Milestone, day 3_(1)
No looking back as adventure is paramount
Thought for a second that maybe I was falling into the clutches of alcoholism, and then shook that idea off rationalizing that yesterday was my birthday, I deserved it.
The thought of an unexpected consequence from my self-induced birthday present just flew through my mind, wondered for a second if there was a doctor who could prescribe a dose of morning after pill around.
But after the initial fog dissipated, I felt good…a touch of my slightly swollen labia brought a satisfying smile to my face.
Maybe I could save my son from having to satisfy my urges…as long as other…err, targets are available. Then again…my sinister gremlin whispered in my ear…maybe not!
For the first time since arriving at the resort, I actually had a few hours that did not predicate the hunting for sexual opportunities. Kind of took a break, gave my libido a rest. Explored the resort away from the neighboring den of iniquity. The beach on the other side of the land spit was pristine, filled with tourists, young and old, all in a euphoric state. A sense of contentment washed over me.
That contentment was interrupted by the feeling of an intruder upon my space as a shadow washed across me.
It was the guy from last night.
I did not want to see him…never again; he served his purpose last night…good riddance.
Just as I was getting ready to tell him to go back to his wife…I did not have to. She arrived in force. Angrily getting his attention with a hard smack to his face, then pushing him hard in the direction of resort. Screaming, mostly towards me, “Get your sorry ass away from that whore!”
My smile broke into a chuckle.
Her hands went to her hips and if eyes could kill, I would have been tulip food in a heartbeat.
Could not help myself. I raised my hand using my thumb and forefinger illustrated a gap purposely exaggeratedly short to imply her husband had an inconsequential dick. I shrugged and jerked my head in his direction.
She flustered, turned bright red…then her expression passed into a slight confused look.
In a surprising flip, she said, not with anger, but with a slight degree of humor, “Well it might be small…but it is mine”.
I let out a small laugh. “Yeah…it is all yours…don’t worry”.
Somehow, with the absence of her husband, yet maybe because of a mutual knowledge regarding her husband…there was a smidgen of bond, an understanding, an opening of a channel.
“Is it really that small?”
Should I tell her the truth? Or let her believe it really is that small, because in actuality he was just shy of average from what I could tell. Bigger than my husband, for sure…but much smaller than…have to stop thinking about him that way, you know whom.
“Well…” was all that came out of my mouth.
“Yeah…maybe I guess it is. My friends husband seems to fill out his swim suit much more than my husband.” She said almost whimsically, a wishful tone injected.
Then in another surprise, she stuck out her hand and introduced herself…Her name was Cara and she started to say her husband’s name.
I quickly put up my hand to stop her.
A brilliant smile shot across her face…she immediately knew my intention.
“I know now that it will not happen again…at least with my husband”.
I nodded…she smiled more confidently.
As if I was wearing a priests robe, Cara began telling me things I did not really need to hear.
Cara picked this place…and had intentions of trying to possibly seduce her friend’s husband. She has had fantasies about him since they had gotten married. She had hoped that her friend would have too. Cara stumbled a bit…that her husband might have made a move on her friend. That might have given Cara an opening to validate her own intentions.
Her insecurities came through has she went on, she felt her friends husband was not really noticing her…maybe she was not attractive enough.
From my observation, Cara had no reason to think that. She was thin, athletic, and even though she was not well endowed in the breast category, they were enough to fill her bikini top. Her face more than made up for it, pert nose, high cheekbones, and large brown eyes. She was very attractive.
“I do not think that there is a male on this island that would not find you attractive…” and then I threw in, “sexually attractive”.
Her smile broadened.
“How do you do it?” She caught the raising of my eyebrow, “ I mean…last night…you uh…my husband…”
I laughed and then said, “It was my birthday, a lot of liquid courage, and …to be honest I was extremely horny!”
Cara laughed, “Well then happy birthday…will take no offense, consider it was a present last night.”
I didn’t…my fantasy was to take what I wanted…and I did. Cara or no Cara.
She continued. Cara was the reason they went next door last night. It was her curiosity…that just maybe she would be the recipient of an exciting dalliance. Not her husband…she was more jealous than hurt.
