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“20 hours since I had my first orgasm with you in the bar; and I’ve enjoyed more than an orgasm an hour since.” She kisses my nose.
“You sure know what you’re doing, and I found what I went into that bar looking for… but you changed me.” She stretches her neck looking up at me.
“Like sleeping beauty, you’ve awakened me; I can’t let you leave until my hunger has been properly fed.” Her fingernails trace random patterns on my chest, sometimes twisting the fine hair, sometimes toying with my nipples. Meander down, across my stomach, one nail, scratching with just the necessary pressure to make it exhilarating; a direct path from the base of manhood, down along the top, to my crown ridge. All 5 nails take position surrounding the head and tug, popping over the rim, lightly graze the cone to the tiny aperture, where she attempts to put her well-manicured nail into my opening.
“Brian, I need more.” She squeezes my dick, rather harshly twisting. She sits up quickly, giggling.
“Let’s shower and go get some waffles and bacon.” I grab her sides, considering throwing her down and fucking her roughly, or tickling her and having some fun.
“Ya, I guess we should, but you’re so fucking gorgeous, so scrumptious, succulent; everything I want to eat is right here; I flip her over on the bed spread her legs holding her thighs apart, I put my face into her crotch and slurp an elongated lick from her perineum to her clit. Her fingers comb through and grasp my hair.
“MMMM Brian, I’d love to have you dine-in; I could totally go again, but I really do need a break; you’ve fucked me really good.” She lifts my face from her snatch.
“We’ll resume later, I believe we’re just beginning.”
“You suggested buying butt plugs, so food then prepping for anal would be my current priority list.”
I push out my bottom lip, feigning a big pout. She scurries to the shower, I follow.
“Geez, your voluptuous body’s so frikkin hot. I love to watch your bum wiggle as you walk; I’m doubtful we can shower together without me getting down and dirty.”
We soap, lather, and massage each other. She wore a shower cap because her thick hair takes an hour to dry.
After we help each other towel dry, she opens the doors to both dressing rooms.
“You’ll be able to find some items that should fit, Cliff used to be thinner; pick something casual.”
I locate a pair of tan slacks that Cliff must have grown out of a long time ago, a golf shirt and slip-on loafers that fit.
Chantelle reappears a few minutes later, looking like a catalogue model, highlighting the latest summer look. Wearing a pale-yellow cotton mid-thigh dress with a row of large black buttons holding the front together; yellow high heels, and a large brim woven straw hat, with matching yellow ribbon. Her red hair a striking, sexy contrast. I silently mouth the word ‘WOW’ getting a huge smile back.
“You make clothes look good,” I move closer, I open another button, allowing a better view of the valley and inside surfaces of her bouncy boobs, my finger lingers under the cotton to arouse her nipples.
“There, a little more teasing exposure suits you, and who wouldn’t enjoy seeing more of those bodacious boobs.” I motorboat her chest, between her boobs.
“Bllllaaa blllabbblthht,” then kiss her fully on her mouth.
“C’mon, we gotta get outta here before you rip my clothes, popping buttons.” She chuckles.
“We’ll take my car, that way, I know you’ll have to return,” she chuckles again.
“Chantelle, I can’t imagine ever tiring of your exquisite, sensational body. You are spectacular in more than just appearance.” I kiss her forehead.
“You’ll likely have to have me physically removed, kicking, screaming, and clawing, after I’ve trained you and worn out my welcome.”
“Brian, I’m quite sure female orifices don’t wear out, so i doubt you can wear out your welcome?” She giggles, skipping ahead.
We enter her garage, there are 4 vehicles.
“Wow.”
“Pick one.”
“The Vette, of course.” It’s a red, 67 Sting Ray convertible. Chantelle plucks the keys from a board, dangles them in front of me teasingly. She assists me to put the top down. I open her door; she smiles seductively, winks, and intentionally flashes her shiny, smooth, pussy before she swings her legs into the car.
“Where to?” I escort ask as I drive out of the driveway.
“12th yaahoooo!” She waves her arms high.
While eating waffles and bacon we discuss many subjects, our families; our favorite: sports, food, movies, cars, personalities, even pet peeves, etc.
