I’d gotten my forty hours in early on Friday and, since we were slow, overtime wasn’t an option. Because of the extra free time, I stopped off at The Roastery, a local coffee shop, to sit at the window counter, sip coffee, watch traffic, and surf through Facebook on my pad.
“Fancy meeting you here,” came a voice from behind. Turning around I saw it was Pamela. We had hooked up a couple of months prior during a camping trip. Watching her in the river had gotten me hard and she’d accidentally bumped my cock when she slipped on some rocks. She said I was considerably larger than her husband, Roger, even though I’m quite average, and she missed being “filled up,” as she put it. I’d obliged her that night in my tent and it was a pretty amazing session. Since then, the only contact we’d had was via Facebook posts.
“Well, hi, Pam,” I said with a smile as I stood to hug her. Oh, her breasts felt good against my chest. It lasted just a little longer than a friendly hug, I thought, then we separated and sat down together. “How have you been?” I asked.
“Doing well,” she replied. “I was a little disappointed you didn’t take my bait, though.” The confused look on my face was reply enough. “On my post about Portland’s upcoming naked bike ride on my birthday?” Ah, that. “I said you were always there to save my butt, but you never responded.” Her lips pursed in a mock pout. “I was hoping to see you say something nice about my butt.”
“I had something like, ‘You’ve got a mighty fine butt to save,’ typed out but thought better of it before hitting the Enter key.” Her pout morphed into a slight smile. “It just seemed a bit too familiar to be putting it out to the world. How would Roger have reacted if he’d seen it?” I wondered where he was but didn’t ask.
“That was probably a good idea. I’m glad you like it. Want some more?” Whoa! I’m pretty sure my eyebrows went up. “The night in the tent was wonderful, but it was quick and now that I’ve had a reminder of being filled, I want it again, for longer.”
I nodded, “So would I.”
“Roger’s going on a fishing trip with a bunch of his buddies next weekend. Just a bunch of guys fishing, drinking beer and being macho assholes for the most part. I’ve no interest in that.” She locked eyes with me. “I want something far more pleasurable.”
I pulled out my pocket calendar and checked. Next weekend was wide open. “I’m free,” I said. She wrote her address on the next Saturday’s block, then said she had some things to do and left after another slightly long hug.
Slow time at work is bad enough but waiting for the week to pass knowing what was waiting Saturday was like the last week before Christmas for a kid. Finally, it came. Not knowing how the weekend would play out, I did all the usual weekend chores that morning and early afternoon, then cleaned up, picked up a bottle of wine that I’d noticed her drinking on the camping trip, and knocked on her door. No answer, but I noticed some smoke coming from the backyard, so I went around to the gate.
“Knock, knock,” I hollered. A brief sound of rattling, then footsteps, and the gate opened to her standing behind it, wearing a T-shirt, shorts, flip flops, and an apron that said, “This shit is going to be delicious.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is,” I said, which brought a moment’s confused look, then a laugh.
“This is Roger’s apron. He usually does all the barbequing. Come on in.” I stepped through and she closed the gate. Their back yard was quite large, a testament to the luxury of older homes. If this had been Arizona, there would have been a pool. Instead, there was grass and several large shade trees. “I’m guessing you like barbequed chicken?” I made a sound of great appreciation. It looked and smelled delicious. Then she took the bottle of wine. “You planning on getting me drunk,” she asked with a wicked grin.
“Hey, how much you drink is up to you,” I replied. “So long as that fine butt still works, I’ll be happy.” She turned and stuck it out at me, so I slapped it, bringing a laugh from her.
“The chicken is almost done. If you’ll watch it, I’ll go in and finish up the sides.” I said I would and watched with great appreciation as her butt wiggled off to the house.
The meal was fabulous. She said the sauce was Roger’s secret recipe, but not so secret she didn’t know it. Typical of barbecue sauce, it didn’t just wipe off with a napkin, so we ended up at the kitchen sink washing our hands and mouths. She took a damp paper towel and touched up my short beard and mustache. As she did, a faraway look came to her eyes. She placed the paper towel on the counter and began tracing my lips with her fingers.
