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Tag  exhibitionism, voyeur, nude, nudist, breasts, tits, vagina, labia, penis, masturbating Ways We Have a Little Fun View Author’s Copyright Information

I confess. I am an exhibitionist. But, not in the way you would ordinarily think, because I don’t like to expose myself, but my wife. I enjoy having my wife seen nude (accidentally or otherwise) by other men. Oh, and I like to watch her being watched, so I guess I am a voyeur too. These are not made up stories but just some of the hundreds we have experienced, I hope you will enjoy them, I know I have.

My wife is a beautiful blonde, 5′8″, green eyes, a fantastic body, all over tan and very closely shaved. We have many stories to share, most are tame, to be sure, but we have a lot of fun.

It all started a long time ago, when one time we were at Huntington Beach and she was laying flat on her back and I noticed the top of her bikini had slid down just past her hair line and some of her pubic hairs were showing. I don’t think she noticed at the time, but later I am sure she must have noticed but didn’t say anything. Of course, I didn’t mention it at the time, but it was then and there that I realized that this was so exciting, I just couldn’t stop watching out of the corner of my eye. I figured she would be none too happy with me for not telling her, so I happily kept quiet, secretly hoping this would happen every time we went to the beach.

We got back to the car and got into the back seat. She was wondering what was going on, but, I couldn’t wait. While I was pumping her hard and fast, I blurted it out, not knowing what her reaction would be. I felt like I was going to explode, and when I told her I did. She knew from then on, exactly how excited I found this new game.

Later, we talked about it, and I guess she decided that she liked my response, so the next day we hit the beach again and she intentionally pulled her bikini bottom down just a tiny little bit so any guy watching couldn’t miss those pubes popping out. Sometimes she would show just a little of her nipple.

I decided I wanted more, and she was agreeable because I wanted, but not very happy. On vacation, we drove up to Stinson Beach but it was an overcast day. We hiked down, but nobody was on the beach. I talked to her for a while trying to convince her to get naked, and she reluctantly took off her clothes and draped a sweater over herself. She was nude, but not happy (and less happy that she did not have a tan), finally, a guy showed up walking down the beach. I got her to move the sweater, but she was pretty modest and embarrassed about the whole episode.

As time went on, she became more and more comfortable with nudity (and a great tan!), and later said that she preferred sunbathing nude. She was so comfortable that she shaved herself so close that you could see but a whisper of the hair that I used to love her to show, and this at a time when it was not really popular for women to shave, Anyway, I was quite happy that guys could see every inch of her.

We have visited Bonny Doon, Pirates Cove at Avila , Stinson, and over to Tahoe, among others. But me, ever the one for something new, decided to ask her to get up and walk along the beach, or down to the water and go in, by herself. I’ll tell you, sometimes I had to roll over in the sand for a while.

Then, the thought of her going to the beach alone intrigued me, and I told her so (I have always thought that a woman who would get naked in front of men, by herself, is incredibly confident and the epitome of steaming sexuality). I told her that I would stay behind and watch. At Avila , the dirt parking lot is above and to the north. I could sit and watch her get down to the beach and get naked. And she did. It was a way down, and binoculars helped for close shots.

Knowing I like to watch her to walk naked, she would stroll along the water for me.  Sometimes a guy would walk along with her for a bit, and she’d turn around and face me while she talked. No one was ever rude or followed her. Sometimes she would wear just a T-shirt and shorts down, other time just a T-shirt, but she never failed to please. Then, there was that occasional guy with balls who would set his towel down about three or four feet below her feet and lay on his stomach just so he could take in as much of her honeypot as he could (I insisted that when that would happen, that she roll over on her back and spread her legs slightly and discreetly, so that whoever was bold enough to come that close, get the best front row seat at the beach). 