I asked her if she would like to tour the facility next door.
She was taken back…almost surprised, but noticeably interested.
I explained that I had joined as a guest yesterday and was allowed to sponsor a visitor.
Cara nodded…then, “isn’t it nude?”
“Yep…don’t worry you’ll fit in…you’ll be fine”.
She thought for a minute, then cast her eyes towards her husband who was still in a look of shock as if expecting to be beaten for his indiscretions last night. He was standing talking to what I assumed was Cara’s friend and her friend’s husband.
“Let me go tell them that we want to hash out the misunderstanding of last night…in private. Then can you take me?”
Cara went over and with false angry animation towards her husband, but with a contemplative demeanor towards the others, apparently explained the reason she and I were going to have a personal one on one discussion.
It must have worked. Cara was back in a flash.
Since we had to pass right by my room on the way to the hedonist gate, thought it might be easier on Cara to don a robe.
Youth has its virtues and when Cara took off her bikini I could see that her petite frame would be in demand…lucky to be five foot two at the most and could not tip the scales much over a hundred pounds, her small maybe “B” size tits stuck out without any indication of gravity…whereas mine fought a slowly defeating battle.
Don’t get me wrong…mine might have lost a half an inch or so and still do not slide of my chest when lying on my back. But…youth to be served, it is obvious Cara’s small breasts almost defeated gravity.
“I wish that I had boobs like you” Cara commented as she checked me out.
“Not always an asset…takes work to keep them from sliding down, but thank you.” I always enjoyed a compliment.
It was not lost on me that modesty was no longer my initial reaction.
We wrapped the house robes around us and headed to the gate.
Just inside the gate, there were a series of hooks. A place to hang our robes, or whatever clothing a person might have on.
I had no problem shedding my robe, Cara seemed a little hesitant, yet a nervous look around must have convinced her that she would stand out more with the robe on.
Off it came.
Almost immediately from a quick cursory glance that the resort had quite a few additional patrons this afternoon. Apparently with the weekend starting the clientele increased. My thought was, more meat!
Went over to check in and did the quick intro of Cara to Denise and as Cara went through the administration paper work, I took an opportunity to scan the area.
The male-female ratio definitely was impacted, still more female, but it had to be very close. Some interesting, some not, but most of those that were had red bands, especially the younger ones. The ones my attention seemed to be drawn to.
Cara finished up and donned a green band, my guess she was on the pill and any encounter was a go. Good for her, if she was able to over come shyness and inhibition, I was sure she would realize her intentions fairly quickly.
Do not get the idea that sex was the only purpose of this facility, might be the primary underlying activity, but the premise was being comfortable in an unfettered, nude social gathering. Even if it was my driven goal…my bucket list.
Cara acted like a child at Disneyland, her head swiveling from side to side as if she was trying to not miss any sight. She had a look of wonderment on her face. I was captivated by her expression.
Then her head stopped, her eyes opened wide, her lips forming an “O”.
I followed her line of vision…right to the biggest hunk of man meat I had ever seen…even in pictures.
If this guy’s cock would have a hand attached to it, it would have been an arm. It was that big. The flaccid girth was bigger than my wrist. Hanging there it extended almost to mid thigh.
I might have gawked for a couple seconds, but unfortunately that huge cock was attached to a body that did not warrant any desire from my standpoint.
Do not get the wrong idea, I do harbor very strong fantasies of inter racial sex, especially with a huge cock like that. But, since I spent the majority of my life maintaining decorum of physical fitness, seeing that soft, round body, especially the huge beer belly just turned me off. Still, after a quick calculation, figured that cock was at least all of nine inches long and thick as a coke can.
Even if he lost fifty or so pounds, I would still have to challenge myself to overcome the other fact. He was at least ten years older than me…and my desires leaned in the other direction. And of course…he had a red band.
Cara on the other hand…she was almost drooling. She elbowed me as if I was not paying attention. She asked how to get introduced as if I had met this guy.