Then she pulled the tops of her shorts away from her waist with her other hand so she could reach down inside them. When her hand came out, the middle finger was wet and smelled of a woman in heat. She placed it to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked her finger into it, cleaning her nectar with my tongue.
She removed her finger from my mouth and replaced it with her tongue. I grabbed her butt and, squeezing it, pulled her tight against me so she could feel my hardening cock. Her hands went under my t-shirt and stroked my back lightly with her nails as she began working her hips to grind her crotch against mine. I tried slipping my hands into the back of her shorts, but they were too tight. She broke our kiss and said, slightly breathlessly, “Come to bed. Fill me up again and take all night this time.” Couldn’t argue with an invite like that. We headed to the bedroom.
At the foot of the bed, she turned, held up her arms, and said, “Make me naked.” I pulled her t-shirt over her head, unfastened her bra, and slid it up over her still extended arms. The way she was standing really made her tits look great. She rotated her torso side to side a bit, making them sway. A giggle escaped her. Kneeling down, I unfastened the button and zipper of her shorts, hooking them and her underwear with my fingers, and slid it all to her ankles where she stepped out and kicked them aside. Her neatly trimmed pussy was right at eye level. Damn, it looked and smelled fine. I had to taste.
Leaning forward, I nuzzled my nose into those curls, deeply inhaling her woman’s scent. She placed her hands behind my head, working her fingers into my hair, lightly pressing to urge me on. She moved her feet apart to open her V and allow me better access. I snaked my tongue out, slipping between her outer lips, and brushing against her clit. “Ahh,” she squeaked, tilting her hips to bring more of her pussy forward.
I began working my tongue around over that little nub, feeling it respond and swell slightly as her sounds turned to moans and gasps. She worked her hips against my mouth and her scent increased. I knew she had to be pretty wet by now and wanted to dive right in, but not just yet. She whimpered as I broke contact, looking down at me with a “Don’t stop now” expression.
I stood up, raising my arms above my head as she had been. Her eyes flashed and the corners of her mouth turned up as she grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted. Being somewhat taller than her, I had to bend over so she could pull it off. Then she dropped to her knees as I had, unfastened my jeans, and pulled them down along with my shorts. As I stepped out, I kicked them aside with a great flourish, then positioned myself with the tip of my now rock-hard cock at her nose. She stared at it for a moment, then wrapped one hand around the shaft, cupped my balls with the other, and slipped it into her mouth.
I could feel her tongue working the underside of the shaft as she slid down it about halfway, then pressing the tip of it firmly against me, she slid back up until her lips were at the head. Her tongue worked all over the head and flicked at the glans for a while before she slid back down the shaft, this time about two-thirds of the way. She repeated this several times as my cock became even harder than before. I just stood there, letting her do the work. Damn, it felt good. I wondered if she’d take my cum in her mouth, but I really wanted to fuck her first.
On a downstroke, she slid her hands around to my butt, stopped where she’d been stopping, then slowly pulled me further into her. I felt the head reach the back of her mouth and slip down into her throat slightly. Her nose nestled into my pubic hair. After holding there for a couple of seconds, she slid her mouth off my cock and gasped for air. Still having a grip on my butt, she grabbed my dick with her mouth and slid it all the way back down again, held it a little longer, then slid off with another gasp. She looked up at me with lust-glazed eyes. “It’s been so long since I’ve done that, I wasn’t sure I could anymore.”
I responded by grabbing her hair and pressing my dick against her mouth. She opened and I proceeded to slowly mouthfuck her, going deeper with each stroke until I was repeatedly mashing her nose into my crotch. She braced herself with her hands on the front of my thighs and matched her breathing to my thrusting.
After a couple of minutes, I felt a large dollop of precum slipping toward the head, so I pulled out, grasped my shaft, and milked it out. When she saw it ready to drip from the glans, she snaked her tongue out to catch it, holding her tongue under the head as I squeezed more out. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth, working it around, getting a good taste, then swallowed. “Mmmmm, yummy,” she said. We went back to mouthfucking for a while, and she milked out several more globs of precum, swallowing them all.
