Maggie s Secret s Secret
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Deep Secret Ch. 03 – Easy free porn video
Getting laid in a bed with a view of open ocean for miles makes you feel huge in so many ways. It’s as though the vast body of water is yours and yours alone. There’s little else but sky, water, and the beautiful woman who just gave you this enormous rush of pleasure.
There’s a limerick that goes something like:
In the Garden of Eden lay Adam,
Complacently stroking his madam,
And large was his mirth,
For on all of the earth,
Were only two balls and he had ’em.
That’s exactly what I felt like.
I threw on some shorts and went out to the veranda. It was late afternoon with a sunset full of those indescribable colors, the ones you can’t quite capture with a camera.
Hearing my wife Amanda start the shower, I briefly considered the fun in joining her, but instead I poured myself some Grey Goose from the freezer, squeezed in some lime, and pondered life’s array of nodes, the ones where you make decisions or decisions are made for you.
It’s a strange thing. Isn’t there a butterfly hypothesis? If it lands here, the universe will follow one course, if it lands there, the future will be completely different. Who knows?
Simone had not been far from my mind since we left the mainland to come to Hawaii. Odd, as she and I had never traveled far from home.
Both Simone and I were so young. At 27 I felt like I was king of the world, knew everything there was to know, just working towards that CPA and MBA, to land that partnership. I was on my way to working my ass off.
Nevertheless, there always seemed to be time — or maybe she made me make the time — for her.
I remember waking up late the next day, Sunday morning. It made sense, as we didn’t even get to sleep until close to four AM. I was alone. She’d left a terse, but cute, note.
Ed,
Mmm. Sex, good.
No: Great!
Again, soon.
Simone
Not exactly the Bard, but her message was clear. I’d had a great time too. Her skin felt so smooth and she was so firm. I could still feel those gargantuan breasts with their very stiff nipples running across my chest. How any woman could have such large, natural breasts and still have a figure that was slender, muscular, taut, and feminine was only one of the many incredible things about her.
Fleetingly, I thought about that large white bra that had been draped over the wing of the wingchair in my bedroom. I envied that chair. That chair could probably have read the label on that bra, the label I really wanted to read.
Eventually I learned her bra size, but by the time I did, it hardly mattered to me at all, and much less than I had thought it would. She was Simone. Period. She was simply the sexiest and most sexual woman I’ve ever met.
Little did I know as I drove to my study group a day later, that — after her first, fantastic, frenulum-friendly feat of fellatio — the very concept of sex, long-held, deep in my core beliefs had begun to change forever. Simone’s oral talents were astounding. Just as her figure pushed the limits of what a female form could take, her mouth and the pleasure it could bring to a man broke any and all boundaries.
What I was yet to learn was to what degree her mouth gave her pleasure.
After that morning blowjob over pancakes (both figuratively and literally) our sex life changed subtly. We would still go to bed and screw like we usually did. However, after we’d rest a bit, if it was still early enough and we were both up for it she would go down on me.
I remember asking her if I could return the favor on quite a few occasions, but she told me candidly the first several times that she preferred doing one thing at a time. This made me feel like I was being selfish, but the more frequently she sucked me the more I discovered how much pleasure she got from doing it.
One night, a week or so after our sex life began to take its oral turn, we went into my bedroom as we normally did after a nice dinner.
After kissing her and then moving down to her neck, I unzipped the simple dress she had on and threw it over the chair. She looked so amazingly hot, just standing there in her very large white bra and very small white panties. She was like a ridiculously digitally enhanced over-the-top version of a lingerie ad — only real.
I was surprised that she had not taken off her underwear and as I reached around to unhook her bra she stopped me.
‘Ed,’ she said to me softly, now kissing my neck and ear, ‘Would you mind if I keep my bra on tonight?’
‘Sweetie, whatever you want,’ I replied. Then I added, ‘But it’s not anything I’ve done wrong, is it?’
‘No, nothing like that. It’s just, well, being so large-busted I tend to ‘knock’ around a bit whenever I don’t wear a bra. A lot of the time, when I’m wearing a bra that’s comfortable, of course, I feel better in one than not.
‘Now, I know you love these large ladies and love to play with them — I love it when you do too — so I hope you don’t feel like I’m denying you anything. Do you?’
‘No, of course not,’ I said. ‘Whatever makes you happy.’
Of course I was disappointed, but then she went on.
‘When I was in high school and my breasts were getting so big, I found that I couldn’t buy bras that fit in local stores. Since it was just the beginning of the Internet there were no online stores so I purchased from mail order places. After I found a few bras that fit well I’d buy several of those styles at a time. But, the next time I’d order the same model it had been dropped or they couldn’t get it anymore, a frustrating experience. Thus began a mini-obsession with bras and bra ownership. In the last couple of years I’ve found a better selection, but they tend to cost so much more than most women pay for underwear.
