Glad you liked it, AssLover. And back at ya with the rep!
Glad you liked it, AssLover. And back at ya with the rep!
surely the sex continues
Please continue to tell us about it. Dont think any of it is too plain vanilla to share...is all good. Love hearing from people about their sex lives...wish I had friends I could regularly freely talk about their sex lives and sexual fantasies
Boxing Day Blowjob
Christmas had gone pretty well in our house. The kids were back from college, and the whole family had come to our place to celebrate. There were still empty wrappings, half-full glasses, and all sorts of gifts still lying about. It was early the next morning, and Juliette and I were the only ones up.
As we went around clearing the last few things from the night before, I turned to Juliette, and a naughty thought crossed my mind. “Hey, let's get it on right here, while everyone's sleeping!” I was joking, of course, but gestured as if to whip my cock out right there in the dining room.
“Yeah, don't go waving that thing around when you don't mean it,” she whispered in reply, scooping up a wine glass in each hand.
“What, this?” I asked, pulling down the front of my pajamas with a comically lascivious leer. I hadn't thought to start anything, but I'm not one to back down from a challenge. Still, with a full house, there wasn't much we were going to be able to get up to.
Much to my surprise, Juliette bent over, still clutching a sloshing glass in each hand, and with a deft turn of her head, slurped my flaccid cock into her warm, inviting mouth. She gave a couple of gloriously sensual sucks and let it slip from her lips as she stood back upright again.
“That's all?” I faked a pout at her, knowing full well this wasn't going to go anywhere. Anyone could wake up at any moment and catch us making the Naughty List just one day out! Juliette gave me a coquettish smile and bent over again, still clutching the glassware. This time my dick was standing more at attention, responding accordingly to her previous effort. She gave a few more luscious strokes, this time deeper and more encompassing than the last. My rod became rock hard, growing to full mast in her mouth. Her head weaved in a fluid motion, still without the aid of her hands, still working her magic. “Holy shit,” I muttered. “That's so good...”
After a few more sucks, she let my cock go with a long, lingering pass up the shaft, and started to straighten up once again. I was suddenly oblivious to the risk we were taking. “Don't stop...” I whispered, almost painfully. With all the craziness surrounding the holiday, we hadn't had much time for ourselves recently. It was just so good, I really didn't want it to stop. Still, I really didn't think she'd let this madness continue, either.
At this point, the story veers into heaven. Juliette dropped to her knees and slurped my now raging shaft into her waiting mouth and began to bob quickly up it and down, in an amazing show of fellatio skills. Her head worked furiously onto my grateful member while she held last night's leftovers in each hand. I was suddenly roused from my erotic dream by her muffled voice. Still sucking my cock deep into her delicious mouth, she held up the glasses to me, and with a “Mmph! Mphmmm!” gestured for me to take them. I reached trembling for the glasses and set them on any surface I could find. Now free to work their magic, her right hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, while her left slipped deftly under my tightening ball sack. She knows all too well how to make me come as hard and as fast as possible.
I was struggling now to keep my balance as she continued with her work. Faster now, she only brought her lips off my quivering cock to run them down the length of it, then back up and in one move, envelope it once again. This was too much for me to bear.
“Oh, fuck!” I whispered, trying not to wake anyone. This was a fantastic display of oral technique, and it was all I could do to even keep upright. With just a few more strokes, she brought me where I needed to be.
“Fuck, I'm gonna come right in your mouth!” She gave a little laugh of satisfaction as she plunged back deep onto my cock for the last few strokes. I felt the jizz coursing up from my balls and rush up the inside of my shaft as it blasted onto her waiting tongue. She kept sucking so furiously that I had to hold her head just to keep from falling over as my knees buckled. Juliette kept her mouth tight on my cock, draining out the last few drops before standing up.
I quickly put my dick back in my pants and gave her a passionate kiss. “That was amazing...” was all I could muster.
“Any time!” she replied, and carried on with her work. At that point, I was useless. I stumbled around, doing the best I could to help. This was the best Boxing Day ever.
I cant imagine how you find them awesome pics incredible hot who wouldn't
with a delay the anticipation builds for us as well as you and of course Juliette
thank you both
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Round 2
It’s a beautiful picture. I can’t show it to you, so you’ll have to trust me. Why do I think it’s beautiful? She looks so peaceful, so carefree, so sated, so glowing…so sexy.