Shit, if this kept up, I was going to cum, so I pulled my dick out of her mouth and told her to get on the bed. She crawled across the foot of the bed to the middle on all fours, giving me a good view of her butt and obviously damp pussy, then rolled over onto her back. I followed, pushing her knees wide apart as I crawled between them. I knelt there, looking at her. One mighty fine-looking woman, even in the better light than the moon gave on the camping trip.
She was staring at me through lust-glazed eyes, lips parted, chest heaving with passioned breathing, breasts sagging to either side topped with erect nipples of dark pink, belly quite flat and rather unmarked by her two pregnancies, bush neatly trimmed, outer pussy lips open to reveal a swollen clit and her woman’s well ready to accept penetration, and firm thighs with just a hint of wrinkle to them.
My attention returned to her pussy. I reached down and ran my fingertips from the hot liquid silk of her well up between the inner lips to her clit, bringing a sharp intake of breath and a shudder from her. I lifted them to my nose to get her scent, then ran them over my tongue for a taste. Her breathing became more labored as she watched me do this. Pressing on the insides of her thighs, I pushed her legs further apart as I bent down to taste her fully.
When my tongue flicked her clit, she gave a sharp squeak and her hips bucked. I moved my legs from under me, stretching out on the foot of the bed with them sticking out over the edge. Repeating the flick on her clit a few more times brought the same results. Lowering my head further, I sank my tongue into the nectar pooling in her well. She sighed as her hips lifted to meet my tongue. My mustache pressed against her clit as she ground herself against me and I fucked her well with my tongue. Her delicious juices flowed out, soaking my short beard. I knew they must have been flowing down to lubricate her asshole, as well as wetting the sheets.
I ran my tongue up and down the length of her slit, and again, every time I touched her clit she squeaked and bucked her hips. Slipping my index and middle fingers of my right hand into her, I focused my licking on her clit. She gasped and increased her hip actions.
Breaking mouth contact, I asked, “How many times can you cum?”
“I don’t know. It’s been so long,” she replied breathlessly. Taking that as meaning she could cum more than once, I resumed my work on her clit. I wanted her to cum at least once before I fucked her. I wanted her to cum so many times that night she’d be set for a long time. I just wanted her.
After a few minutes of licking her clit and finger fucking her, I pulled my fingers from her well and reached them up to her face, placing them between her parted lips. Her tongue snaked out and began licking herself from them. When I slipped them into her mouth, she began sucking on them like she had sucked my dick. Her legs began trembling. Returning my fingers to her pussy, I reached up with my other hand and began massaging her breast, pinching and pulling on the nipple.
She placed her hand over mine and her other hand began working on her other breast. Her belly was now heaving along with her chest as she continued to grind her pussy against my mouth. The trembling of her legs increased, as did the groans and moans from her throat. She began rocking her head side to side, heading for a climax. Hmmm, not yet. One more thing to explore first.
With my two fingers still in her drenched pussy, I pressed my thumb against her well-lubricated anus. “Oh, fuck,” she cried out. I took that as a good sign and pressed with my thumb. It slipped nail-deep into that puckering hole. “God, oh, fuck, yes, that’s good.” As I rocked my thumb and fingers alternately in her ass and pussy, she began a string of mutterings and other sounds. Her legs were shaking now, and her left breast was clenched tight in her hand. She was pinching her nipple so hard I thought it might pop. Nectar gushed from her pussy, flowing down around my thumb to the sheets which were quite wet. I sank my thumb deeper into her anus until the first joint passed into her. I could feel my fingers and thumb separated by just a thin layer of flesh.
She cried out louder and went rigid as her right hand crushed my left against her breast. I could feel her climax as her pussy and ass grasped at my fingers and thumb. Her body convulsed and she let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a scream. I have no sense of how long she was like this, but it was impressive to experience. This cum was way stronger than what had happened in my tent. I wondered if she’d have any strength left to fuck me.
