Set271
10-26-2008, 01:36 PM
D's Abode...another try at submittal
This story is from my mind, it never really happened....but, it could have.
D had been having trouble with the house since her parents died, she'd lived there all her life and increasingly relied upon to care for her aging parents. Now, she was without even advice on how to perform upkeep on the house. That's where I come in. Because I was always so mechanically inclined, and it wasn't easy for me to say no, and D was my wife's ex-husband's cousin......say that three times fast. So, when she had trouble with the drain under the kitchen sink it was determined by all, but me, that I should investigate-fix it. (Husbands' understand that...)
I arrived early evening on a day that my wife couldn't come in tow. I didn't like the fact that I was doing work for someone in her family and she wasn't tagging along, but there it is. D answered the door pleasently, as always, she emitted exuberance or at the very least a kind of giddy charm. She was at least ten years older than me, but, I could never consider her as ten years older. Her voice was both childish and pleading and she acted as if I were pulling her from an abyss of dispair.
"Hi J, thank you for coming over and looking at my plumbing!" She said the last part of that with a snicker. We had always bantered whenever a sexual joke would present itself. She led me into the kitchen. Her perfume was strong, it didn't need it to be, her looks would forgive any but the most foul...well, never mind that. I noticed it looked like she had just gotten home from work as she had a work-type office dress on. She had a pleasingly plump figure since forever, but her best view was either her profile in a tight dress or a front view with a low cut top. She had to be at least a D or better.
"Oh, that's okay, anything to help out my favorite wife's ex-husband's cousin." That was no limiting factor, between us, we both really just accepted each other as is and that was just fine. She paused in her dissertation of the problem, she obviously just caught that certain word.
"ANYTHING!", she said turning back and slanting her head charmingly. We both chuckled over that.
Getting to the problem under her sink, D went upstairs to change ....or something like that she said. The problem under the sink was easy for me, I saw how it would be hard for her, D would've had to get her hands dirty. Easy for me, so I dragged it out a bit. She always made me think sexually of her and my cock was somewhere between one-third and one-half hard, while she was upstairs I took the opportunity to adjust myself. In touching myself I made a considerable bulge for her to ponder.
"How's it going?" Luckily she came back down none too soon. "Did you find the problem?" She asked squatting down on her haunches right next to me. Again I smelled her perfume. I looked up to tell her the status and as I dumbed it down so she wouldn't get discouraged and move away, I noticed she had a pretty summer-type dress on. Being in the position she was in, on her haunches, I got a pretty good shot of her thighs and crotch area. A definite bulge meant her pussy lips were meaty and did I spy a hint of cleft between? The more I talked the more my voice stammered and repeated. She got a wry look on her face and stood up and walked over to the kitchen table. That is when I got a look at just how short her dress was or was it the angle of my view? If I had a bulge before it was now an understatement. She sat at the table facing me, it was all I could do to tear my eyes back to work after watching her saunter into the chair. She had to know what she was doing to me.
Feigning work, more noise than getting anything done, I snuck peeks here and there. She was just sitting there watching me work and at one point I thought she had a faraway look to her eyes. Sitting with her legs between us she wasn't showing me anymore than before but, she wasn't posing very ladylike. I looked up to address her and it seemed as though she was closing her legs like I caught her at something. "I think this is going to work!" Not really, the work was just about complete, maybe she'll come over again. To my surprise she did.
All this time I had been on my back, my butt on the floor and my upper back in the cabinet under the sink. When she got down on her knees next to me, I started to recite what I did and embelished a lot, I felt a light pressure on my nuts. I looked down over to my crotch area and got an eyefull. Her cleavage was in plain view and her tits were resting right on my crotch. Again she shifted around a bit, maybe to regain her balance from looking up under the sink, or not.
"Sorry, my boobs get in the way a lot." She said with a slight smile on her lips. She only moved slightly, not removing her breasts from my nuts.
I should say something here....
"Pleasure is all mine, literally." I said matter of factly. "Carefull you could get your boobs dirty on my pants, or at least catch your dress on my zipper......we wouldn't want that....would we?" I'm surprised I didn't choke on that last word.
"Oh, I don't know, a little zipper like this." She pinched the plunge of her dress and fingered around for my zipper and hooked it to the dress and then raised up a bit. I felt and heard my zipper coming down a bit...she paused with her tongue between her teeth....then continued down. An immediate bulge emerged covered only by my underwear.
I was getting ideas....
