Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Adventures of Sasha and Clair

I was worn to a frazzle. My 7-year old twin boys were driving me up the wall now that school was out. "What are we going to do today?" each one asked over and over. Finally their dad took pity on me and took them off my hands for a long weekend. They left early on Thursday morning to spend time with Craig's parents. I went back to bed.

When I awakened, I remembered we had new neighbors. I'd seen the moving vans, but had not laid eyes on them. After a late breakfast, I baked chocolate chip cookies and walked across the street. A beautiful young woman answered the bell. She was perhaps 24 or 25 with creamy skin, green eyes and smartly styled short auburn hair A belted robe covered her.

"Hi, I'm Clair, your neighbor from across the street. Am I disturbing you? I brought cookies. Welcome to the neighborhood," I stammered. She took the plate.

"Hi Clair, I'm Sasha. Nice to meet you. I was out on the patio. Would you join me?"

"Of course," I said.

"These will go great with the lemonade I have outside. I was taking a little sun. Do you mind if I continue while we talk"

"Please, go right ahead." I seated myself under an umbrella near the pool as she went to a chaise chair. When I looked back at her she had removed her robe. She stood there in her totally nude, voluptuous beauty. High full breasts, tiny waist and impossibly long, shapely legs.

"It's just us girls here. You don't object to my nudity, do you?"

"Not at all." I forced the words past my lips. She was so incredibly beautiful and perfect. My mind, my nipples and my pussy went on alert. I thought I had basically controlled these kinds of responses to women years ago. As I nibbled on a cookie, I thought back.

Mom and Dad divorced when I was 16. She wanted to travel so Dad got me. He never remarried, but had relationships until he found a steady. Deborah seemed to be perfect for Dad. Perfect until she raped me. Well, it started out as rape.

Dad was gone overnight on a business trip and asked Deborah to stay with me. During the night she came into my room. Naked. She frantically pulled at my nightie until it was torn down the front. She kissed me hard and rubbed herself on me, all the while telling me to relax and enjoy it. She bit at my nipples as she rubbed my pussy. I fought to push her away, but fear and disgust soon turned to pleasure when she made me cum. I stopped fighting and let her have what she wanted. All of me. Oh, what sounds she made as she ate me, as she rode me in the night. She took my virginity with the strap-on dildo I'm sure my dad had no knowledge of. As I yelped in pain when she de-flowered me, she was triumphantly cumming on the part that was lodged in her. She said that was the ultimate rush for her. All night, she extracted one orgasm after another from my inexperienced body. I was so embarrassed at my actions when the morning came. Mom had come home and I called for her to pick me up while Deborah was singing in the shower. I never stayed with Dad again until he got a new companion.

I went off to college two years later. Making a success of it was my only goal. Not many dates and very few parties. I switched roommates several times because the lonely girls wanted to fuck with me. In their naked youthfulness, they tempted me but I did not surrender. Pink pussy, taut titties, smooth skin, floral fragrances, flowing hair were put from my mind. Sometimes I forced myself to listen as a roommate moaned in pleasure when the girl from across the hall slipped in and fucked her. I knew how good they felt as they did it. When I allowed myself a peek, a roommate might be lying across the bed with her hair spilling to the floor. A girl would be attached to her breast, sucking loudly. Or she might be using her mouth between her legs. Or she might be riding her. Beauty on beauty, rubbing pussies, seeking release. Most times, though, I would put in my earplugs, turn over and go to sleep.

I met Craig in my senior year. An advertising firm hired me right out of college. We married two years later. The boys came along when I was 30. I still work for the ad firm but only part-time and from my home office.

Now looking at this gorgeous creature sunning herself, the feelings are slithering back. She rubbed oil on her skin as we chatted. When she lay back on the chaise, her large, shaved pussy came in to view. My own pussy clinched. I nervously agreed to do her back when she asked. My hands kneaded her neck, shoulders, and her back.