Eventually, her hips sagged back to the bed, her hands came down, gripping my hair and pulling me up over her. I slipped my fingers from her and followed her lead. She pulled my mouth to hers, snaking her tongue in to dance with mine, tasting herself. Locked in a deep soul kiss, she grasped my dick and guided it to her opening as her legs came up and her ankles locked around my waist. I sank smoothly to the hilt in the first stroke, trapping her hand between us.
She grunted and moaned against my mouth as our tongues continued their dance. After grinding myself against her for a few seconds I pulled back until the head almost left her. Her legs lifted further until her knees were near my shoulders, tilting her well up for deeper penetration. Her hands went to my butt, urging me back in.
I drove back down quickly and forcefully, hearing my balls slap against her drenched ass, the squish of her pussy as it stretched to accommodate me so quickly. Turning her head to break our kiss she grunted and cried out as her hips tilted further to meet my onslaught. Grinding my pubic hair against her clit, I noticed her chin was wet from her juices soaking my beard. “Oh, God you’re so deep. Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me fast and hard. God, you feel so good. I’m so full.” With that I began a steady pounding of her, pulling out almost all the way just to drive back into her, slowly at first but building speed with every stroke.
Raising up on my arms, I looked down on her as I continued to pile-drive her pussy. She was covered in a sheen of sweat and her breasts were flopping up and down with each slam. Head turned to the side, eyes closed, mouth open, pussy juice on her chin, she was giving out a string of guttural sounds punctuated by a grunt each time I bottomed against her cervix. I could feel my own sweat running down my back, down my arms, saw some drip from me to her chest and belly. Our crotches were drenched with sweat mixed with her nectar and the air was filled with her musky scent. Her pussy muscles were clenching my cock, milking it, coaxing the cum from it. I could feel the load building. Apparently, she sensed it, too.
Her head turned and her lust-glazed eyes looked up at me. “Cum in me, Steve. God, you fill me so good. I want to feel your seed in me.” Her hands moved from my ass to my chest as she began pinching and pulling my nipples. “Cum in me now.” Her feet went to my ass, pulling me with each downstroke, urging me deeper. “Cum, Steve. I’m going to cum, too. Cum with me, Steve. Empty your cock in me. Fuck me, Steve, cum in me, FUUCK.”
Her nails dug into my chest as she yanked down hard with her feet. Head tilted back lifting her breasts toward me as she released a long, guttural growl. The clenching of her pussy sent me over the edge and I drove into her as hard and deep as I could, crushing my pubic hair against her clit as my dick spasmed and sent blast after blast of semen into her, against her cervix. “Uh, uh, uh,” punctuated her extended growl with each squirt of seed I gave her. Both our bodies were trembling as our orgasms peaked, then subsided.
Finally, we were still, breathing as if we’d just run ten miles. I lowered myself against her, still holding up a bit so she could breathe, feeling her breasts pressing and releasing against my chest. The area of our crotches felt like a swamp and the air was thick with the smell of sex. She moved her head so her mouth was close to mine. I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead, she licked the beard on my chin, still wet with her nectar.
“Mmmm,” she said with a smile. I rolled off her, my only slightly softened cock slipped out of her with a liquid sound and trailed a mix of our juices across her hip. As I lay there on my back she rolled onto her side and slid her hand up my cock, wiping off some of the mixture. Holding her hand to her nose, she inhaled deeply and exhaled with a sigh. “I love this,” she said, then licked a little off. “You taste better with me than Roger.” Damn, that was hot. I wondered if she’d let me cum in her mouth.
“This was certainly better than in the tent,” I said. “I’m going to want more.”
“Roger won’t be home until tomorrow evening, so we’ve got plenty of time. Even if the fishing is crappy, they’ll stay, getting drunk and bragging about imaginary conquests. If only his friends had a clue how tiny he is.” There was a hint of resentment in that last part.
“Well, you just let me know any time you feel the need to be filled up.” Running my fingertip across the gap between her lips I continued, “Anywhere that needs it.” She giggled.