"Oh, boy, now you've done it." It was the only thing I could think of. She was looking directly at my cock, wide eyed and a bit of tongue appeared from between her lips. Maybe I could get her to go further. "Wow, that dress has all kinds of snags, good thing it didn't get hooked on the snap."
She got it right away.
She hunched forward again, this time her dress was revealing a lot more and I saw her fingers still pinching the dress. I could see most of her tits now. "You mean like this?" Just like with the zipper, she fingered around the snap and opened it with her finger-dress. Boing, went the two halves of my jean flaps, spread wide. My bulge was pulsating now, inching its way to the edge of my underwear. "My, goodness, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying any attention to your work." She began apologetically, as she moved forward again she mashed her tits right on top of my erection. Wiggling to get back to where she was making sure her dress was pulled down by my erection. "Now, where were we?".
That's pretty much it I told her.
"Oh," She said and wiggled back out from under the sink, from on top of me. She only moved enough that I could see her nipples... as my cock had pulled down her dress below her breasts... and she made sure as she mashed her tits on my cock.... that it sprang free from my briefs. I thought I even felt her fingers hooking my briefs under my balls. I felt her hot breath on my cock and balls confirming this. I was throbbing.
She settled with her tits just below my balls, in fact as she would move around a bit her boobs would caress my balls. both of her hands were on my hips seemingly wanting to grab something. she looked at me and said "Well my tits are showing and you've got a great big, hard cock in my face, did my tits make it hard?" She had emphasized the 'ck' sound in 'cock'.
"Oh yea!" I don't recall if I said so or just thought it. My brain was connected to only one thing just now.
She continued, but seemed to be addressing my cock and balls, "Your balls seem tight against the base of your cock does this mean you can cum anytime now?"
"Uh huh!" Oh yea!
"Well, we can't have that mess on our hands now can we? What if I help you out a bit?" With that she grabbed my cock with one hand and fondled my balls with the other occasionally pushing her tits into my balls. "What a hard, rod you have, and its warm too." She said as she jerked me off with surprising skill. She didn't just pull the skin up and down like so many other girls that gave me pleasure (yeah, right!). Most of the movement was sliding rather than yanking the skin. Her hand sort of floated over the skin, not quite pulling but nudging. The other hand was a bit rougher with my balls, first squeezing the sac and then lifting the balls, forcing them into a knot. Once she even shook them like canastas, then re-grouped her fingers over the two smearing and pinching.
At one point she stopped and squeezed my cock and pointed it at her face. After giving me a lustful glance with her eyes her head dipped down to lick the head of my cock. Again and again each time longer licks and those licks turning into sucks until she had sucked me all the way in, balls deep. I knew it...she's a pro cock sucker....I knew it. "And what a delicious taste, is the cream filling just as good, I love a lot of cream. with that said she dove onto my cock again this time going balls deep and throating me on each stroke. There's a difference between your hand, a pussy, and a mouth. Your hand gives the most control for yourself, I could keep myself close to orgasm for hours and then, cumming buckets when I do have an orgasm. For someone else, to use their hand the difference is you don't have to do it but, you have to sort of guide her. A pussy is a lot of work, first you have to see if she's in the mood, then make sure she's wet enough, then its lots of movement on one of your parts'. And if she cums too quick, that's always what sets me off too quick. The mouth, is the most pleasurable thing that you can wrap around a cock. There's no tongue inside of a pussy and, if she's of a certain skill level at cock sucking, she can make it seem like there is nothing else in the world beyond her mouth and your cock.
At this point of the blowjob, women usually got tired and slowed or shifted around to a different mode. But D kept it up until I came and then, even after. She had started slurping on the upstroke, loudly and long. The upstrokes longer than down. Sluuuurrrrppp, down, Sluuuurrrrppp, down. I wasn't going to last very long with that onslaught of heaven. Tickling the side of each of my nuts with her fingertips is what sent me over the edge. She didn't miss a beat, spill a drop from her delicious mouth, or stop until all my come was out and my cock was too limp to service.
I recovered from heaven...having to think of lifting my head to look at her.
My balls covered her mouth. Her tongue was trying to gain purchase around one then the other. All the while murmering to her self like she was hungry for ball meat. My nut sac was soaked with her saliva and so must have been her face and still she went after my nuts with gusto. I began to thrust around a bit, teasing her with my sac, which only made her frustrated. She retaliated by moving my hips so she could once again lasso my cock with her tongue and draw me in again, right to the balls and held me there. Her chin, she was using to massage my nuts. Or was she trying to gets my nuts in too, sucking and gagging.......
Here's the revised format ...sorry 'bout the wait. Think I've got the double spaced thing right. More to cum when I can...
