of the unwanted blouse and bra that interfered with the free swing of her deliciously erect nipples. (Don't worry about the skirt balanced precariously on her hips exposing her voracious sex to full view, get your gear off and get into it).
I pushed her playfully back onto the bed behind her. She landed on her broad bottom with a surprised “oh” and laid back, her legs apart just enough to show her wet pleasure pit. I stepped back from the bed to quickly strip off my clothes and leap naked onto the bed beside her. Slipping one arm under her neck, 1 cuddled her naked beauty to me, feeling the sensual pleasure of her soft skin against my rough body. She looked up and I kissed her firmly on the mouth, a mind blowing, whole mouth osculation designed to further increase her already heightened desire. She moaned softly with desire and returned my lust with interest. My free. hand massaged her soft, malleable breast, playfully tweaking her nipple and causing a squeal of passion, before slowly sliding down to her wet, waiting cock pot.
A long, drawn out sigh of pleasure as my hand moved into her crotch, and the side of my hand swept through her wet labia gently caressing the wet surfaces, thrilling her to a soft moan. “Ooh, I like that,” she smiled sensuously. I kept my hand moving slowly up and down the slippery slit as she again moaned in delight, half rolled her hips towards me and spread her knees wide apart to better enjoy the sensuous pleasures of feather touch on her fanny. Oh, the excitement of feeling wet, slippery pussy and the sensuous scent of a wild woman wanting a thorough ravaging. A tremendous crescendo of tension was building in my loins and undiluted lechery boiled to the surface. I had to get my cock into that slippery slit and feel the exquisite pleasure of lubricating muff sauce on my throbbing tool.
The knowing smile on her face and hand stroking my balls told me that she had enjoyed enough foreplay, so I rolled over onto her, missionary position, and slid my hard ramrod into her wet, willing, wanting, passionate pussy, feeling the exquisite thrill of a first plunge between the luscious labia. She sighed with delight and rolled her hips forward to receive the welcome weapon, spreading her legs wide, grimacing as I lunged in, sighing and moaning with each uncontrolled thrust. Almost instantly my cock seemed to take charge of my body, wanting only to drive deep inside her, causing more moans and cries of delight as each stroke of my swollen cock head pounded hard against all those pleasure points deep inside her pussy. She was squeezing her boobs and nipples with both hands when her sexual tension exploded in a cacophony of carnal incantations, swearing, sobbing, and squealing as her body writhed in uncontrolled ecstasy while impaled on my pork pole. Livia was being pleasured, and didn't care who knew. Oh she was hot!
A pause to catch our breath, enjoy the delicious afterglow of orgasm, remove the superfluous skirt, and then back into her, one leg held close to my stomach and high in the air as I entered her sideways, straddled across her fleshy thigh with my cock reaching deeper inside to thrill the back corners of her slippery, hot box. Each forceful thrust caused a moan of pleasure leading to loud, long, panting grunts as her hips rocked forward, synchronized with my thrusting hips. The wet, slippery feeling was delicious as my hard love lance lunged and plunged, with her tension of desire slowly mounted towards a cataclysmic climax.
“Give it to me hard, I want it harder,” she demanded through clenched teeth, and I responded, pounding down heavily until with a crescendo of whimpering she came with a long, squealing scream of ecstasy, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. I kept on slowly pumping, preventing her from recovering her breath. But she caught her breath anyhow, and after a couple of minutes another orgasm uncontrollably racked her body. More thrusting, and my free hand slid down to her clit, lightly rubbing the spot and around inside her outer lips. “Ooaah,” she moaned as the twin pleasures of cock and finger increased her desire to bursting. Another ear shattering squealing, moaning thrashing about orgasm and she was tiring a little. Still I pumped, and she pushed my hand away from her clit. “Too much, too much,” she sobbed between heavy pants. My other hand caressed her quivering buttock and slipped down her crack to probe into her sopping slit, moisten the fingers and thumb as they slid between her flabby flaps then back to gently massage her bunghole, pushing against the ring, relaxing it.