“Ok, let’s find an adult toy store.” She wipes her mouth, drops her serviette, starts a search on her phone, and stands.
“There’s one close by.”
Chantelle pays with her card.
We park in the row closest to the front of the store, on the far end of the lot, beside some trees. I go around and open her door.
“I feel wicked Brian, promiscuous, I’ve never done anything sexual like this. I’m very horny, extremely wet.” She has one foot on the pavement; I look around and see no one, so I step between her legs, pull her to the edge of the seat. I put my finger to her twat and transfer cunt juice to her rectum, smearing the wrinkled skin.
“Ohh, mmm.” She widens her eyes, and inhales sharply.
“Remember why we’re here.” I poke my forefinger into her rear hole. She wiggles and moans, lifting her foot, leaning back against the console, closing her eyes.
“I’m gonna fuck you up the wazoo with my big dick.”
“Oh Brian, do it, gawd you make me so horny.”
As I assist her from the car, I nuzzle her neck, we stroll towards the store, my hand squeezing her bum. I hold the door open for her as we step in. A couple steps inside, I gasp, turning away.
“Chantelle, that’s Sharon and Cassie, right over there, let’s come back later.” I duck behind a display rack, not wanting to confront them.
“Hmmm, ok you hide, I’ve got an idea; I’m going to try something provocative.” Chantelle snickers, undoes another button on the front of her dress; adjusts it, nearly exposing her round mounds, her dark areoles peeking, just like when I first gazed upon her yesterday, she slowly, seductively, sashays toward Sharon.
Finding a concealed spot, behind the tall display, where I can remain hiding, peeking, watching. Cassie’s browsing, oblivious to Chantelle’s approach, she meanders to a further aisle, as Sharon’s eyes rivet to Chantelle.
Sharon’s an above average looking next door housewife, most would call her a MILF; 5’6″ soft voluptuous 36D’s. Short brown hair, brown eyes, slightly overweight, sporting a bit of a belly, yet still quite sexy, with a voluptuous, hourglass figure.
Chantelle stops right beside Sharon, almost rubbing shoulders.
“Hhmmm, me likeee.” Chantelle murmurs just above a whisper. Lifting a double headed 18″ dildo from a display.
“One for each hole, Ooooo, I’d like to have that done to me.” Bending it in half.
“Yah that’s one of my favorite toys.” Sharon smiles and casually winks, purposely letting Chantelle know her eyes are checking out Chantelle’s nearly exposed bosom.
“I’m looking to stretch my asshole, I want anal with my man, we tried but he’s too big. So, I’m here to get plugs, I think this would feel awesome and also help stretch my rectum,” Waving the dildo, like a metronome, staring seductively at Sharon.
“Hi, I’m Chantelle. So, you use toys with your husband?”
“I’m Sharon, no, no husband anymore, I’m lesbian now, we get each other off at the same time with a black one similar to that.” She puts her fingers on the other end.
“I was married but discovered much more satisfying sex with my female partner Cassie.” She looks around but doesn’t spot her.
“Lesbian, why?” Chantelle contorts her face.
“You’ve never had a man’s hard cock rubbing your g spot creating a sensational multiple orgasm?”
“Yes, with Cassie we often do.” Sharon replies.
“So, you pretend fuck, you use a phony phallus to get off with another woman?”
Sharon is puzzled, unaware how to respond.
“Well, a woman knows how to pleasure another woman. Where and how to touch; unlike a man.”
I disagree, a man can learn, if he’s taught where and how to stimulate a woman.”
I’m fondling the double dong. Rubbing it sensually as if giving it a hand job.
“So, Sharon, as a teenager you miraculously understood how to get another woman off?”
“I learned from Cassie; my husband didn’t know how to get me off satisfactorily.”
“I call bull shit. Sorry to be so bold Sharon, but before Cassie, did you already know escort bayan about your erogenous zones, your clit, your g-spot?”
“Yes, I knew.”
“Be honest with yourself; you weren’t born with that knowledge, you learned it.” I glare at her as I slide the toy in my cleavage, teasing my tits; and her, as she’s staring.