‘Anyway, I’m boring you. The bottom line is that, if it’s OK with you, I often prefer to wear a bra to bed. If you want to touch me or suck on them — and I do love it when you do — it’s fine if you want to feel me over my bra or push the bra up out of the way, but I don’t want you to feel like you shouldn’t do that. I just sometimes feel more comfortable with my bra on than off.’
Then after a few moments pause she challenged me, ‘I bet you can’t guess how many bras I have.’
I was now no longer thinking too clearly as I had removed my clothes and she was using both hands to stroke my cock and balls. ‘Huh?’
‘Go on, guess.’
‘OK,’ I said, trying to get some blood to flow back to my brain, ‘a dozen.’
‘Not even close,’ she replied. ‘I have more than forty bras that I wear regularly!’
Now this got my attention. ‘You have what? More than forty bras?’ I asked her. ‘I thought you told me a few weeks ago that they’re more expensive in your size?’
‘Yes, silly,’ she said, ‘that’s just the point. I buy them whenever there’s a sale or some kind of promotion. I wait for those and then I try to get a discount by buying as many of them as I can. Usually large cupped bras like mine are only available in white, beige, or black, but you’ve seen some of my more colorful and sexier ones. I got all of those on sale.’
I looked at her as the three of us got into bed: Simone, her overripe bra, and I. While I’d enjoyed feeling her over the past weeks and removing this extraordinary contraption, I’d never gotten a peek at the label. As I’ve said, I tried, but never managed to find it when she was out of the room.
‘I know how you’ve wanted to see the labels in my bras,’ she said to me in a knowing fashion. ‘It’s been common for all the guys I’ve gone to bed with.’ She paused for effect. ‘You’re all number obsessed, you know that? How many home runs did this guy hit in 2001? How many total yards of rushing for a season? How many 3-pointers?
‘And,’ pausing again, ‘what size bra does Simone wear?’
‘So, are you ever going to tell me?’
‘I don’t know. It makes me uncomfortable to be
just a number. Once you know that, I become just a notch on your bedpost with a bra size next to it.’
I pondered that as her hand took my cock and, after lubing it up between her very wet pussy lips, pushed me inside of her. We were lying on our sides with me behind her. She had two rocking orgasms almost immediately. The first one hit almost as soon as I shoved in all the way.
Then, after easily thrusting for just another minute or so, wham! She had a second. It was so exciting when she would come. She would seem to go to some far away place. Maybe we all do. In some ways I almost felt like I had very little to do with it, but she made it clear in so many other ways that she enjoyed being with me.
When she calmed down a little as I continued to push into her tight pussy, she turned to me and looked at me like she had made a decision.
‘Ed,’ she said after a pause, looking into my eyes, ‘would you mind if we don’t screw anymore tonight? I’d like to suck your great big beautiful cock and have you come in my mouth. Would you mind?’
It’s not a very common experience for a woman to say that to me. In fact, I don’t think it’s a common experience for a woman to say that to most guys. Of course, we know the answer. I mean, who wouldn’t? (We may be dumb, but we ain’t that dumb.)
‘Having given your request a great deal of weighty consideration,’ I replied, ‘I’ve decided grant it.’
I laughed, but she briefly had a look of concern on her face.
‘You don’t think that’s weird, do you?’
‘Hey, babe, whatever makes you happy. If it feels anything like the blowjobs you’ve been giving me, often in place of our second fuck of the night, that’d be great.’
‘Yes!’ she replied, unceremoniously popping me out of her pussy, throwing back the covers, and diving down to my groin. Within ten seconds of her affirmative exclamation I was in her mouth. What’s to complain?
She plopped me over on my back and crouched between my spread legs, sucking the head slowly in and out of her mouth. With her lips tight over her teeth and her jaw putting so much pressure on my dick, the sensation of going in and out was almost excruciatingly wonderful.
This was a new technique in her repertoire. (Well, as far as I was concerned, it was.) I was consistently surprised by her almost endless introduction of new techniques. Her experience with men must have been larger than I had assumed. Given her physique I could understand why. She must have had her pick of almost any guy she’s ever wanted.
This realization was both frightening and extremely hot. Maybe I was just another notch on her bedpost (even though at that point we’d never stayed at her place, I meant that metaphorically, although I do remember a bedpost).
Then again, she might know all sorts of great techniques that she was going to slowly dole out over time. I could spend a long time exploring those with her.
There was also something in one of my fantasy worlds in which she was a commanding (demanding?) woman, one for whom no one man was enough. In this world Simone needed to fuck at least five — or maybe ten — men in an evening, maybe with each giving her one or two mouthfuls of semen.
As all of these thoughts went through my brain, Simone was doing such amazing things to my cock that she already had me on the verge of coming. She seemed to always know it too.