"Would you be a darling and do my buttocks, please, Clair?" Was it my imagination or did she purr and undulate as my hands traveled over her. She was turning me on. Big time. I finished her back, created an excuse and got the hell out of Dodge.

I know Clair was turned on by me. Her hands shook as she massaged me. I know what I look like. I practically ooze sexuality. It's a fact of my life. Men and women are hot for me. In my senior year at college, I met a beautiful couple at a student-teacher mixer. They took a sexual interest in me at first sight. She would watch while he pounded into me from behind. The professor would never do it any other way. He would sit near the bed watching while she rubbed herself on me or sucked my pussy. He was ever the gentleman, always letting her have me first. They want to fuck me. I've taken pleasure from many people, the beautiful, perfect ones, even after I married.

My husband at 42 is 16 years my senior He fell hopelessly in love with me when I interviewed for a job at his company. I have not worked a day since I met him. But I expertly spend his money. Even at his age, Barry is an excellent lover. When he pops the little blue pill, he fucks me long and hard and deep in both orifices. I am an excellent hostess and I do look great on his arm.

Now back to Clair. Yes, those hands felt marvelous. Especially on my ass as she pulled open my cheeks to spread the oil. It has been a month since I have had the pleasure of a woman. Moving was such a bummer. What was her name? Rianna. Yes, Rianna. A 19-year old highly experienced nymph, hot as a volcano. I met her at a pool party. She is the daughter of one of my husband's partners. She wanted to fuck me on the premises that day. Instead, I talked her into meeting me at a small hotel in the city. I wanted to savor her. She brought her personal "arsenal." For half a day, I let her do things to me, put things into me. Sinful, delectable, pleasurable things. I have no doubt that I will hear from her again. And her brother. I did have a quickie with him in the downstairs bathroom.

Clair has probably forgotten how beautiful she is since the kids were born. She is 5' 7" with shoulder length black hair and gray eyes. Motherhood has not hurt her figure. I'll just bet she thought primarily of her family until I came along. Now she is thinking about how my pussy looked when I spread myself out in the sun. Had she looked closer, she would have noticed it glistening with my juices. Juice brought forth by her stares.

That night I dreamt four dark-haired women were pulling at me, wanting me, touching all of me. I woke with a start before I came. Craig would be so disappointed in me if he knew I had been with a woman. Still wanted to be with one after all these years. Sometimes late at night when I can't sleep, I pull out that memory of her, hair swinging, breasts bouncing, pounding into me. I silently rub my clit and let myself cum. Once I am spent, I can roll over, pretend it didn't happen and go to sleep.

The next day I invited Clair for brunch. It was Friday and my husband was at the office. I also invited Heather, a fellow graduate student. Heather lets me kiss her and pet her above the waist only. Man, was she a kisser and her breasts were to die for. Those titties took the edge off our study sessions. She said she was saving "below" for Mr. Right. I wanted to excite Clair a bit. While they were there, I touched Heather's breasts inside her low-cut blouse as she sat next the Clair on the sofa or kissed her on the lips as if it were the most natural thing to do. Clair took it all in. At the door, I gave Heather one long last kiss with some tongue and saliva action. I gave Clair a swift smack on the lips before sending her across the street.

She kissed me. She really did. But not like she kissed Heather. I saw her pink tongue enter Heather's mouth. They seem so natural together. Sasha must be fucking her. Somehow, I was a little jealous.

Clair didn't come over today, but we chatted on the phone. By Saturday, I knew I had to make a move on her while our husbands were away. Mine was in an all day golfing tournament. It was already mid-morning. "Clair, come over. I have something I want to show you. Ten minutes, ok?"

I showered and slipped on a mint green, see-through-lace tank top and panty. They fit close, hugging and accentuating my mound and my nipples. Clair rang on time. I quickly pulled her in. When I closed the door, I greeted her with a quick smack on the lips-kind of like before. When she opened her mouth to gasp, I forced my tongue inside. She put up a token effort to push me away, but finally acquiesced as I knew she would. I knew from day one that I would fuck her. Married women are my best conquests. They are so needy for something different and exciting. I am that.

