Tale 3 - That Sticy Feeling

Back for another story. I can tell the story about how I foiled a bank robbery on my lunch break and afterwards I was hailed as a hero. I also possess an erection of such size and girth it is generally only seen on farm animals. Later that night I had wild mad passionate sex with 17 women whose breasts could only be described as gigantic to watermelon sized of such a mammoth nature they could not only be seen from her back but could accurately be photographed by Google maps.

Seriously though this is reality and I could not come up with a story anywhere near that outlandish.

This story is midway through my dating career as the Plenty of Fisherman. I no longer had the new car smell of complete inexperience but I was still green enough to fit in perfectly with a Saint Patricks day celebration. This would be Lady number 16. I had still been dealing with some baggage from a failed relationship with Lady number 12.

If you are wondering why I refer to them as Lady number 16 or Lady number 12 it is because I would like to respect their privacy. Though on a side note there were 3 women with the same first name. Even if I did use names I would have to go A B and C. Better to just refer to them by the number by which we met. And the term Lady may not have applied in several cases but I was raised to be polite even though my penis has shown very poor decision making ability. Then again considering I started dating in my mid 30s and had decades of pent up sexual frustration I was remarkably restrained.

I had learned a lot of things over the decades from watching porn. Now obviously watching Ron Jeremy does not teach you how to have a 9 inch penis that stays hard for an hour. Also you do not learn from a Peter North video to have a cum shot of such size and velocity that it looks like the Basken Robbins yogurt tank exploded all over her. I instead watched Lesbian sex. It served me quite well because it was my wheelhouse. The light touching, stroking, and teasing. The gentle kisses, nibbling, and licking. The light breath on the skin that sends a shiver up the spine.

That being said I have a decent record. I would not consider myself a player or whatever the kids call it. 17 ladies. 3 times I struck out. 2 were all the way just short of sex. 12 I had sex with at least once. For a guy that started out with no idea of what he was doing and no understanding of women at all that was not that bad.

This story is not a long one but it is one where I remember the foreplay more then the actual sex. I am a nice guy so she was not feeling excitement or seeing me in a sexual way. That is a big problem I had while dating. I never saw signals or more accurately I saw them but had no clue they were signals. I could not read her mood so I never made any moves where they might have been open to go to second or third or even go all the way to home. In their defense the signals would be pretty obvious to anyone with the experience to see them. Even when a woman took her top off I still asked permission. Yeah I missed more signals then I could ever imagine. Though to be fair I can not say I missed them just because I did not see them.

She was house sitting for a family member that was away. I was over a second time and we started watching a movie. Well I started making moves taking my time and gauging her reactions and if she was comfortable. Well she seemed to be fine with it and slowly starting to get worked up. One thing I did actually know is that a lot of guys are in a rush to run the bases. I was not in any rush because I was confident in what I could do. And I was not worried about getting laid. My only goal was to build comfort levels so she could take things as fast or slow as she wanted.

I was kissing her. My hands were running along the back of her neck and her back. She was getting more into the kissing so my hands started getting bolder. One hand drifting towards the small of her back resting on her ass. My finger tips were under the waistband of her pants. The other hand pulling her tighter to me and wrapping around her to her side near her breast. Those are hot spots not touching her ass or boobs but having her focused on the thought of me touching her ass and boobs.

At that point she started freeing the girls. I love breasts and getting a green light like this was all I needed. I kissed them one then the other. I started going through my playbook. It is difficult not getting so focused on her breasts that I ignored the reactions and most of the squirming. This time was one of those times I was breast obsessed. They were a nice size and a large handful. I was fascinated and very very diligent. To describe the breasts imagine a large ripened orange. Hold it in your hand and feel the weight. Then roll it around in your hand feeling the flesh rolling along your fingers. Then imagine a large nipple an inch long fully erect and painfully erect throbbing with the racing of her heart. If you like breasts this is your playground and your tasty treat.