Juliette had her second date with Beckett this past weekend. It was Labor Day in the US, the holiday that marks the end of summer. The weather was warm and dry for us, though Hurricane Hermine had landed down south. The long holiday weekend had finally given Beckett the time to entertain Juliette, after many near misses. As she got ready to go that morning, I kept finding myself wanting to caress her, to help her dress, even to take her once more before she left. But I thought better of that last one; this isn’t a competition, it’s a celebration: a celebration of her, and I didn’t want to ruin it for anyone.
Still, she smelled so good, and hummed a happy tune as she dressed. She put up her hair in a tight bun and sprayed it, freshly showered, smelling of vanilla and musk. She seemed at ease, humming softly as she packed her bag with lube and dildo and vibrator. They had been chatting more frequently, and it seemed that this time would be less awkward, more at ease and sensual. As we both walked out to our cars, I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but I tried to keep it soft, not pawing lustily, but caressing her arm or holding her hand as I sent her off to another man.
“Thanks for being so hot,” I told her, then kissed her and closed her door.
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“You know, it might be a while this time,” she had said to me the day before. “Not a problem,” I replied. “Just have fun, and text me when you can.”
But now it was getting later and later, and I still hadn’t heard, or more importantly, seen anything. She had left before 9 that morning, and I was working all day, so at least I was occupied. But now it was after 4, and my phone still hadn’t rung. The anticipation is part of the thrill for me, but this was getting excruciating. They couldn’t possibly still be going, could they? Were they at it a second time? Third? More? Jesus, she wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone drive home, if that were the case!
But oh, would that be sweet, to get her back, well fucked, exhausted, satisfied. I would love to carry her to our bed and take care of her. Undress her, smell her sweat and scent, lay her down, massage her, hold her as she drifted off to sleep. Who knew if that’s what would happen? It was 5:30 now, and still nothing.
I busied myself as best I could while my mind raced. What was going on? I didn’t want to be needy, or ruin their mood, but I was getting restless. Should I text? No, I’m sure everything’s fine. But what if it wasn’t? Why hadn’t I heard anything yet? “Relax,” I told myself. “She said it might be all day.” Okay, okay…
It was right about then that my phone buzzed in my pocket. Finally, I’d know something! I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was Juliette, all right. Opening the text app, I saw it immediately – her face filling most of the screen. Her eyes were hooded slightly, with a serene, peaceful look. Her hair was tousled, with a wild, just-had-sex messiness that has made many a Hollywood starlet famous. Her rosy lips were pursed in a slight sexy smile. She had been well treated this time, that’s for sure.
But there was more. Looking more closely at the photo, it became immediately apparent that she had not been the one to take the picture. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she was lying belly-down across the messy sheets, face toward the camera. The shot was taken from the same level as she was lying, but at an angle that made it impossible for her to have taken. Then I noticed, stretched alongside her in the sheets, his leg, his calf and foot protruding from beneath the covers down the length of the bed. This was the first real evidence that she was with another man. She had taken the pictures the previous time, with no sign of Beckett in the frame. This time, though, there he was, taking the picture of my naked love beside him, her afterglow the proof of his virility. Then, I read the second text.
When it first came in, I hadn’t noticed it, as I was too busy marveling at the photo. But when I read it, I got suddenly harder than I now noticed I had been while studying the picture. “You have to zoom in on the lips and chin. See you in about an hour.” Staring at the image on the tiny screen of my phone, I had missed the best part entirely! Glistening on her bottom lip and coating her chin was a sheen of slick, shiny cum. And hanging just on the corner of her mouth, a tiny drop clung, ready to run down at any moment. This moment made the wait worth it. The white-hot ardor washed over me, and I couldn’t wait for her to get home. I was so horny, I had to take care of it, the sooner the better. But then I thought – What if she gets here, unshowered, ready to go again? That would be the greatest! So I waited…
As I’m sure you’ll understand, Juliette feels we can’t share this picture, as her job is very important to her, and this sort of thing wouldn’t go over well at the office. But the rest of the story gets better, and I can’t wait to tell it. But you’ll have to wait, just like I did.
Not sure who to direct this to, but thanks for making us Member of the Week! It's an honor!!
J&F
You very much deserve it!
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