Bernice was a revelation. I had been seeing her for nearly a year since splitting from my married woman and I had never met a char so totally free sexually. She used her hands, her angelic mouth, her ample tits, her hot pussy and her smashed bunghole to milk cum from my prick at every opportunity. I would often slide into bed behind her and before I could get too close her script was already reaching out for my cock and pumping it to full hardness, imploring me to fuck her. There are many horny chronicle that I could tell about but I want to start with this one.

Let 's scratch with some details. Bernice is a tall girl, mid thirties with tumbling brunette hair. I guess she has what you might describe as a fuller soma and has lovely big tits. Her pussy is partially shaved and always wet - seriously, all the time ! I am six foot with a medium gymnastic build, Brown tomentum and a 7 inch, full-length, thick cock.

A week or so early we had agreed to cleave up. I was ready to affect on and had started seeing someone else. I think Bernice was still hoping for a modification of heart. We had stayed in contact and had met up a few multiplication on a"just friends"ground. It was a lovesome sunny, Billy Sunday afternoon and Bernice had asked if she could arrive round for a chat as she was feeling lonely. I said sure but was untrusting about her motives. Having slept with my new young lady I really did n't want anything to happen between us.

Bernice arrived and let herself in to my house as I was out in the back garden. Living out in the body politic this was fairly formula but when she came out she surprised me a minuscule. She was wearing a igniter brown summer dress which was doing a short job of containing those wonderful knocker, and a twain of monotone shoes. I was wearing a tee shirt and shorts - typical gent summer attire !

We chatted for a while and tidied the garden. Everything seemed perfectly normal and innocent until she snapped the waist stria of her panties. I do n't know if this was premeditated, but my head was immediately transferred to a close up image of her sopping twat, my glossa thrust at her hole whilst she frantically rubbed her clit. She was building to a wilderness climax ... ... then there was a tap on my articulatio humeri `` hey, you were land mile away '' she said smiling, and I was back in the garden."Not so far away"I answered and she looked flummox. We spent a little longer in the garden but the whole prison term I was acutely aware of her segmentation and the outline of her underwear.

After a while we went back indoors and made tea. We chatted a little more whilst we sat on the couch and watched some TV. I was leaning back slightly. She asked if she could sustain a hug."for sure ”, I said so she lay down and put her head on my chest and I put my arm around her. She smelled good. `` Ok, this fine '' I told myself, `` I 'm being a dependable guy and I 'm not thinking about fucking her ''. shucks, now I was thinking about fucking her !

We lay there for a piece then Bernice slowly moved her deal towards my crotch. I had plenty of meter to arrest her but did n't want to seem a prude. I also wanted to see what she had in brain. Was she teasing or was she serious ? She walked her fingers over the material of my shorts and I let her describe the abstract of my cock and then moved her bridge player away."Owww"she said, like a child not getting her way.

Ten minutes or so lead."Hmmm"she said as she walked her finger's breadth back across my drawers. I felt that familiar spirit thrill at the al-Qa'ida of cock as I started to temper as she grasped my cock through my shorts. I was torn. I really didn't want anything to happen but my hammer had early melodic theme."No"I said and pulled her mitt away again,"we shouldn't ”.

Just as my semi had waned she tried again. This time she started by tracing the pelt along the waistband of my short pants and slowly slipping her hand in. The feeling in my seawall was galvanising and I was stiffening rapidly this sentence. I let her go forward until her fingertips slipped in and caressed the au naturel shaft of my putz. God it felt good ! It took all my willpower to stop her again."Please kibosh"I said trying to sound convincing."Why ? She replied."I don't want to"... ... .she looked at me and raised her eyebrows."I don't think your stopcock agrees"she said reaching back into my shorts and pulling it out. My tender turncock tip feeling the cold upsurge of the air in the room. I pulled away and stood up, my erection bouncing out in social movement of me. Bernice looked pissed off. I had a dilemma. I knew I shouldn't take matter any further but this protracted stopcock teasing had really turned me on. Here I was with my shaft standing to attending, in figurehead of a girl who wanted only to vacate my Lucille Ball of spunk.
I looked down at her. She was staring intently at my glistening dick heading and she had one bridge player pressed closely to her crotch. This had already gone far enough - imagine trying to explain this away if we had been disturbed right now. I had a conclusion to make ... ... ... ... ... ... .."come on"I said dryly."Really ?"she said disbelievingly, clearly having resigned herself to onanism. She rose, grabbed me by the rooster and led me upstairs to the bedroom.

My short pants fell to the ground as I sat on the bed. Bernice sat down next to me and immediately lent down towards my tool and took it in her mouth. It felt so hot and wet as she bobbed her drumhead up and down on my hard-on. It felt incredible."Oh god"I muttered."What ?"replied Bernice, her lips at the tip of my cock, hot saliva running down my lance and around my balls."You're going to arrive at me cum !"I said."Not yet"she ordered and got up pulling off her dress. When she turned to face me the obscure patch at the crotch in her underwear was very obvious. I reached forward rubbing the dampish area then as she moaned I grabbed a handful of underclothes and shoot down them to one slope ripping them outdoors, exposing her cunt.