Only once when we were together on the beach around Santa Barbara, and there were no other nude bathers on the beach where we were, I noticed a young hispanic guy (fully clothed) walking towards us (can’t figure out why except maybe he thought he might see a naked girl here or there). The time was ripe, my heart started pounding quickly, and I knew that this was a one shot opportunity. He was a ways down but he was coming this way. I really wanted her to be blatant and since no one else was around if figured it was safe, so I quickly asked her, and she did. We were sitting on a blanket, she leaned back supporting herself with her hands on the blanket behind her, put her right leg out and to the right, and pulled her left leg up and flexed it at the knee.  There was no hint of modesty here, her legs were wide open. I am sure that it was pretty obvious to the guy that she had no desire to close her legs as he went by, and look, he did. After he walked by, I had her get up and walk down to the shore and along the waters edge, I yelled to her (really to get his attention) and he turned and saw her by the shore. He sat down and watched the waves (yeah, sure) for a bit, as she casually strolled in front of him, although he was about thirty feet from the shoreline.  She dove into the water, then came out again and strolled back by, this time a little closer, but she never made eye contact (she told me she didn’t want him to get the wrong message). Ten or fifteen minutes later we noticed he was coming back down the beach, and, without me even asking her, she spread her legs just the same. He came back by, and, I am sure that he figured out that she was intentionally spreading her legs for him to see.  Since it was so obvious that we wanted him to look, he was going to do just that. Now I was getting hard at the beach, so it was time for us to go.  Just the fact that she spread her legs for this guy with me right there was an incredible turn-on.

One time an asian guy struck up a conversation with her and asked her to put some lotion on his back, as she did she kept looking in my direction to see if I were watching. I was indeed. She then asked him to do the same. Me, I look like just another one of the clothed perverts, watching the nude women, but I’m really watching just one, and the men’s reactions she gets. Another time at Lake Tahoe , she said saw an older man walk by her several times, semi-erect, leaking from his penis. She just watched as he walked by; she got to the point where she had no qualms about looking at penises, and did not mind if they knew she was sizing them up. 

There are so many other stories and I will be writing them soon; shoe shopping (with no panties) at the mall, drive-by flashing, getting “accidentally” seen nude by guests at our house, going to clubs, with a sheer floral print dress, nylons, high heels (and that’s all!) and dancing with the guys, driving nude around the neighborhood late at night, nude massages, and a whole lot of fun.

Just one more. I asked her to spend the day at a nudist resort, in Corona , about 45 miles from where we live, on a “trial day,” pretending to be single (if you are married, they won’t let you go without a spouse).

I realize that a nudist resort is not exactly the place where one might find an “exhibitionist,” but it was a way for my wife to be seen nude by other men. Everything she does is done discreetly, but who would care if it weren’t? She put her clothes in the locker and a man and woman gave her a walking presentation of the resort.  The woman told her the rules and said that since she was very attractive, she may find men approaching her but that rude behavior is not accepted and she should report any.

She decided to use the outdoor pool so she went to the shower.  It was an open room with spigots on the wall, and there was a man who was already showering.  She stood at the second spigot over, and lathered up her breasts and between her legs, rinsed, and swam for a while.  Later, she lay on a lounge tanning for a while. She told me could hear breathing on the lawn above and behind her, so she put one leg down on the ground so that her legs would be slightly open.

I asked her beforehand to please walk around as much as possible, because I really enjoy it when she walks around with her breasts jiggling and men watching (I could watch her walk around nude for hours on end). Now, I know this may sound strange, but…even though I find it incredibly sexy when my wife walks around nude, the turn-on is almost unbearable to me if she is nude except for ankle socks and walking shoes. After swimming, she went back to the locker and got “dressed.” Walking all over the resort,  she noticed, after a while, one particular guy (the same one she had seen on the lawn above her at the pool) seemed to be following her as she walked around the resort.

She would call me every once in a while to tell me what she was doing, who she was talking to, and that she noticed a guy was following her. While I had her on the phone, I told her to find the exercise spa and please, please, please, go have a little workout. She did, and a couple of men came in a bit later (maybe to see her?  I hope so).  My personal favorite exercise for her (I love to have her exercise nude in front of me) is when she gets down on her hands and knees, and extends and lifts one leg straight behind her and does a rear leg lift. The view is fantastic! From behind, as her leg raises and falls, her whole vagina moves, not to mention the fact that absolutely nothing is hidden from view. I like to see labia minora, and she has a great pair. She noticed the same guy who had been strolling behind her had taken up a seat behind her. She continued on, acting as if nobody else were there. She had lunch, then visited the sauna, but I guess her admirer had lost track of her, because he did not show up.

Towards the end of the day, she went to the indoor pool, and “undressed” and took another shower. Another couple was there but they soon left. After a while, guess who showed up? He sat down on the edge of the pool and my wife decided to swim around on her back so he could watch her breasts. She would climb out of the pool and dive in several times.