My free hand returned to rub her clit and labia, firmly stroking over the whole area, fingers sliding carelessly through her slit and up onto her pleasure button, to her continuing delight. As she started to roll her hips in time I slid my other hand back down her crack and massaged her ring with my thumb, the thumb ball repeatedly pushing gently into her for several minutes until, as she became more aroused, my whole thumb passed inside, feeling the soft, delicate tissue and my man meat pumping inside her minge. This triple thrill didn't last long because the combined pleasures accelerated her to a series of shuddering, swearing, leg thrashing, body twisting, humungous orgasms that exploded her mind in a torrid tirade of jumbled words, moans and screams. As she finished she lay there almost motionless except for the heaving breaths, and she gently pushed me away. “No more, no more. Let me rest a little,” she pleaded.
It took quite a few minutes for Livia to slowly return to normal, catching her breath in long, sobbing gulps. A silent pause, then she said, “I really like it when you fuck me like that. I want it deep and fast, just like we did it. God it turns me on, I seem to cum gallons.”
I smiled. “Well, we can always do it doggy. You seem to like it best when I drive my cock deep into your box from behind and you rub your clit at the same time.” “Ooh, yes, I do like that,” she said enthusiastically, “especially when your dick rubs along the inside back part. It's sooo good. Want to try it now?”
Knowing that I wanted to get back inside her for more erotic excitement, she didn't wait for an answer, but rolled over onto her knees and thrust her broad behind high in the air, exposing her wet, delicious cunt and tightly clenched nubbin for my pleasure. I knelt to one side, so that I could get a good eyeful of this erotic sight, and stroke it to further wetness. My hand reached up between her legs and lightly stroked her belly rolls, then moved slowly back to her clit for a little finger tip massage that brought a moan of satisfaction, dragging the first finger joints through her sopping slit, caused her to catch her breath with a sob. I continued to stroke between her wet love lips, slowly up, pirouette around her clit, then back to slide over her perineum, then back up through the girl goo for a finger thumb squeeze of her hard passion button. Back down through her glorious gash to give her anal ring a brief, wet thumb massage and back through the joy juice to her clit. All the time her breathing was changing to deeper and deeper pants of pleasure.
How many minutes passed, I don't know, but her panted demand to “Stop playing around and give me a good hard fucking” suggested that she wanted my rigid rocket to take off into her and send her to flying through sensuous skies to erotic ecstasy. Ah, the feral anticipation as I watched her luscious, lubricating love hole and aligned my cock for the first rear ram. Ooh, the sensuous feeling as her wetness smeared my cock head and allowed the stiff shaft to slip easily inside, all the way to the base. Oooohh, the feeling of sensuous delight of her pushing back against each of my forward thrusts, then rocking away as I recoiled, making it seem that I was going much faster than reality. The moaning started with the first phallic push, becoming a crescendo of sobbing delight which graduated to a strangled cry of ecstasy as she came, bucking her broad hips and almost tossing my boner out of her fanny.
Onwards, and her hand slipped under her belly, increasing her pleasure by lightly stroking her clit and patting my plunging pole. This sexy stimulation increased the intensity of her next orgasm, making it longer, stronger and more pleasurable, bucking her hips faster than my thrusting, so creating a whole different set of phallic feelings for me. God, this woman was wild, and totally committed to all the many forms of erotic pleasures that her very active imagination could visualize.
She came again, each outward breath a rising squeal of sexual anticipation that the next breath would bring satiation, and yet simultaneously craving more raucous riveting from my ramrod. Meanwhile, my passion was increasing as a tightening knot in my belly and my control was not helped by her thrilling, reciprocating hip movements and the slipperiness of her fanny. The tension mounted despite my mind wanting to continue plugging her perfect pleasure pot. When she came there was no doubt that she was enjoying herself, hips rocking up to give every millimeter of my beef baton a chance to penetrate her slippery, hot hole, pushing back against me in time with my thrusting, while squealing, moaning, crying, and sobbing with delight. However, when she began to cum again, gripping my plunging pole with her fanny muscles, making a firm, tight hole where earlier there had been a soft, sloppy, passion pit, I lost control and with “argh” guttural moaning spewed a hot stream of white cock creme into her eagerly wanting, waiting cunt, the combined cum cocktail dribbling out of her as my cock slackened.
Livia was lovemaking and loving it, but almost exhausted by her erotic exertions. She rolled away from me and lay on her back, knees apart, one hand resting lightly on her belly, the other thrown back across the pillow, luxuriating in the post orgasmic bliss while catching her breath in long, slow gasps.