I looked back up to him, he was staring directly at us, his large, round, and dark face broke with a huge white smile. Do not know the smile was for both of us, me, or just Cara. Then again, just over his shoulder in the distance I saw Mary Anne talking with a gentleman much more interesting to me.
I took the initiative, grabbed Cara by the elbow and confidently walked to the big black guy.
I introduced Cara, and myself then said that I needed to go. He looked disappointed for a second, but his smile broke wider as he turned his complete attention to Cara. Her focus was on his man meat to notice anything.
Made my way over to Mary Anne.
The guy was immaculate and my intuition was that he had to be more European than domestic and I knew immediately he was not the right age for Mary Anne.
Heck, he was actually more my age and that would require a slight stretch of my parameters. But… carried a toned, sinewy, European body, on an over six-foot frame. Not a noticeable hair on his body, somewhat of a glean reflection off his skin, a nice, perfectly symmetrical cock. Not huge, not small…maybe four or five inches dangling there, but would expect at least six or so inches when aroused.
Mary Anne saw me coming, “Oh…there she is now”.
Mary turned towards me, “Hi…I was just telling Bren about you”.
His warm smile almost melted me, I reached out with my hand in anticipation of introduction.
He introduced himself; a soft northern European accent sent a shiver up my spine.
My nipples gave away any modesty as to my acceptance.
Bren explained he and his wife are from Denmark and they come here quite often and that they enjoy an extremely open marriage that includes their whole family.
My first thought was that they included cousins, brothers, and maybe sisters…interesting.
But then Mary Anne chirped in, “Yes, Bren and his wife brought their son, Rolf, with them this time!”
Ok…that connected the dots; Mary Anne had an ulterior motive. Since I figured Bren for about my age, I calculated a son for him to be in the nineteen to twenty age. That would put him right at the outer edge of Mary Anne’s general interest.
Bren’s demeanor was totally captivating and barely noticed when Mary Anne excused herself.
Within minutes, Bren and I were sharing a bottle of wine as we were sharing tidbits of our lives, desires, and dreams.
I knew that we were destined to be carnally connected…and it was going to happen fairly soon.
Broke my attention for just a second to check up on Clara. She was just twenty or so feet away.
Clara was completely oblivious to anything other than that huge cock being held in BOTH her hands. Her eyes were glistening with desire.
No sense worrying about her…her intent was obvious. She was going to get her fantasy and a big cock, a black one at that. So much for her needle dicked husband.
The thought made my juices flow…turned my attention back to Bren.
“Do not want to sound to forward…but, yes I do…I want to have sex with you.” I sounded almost as if I was cooing.
“I do too…would have liked to have introduced you to my wife first…but she went into town to buy some items.” Bren extended his hand, “Let’s go to my room”.
Bren’s “room” was more of a covered veranda with three side completely exposed towards the ocean. A little bit of modesty was soon over come with desire though as Bren softly touched my shoulder as he guided me to the large round bed.
Turning towards him, my hands moved caressingly up his sides, then one behind his head as I pulled him effortlessly to me, our lips connecting as if we were in a romantic relationship instead of about to engage in wanton sex. The sensuality of Bren’s caresses and restrained urgency heightened my sensitivity and emboldened my approach.
My free hand slid down his torso finding his smooth slowly engorging cock, the warm almost porcelain texture slipped past my fingertips as I softly cupped his hairless testicles, squeezing them slightly.
I felt the need to get closer, to be more intimate…to envelope his member with my mouth. I started to break our embrace…instead he leaned towards me, slowly bending me back onto the bed.
I was ready to yield immediately, naturally spreading my legs, raising my knees in anticipation of straddling his hips giving him full access to me. I was ready…would have taken him deep without a second thought. But, as my head touché the mattress, Bren broke the connection of our lips and endeavored to nibble at my neck, then small butterfly type kisses as he engaged my tits cupping them within his hands.
My nipples responded as his mouth encapsulated them, could not stop my body from arching slightly as if to help him take more of them into his mouth.
The feeling was exquisite, my head rolled back as I closed my eyes, his touch, his pressure, so well defined, soft yet hinting of firmness…just enough. Hmmm.
