and enjoyed every inch of him. Our sweaty bodies smacked together and the sound of it pushed me closer to climax. With every thrust, he grunted and held me tighter.
“Roll over. I want on top.” I said with what little breath I had.
Greg flipped onto his back and I climbed right on. I inserted his engorged cock into my pussy, sliding slowly down, dragging out the incredible sensation. As I swallowed him completely he grabbed my waist.
With my legs straddling him I raised myself up and down his long shaft. I was aware of all the details of his cock. The way it curves to the left and the notch when I reached the head.
Sitting on top of him, I had the freedom to wiggle and grind at my own pace. I moved up and down just a little at a time and then in small circles and as I did this make shift belly dance, our moans got progressively louder as the intensity of the sensations increased.
Sensing that I was about to climax, Greg placed his hands on my hips helping me to sustain my position and keeping up the rhythm. I leaned forward placing my hands on his chest digging my nails into his sweaty flesh. He groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure and I felt his body stiffen as he tried to drive his cock in me just a little further, spraying his load deep into me.
The feeling of his burst pushed me over the edge and warmth shot through my blood.
I inhaled deeply as the pleasure rushed through me; a little sigh escaped my lips. I began to relax as the ride came to an end but just as quickly another orgasm came over me only more intense. I rotated my hips rubbing my swollen clit into the hairy pubic bone of my husband. The wave crashed into my pussy and flowed into every bit of my being followed by a warm tingle that jumped from cell to cell. My toes curled and I was about to scream when Greg covered my mouth with his hand. I squealed and moaned and my breath came in quick gasps. As my orgasm leveled out I shuddered and collapsed onto Greg’s chest. He stroked the small of my back gently and let out soft moans as my pussy repeatedly contracted and released his cock.
“That was one hell of an orgasm.” Greg said.
I gently kissed him on the lips and replied, “That’s one hell of a dick.”
A New Love
Her skin came to life once again as his hands brushed over her. She could feel the tiny hairs on her flesh rising to meet his fingers, longing for his touch just one more time. She closed her eyes and deeply breathed in his scent, a mixture of cologne and sweat, then slowly exhaled, ever so grateful for whatever had brought them together this fateful night.
They lie naked in the dark room with only the moonlight to see their way around each other’s bodies, clothes strewn around, and the sheets crumpled and tangled as evidence of their sexual encounter.
A giggle escaped her.
“What?” He asked, rolling her over to face him.
“I was just thinking how none of my friends are ever going believe me when I tell them about this night.”
“What is so hard to believe?” He asked and brushed a strand of red hair from her face.
She rolled on top of him feeling his moist skin, still dewy from their last tumble in the sheets. She straddled him surprised and delighted at the feel of his erection.
“You, this.” She looked him in the eyes “I can barely believe the events of this night and I am here, living it.” She smiled.
Colin ran his hands over Leslie’s thighs, over her thin waist and around her back, pulling her down to him. He kissed her softly on the nose then on the mouth. He didn’t say it out loud but he couldn’t believe he was with this beautiful woman either. How he had won her heart he would never know but he was the happiest 18 year old in the world tonight and nothing could ever take that away from him. His friends would all be jealous when he told them about his escapade with Mrs. Leslie Laurence, his married science teacher.
Leslie sighed as their lips parted. She opened her eyes and ran her hands over his smooth, hairless chest. She lifted herself onto his stiff cock and they both moaned as she took all of him deep inside her.
Leslie had never cheated on her husband before but, Colin was worth it. She hadn’t realized just how badly she missed being touched until Colin and shown her. At forty-five years old her husband’s emotional distance had made her feel too old for love and caused her to forget the excitement of that first kiss and the rush of blood coursing through your veins when someone eager to be with you caresses your skin.
Colin’s hands held her waist firmly as Leslie slowly began to rotate her hips, sending shivers of pleasure through her pussy. She kept her hands firmly planted on his bare chest and stared intently at his face, imprinting the image of his hazel eyes, his thin lips and perfect teeth onto her brain, an image she would cherish for the rest of her life. His youth and energy, made her feel alive again and invincible to the harsh world outside their little hotel room.
Colin guided Leslie trying to keep her pace slow. Leslie was so eager to pound him into her he had to keep her under control in order not to cum too early. Her hot pussy juice dripped around his cock and down his balls as she danced on his rod sending sensations through him he had never dreamt possible.
He flipped her over on her stomach and pulled her rear end up in the air, slowly inserted the tip of his cock into her and gave her a playful slap on the ass. Leslie squealed and pushed herself to him in an attempt to get him further inside her.
Colin held her ass cheek firmly in place with one hand and smacked her buttock again with his right. “Stay still.” He whispered to her and leaned in pulling her arm out from under her and around to her back. Leslie’s face fell into the soft pillow and Colin held her wrist tightly in his left hand. He wanted to release her from the chains of everyday love making and take her on new sexual adventures.
Leslie moaned as he plunged his cock deep into her and she wagged her behind at him. Colin smacked her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red mark on her porcelain white ass cheek. “Stay still!” he said firmly this time. She bit her lip and held still as he pounded her roughly and deliberately. Each penetration sent waves of ecstasy through her body, the wetness of her pussy running down her thighs as she moaned louder and louder.
Colin stopped and pulled out. “You like to be spanked don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I do.” She said softly and kind of embarrassed.
“Well, just so happens that I like to spank, so why don’t you come lay your naughty ass across my lap so I can give you a proper bad girl spanking.”
Colin sat at the edge of the bed and waited for Leslie to position herself across his legs. He reached over to the night stand and picked up her hairbrush. Her eyes widened as she watched him firmly grasp the wooden handle, knowing he was going to use it as a paddle. She felt her mouth go dry as she positioned herself across his lap. Leslie bit her lip and closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come. Colin teasingly ran the cool wooden hairbrush up her thigh and over her right butt cheek, across to her left cheek and down her thigh making a slow torturous circle. He pulled the brush back and in a forward thrust he swung it at Leslie’s behind, stopping just before he made contact. Leslie gasped at the cool breeze that swept past her bottom and the surprise of not getting the smack on her behind that she had expected.
Colin began to run the brush over her flesh again in the same circle “Such a sweet ass you have Mrs. Laurence. Such lovely soft, pale skin.” Colin smiled and then raised the brush and smacked her quickly on the ass. Leslie jumped and squealed and Colin quickly ran his hand over the stinging red cheek to sooth it. Leslie moaned as his hand caressed the stinging skin, bit her lip and closed her eyes again.
“Such a beautiful ass.” Colin ran the brush around her behind and over her legs and then, with a quick swing he smacked her ass again. She shot up and tried to rub her behind but Colin quickly put her back down on his lap. “Now, now Mrs. Laurence, let’s not make our spanking any worse by struggling with me.”
Leslie’s breath came at a rapid pace and her heart felt like it would jump out of her chest at the anticipation of her next swat on the ass. Colin flipped the brush over and ran the soft bristles over her stinging flesh sending chills up her spine. He slid the wooden handle over her bottom and into her ass crack, sliding it down to her wet labia where it glided over her silky pussy and sensitive clitoris. She shuddered as the polished handle made contact with her clit and emitted a soft whimper.