She took my dick out of her beautiful mouth just long enough to ask, ‘You’re getting ready to shoot, aren’t you?’
She knew I was, of course. I said, ‘Oh yeah. That feels amazing. I’m going to give you a mouthful.’
That was certainly truer with Simone than with any other woman I’ve known. I seemed to have larger, more forceful orgasms with her than ever in my life. Maybe it was the amazing boobs. Just looking at her for an evening before going to bed never ceased to make me so aroused that by the time we got into bed I was ready to come.
But how do you explain the extra climaxes? I’d normally come twice in a night, sometimes, given enough recovery, three or even four times. Of course in college I’d had crazy nights where I might have come seven or eight times, but that might take place in an entire night of sex.
With Simone I could feel that the orgasms were stronger and I’d have more ejaculations, ones that felt like they lasted minutes. I know that’s not possible, but they felt like it.
So, I really sensed that I was about to give Simone a mouthful. She had one hand working on and under my balls and the other strongly and slowly caressing the shaft. Her mouth seemed to have annexed my cockhead and it was now attached to the back with my head rubbing the roof while her tongue played footsies with the underside. She was so good at giving a blowjob that I rarely ever needed to have any stroking done. It was like I completely gave up control to her mouth and she could have whatever she wanted.
Right now she made it clear that she wanted me to come. She began to moan as her mouth appeared to become a sex organ, made as much for her pleasure as for mine. She knew exactly what to do to make me come and she did that now.
I could feel the orgasm building up in my balls and we both knew the train was coming. The next thing I felt was an incredible fast sensation of her tongue underneath the head doing something I can’t describe as anything other than, well, ‘indescribable.’
That was the exact right thing I needed at the moment as the train was pulling into the station (to return to that metaphor of the last paragraph). I shot one or two preliminary volleys as warm ups and then I began to shoot for real.
‘Oh, oh,’ I babbled incoherently as the first shot hit hard against the roof of her mouth. A fraction of a second later this was followed by number two.
Not only was she ready for these, but it seemed that the orgasm made her climax in a more profound way than I’d ever seen. For my next few shots I felt like we were one animal living in a symbiotic relationship. She would give me pleasure. I would give her cum, giving her pleasure. She would give me pleasure. I would give her cum, giving her pleasure. Repeat ad infinitum.
That was so simple, but I almost began to overthink it. Was I being selfish?
Enough thinking for the nonce, though, I cautioned myself. I continued to shoot and she continued to swallow and come. (Doesn’t that sound like the name of an ad agency or a PR firm? ‘Yes, Ms. Jones is represented by the firm of Swallow and Come, a Personal Management Corporation based in Century City, California.’)
This went on for an extraordinary thirty seconds or so, being a little more realistic. I knew it couldn’t be that long, but it had to be close. It was a little surprising how large her orgasms were and she appeared to have one spasm with every spurt.
Finally, after I came the last time, she pulled her mouth off me, sat up, and began to laugh. This was difficult for her because she apparently still had a large amount of as-yet unswallowed semen in her mouth.
No woman I’ve ever been with has laughed after giving me a blowjob. (Well, once actually, when I was with this girl in college and I farted a little, much to my embarrassment and chagrin. Definitely a mood changer!)
I was a little unsure why she still had not swallowed the cum in her mouth, but she laughed a few more times and then closed her mouth. I was so wonderfully satisfied that I was having a hard time just trying to remember to breath.
Then she did something that was so sexy. She put a hand under her chin and very slowly let the semen in her mouth dribble down her lower lip, down her chin, and onto her upstretched hand. It was incredible. I’d seen women do this in porn, but never in real life. Plus, I thought the girl in the video was doing it just to satisfy the male audience. What could she get out of such a trick?
Well, in Simone’s case it was quite a lot. ‘I really, truly love cum, Ed. I have to
tell you that I am a fanatic when it comes to cum. Feeling you spurt in my mouth makes me come. But tasting your cum gives me an orgasm too.
‘I know, you’re probably thinking I’m a little weird, right? Well, it’s true. But I learned when I was in high school that if I could have an orgasm when I gave a blowjob it made my sex life simple and satisfying. So, tasting semen was like climaxing by eating dessert, just icing — as it were — on the cock.
‘But you shot so much. It was great. It was so thick. I almost wished I could have seen you come. I almost felt like I had my mouth around a garden hose and that someone turned on the tap. It was so rich and thick. I had a huge orgasm from your cum.’
Her eyes twinkling, she smiled happily at me and then slurped up the cum that had pooled in her palm. As she did her shoulders shuddered, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and her body tightened briefly as she appeared to have and-yet-another climax just from tasting my semen anew.
How hot was that!
I was with an amazingly put together woman who loved semen and sucking my cock.
How lucky was I?
There was more to learn.
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