This story is from my mind, it never really happened....but, it could have.
D had been having trouble with the house since her parents died, she'd lived there all her life and increasingly relied upon to care for her aging parents. Now, she was without even advice on how to perform upkeep on the house. That's where I come in. Because I was always so mechanically inclined, and it wasn't easy for me to say no, and D was my wife's ex-husband's cousin......say that three times fast. So, when she had trouble with the drain under the kitchen sink it was determined by all, but me, that I should investigate-fix it. (Husbands' understand that...)
I arrived early evening on a day that my wife couldn't come in tow. I didn't like the fact that I was doing work for someone in her family and she wasn't tagging along, but there it is. D answered the door pleasently, as always, she emitted exuberance or at the very least a kind of giddy charm. She was at least ten years older than me, but, I could never consider her as ten years older. Her voice was both childish and pleading and she acted as if I were pulling her from an abyss of dispair.
"Hi J, thank you for coming over and looking at my plumbing!" She said the last part of that with a snicker. We had always bantered whenever a sexual joke would present itself. She led me into the kitchen. Her perfume was strong, it didn't need it to be, her looks would forgive any but the most foul...well, never mind that. I noticed it looked like she had just gotten home from work as she had a work-type office dress on. She had a pleasingly plump figure since forever, but her best view was either her profile in a tight dress or a front view with a low cut top. She had to be at least a D or better.
"Oh, that's okay, anything to help out my favorite wife's ex-husband's cousin." That was no limiting factor, between us, we both really just accepted each other as is and that was just fine. She paused in her dissertation of the problem, she obviously just caught that certain word.
"ANYTHING!", she said turning back and slanting her head charmingly. We both chuckled over that.
Getting to the problem under her sink, D went upstairs to change ....or something like that she said. The problem under the sink was easy for me, I saw how it would be hard for her, D would've had to get her hands dirty. Easy for me, so I dragged it out a bit. She always made me think sexually of her and my cock was somewhere between one-third and one-half hard, while she was upstairs I took the opportunity to adjust myself. In touching myself I made a considerable bulge for her to ponder.
"How's it going?" Luckily she came back down none too soon. "Did you find the problem?" She asked squatting down on her haunches right next to me. Again I smelled her perfume. I looked up to tell her the status and as I dumbed it down so she wouldn't get discouraged and move away, I noticed she had a pretty summer-type dress on. Being in the position she was in, on her haunches, I got a pretty good shot of her thighs and crotch area. A definite bulge meant her pussy lips were meaty and did I spy a hint of cleft between? The more I talked the more my voice stammered and repeated. She got a wry look on her face and stood up and walked over to the kitchen table. That is when I got a look at just how short her dress was or was it the angle of my view? If I had a bulge before it was now an understatement. She sat at the table facing me, it was all I could do to tear my eyes back to work after watching her saunter into the chair. She had to know what she was doing to me.
Feigning work, more noise than getting anything done, I snuck peeks here and there. She was just sitting there watching me work and at one point I thought she had a faraway look to her eyes. Sitting with her legs between us she wasn't showing me anymore than before but, she wasn't posing very ladylike. I looked up to address her and it seemed as though she was closing her legs like I caught her at something. "I think this is going to work!" Not really, the work was just about complete, maybe she'll come over again. To my surprise she did.
All this time I had been on my back, my butt on the floor and my upper back in the cabinet under the sink. When she got down on her knees next to me, I started to recite what I did and embelished a lot, I felt a light pressure on my nuts. I looked down over to my crotch area and got an eyefull. Her cleavage was in plain view and her tits were resting right on my crotch. Again she shifted around a bit, maybe to regain her balance from looking up under the sink, or not.
"Sorry, my boobs get in the way a lot." She said with a slight smile on her lips. She only moved slightly, not removing her breasts from my nuts.
I should say something here....
"Pleasure is all mine, literally." I said matter of factly. "Carefull you could get your boobs dirty on my pants, or at least catch your dress on my zipper......we wouldn't want that....would we?" I'm surprised I didn't choke on that last word.
"Oh, I don't know, a little zipper like this." She pinched the plunge of her dress and fingered around for my zipper and hooked it to the dress and then raised up a bit. I felt and heard my zipper coming down a bit...she paused with her tongue between her teeth....then continued down. An immediate bulge emerged covered only by my underwear.
I was getting ideas....
"Oh, boy, now you've done it." It was the only thing I could think of. She was looking directly at my cock, wide eyed and a bit of tongue appeared from between her lips. Maybe I could get her to go further. "Wow, that dress has all kinds of snags, good thing it didn't get hooked on the snap."