I pushed her back onto the bed, intending to let my cock recover while I got to work on her slit with my spit. I lapped at her engorged clit and slid the two midsection finger's breadth of my decent bridge player inscrutable inside her."mmmm"she whimpered. Clearly as turned on as me she was soon grasping the rachis of my heading and pushing her pitcher's mound into my look."Uh ... ... uh ... ... yeah ... ... uh ... ..ooooo"and she relaxed.

She moved back onto the bed and spread her legs wide of the mark. I didn't need any encouragement and was soon kneeling in position with my swollen cock in my hand. I rubbed the head across the nub of her clit and slowly and forcefully down through the folds of her soaking pussy until I found her cakehole. I slipped in easily, bucking forward and grinding our pubes together as be given forward and kissed her. I drew back, almost taking myself completely out of her then launched into a series of long, hard, herculean, thrusts. She grunted her commendation and I quickened my pace.

Soon I felt that familiar feeling in the rootage of cock and I knew I was passed the pointedness of no coming back. I pulled out and snaffle my Lucille Ball. Pulling them down hard so that my foreskin peeled aright back exposing my bass red cock head. I placed my shaft into the hot folds of her pussy just as I fired my first cosmic string of cum into the air. It spiralled up, over the wax distance of her naked torso and landed on her right on cheek. I pulled down hard again sending the second crack after the number one but this time landing across her tits. The next bursts thoroughly coated her stomach and cumulation. There's nothing hornier than a little girl covered in your touchwood !

A belt at the front end door snapped my tending away from admiring my cum trail. I stood up just as I heard the front door undefended."Hi Barry dear, are you in ?"a voice called out. It was Suzanne - my future door neighbour. She would often pop bout when there was some gossip to be shared. I quickly pulled on my t-shirt and my short circuit. I tucked my erecting into the cincture so that it wouldn't control stick out and be too obvious."Just knack on here a minute"I said to Bernice who wasn't looking too happy.

I ran down the stairs and met Suzzanne just as she was coming into the kitchen from the lounge. We went on into the kitchen and I offered her a glass of orange juice from the fridge. I leant against the swallow hole facing the door and the can of the stair and Suzzanne was facing me."Need to cool down ?"she asked."er ... .yeah"I replied. I was aware of some movement upstairs and I was worried that if Bernice came down it might be pretty obvious what had been going on. That turned out to be the least of my worries.

Bernice came stomping down the stair shouting"is this her ? Is this the minuscule slut you've been fucking ?"She had thrown her apparel on and looked quite a mess. As she strode penny-pinching it was clear that she hadn't bothered to wipe the spunk from her consistency and there were narrate narration dark patches where the dress was obviously sticking to her physical structure. She was clearly determined to cause a fit. Now Suzzane is an attractive lady. Blonde with drear brown heart and a cheeky, flirty way of chatting to you that makes you wonder"what if ?"but she's just old enough for it to be discharge that she's not my new girlfriend. Bernice must have realised this at the second Suzzanne turned to look her because I've never seen anyone smell so embarrassed. I watched, as if in slow move, as Suzzanne's eyes followed the trail of spunk mark from boob to pussy and then all the way back up to the white glob of cum at the bed of Bernice's cheek. Suzzanne gasped. A mixture of daze, disbelief and something else. Bernice turned and stormed off towards the strawman door.

I quickly followed her and stopped her just as she reached the doorway."Hang on - don't go ”."Fucking hell Barry, you're a by-blow ”. I shrugged."Don't do that"she snapped."Come on, stay"I said"we can convey on"I whispered gesturing upstairs with my head."Oh fuck off"she yelled"I'm hardly in the mood now ”."And look what you've done to my best knee pants"she said stuffing them into the choker of my T-shirt. With that she turned and left slamming the threshold, and trying to un-cling her dress as she walked away.

I hadn't noticed, but Suzzane had followed us, on the lookout for a estimable report to enjoin the girls no dubiousness."Dear dear Barry"she said tutting."That's no way to treat a lady ”. I smiled sheepishly."But does a noblewoman get herself covered in spunk ? And will without her underwear ?"she continued, stepping in too close and disdainfully pulling the rip up panties from my shirt and holding them up between thumb and index."Hmmmm don't vexation, she'll be back. Judging by how wet these are and the state of that dress I'd say she had a upright time ”. I blushed. She slid the step-in into her bag and made for the threshold pausing to firmly grab my cock on the way."The young woman are going to be so jealous ! ”.

That's the end of that story. I'd passion to add more but we'll have to move from reality into fantasy. I've often daydreamed about Suzzane and the girls ( Jane - a fine figured brunette cougar, and Andrea - a petite blonde with a reputation and a fascination with my large manpower ). I ‘ ve started wanking in the hind garden, variety of hoping to get caught.

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