At one point, she noticed that he had one leg raised, and realized that he was gently stroking his penis. She decided to be brave and try something she knew I would want, so she stopped swimming and stood up in the waist high water and faced him from about ten feet away. She knew I would love this. She just stood there for about a minute watching him watch her while he masturbated. She stood there, no expression, neither smiling nor frowning. He was not shocked, but slowly continued masturbating, as he realized she was quite willing to be a part of this little game. Brave and incredibly sexy! She told me later that she considered going over and masturbating him, but decided it might not be a good idea (I cannot tell you how disappointed I was!). After she came home, she said “I think I had an experience.” My mind went wild, and although I thought the “experience” was going to involve some kind of sexual contact, I was nonetheless quite happy indeed.

I asked her what the circumstances were and how she ended up standing in front of him watching, and she said that she knew I would love to hear about it, so when she noticed, she slyly headed over in front of him and stood up facing him, “showing him my tits so that he could look at them while he was masturbating.”

Finally, she decided to leave and walked toward the steps in his direction. He got into the pool, erection poking out of the water ever so slightly, which she purposely looked at so he see her looking, and as she and him were passing he she said she could see a small stream shoot about a foot high. She just continued to walk by and didn’t look back. She was done for the day, got into the car nude and drove outside the park (she knew I would love that too). Not really very dangerous because the resort is somewhat secluded. She saved the pool story for me until she got home and what great sex followed! My wife was by herself, nude, in front of all kinds of men, some of whom she stood and talked with, was a voyeur, participant, AND was flashed and more! You can have plenty of fun without going over the edge. 

They say these things don’t happen at nudist resorts, that there is no sexual behavior at nudist resorts, that the nude body excites nobody. We can tell you they do, there is, and it does! I would really like to hear from others who share these feelings and have had similar experiences.

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Tag  masturbation, first time,  A young girl learns the mysteries of the female body

I am an only child, and my parents were married 18 years before I made an appearance.  I think they figured they would never have children.  Needless to say, I was a daddy’s girl, through and through.  My mother was a hard woman to love, and even harder to live with.  She had a vicious temper and tended to self-medicate with alcohol a bit too much.  My father, on the other hand, could do no wrong, in my eyes. 

When I was five, my dad changed jobs for health reasons, and his new job required him to be out of town during the week, leaving me home with my mother. 

She was very strict, in her household rules, and if I wasn’t obedient enough, well, I would be punished with anything from a “Go to your room!”, to a smack across the ass with a wooden spoon.  One day, she was so livid, she hit me across my face.  I remember my stunned reaction to her violent outburst, but not the transgression that would cause such a reaction. 

I used to live for weekends, and dread them at the same time.  My dad would be home on the weekends, and for those few days, I would see a reprieve in my mother’s outbursts as she turned he anger full force toward my dad.  I dreaded the ensuing fights, which were full of abuse, both verbal and physical.  Everything would be calmed down by Sunday evening, and we would have a Sunday dinner in the dining room that would make “The Walton’s” green with envy.  Monday would come and Dad would leave.  I would then silently count the hours until I faced my mother’s wrath once again.  I knew it would come, as sure as day follows night. 

I can remember being about 10 or 11, getting to the age when a young girl needs to know certain things about her body.  My mother, being the generation that she was, decided that she didn’t need to talk to me about sex.  There was nothing to be learned at school at that time, sex education hadn’t made it in to the curriculum, but, I digress.  Mother thought it best if got books from the doctor and have me read them.  I was given two pieces of “motherly” wisdom. The books were not to be shared with anyone, and “don’t let a man put his body into yours until you are married”.  I was to read the books and if I had any questions, she would make an appointment for me to talk to our doctor.  (He was a kind old gent, but I would die from embarrassment if I had to ask any questions pertaining to sex!)

I took the books upstairs to my room, (we lived in what people called a “wartime” house, 1 1/2 storey home, with the two bedrooms upstairs on either side of the staircase) and I opened the first of the three books.  It was written for girls, eight to ten years of age.  It told about how we would develop breasts and we should wear a good fitting bra, so support, so that our breasts did not sag as we got older, and also showed exercises to do to help prevent that as well.  (Yeah, okay, I’ll do the exercises, because I sure don’t want saggy titties, like my mother had, who claimed they were all *my* fault.  Well, she should have doing these exercises long ago, my fault indeed!)

The book went on to explain that girls go through puberty.  (I thought it was PUB-erty, until I looked it up in a dictionary.)  During this phenomenon, I would grow hair under my arms, and on my legs, and that many girls shave their underarms and legs, as the smooth skin was more pleasing to the eye.  (EWWWW, hair under my arms, YUCK!)  I would also grow hair on my pubic area (where the hell is my pubic area, oh right, turn the page), a diagram showed a female pubic area, sans hair of course.  Well, I whipped down my shorts and panties and breathed a sigh of relief, no hair yet.  (I don’t know what I was expecting, instant bush?!)