She got it right away.
She hunched forward again, this time her dress was revealing a lot more and I saw her fingers still pinching the dress. I could see most of her tits now. "You mean like this?" Just like with the zipper, she fingered around the snap and opened it with her finger-dress. Boing, went the two halves of my jean flaps, spread wide. My bulge was pulsating now, inching its way to the edge of my underwear. "My, goodness, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying any attention to your work." She began apologetically, as she moved forward again she mashed her tits right on top of my erection. Wiggling to get back to where she was making sure her dress was pulled down by my erection. "Now, where were we?".
That's pretty much it I told her.
"Oh," She said and wiggled back out from under the sink, from on top of me. She only moved enough that I could see her nipples... as my cock had pulled down her dress below her breasts... and she made sure as she mashed her tits on my cock.... that it sprang free from my briefs. I thought I even felt her fingers hooking my briefs under my balls. I felt her hot breath on my cock and balls confirming this. I was throbbing.
She settled with her tits just below my balls, in fact as she would move around a bit her boobs would caress my balls. both of her hands were on my hips seemingly wanting to grab something. she looked at me and said "Well my tits are showing and you've got a great big, hard cock in my face, did my tits make it hard?" She had emphasized the 'ck' sound in 'cock'.
"Oh yea!" I don't recall if I said so or just thought it. My brain was connected to only one thing just now.
She continued, but seemed to be addressing my cock and balls, "Your balls seem tight against the base of your cock does this mean you can cum anytime now?"
"Uh huh!" Oh yea!
"Well, we can't have that mess on our hands now can we? What if I help you out a bit?" With that she grabbed my cock with one hand and fondled my balls with the other occasionally pushing her tits into my balls. "What a hard, rod you have, and its warm too." She said as she jerked me off with surprising skill. She didn't just pull the skin up and down like so many other girls that gave me pleasure (yeah, right!). Most of the movement was sliding rather than yanking the skin. Her hand sort of floated over the skin, not quite pulling but nudging. The other hand was a bit rougher with my balls, first squeezing the sac and then lifting the balls, forcing them into a knot. Once she even shook them like canastas, then re-grouped her fingers over the two smearing and pinching.
At one point she stopped and squeezed my cock and pointed it at her face. After giving me a lustful glance with her eyes her head dipped down to lick the head of my cock. Again and again each time longer licks and those licks turning into sucks until she had sucked me all the way in, balls deep. I knew it...she's a pro cock sucker....I knew it. "And what a delicious taste, is the cream filling just as good, I love a lot of cream. with that said she dove onto my cock again this time going balls deep and throating me on each stroke. There's a difference between your hand, a pussy, and a mouth. Your hand gives the most control for yourself, I could keep myself close to orgasm for hours and then, cumming buckets when I do have an orgasm. For someone else, to use their hand the difference is you don't have to do it but, you have to sort of guide her. A pussy is a lot of work, first you have to see if she's in the mood, then make sure she's wet enough, then its lots of movement on one of your parts'. And if she cums too quick, that's always what sets me off too quick. The mouth, is the most pleasurable thing that you can wrap around a cock. There's no tongue inside of a pussy and, if she's of a certain skill level at cock sucking, she can make it seem like there is nothing else in the world beyond her mouth and your cock.
At this point of the blowjob, women usually got tired and slowed or shifted around to a different mode. But D kept it up until I came and then, even after. She had started slurping on the upstroke, loudly and long. The upstrokes longer than down. Sluuuurrrrppp, down, Sluuuurrrrppp, down. I wasn't going to last very long with that onslaught of heaven. Tickling the side of each of my nuts with her fingertips is what sent me over the edge. She didn't miss a beat, spill a drop from her delicious mouth, or stop until all my come was out and my cock was too limp to service.
I recovered from heaven...having to think of lifting my head to look at her.
My balls covered her mouth. Her tongue was trying to gain purchase around one then the other. All the while murmering to her self like she was hungry for ball meat. My nut sac was soaked with her saliva and so must have been her face and still she went after my nuts with gusto. I began to thrust around a bit, teasing her with my sac, which only made her frustrated. She retaliated by moving my hips so she could once again lasso my cock with her tongue and draw me in again, right to the balls and held me there. Her chin, she was using to massage my nuts. Or was she trying to gets my nuts in too, sucking and gagging.......
Here's the revised format ...sorry 'bout the wait. Think I've got the double spaced thing right. More to cum when I can...