"Let's go upstairs. I can hardly wait to see you naked."

"Sasha, please. I don't know if I...Is that outfit what you wanted to show me? You look so hot in it."

"Thanks," I said while turning to model. "I'll let you peel it off me. You know you want to get inside my panties, don't you? You want to touch my pussy. I saw you looking at it. At me. Come on up, Clair. You can do whatever you want with me."

I had her. I was offering her everything she wanted. Her clothes fell away quickly. Before long, she was slowly removing my green items. Her breath was ragged. Then I was lying on top of her. My rather large clit was pushing into her. My tongue invaded her sweet mouth again. Our breasts pressed tightly together. I heard the sound of surrender in her throat as I began to slowly ride her.

This beautiful woman was pressing against me. Her mound was screwing on mine. She felt so damn good. I thought I would go crazy as she fucked my mouth with her tongue. Such exquisite pleasure was finally mine again. Her hot body and her naughty words encouraged my release. I pushed upward as I came endlessly. She joined me.

Sasha was still very excited from our lovemaking. She pulled away and began sucking my breasts very hard as she rubbed my clit. Soon she moved between my thighs, spread me wide and began eating on my pussy. Sasha pumped three fingers into me as she pulled on my clit with her lips. My labia, my entire pussy disappeared into her hot, wet mouth. I thrashed in sublime pleasure as her long tongue made its way deep inside my vagina. My juices flowed freely. I lost all count of my orgasms.

My, my what a passionate woman this Clair is. She seemed to have had a lot of pent-up passion for a woman and she released it with me. As she fucked me, Clair whispered that she's needed pussy for so long. I don't think she's aware that she spoke. Perhaps I can get a story from her. Wherever she got some, it must be memorable.

During our time together, Clair asked to "ride" me as I did her. My engorged clit stood at attention for her. She was ecstatic as she climbed aboard and fitted her swollen pussy to me. Her lovely face, eyes closed, was concentrated in lust as our pussies humped toward orgasm. Her red lips were parted, thick from my kisses. Perspiration dripped from her long neck down between her breasts. Beads of it caught on the thin gold heart that dangled from its chain. Her nipples were rock hard when I reached up for her breasts. Her ass was soft and sleek as I guided her screwing. Like me, Clair fucked deeply. I was ground into my mattress. She held off cumming for as long as she could. Her body would leave mine for precious seconds holding back, but it could barely stand the absence. Contact. Sweet contact again. When she finally let herself cum, it was hard and sustained. After long minutes, she collapsed on me. Tears flowed as she thanked me and kissed me passionately.

Sasha and I spent the afternoon having sex. I kissed and sucked every delicious inch of her-breasts, pussy, ass, the soles of her feet-everywhere. Now I know she did purr as I put my fingers in her pussy one by one.

Sasha left me for a short time and came back with a bag she said she kept hidden in the attic. With her back to me, she stepped into a harness. She turned and came toward me with a red 8-inch dick. Man, what pleasure I had with her slicing that thing into me from behind as we watched ourselves in the mirror. When she aimed the phallus at my butthole and paused, I gave her permission to enter. Sasha rubbed my dripping pussy and transferred the juice to my hole. Ever so slowly, she pressed forward. Slowly, so that I could savor the thick fullness. So that I could watch. There was no real pain, but there was much pleasure. She pushed all the way to the hilt and locked herself into me. I lost my virginity to yet another woman. She began sliding the dick in and out of my anus. Powerful strokes. Playful but erotic slaps on my cheeks heightened my pleasure. I came when I saw her dip at the knees, then come back up and push hard into me. The feel of that thing was incredible. The feel of Sasha was extraordinary

We were beautiful together. Natural. She pressed me against the shower wall, kissing me hungrily as the water beat down on us. I couldn't make up for 20 years of lost pussy in one day, but I made a nice dent. I went home exhausted, but it was the best day of my life.

"If you do anything worthwhile today, do it with a woman." Tayla


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