The book also explained about hormones and getting your period, and what that meant, and at the moment of your first period, you were considered, “a woman”.  (Hold it here, I’m a kid, 10 years old, I am NOT ready for “womanhood”.)

Hmmph, no where in this book did it talk about a man’s body in mine.  What the hell was that supposed to mean, so I read on.

The next book was a bit more exciting.  It had diagrams of female *and* male genitalia.  This was my first glimpse that I was different from the boys.  I read about the female stuff–more pertinent to me.  It showed the labia, (I went and got the hand mirror from my dresser set, pulled down my shorts and panties and lay down on the bed with my knees drawn up.  I spread my legs and positioned the hand mirror so I could see my pubic mound–Yup, got those) and also showed the labia minora, (I put the book down and picked up the mirror again, and spread the outer lips, Yup, got those, too).  The book went on, giving simple details about the clitoris, and if it was stimulated it caused “pleasurable sensations”.  (See diagram for clitoris–OK got one of them too!)  Stimulated, huh?  I touched it, nothing, touched it again, thinking maybe I had the wrong spot, still nothing.  (Well, take this book back, it contains wrong info!)  I read the rest of the book and it explained the vagina and the use of pads and tampons and how a girl can bathe, and even go swimming when she has her period.  (EWWWW, bleeding down there, boy can’t wait for that to happen–NOT!)

Moving on the the next book, which was for teenagers.  NOW we were getting somewhere.  In more detail, masturbation was described.  I read the passage about stimulation of the clitoris, how some women like it soft and slow, and others like it hard and fast, but most like a combination of the two kinds of movements.  It said that saliva was a good lubrication, so I licked the index finger of my right hand, and spread my outer lips with my left hand, and began to circle my little clitoris, around and around, fast, slow, softly, then harder.  It wasn’t long until a flood of sensations washed over me and I lay on my bed panting.  (OH YEAH, IT WORKS!!!)  I read about how an aroused man’s penis becomes hard and erect and that he places it in the woman’s vagina, and this is called sexual intercourse, and it is pleasurable for both the man and the woman.  (Of course, this was pre HIV so there was no mention of condoms, but the rhythm method would be a good method of birth control, should the woman not want to conceive.  Conceive What???)

Okay, so I licked my index finger and found my vagina.  I put my finger in there and, well, nothing.  I pulled it out and did it again.  Still nothing.  Crap, turn the page, maybe there’s more to this, or maybe you can’t use a finger, maybe it has to be a penis—ahhh, the light bulb went on. . .a man’s body in mine.  (Shit, you mean I gotta wait until I’m old and married to do this?)

Okay, let’s try this again.  I licked my finger, making sure it was real wet with spit, and put it in my “pussy”, (I heard my mother call it that.)  I licked the index finger of my other hand and started to rub my clitoris.  I could feel my pussy muscles clamp down on my finger, and I moved my finger in and out of my hole, as I rubbed my clit, softly at first, then with more force, because I wanted to feel what I felt before.  OH MY GOD, WHAT WAS THAT!!!  (I think I’ve peed myself, oh shit, I’m in trouble now.)  I got off my bed, there was a wet spot, but it didn’t look or smell like urine.  Okay, maybe my secret was safe for now. 

I continued my sexual explorations, masturbating, silently when ever I had an opportunity, which I made sure there were plenty.  I started to look for something that I could insert into my little pussy while I rubbed my clit.  I found a pen, bigger around than a stick pen, and I used that, I washed it off, and took the refill out.  I kept it hidden in the back of my closet with the books, and I would wash it off every night before I went to bed, hiding it in the pocket of my robe.  Sometimes I would use it when I masturbated and at other times I would just finger myself.  I found that the faster and more pressure I used, the faster the wonderful feeling would come.  I found an old towel that was in the back of the linen closet and I took that to my room, in case I had a gush of fluid again.  I could hide the towel, but hard to hide my bedspread and my bedsheets.  I had this down to a fine science in short order, and I would masturbate some days, up to five or six times a day.  A perfect way to spend a time out in my room.  School days were the hardest, because you couldn’t just go to the bathroom and rub yourself silly, but I made sure recess was used to the full potential, and would ask to go to the bathroom more frequently than before. 

