Pleasuring My Ex-Best-Friend's Wife (2)

Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: Ron Age: 52 Gender: Male

Continuation of May 19, 2004 story 9426. I get a second shot at tiny Anne...

We had planned to go out for dinner together that night following our afternoon tryst. However, her daughter unexpectedly came home and Anne cancelled on me.

By the following Friday I was feeling quite unsure of myself and thinking that perhaps she was feeling that she had made a mistake. I phoned her and asked if I could visit for a few minutes; she said that she would be glad to see me and asked if I would please bring my tools to repair the cable tv. She also casually mentioned that Alice was just on her way out to work.

I drove to her home at lightning speed. She met me as I came up the walk, ushered me in the front door, closed and locked it, then took my toolbox from me and placed it on the hall seat. She reached up to hug me. I hugged her until the silence was palpable. She took my hand and led me down the hall to her spare room.

There she stepped back slightly, slipped off her shoes, and undid her belt letting her slacks fall to the floor. She hugged me again. Then reached behind to undo her bra strap. She pulled my hands and pushed them up under the front of her sweatshirt until my fingertips reached her nipples. I touched the edges gently, softly brushed against them, then felt them begin to stand. As I cupped her tiny breasts, she pulled her shirt over her head; her bra fell away, and I gazed upon beautiful symmetrical breasts. The nipples were centered, hairless, the skin colour perfect. Tiny breasts don't sag, even at age 52.

Now she was tugging at my clothes: my belt, then the buttons of my shirt, pulling off my shirt and t-shirt at once, tugging my pants down, then grasping my member through my briefs. It was already swelling, caught in its cotton web. I was aware of her regular white cotton briefs, just regular waist-high "mom" type underpants. She pulled my underwear off, letting them drop to the floor. We slowed, hugged closely, grinding our bodies together, my cock rubbing her belly. Her free hand grasped me. She pulled me toward her as she backed up toward the bed. As she lay back on it, I noticed it was not made, only the bottom fitted sheet covered a padded mattress cover.

She pulled me down on her, our bodies ground together, "scrumped" as I used to say, referring back to an adolescent, non-penetration sexual encounter that combined both humping and screwing action. As we thrashed about, I could feel a certain wetness below. I reached down and found the leg openings of her panties were really quite loose. My fingers slipped into the wetness. One probed her slit, then slipped up into her. She moaned and grasped me tight. I raised myself on my knees to reposition. As I settled down onto her again, she slipped my member thrrough the leghole of her panties, rubbed my head between her pussy lips, and I could not resist giving one sudden hard thrust that drove me an inch into her then hurt me. She cried out and gasped.

I pulled out, her eyes were wide like saucers, she exclaimed "You're BIG! David isn't big! I'm not used to this, you're HUGE! I think you're going to be too big for me!" she said. I hugged her, said we'd take it slower. She hugged me back with one arm while she fumbled in a bedside drawer for lubricant which she then drizzled copiously around my cock and started to stroke it. I probed her slit with first one then two fingers. She was eagerly thrusting onto my hand, her eyes closed, her breathing heavy.

I repositioned to mount and she guided me to her open flower. I pressed, then a second thrust placed me 2" inside, then 3". She gasped, cringing. I reached down to feel my pride where it pierced her lips. I felt I was not half my length into her yet felt as if in the grip of a vise. I could come any second. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She asked me to pull out. I was panting, sweating, my heart pounding.

I looked down. I was streaked with blood and the skin was torn in several places on the shaft just below the head. My instrument removed, now she was twitchy, eager. I rolled off, lay beside her, and gently pulled her panties off. I probed her slit again now with two fingers. She bucked again, panting, now kissing me furiously, thrusting against my hand. Suddenly her back arched, her breathing paused, and then she heaved a great sigh. She smiled, rolled onto her stomach, her head on her crossed arms, her eyes twinkling.

We talked for a few minutes of simple things; then she reached down to my pride. I lay on my side, my free hand touching between her legs, probing her creamy lips. A few minutes later her continued handling brought me hard again. I was very sore, yet still eager to finish. She adjusted her position on the bed and rolled onto her back. I rolled half on top of her. She directed my swollen, red and oozing head between her swollen inner lips, again grinding her pelvis against my belly. I slipped in another half-inch with each slow stroke, teasing her, grasping her tiny bottom and squeezing tight with each thrust. Then I pounded away–20, 40, orwas it a hundred strokes before I came again? Her own orgasm was somehow lost in my own furious rutting. We dozed off, slept several hours.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]