I licked with the tip of my tongue from just below the areola up the entire length of the nipple to the tip and back down. I then switched breasts and licked with the flat of my tongue from just below the areola up the entire length of the nipple to the tip and back down. I was too preoccupied to notice but at that point she had to have been squirming.

Kneeling on the floor like I was between her legs and they were on either side of my chest. She might have been grinding against me but I do not know. I did not really have a game plan or an objective other then making those breasts throb and tingle. I know it is foreplay but honestly with the fun I was having I did not really care about running the bases and getting to home. I was at second base and I was perfectly content to set up a lawn chair and stay there.

I took them into my hands and was gently squeezing the breasts and blew lightly on the nipples. I got them wet with saliva and a gentle suck and then blew on them gently again. Now it was time to start getting serious. She was looking down at what I was doing. I made eye contact then I turned my attention back on her breasts. I took one into my mouth all the way to the flesh around her areola making her moan. I let it slowly escape my mouth. My mouth was dragging around the breast, around the areola, the shaft of the nipple, the length of the nipple, the tip of the nipple. After that I repeated that with her other breast.

I did look up to make eye contact because that is a turn on for some women when you look them in the eyes as you are ravaging their breasts. She was enjoying it and her eyes were closed. As I was taking her breasts into my mouth and slowly letting them escape I started reversing it. The nipple poked through my lips, the shaft of the nipple started sliding into my mouth, the shaft of the nipple and areola resting on my lips and then the flesh of her breast and areola sucked into my mouth. I started sucking it with increasing pressure. At that point I think her legs must have been opened wider but was not really paying attention to anything other then her breasts.

For a little while longer I started using a few more techniques like running my lips up and down the shaft of her nipple. Rubbing her nipple along my lips like it was a lip gloss. It was almost like a blowjob for her nipple. Of course a lot easier for me since I did not have to worry about a gag reflex or a facial. I lightly pressed them to my teeth. Some women are excited by nipple biting and some hate it. I think almost all of them are excited by the pressure. I watched to see if she flinched or moaned from it. She did not seem to mind but did not seem to have a noticeable reaction either.

At that point she was definitely wanting more and I had started pulling down her pants. Her panties were sticky with cum. I still remember that string of syrupy goodness connecting her pussy to her underwear. Not only was she aroused that magical valley was coated with a creamy goodness that would make my dining experience something to truly remember.

She was creaming pretty hard when I was working on her breasts and I did not know. Still I made her cum and her underwear a sticky mess before even getting her pants off. I can not knock that. Definitely an interesting night and a memory I will remember until I can not remember anything else. Plus I can remember when I finally put my tongue and lips to her pussy. I will remember the smaller details. Like how wet she was. Like the feeling of her juices on my tongue.

The most exciting thing about that night was not the sex. It was when I started pulling down her pants and realizing I made her cream her underwear. Knowing I did that made me feel like a stud. The sex was good but unfortunately I do not remember much about it. This is one of the few times where sex was like good Chinese food. You enjoy it and it is the best thing ever then after an hour passes you forget about it. I do remember the 69. I do remember the Cowgirl and the Doggie Style. I just do not remember the details.

It kind of bothers me because I think the sex should be interesting enough to be memorable but the thing that sticks out was the string of cream stretching from her pussy to her panties as I pulled them off. That was kind of awe inspiring. The chocolate syrup on that ice cream cone that you are going to have resting on your tongue.

I do feel a bit bad that I do not remember much about the actual sex but by the time the sex actually started she already came several times and I was happy I was able to do that good a job. One thing that I would have liked to know is if her breasts were more responsive to the foreplay then when I was going through the same motions on that sugar glazed honey pot. I do good work on the vaginal area and can get a lady off pretty easily. If I had of started lower would she have been as responsive to just vaginal stimulation. Would she have gotten that juicy and wet. I will never know but I will always be curious/