He broke from my now highly sensitive tits and continued his oral stimulation down across my belly…the anticipation welling within me as to where he was going.
If I was not soaking wet by then, I most certainly was as soon as I felt his lips touch the top my pubic mound. I felt his tongue flicker against the top split of my vulva …it touched my clit. A bolt of lightning went from my cunt to my brain, my hips rising against his mouth.
I wanted to grab his head and force him hard against me, took all I could do to restrain myself as Bren expertly administered his oral magic.
His mouth, tongue…his expert manipulations were taking me beyond my capacity to resist…his tongue inside…then his mouth encapsulating my clit…another flicker of his tongue…too much…my body convulsed, all restraint gone. I came hard.
He worked me down, slowly as if he knew how to react to a woman’s needs. Then he slowly built me back up.
It was going to happen again…I was so close…but…he began his journey back up my body. Almost agonizingly slow. My body was hungry…starving…it wanted…no it needed…Then I felt him, the head of his cock making initial contact, spreading my labia.
I was having none of that, my legs locked around him, hands grabbing his firm smooth ass. I pulled him deep into me, Bren’s smooth hard cock penetrating as far as possible. My brain screamed FUCK…and my body reacted. Totally matching his slow, rotating thrusts, I wanted all of it. Each time our tempo gained momentum and started to escalate to the point of being out of control, Bren changed our dance…bringing me back down from the brink. Time and time again.
Completely lost any cognizance of duration…relishing the rise and fall of my adrenaline, until there was no stopping it. The moment welled up within me…my body finding more strength than I ever realized I had, lifting both of us well above the bed…My sex yielded as if it was holding back the contents of a large lake, a total release of emotion draining every ounce from me. It was the most monumental orgasm I have ever experienced.
Bren, rolled off he too was spent. The lapping sound of the waves on the beach almost instantly lulled me to sleep.
Do not know how long I was out…my awakening was the slow realization that again I felt my cunt being orally administered. At first I did not even open my eyes, wanting to relish soothing feeling a tongue lapping lightly, then stronger when splitting my gash.
I unconsciously placed my hand on his head, just to guide ever so slightly. Maybe Bren too was still slightly drained…felt a jostling next to me. Then heard an unmistakable moan of a female an inch or so from my shoulder.
My eyes popped open, head swinging towards the moan. Luxurious thick, dark hair cascaded across my shoulder. Bren was facing me…he was on top of the female emitting the sound fully involved with the commitment…he was fucking a woman right next to me!
Anxiety swept over me as I jerked my head up to look down between my legs, my hand still grasping the straw colored hair on the head of the person now sucking at my womanhood.
I had a, what the fuck moment…as much as my body enjoyed the oral lapping, my confusion was overwhelming. I pulled the head up…I was staring at the face of a young man…he could not have been much past his mid teens.
“What the fuck!” I exclaimed just as the woman next to me let out a guttural expletive announcing her orgasm…Bren’s head jerked back announcing his.
Like a snapshot there was moment of frozen time. The kid’s face, half hidden below my pubic mound…Bren’s eyes bulging in surprise and the woman twisting her head in my direction from my startled exclamation.
Then Bren let out a slight laugh. The woman giggled, her hand going up to Bren’s shoulder.
“Let me introduce you to my family, this is Heidi, my wife,” his head dipped towards her, then tilted towards the head between my legs, “ and that is our son, Rolf”.
A whole bunch of thoughts streaked through me, none that connected with anything familiar though.
“Uh…uhm…I am Mag…Maggie” I sputtered as my hand released the fist of hair.
Rolf mumbled something and immediately focused back at my gapping pussy less than an inch in front of him.
I felt the need for some formality…but apparently Rolf did not, as his tongue jolted me with its entrance into the folds of my cunt.
Heidi, seeing my startled expression, gave a little laugh, “Enjoy…Rolf is getting very good”.
Bren got up and Heidi rolled over, she was beautiful, deep blue eyes, pert nose, and gorgeous all most raven color hair. She slid towards me.
Without any hesitation Heidi leaned over my right tit and bent down placing her lips surrounding my nipple.