About this time, I developed an interest in romance novels, you know, the kind they sell at the five and dime stores.  Nothing hard core, but enough to fuel a young girl’s fantasies.  I loved it when the heroine would say to her lover, “Please. . .make love to me.” and a tame (by today’s standards) description would follow.  I would read that and masturbate at the same time usually feeling very satisfied and tired afterwards. 

One night, after a weekend argument, I heard my mother ask my father for sex.  She was talking dirty to him, and it didn’t take me long to figure out that “I want you to fuck me.  I want your fucking cock in my fucking cunt” meant that she wanted my father’s penis in her vagina.  My heart started to pound.  My father resisted, and my mother continued her pursuit.  “Come on, fuck me now, you know you want to.”  My breathing got heavier.  “Let me get my hands on that cock of yours.”  It wasn’t long until I heard my dad grunting, and I could hear thrashing about.  Their voices were getting louder, and my heart was pounding faster.  I could feel my belly start to ache.  (My hand snaked under my own covers and found my clit and I put *two* wet fingers into my pussy.)  “Put  that thing in my cunt–I told you I want you to fuck me NOW!”

My dad sounded angry.  “You asked for this bitch” and I heard more grunting from both of them while my own explorations were going on undercover.  I heard my mother gasp.  “Harder, you bastard, I want your cock as hard as you can give it to me.”  The bed started to bang up against the wall and their sex act was hard, fast and furious.  I heard both of them cum that night, and so did I, many times as I fucked myself with my hand and listened to them go at it. 

This was not the sweet way I had imagined “making love” would be, and over the years, I wondered if they were role playing, but knowing my mother, I somehow doubt it.  I never mentioned that night to them, for fear of punishment.  I, to this day, dislike the rough stuff,  and prefer, the long, slow sweet lovemaking I get from my lover.  

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Tag  outside, masturbation, fun one fantastic summer day

Hi here we are again I’ve just got the bike out to go and pick a very special friend of mine. She has long black hair beautiful slim curves and set of pert 32d breasts that stand up all day long, with large brown, very, very sensitive nipples; which will support a leather coat when fully erect.

The bike hums gently between my legs as the miles slip away on the way to her pad, hopefully hubby is out, it’s not that he minds but he does like to prattle on, and all I want today is to pick her up and ride. It’s warm today even at the licence losing speeds I’m not cold, but I am getting excited at the thought of seeing her today my cock shifts against the lining of my leathers as it starts to grow . I am getting to the outskirts of her town; often wondered why outskirts are outskirts, the vision of her loveliness spinning in flared gypsy skirt flies through my mind and red bender belt and black fishnets pushes my cock harder into the tank. The vibes at this revs are quite nice but I must make it to door in one piece so I concentrate on the road.

I arrive at the door and check the time, not bad I think quickly working my average speed at just over 70mph. The door opens she smiles at me we look at each other like wolfs at their prey. Jane is wearing spray on jeans that show the shape of her perfect bum of to perfection and tight cut T-shirt to show off her glorious boobs.

She speaks “you can put your tongue back in your mouth now I’m coming with you,” with a seductive smile on her cheeky pixie face

.”You look good enough to eat.” I say trying to regain any semblance of cool.

“I do hope so “she adds grinning.

I pick her up a hug her spinning round and round until we are both dizzy and giggling in a heap on the floor.

“You strawberry fool” Jane stammers between giggles.

“Yes, but your strawberry fool,” I say in sickly sweet voice that gets me the cuff round the ear I probably deserved.

We get on the bike; I always love the way she rides pillion almost as she is trying to occupy the same space on the bike, out town we go faster and faster through the tree lined English countryside. The verges blur the Speedo reaches higher and higher and get more and more into a rhythm. Miles fly by going nowhere in particular then I notice there’s a wood on the horizon that I remember. Jane’s hands starting to roam over my body the vibrations must be doing there worst through that old pillion seat. I head toward the wood pushing to limit now just holding back from the raggedy edge, a slip here a slide there just enough to get our heart rates as fast as my tacho. We are there I stop the bike hands reach for me sensually caressing: my back, my neck then hugging and grinding her breasts against my back.

We walk into the wood holding hands and again she looks like the wolf and I feel like the lamb about to be lunch, it feels good, god does it feel good. The clearing appears and it glows in the summer sun the green grass, the flowers; does it get much better, I think. Jane kisses me hard and passionate our tongues dance in each others mouths sending tingles throughout my body; God she’s a good kisser , I think to myself as she pulls away and pushes me silently to the ground and bids me to sit.

