When Becky found out about (and read) my account of her and Sam's erotic adventure, she asked me if I would be interested in writing about the events which lead up to her starring role. Since one of my greatest turn-ons is listening to my girlfriends tell me all the delicious details of their sensual exploits, I immediately agreed. I hope the following turns you on as much as it did me and my dear husband, Aaron.
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"Okay Becky." Sam said, "Strip."
The flatness of his tone sent a chill down her spine. "Now!"
Becky seductively wet her lips and smiled. Casually she opened the buttons of her dark-blue, silk blouse; then pulled it back to expose the powder blue lace bra that supported and accentuated her full breasts.
His face: expressionless, Sam nodded his approval. "Leave the blouse on. Take off your skirt."
With the same casualness as before, Becky opened the button on her white, pencil-skirt, then tugged down the zipper. With a little encouragement, it slid down her long legs and puddled on the floor.
"Panties next."
Becky hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her high-cut, lace bikinis and guided them over her rounded hips, and downward.
Sam rose from his chair and approached her. He opened the front closure of her bra and slid his hands inside: freeing her breasts. With his thumbs, he traced the crowns of her areolas. His touch was light; almost featherlike.
"You can still back out." he said.
"I know."
"Do you want to?"
Becky shook her head. "If you'd have lost that last hand instead of me . . . No."
"Then kneel down. I think you know what to do next."
Becky squatted, then dropped to her knees. Sam unzipped his pants and allowed his long, thick cock to fall free. Becky extended her tongue and licked the tiny drop of pre-cum from the tip. She looked up and smiled, then dragged her tongue along his full length. His cock began to grow hard. Becky took him in her mouth and began to suck.
"Ooo. Yeah! That's it Beck. Suck me. Suck my cock."
Slowly, she began to bob up and down along his shaft. Her tongue swirled over him. Her teeth raked the sensitive skin. It was a game she knew well. One where the rules were constantly changing, as his cock grew to its full, ten inch length. One that she played to win.
Sam placed his hands on Becky's shoulders to steady himself. She released his cock from her mouth and began to lick and suck his balls. Her technique was well rehearsed. She knew every sensitive spot, and just how much licking and sucking they could take. With wild abandon, she battered him with her tongue.
"Ohhhhh. Yeah!"
His breathing was growing ragged. Becky dragged her tongue along his shaft. Using only the tip, she followed the base of the crown. Another drop of pre-cum seeped from his cock. As before, she licked it clean.
"Yeah. Yeah! That's it. Oh yeah!" he groaned.
Becky knew he was nearing the edge. She knew how to keep him there. She also knew that the price of her tease could be paid back double, when the power to deny her orgasm was his. It was a price she did not wish to pay.
Instinctively, she took him in her mouth and began bobbing up and down rapidly. Her lips encircled his shaft. Her tongue swirled over him.
"Oh Beck. Suck me. Suck my cock! That's it. That's the way!"
With each bob, she took him deeper down her throat. She had becum a woman possessed. Her desire to please was overpowering. The whole of her attention was focused on his cock.
"Mmm. Yeah. Mmm. Yeah!"
She released his cock from her mouth. It glistened from her loving attention. She looked into his eyes; smiled; then opened her mouth: inviting him back in. He accepted, and slid his cock past her waiting lips. She encircled him once more, as he began to fuck her mouth. She knew he could not last much longer, and prepared to swallow all he had to offer.
To her surprise, just as his cock began to spasm, he pulled from her. The first spray of cum glanced her cheek and painted her hair. The second streamed across her forehead. The third, across her other cheek. The fourth painted more of her hair. The fifth, clung to her eyebrows; and trickled down.
He was all but spent.
With a mischievous grin, she reached out, wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and gently milked the last of his cum onto her waiting tongue.
She swallowed.
"Stand up and take off your blouse and bra." he said, "But keep your high-heels on."
Becky stood, and reached to wipe away the still-warm remnants of his release. He grabbed her wrist. "What do you think you're doing?" he questioned.
She froze. "I . . . was . . . just . . ."
"No no. Leave it. I like the way you look with my cum on your face." Sam said, "Now. Your blouse? Your bra?"
Becky hesitated a moment, then took off her remaining clothing.
She stood, motionless.
He studied her. Smiled. He liked what he saw. Although there was no denying, that at five foot six, just under one hundred ninety pounds, fifty-something-year-old Becky was overweight; but to Sam, she was still a very sexy woman. He loved the way her large, nicely rounded breasts swayed when he took her from behind. How easily her silver dollar-sized areolas responded to his touch. How quickly her nipples could grow long and thick. He was enthralled by the stark contrast between her clean shaven pussy lips and the thick patch of womanly curls that covered her mound and echoed the golden color of her hair. And her legs: testament to her efforts in shedding the pounds.
"I think I liked it better when your pussy was completely naked." he said, "I should do something about that. But not today. Now. Shall we get started?"
She nodded.
He smiled, a lecherous smile, then ushered her down the hallway and into their bedroom.
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