I wanted to jerk away…for some reason I did not. Rolf was working wonders on my pussy; guess I did not want him to stop.
The initial shock of another females touch was soon replaced by the curiosity of the difference between a woman and a man.
My nipple stretched to be received fully within her mouth. Heidi’s other hand cupped my other breast as Bren now stood behind her aiming his hard tool towards the beautifully proportioned rear end of his wife.
He made a grunt and I felt Heidi jerk forward…then he bucked a little harder. Heidi broke her mouth contact with my tit, her face settling between my tits.
Bren moved back, and then forward…his humping movement transmitted through Heidi on to me. Her eyes closed and she grimaced…a feel good grimace.
She pushed back and up slightly…moving her head more towards mine.
Her lips touched mine. Any inhibition that I might have had was dispelled immediately…my mouth accepted her probing tongue as hers accepted mine.
I was caught up in a kaleidoscope of multiple senses…the sensitive, yet strong oral embrace with Heidi, her hands slowly knurling and manipulating my breast, Rolf restoring sexual need of my cunt, Bren’s rocking all of us as he slowly fucked Heidi from behind…and the feeling of my fingers on Heidi’s firm tit as I rolled her hardening nipple between them.
I was in a fucking orgy…and I loved it. The added sensation of the thought that it was with an entire family only flamed my desire that much more. Did not know what else could raise the moment further…until…Rolf stopped and a second later felt a hard, stiff, cylinder pierce into my cunt.
Oh my God! The perception of all these things happening…my hips thrust to accept Rolf, each of his thrusts met with my own.
My libido was rising, much too fast…may hopes that Rolf like his dad would be able to extend it…but no…too many sensations…I was too far over the top, still locked to Heidi by our mouths, my hand feverishly manipulating her tit…Bren’s humping synchronizing with Rolf’s every accelerating thrusts.
I came…Holy Shit I came! One thrust later…Rolf released a volley that I felt deep within me…then another, and another. Any outside awareness was completely lost…Heidi pulled back slightly…obviously expecting her own orgasm within a stroke or two.
She turned slightly away from me…her hand reaching for Rolf who was still deep within me. She pulled him towards her, their lips locking sensually.
Bren was pounding hard into Heidi and now from this angle, I could see that he was thrusting deep into her anal cavity as he reached around and rubbed her clit.
My brain was taking this all in…not even a glimmer of anything-deviant hit my mind. Instead I was relishing the experience.
Moments later Bren stiffened, just as Heidi broke her embrace with Rolf…she grabbed my thigh and squeezed letting out a long squeal.
It took a second or two…Heidi was done, she pushed forward. Bren’s still hard cock popped out of her sphincter.
What the hell…I reached for Bren’s hard, slippery member and pulled it towards me. The hunger for his dick overcoming any thoughts of where it just came from.
Again, I relished it, sliding it across my tongue, enveloping its head…burying it deep into my throat.
I sucked it, jerked it…moments later I got my sweet reward as Bren bucked and released all the sperm he could…I took it all, savoring every drop.
We all took a break, I cleaned up a little (thank goodness there were plenty of toothbrushes to go around) and we all relaxed in the hot tub.
As I observed Heidi, Bren, and Rolf, I wondered if this was all normal or just a special event for them. The other thing…Rolf seemed really young…maybe mid teens, did I just rob the cradle? Then again, all Europeans looked younger than they actually are. Oh well…beat Mary to him.
We had not been in the tub for more than a half an hour and I could see that Heidi was getting a bit more amorous. I would need a little more time and expressed taking a break.
She just smiled and nodded. I noted her hand was under the water angled towards Rolf.
A minute later she stood up, straddled Rolf, and in one swift moment impaled her self on Rolf’s cock…she began fucking…her son…not a smidgen of guilt.
I had to excuse myself…not yet had the ability for this type of marathon sex.
As I walked back across the resort…I caught a big black guy pounding his meat into a pale white gal. It was Cara…and from the puddle formed under her ass…this was not the first time in the four hours I was gone. How in the hell did her body accommodate that sausage? Wonder if she will ever feel her husband again…I had to laugh.