“You had to learn about your own body, so why would you expect your man to automatically know your body, if you didn’t, you didn’t teach him that’s on you?”
“Let alone what your preferences were?” I tap her boob with the dildo, directly on her nipple.
“Men and women, have no idea about a woman’s sex organs, until it’s discovered. It’s something learned, like math or spelling; BUT who teaches sex?”
“Admit it you fumbled around as a teen; you didn’t automatically know what to do, or how.” I sneak the rubber dick under her top, rubbing it across her tit.
“Were you ashamed, scared, or just plain too lazy to teach your man? Of course, a woman knows how to stimulate a woman, once she’s experienced it.”
I pause and lowering my voice for emphasis. I tap her vulva with the rubber dick.
“So, instead of educating him, communicating, you left him, for a woman with knowledge. So ultimately, you’ve never had a man give you an earth shattering, body quivering, leg shaking multiple, leaving you hypersensitive, shivering in a fetal position?”
Gazing into her eyes, I gingerly caress Sharon’s cheek with my thumb, while my other hand strokes her vulva with the dildo, her nipples become erect.
“So, sad.” Chantelle smiles.
“Women blame the man for being inept, incompetent, unskilled; when in reality, it’s the woman’s own fault, simply because they’re unaware to teach them.”
“You’d think differently if you were fucked as good as I have.” I push the dildo to her crotch, back of my hand wiggles sideways to rub her clitoral area.
“I too was naïve; however, I never knew about my g-spot, or clitoris, which resulted in my divorce. Friday night, in a bar, I flirted with a working man, within minutes he made me cum on the bar stool, then again in his truck on the way to my place.
He carried me upstairs to my bed, he gave me a sensational oral, clitoral, g spot orgasm. Then during a 2-hour fuck session, I had multiples that left me quaking, shaking, and hypersensitive.
His talent and virility are amazing. He still hadn’t cum, but I needed a rest.” I am rubbing the dildo between Sharon’s legs, a steady piston thrust pussy massage; she’s moaning, eyes glazed.
“We took a pizza and cannabis break. I asked him to fuck me hard, be rough, he was respectful, considerate, he spanked me, fucked me like an animal, on the floor. I had several more multiples, before he came deep inside me. We went back to bed; we fucked most of the night.”
I lean in, as if I’m going to kiss her; my hot breath in her ear I whispered.
“We tried anal, but he’s 8 inches, with a wide girth; I couldn’t take him in my ass. So that’s why I’m here.”
“Marriage, good sex, all simply require good communication.”
“Fail communication, failed marriage.”
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“I was riding him, cowgirl style when my ex arrived. We didn’t stop. We showed him how a real man fucks; yup, I had another multiple with my ex watching.” Chantelle wipes her crotch, wetting 3 fingers.
“Damn I’m so frikkin horny, look at all this juice.” I present my slick fingers to Sharon’s nose, teasing her.
“Sharon, your nipples are hard, you’re horny. Did I turn you on?”
Sharon grasps my wrist and tastes the wet fingers, licks them seductively, licking between the fingers as if they’re labia, all the while staring into my eyes; she sucks them one at a time, lingering, seductively.
“MMM, you’re delectable.” Sharon whispers.
Sharon reaches for my twat. Leans forward for a kiss, one hand goes inside my dress and clutches my tit.
“Nuh uhh,” I push her away.
“You’re sexy, Sharon, and I’d be open to try a threesome, but I’ll never cheat on my guy. He’s way too special, I won’t risk losing him.” Looking around.
“I don’t see him, but I’ll discuss adding someone to our bed.” She pushes Sharon against the display counter, one hand aggressively pinches a nipple through her top, the other pushes into Sharon’s crotch.
“Would you cheat on your partner?” I twist bayan escort her aroused nipple.
“Um, uh, well, we’ve had threesomes, and we swing occasionally, but I haven’t cheated.” Sharon’s panting, her knees bend wanting me to rub her pussy.
“Liar, of course you would, you just went for my cunt, grabbed my boob. You want me to finger you right now, which would be cheating. You cheated on your ex with your lesbian lover, didn’t you?” I twist Sharon’s hard nipple harshly and slap her twat through her pants.