I watch in awe of her beauty as she slowly and playfully gets naked, I notice the flushed triangle between her breasts that says hey baby I’m hot for you. I for one tiny instant think there maybe something wrong with the bike if it’s vibrating that much, then slap myself mentally with a large salmon and think she’s hot, gorgeous and is just about do something you will probably love, and all of this is gift to me that should be savoured and appreciated.

Her hands start to caress her body long gentle strokes, her nipples are rock hard fully engorged as her hand swirls over them in turn. The swirling strokes softly sensually heighten her passion as the other hand massages her beautiful bum, cheek after cheek first teasing then strong and firm. Her breathing is harder and more erratic as the first moans start to creep by her lips. She opens her eyes looks at me as if to say for you, enjoy. Her hands roam further over her body: her neck, her sides, her thighs; as her arousal builds her eyes do not leave mine, but do feel that I’m on the menu and it feels good, god so good.

I find it harder and harder to keep eye contact; yes that’s been pretty hard for awhile, as her hand moves over smooth moins. Her fingers move down between her lips, then stroke and play with each in turn. Jane glances down giving me permission to look not just with my peripheral vision as her fingers find her clit and she rubs firmly in a circle and her moans get louder and louder. She reaches round to penetrate herself with the other hand first her pussy, fingers crossing and uncrossing in her honey pot then into her bum which pushes her over the edge. She thrusts hard with two fingers in her bum and two in her pussy until she is spent.

After her eyes have stopped rolling in their sockets she smiles and says,

“Hey big boy want to come and play.”

“Do I ever! “ I think what comes out is even as cool “yes” is all I manage

I fall over several times trying to extricate myself from my leathers in a hurry. I’m sure Jane would have helped if she could have picked herself of the floor from the fit of giggles that ensued. I mean lets face it a guy trying to get out of tight bike leathers is funny enough at the best of times but factor in being naked with a huge hard on. It’s going to be comical and it was.

Finally I’m lying next to her naked on the grass, breathing hard from my exertions and the laughter that occurred before any real progress was made towards nakedness, during the progression towards nakedness and the laughter caused by the relief of finally being naked next to my incredibly sexy lover.

Jane is now looking me up and down. I’m not in bad shape no six-pack but no barrel belly either. I am strong and solid from years of rugby and building work. It could be said that I’m a little rugged now, but marshal arts and rugby will do that for a man, In this clearing at this time there only one persons opinion that I care about that’s Jane’s.

Jane is now looking like the big bad wolf licking her lips and I hope my house is made of straw when she blows. The first kiss is gentle teasing the next more powerful stronger deeper, then she moves down my torso and my thighs and back up kissing and nibbling the whole way. She moves into a sixty-nine position and offers her pussy to my lips and I dive straight in licking nuzzling then I pull away to kiss her thighs and stroke cheeks soft and tender teasing. Suddenly my cock has been swallowed whole the feeling is unbelievable my little head against the back of throat. My mind; or what is left of it, spins uncontrollably in ecstasy. Her head bobs up and down the length of my shaft tongue swirling across the head it’s amazing. I loose myself in the sensation then after what feels like an hour but is probably nearer to three minutes I explode and she sucks harder and swallows all my cum. She holds s my cock in her mouth as it starts to shrink.

I return to what I was doing in lazy dreamy post coital sort of way, I lap at her labia slowly sucking the folds of her pussy while fingering first her clit then moving to her tight rosebud pushing a slick finger into the second knuckle. Her backside loosens on my finger then I join it with another finger and start to stretch gently whilst sucking her hardening love bud. I can taste her beautiful juices as her backside gets wet with pussy juice and spit. Her back starts to arch and her moans are getting more urgent as she takes my hardening cock into her mouth again. My head is light with pleasure as move round to position my cock at her slippery rosebud, I push gently and I start to enter her bum she gasps then reaches to frig her clit as her bum gives in to the gentle pressure and the feeling is amazing as her tight bum encloses my cock I wait while she adjusts to having my thick cock impaling her backside then I start to slide into her bum. Her gasps have become moans and I reach inside her pussy to stimulate he g spot as I shag her harder and harder up the bum. We pound away at each other harder and harder she comes screaming and writhing in ecstasy and I loose jism deep, deep up her bum.

We hug and cuddle for a short time then she rolls over for me lick her cream pie clean, which always for me is just such an intimate act, its mind blowing. We dress slowly and I can’t help linger as puts her sheer thong over her swollen pussy lips and wonder if she will climax on the return journey

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