By the time I had lunch, taken a nap, and gave myself a good scrubbing in the shower, it was barely mid afternoon. My body definitely feeling the repercussions of this morning, yet my brain had mixed emotions. On one hand, another milestone had been accomplished…on the other I had to question what this path might lead to.
Did not feel even a little guilty…and my reaction to my first experience involving another woman not only surprised me, but also just expanded my curiosity. Surprisingly, even with the satisfying soreness of the day’s activities…I started to get horny while mentally revisiting today’s activities. The last picture in my mind was Heidi mounting her son.
In flash, a picture of Mark’s cock came to the forefront. Had almost forgot about him…maybe I would not…err, well if the opportunity…maybe.
Still the rest of the day I pretty much put any thoughts of deviance behind me and enjoyed surroundings. Checked out a couple of guys here and there, not at the neighboring resort, but the staid one I was staying at. Purposely made sure that I got their attention…just to see the reaction of the women they were with. What tease I was!
Mark made it back early that evening…with Crystal. Finally met her, Mary Anne’s daughter.
I could see Mary Anne in her…but she looked way too young. She had a beautiful face coupled with a youthfulness that belied her age. From what Mary Anne said, she was legally old enough, but for all intent and purposes Crystal looked awful, awful young.
Barely five feet tall and lucky to be a hundred pounds with curves more hinted at than physically apparent. If she could fill “A” cups, that would be a stretch, her bumps barely registering through the loose top she wore. Her waist could not have been more than a few inches thinner than her hips or rib cage…but she does have evidence of a firm, globally shaped ass cheeks. Her porcelain, delicate facial features did nothing to affirm her age.
Apparently, Crystal must see this reaction quite often and immediately addressed it.
“I can assure you Mrs. Wagner, I am old enough. Know I look young, which is both a virtue and a lodestone”, Crystal said with a practiced tone.
“I’m sorry…it is just…well did not expect it”.
“Some of the older men” She nodded her head in the direction of next door, “really get off on it…so I sometimes play into their fantasies”. She did not try to mask any impropriety.
“Uh…” did not know how to respond as my eyes now darted between Crystal and Mark.
“Don’t get the wrong idea…still prefer someone closer to my own age” her head turned towards my son, her hand reaching over and grabbing his penis through his shorts, “especially one like this”.
She smiled right at me.
Mark suddenly got a little uncomfortable; Crystal noticed this too and then whispered something in his ear.
Mark stood up and excused himself, saying he had to take care of something and would be back in an hour or so.
Both Crystal and I watched him as he walked out the door, then she swung her attention back to me.
“He has such a nice cock…doesn’t he?” she said with a wink.
“I…I…uhmm” my tongue was almost tied, did not expect the forwardness of her comment…what did she know?
“He told me about the infamous blow job you gave him…you know he really wants to fuck you, don’t you?”
“This is not…err, I mean…this shouldn’t be talked abo…”
I was cut off.
“Why not? There are no holds barred here…relax, you have already made the first step, don’t go back” I was being lectured about sexual proclivity by a person that looked barely out of puberty even though I knew she is older.
The initial internal reaction was an immediate surge of indignant adrenalin but was instantly overlapped by the realization it was true. There was no taking it back, I did have an urge to fuck my son…the illicit taboo only heightened my anxiety and the events of earlier today just fortified my intent. There were no holds barred.
Crystal stood up and walked over to me, her eyes emitting a message that froze me, a curiosity of expectation yielding to anticipation with the knowledge of capitulating to suppressed desire. Crystal’s almost marble sized nipples pushing noticeably against the thin, shiny material of her tank top…my brain instantly visualized candy cherries on top of scoops of ice cream.
There was no hesitation, no mental inhibition, and Crystal approached, and guided my hands under her top as her lips stretched to mine.
My hands felt the smoothness of her skin as I slowly allowed them to rise across the lower part of her rib cage, then cupping her tits, my hands almost totally encapsulating them…her hard, round nipples in stark contrast to her smaller, extremely soft breasts.