We just lay there, until I moved to embrace her, holding her close as we enjoyed the delicious delight of post coital pleasure. We cuddled each other and must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember was the morning sun streaming through the window, and wondering where I was and where was Livia?
I got up and wandered into the bathroom, remembering the exertions of the previous evening with a fond smile. Nothing romantic about any of it, just good, old fashioned fucking for the sheer dissolute gratification of shooting hot spunk through a throbbing tool being squeezed tightly by a pulsating pussy to accompanying unrestrained shrieks of libidinous female rapture. I gently pulled my cock away from my body as a I walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of water then wandered towards the music playing in the living room.
There she was, lying back on the sofa with her legs drawn up, heels near her buttocks, knees wide apart, towel next to her, an aerosol can of shaving cream on the adjacent table, her crotch covered in foam, safety razor in hand, magnificent mammeries barely contained within her sexy, satin negligee, while she tried with only moderate success to shave her fanny bare. I watched quietly for a minute until she looked up and saw me watching. She smiled.
“Hi,” she said mid stroke, letting the razor swing around freely as she talked. “I woke up early and thought you might like some peeled pussy for breakfast.”
“Oh,” was my dumb founded reply. This woman was incredible.
She went back to shaving, trying to reach those places well under her hips and out of sight due to the intervening mammary monoliths. I watched with interest, but she was obviously having difficulty seeing what she was doing. After several unsuccessful attempts, and fearful that she might accidentally cut off her clit, I volunteered assistance.
“Can I help?” I offered hopefully. “Some of those pubes are difficult to reach. Perhaps it would be easier from my side.”
“Yes, I think you're right,” she said resignedly, passing me the razor. “You have a go, but the razor keeps clogging up, which is a bit of a bother.”
“Well, I'll de clog it,” I said happily, jiggling the razor in the water glass and leaving a deposit of foam and hair. “There, that's better,” and set about my task joyously and with some amorous anticipation.
Have you noticed how safety razors tend to clog up when you use them to shave long pubic hair? Well, this was no exception, so the going was slow, punctuated by innuendo and sexy small talk, comments about “razoring hopes” and being “cut off at the pass.” With her lower belly done I moved to the difficult bits where her thick pubescence grew right up to the precipice of her cunt chasm. This was tricky as she was a little tense and apprehensive, despite my assurances that I had not cut any of the last two hundred ewes that I had shorn. Her reply was a pragmatic “perhaps, but a cut cunt makes fucking uncomfortable.” So realising that more care was needed here than with Murphy's cranky superfine rams, I proceeded slowly, ensuring that the skin was stretched taut, absolutely minimizing the possibility of an unwanted nick that may delay the pornographic plan that was steadily forming in my actively stimulated mind, until the very last line of pubic hair was harvested from around her glistening love canal. A slow wipe with the handy towel completed the job safely.
There is something tremendously erotic about a freshly shaven pussy, the skin glowing bright and the slit glistening with girl goo.
“Ooh, that looks good enough to eat,” I said boldly, my cock rising hard in anticipation. She giggled coyly and waved her knees together and apart several times. “I am so hungry I could eat you all up.” More giggles and hip rolling.
“Promises, promises,” she replied saucily, “I'm sooo exhausted from being shaved that you'll just have to go on down and enjoy a big breakfast box.”
My hand brushed over her now bald pubic zone. She caught her breath, obviously enjoying my soft touch and aching for sensual stimulation to start the day. I rolled around from sitting next to her to kneeling between her legs and pushing her thighs back towards her shoulders, exposing her pink pussy to full pubic view. Ooh, what a delicious sight, my cock was getting harder, but this morning we would take our time and enjoy the erotic ecstasy that is available to sensuous women who want to be thoroughly excited. No hurrying now, just long, slow, sensual stimulation eventually ensuring that every nerve ending in her body was alive and driving her to multiple, uncontrolled orgasms, ecstasy and ultimately erotic exhaustion.