“Uh, ya, ya I did.” She widens her legs.
“Mmmmm, hmmm” sighing. She looks at me pleadingly.
“Please finish me; finger me; you’ve got me so horny.”
“You’d make a good submissive, do you like some BDSM, have your sweet ass spanked. A little pain for pleasure play?” Squeezing, twisting her nipple even harder.
“Maybe a few swats with a flogger to excite you, a good ass paddling, a bit of bum burn? Huh? You like that kinda fucking.”
“You’re here because you’re not being sexually satisfied right?” Sharon’s leaning back on the counter legs apart, head back, eyes wide, allowing Chantelle, no craving Chantelle to finish finger fucking her.
“Yes, we are looking to spice up our sex activities.” Sharon moans as Chantelle’s fingers have her worked into a frenzy, ready to cum, on the verge of a climax.
“Do me Chantelle, I’m so close, make me cum, I’m ready, please do me.” Sharon’s begging.
“We came here specifically for butt plugs to stretch my anus, now I’m thinking I’ll get some BDSM items as well, I really enjoy being spanked, I’d like to Dominate you Sharon, would you let us do that?”
“We could satisfy you, you’d be wanting more, I bet you’d even reconsider lesbianism.” I turn away, leave her hanging, wanting, panting; I walk away.
After several steps, Sharon calls out.
“Wait, uh, yes.” Sharon catches up, just as Cassie arrives.
“I’ll explain later, Cassie.” Sharon acknowledges Cassie, turns to me.
“Yes, please Chantelle, let’s hook up.”
“Only if my man is willing.” I grab Sharon’s nipple.
“You will agree to do whatever I instruct; meaning, you’ll submit fully to me?” I stare fiercely, menacingly at Cassie, who’s stunned, unaware of what’s going on. I’m twisting Sharon’s nipple fiercely. I look back to Sharon.
“Nothing sadistic or brutal, but erotic, sexy, salacious, stimulation, swatting, spanking, bondage with mild pain, blindfolded, nipple clamps; creating colossal climaxes.”
“Yes, oh yes, I do, I will.” She’s cowering, wincing from my tit assault.
“Ok, give me your number.” I pass her my phone.
“If he agrees, I’ll text you.”
I return to Brian.
“Hurry let’s go; we’ll return later.” We hastily rush to the Vette, before Cassie and Sharon exit the store. Chantelle keeps my back to them, her arms around my neck, hands interlocked. She kisses me feverishly.
“Don’t turn, I don’t want them to recognize you, pin me against the car. I’ll explain later.” She lifts her right leg wraps it behind me, her hand rubs my cock.
“OK, make it look like you’re fucking me Brian, right now, even though you’re not hard, pick me up and pretend to fuck me, while they’re watching.”
I lift her, she wraps her legs around me, I bounce her, my face between her boobs, I lift, carry, and place her on the trunk, thrusting rapidly, I peek, they’re standing just outside the store watching as another couple stops a few feet from them.
“I’m hard now,”
I pick Chantelle off the trunk, carry her to a more secluded area, beside the car, under a bush and I lay down, I unzip my pants and Chantelle settles down on top of me.
“Can you see them?”
Yes, they’re all leaving.” Chantelle leans back working her hips back and forth, I move her dress aside and rub her tits, pinching gently, rolling her hard nipples. I move one hand down, squeezing her clit she groans, sort of a whimper, as she’s trying to be quiet. I thrust rapidly causing her to moan louder, as she falls forward, for a passionate kiss.
“My gawd you’re sensational.” I hold her to me and pump, my orgasm is impending, I open mouth tongue kiss her, my cock releases its cache; sighing deeply, I exhale sharply, making guttural noises, grunting, while trying to focus on our kiss.
We relax, oblivious and uncaring of our location; enjoying the afterglow for a few moments. Once composed, we adjust our clothes and rise from our not so secluded, mating spot.
Chantelle asks me to wait in the car, while she goes back in to shop.
A 1/2 hour later she returns with 3 bags.
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