Her lips exhibited the same tenderness, as mine responded to hers. I had no reservation, no expected plan of action, and just total immersion into what was going to happen.
Crystal raised my top over my head…my nipples stretched in aching points in hopes of her attention. She addressed that immediately as her soft warm lips made contact with one, then the other, her soft hands guiding each.
With complete unconscious competence, as if what was happening was tactically natural from continuous experience, instead of the fumbling of a complete novice I responded by lifting her tank top above her raised arms and systematically pulled her shorts down past her hips allowing her to step out of them.
Her youthful body seemed to glow, her skin flush, smooth…not a hair, not a notice of even peach fuzz. Her smallish breasts that hinted at youth, but her large hard nipples that contradicted that youth, her firm, svelte body, her smooth mound…the completely shorn firm monde on each side of a tight slit, that elicited the thought of a closed clam shell.
My juices flowed with anticipation…any curiosity of latent sexual lesbian tendencies was quickly going to be resolved.
As I lay on the bed in a supine position, we continued our embrace, Crystal’s hands working across all aspects of my physique, her fingers expertly working the lips of my cunt, rubbing oh so exquisitely against my clit. My body reacted by raising my hips to her ministrations.
She moved down my body…her lips sending sensations as they touched me skin I never felt before…her mouth touched my mound, could not stop my gurgle of expectation.
With her mouth still making contact so intimately close to my pedestal of desire, she swung her legs around. I knew fully well what was going to happen, and my hunger to participate had to be suppressed from my anxiety. But there it was…that almost tight clamshell, just a hint of what might be in it…my tongue poked lightly. A whimper came from between my legs.
The clam shell yielded, my tongue probing, and the sweet nectar acting as an accelerant does to a fire.
What have I been missing my entire life? That thought raced through me and was gone in a flash as my entire being concentrated on the experience of the moment. Crystal’s mouth, her probing hands, the taste…the texture…was all building a pressure of accumulated endothermic reaction that was not going to be regulated by my consciousness.
Building, building…higher, higher…more and more. My hips bucking against her face as my head tried to bury deep between her thighs. My cunt was gushing as it never had before…and then her finger touched my anus. It took my breath away for a moment, only to increase the anticipated climax; my reaction was involuntary, my body moved to encapsulate her finger. My sphincter responding in a manner completely unexpected since this sensitivity never had been a part of my sexual experience…it was totally foreign to me…but I now wanted it ever so much.
My tongue slid effortlessly from the warm, slick confines of her beautifully exotic pussy and traversed the short distance to her own anal bud…her body moved in anticipation, rolling slightly as to offer more access. Not for a second did I have any sense of revolsion; instead had an urgency to imbibe.
My tongue circled her ring…before penetrating deep into her, her sphincter opening as if on queue. A loud moan came from above me…felt the sensation of her tongue on my anal opening…it was too much…the accumulated endothermic became an instant exothermic explosion…my body convoluted and released…it had to be the most cataclysmic orgasm of my life. Whatever was in me, released…completely uninhibited.
Cannot tell if Crystal responded to the same height, but for sure she had reached her release point, my uncontrolled reaction forced an involuntary move in my head driving my tongue as far up as I could…Crystal broke off into a scream…and then went limp.
We laid there, her still straddled prone on me, catching our breath for a few moments. Then she slowly rolled off and turned up to me, my arms automatically encompassing her. We embraced lightly.
‘Thank you” came out of my mouth as Crystal began to stand up.
“No…thank you…did not come here expecting this reaction…. that was great”.
Crystal gathered up her clothes and then turned as she made her way to the door.
Stopping at the door, she looked over her shoulder, “You are going to have one lucky boy…but I hope we can do this again too…Mom wants me to get married within a year or so…Mark is really, really interesting” she trailed off as she stepped out of the room.
I was still reeling from all that had just happened, but the last part of what she said resonated…I now knew she was older than she appeared…but did not lessen the experience.
I never heard Mark come back in…my activities for the day apparently overwhelmed me, the fatigue catching up.
Another day had ended…and a big milestone accomplished.