The first lick with my tongue tip targeted her clit. A gasp and she lay very still, feeling the exquisite pleasure as my very wet tongue flicked the pinnacle of her pleasure button, before sliding down and around the sides, back to the tip, down the front and around, then back to the tip. Her first response was a deep exhaling as her mind relaxed and her pursuit of passion commenced, slowly rolling her hips forward and back, spreading the pleasure over all her clit by moving under my ardent tongue. She sighed again, a deep, slow, resigned sigh as she focused on the available pleasure and slid her hands down to her crotch, pulling the skin taut to make her erect clit stand out from her body and so receive more stimulation. I licked slowly over her entire clit, quivering my tongue while engulfing the micro penis in a layer of saliva. She reacted by squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples, rolling her hips in time with her breathing and my licking, then having her first orgasm as a squealing, hip thrust of clit into my pleasuring mouth.
I responded by lapping down the groove between the reddening flaps, tasting her beaver brew as my torrid tongue trailed down to flick roughly up over the rear rim, and back up one side to her clit, then trailing down the other side to flick the rear rim again. Down, around, up, down, around, up, the pattern continued at a leisurely pace as her sexual tension mounted deliberately within her mind. Sometimes, at the bottom of the slide I would poke my tongue into her deliciously wet quim, repeatedly probing deeply and rapidly, inducing a long moan of delight, before returning to the circular pattern. Eventually she squealed in a shrieking crescendo and came strongly, her pleasure punctuated by loud pants and gasping for breath, while her hips bucked wildly to enhance the sensuous gratification from my teasing tongue.
Up for a brief suck of her clit, then around, engulfing the engorged labia between lip covered teeth for an unhurried nibbling progression down to the rear rim then return, to nibble indulgently down the other side. Ooh, doing it again was exquisite luxury.
Her frequent orgasms had spewed muff sauce onto her inner thighs, which mixed together with copious perspiration to produce an erotic aroma of estrual musk that stirred my wicked imagination to even more devious delights.
Back to suckle her erect clit, licking, sucking, probing, flicking, stirring her a****l passions in the most intense manner. My mouth only covered about half of her hot hole, so rather than let the back part feel neglected, I slipped one finger into her wet minge and stroked against the back, causing an explosion of pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. A groan of delight while I slowly inserted my digit fully into her pleasure pit and she rolled her hips to direct the pleasure to exactly where she desired. Another moan, as I commenced a slow reciprocating motion imitating a penile plunge, and she rolled her hips in syncopated motion, quietly moaning with each stroke. A second finger joined the first, and she accommodated this change with a wince, a squeal and a smile before slowly rolling her hips again. I changed the motion from in and out to a slow circle around the rim, gently stretching her fanny flesh as my fingers rotated. Then a mixed circle and plunge, circle and plunge, which stirred her interest considerably, while circular sweeps of my fingers deep within her sopping chasm, induced long groans of gratification as my fingers massaged the fanny muscles above her spine. Turning my hand over, I slowly and deeply stroked the muscles inside her belly, pushing gently upwards like a penile piston, and repeatedly stimulating those internal nerve endings. The finger sweep over and around her cervix obliterated her reason and with an energetic exhalation, her moans became a crescendo of rising pitch squealing accompanied by hip bucking, as fanny muscles repeatedly squeezed my fingers during orgasms.
Changing position, I sucked and simultaneously gently flicked her clit with my probing tongue, playing firing orders with the number of flicks, 1, 5, 3, 6, 2, 4, breathing in between numbers. She caught her breath, moaned as the third set was completed, and bucked herself to a noisy, groaning orgasm trying to push her pudendum down my throat as she ground her clit against my pleasuring tongue. I continued playfully and her response was repeated several times, each repeat causing a louder groan and a longer quivering, hip bucking orgasm, until finally a panted "Enough" as she pushed my head down, away from her thrill spot and tried, not very successfully, to roll away. She was high, very high, her body taut with sexual tension as I lightly feather stroked her stomach up and over her magnificent mammeries, and down her inner thighs, spreading the pleasure throughout her excited body. I changed position and hugged her to me, kissing and reassuring her. As she desperately clung to me, I felt wave after wave of whole body orgasms rack her torso in enduring diminuendo waves of pleasure. We lay there quietly, cuddling, not speaking, enjoying the intense afterglow and luxuriating in our sexuality as she slowly, very slowly drifted back from ecstasy.
After some time she broke the silence with “Ooh geez, that was good. I don't remember when I ever got so high. The pleasure, it just kept building, and I couldn't stop cumming. You know, I think you're a sex wreck, a satyr in disguise. Where did you learn all those little tricks?”
I smiled. She had obviously enjoyed herself.
I acknowledge the contribution of Rich to this story.
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