Remembering 5

A few days before Thanksgiving Jane called and invited me over for Thanksgiving and a couple of days together.  I of course accepted, negotiated to bring some of the Thanksgiving Day goodies, and that morning I loaded things into the car and drove over to her place. It was good to see her, and she was definitely happy to see me.  The day went well, the turkey and stuffing and way too many goodies left both of us drowsy, and finally, after cleaning the kitchen up and putting the leftovers away, we settled down in the family room to relax.  Within minutes we were both nodding off, and I honestly don’t remember much about the next couple of hours or so.  When I woke up I was alone, but as I started to get up, Jane came into the room.  She’d changed into a sexy nighty that accented her charms, and she looked relaxed and refreshed. “Ah… you’re awake now.  Doing okay?” I smiled and nodded.  “How about you?” “Horny.  But then that’s why you’re here for a couple of days.” “True.  So tell me – what have you been up to since Labor Day?” “Working.  Jilling two, three times a week.  You?” “About the same.  Working, jacking.  Do think about your pussy a lot while doing it.” “Anything special?” “Not really.  Maybe about shooting a load onto your bush.  Sometimes I think about times when we fucked, rested for a couple of hours, then sixty-nined, and I got to clean up some of my leftovers.  What sort of things do you think about?” She had settled back in the corner of the sofa, and now she opened her legs to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties.  “I kinda like the idea of your load on my bush, so I can rub it in. “Good skin conditioner,” she chuckled. I stripped down, knelt in front of her, and began to lightly touch her, opening up her labia and gently running my fingers through her bush.  From time to time I reached down for a little pre-cum, which I rubbed on her hard clit.  Her clit was small – I’d known gals with bigger ones – and didn’t stick out much at all, but it did get hard, and it was quite sensitive to the touch.  I rubbed her for a time, slid a finger into her, and gently licked and sucked her for some minutes.  When I knew she was ready, I pulled her to the edge of the sofa, straightened up a bit, and rubbed the head of my cock up and down the length of her slit.  Her moans told me I was doing well. “You like that cock?” “Yeah… cum on me, please.”  I changed positions slightly and started running the length of my cock up and down her slit, using my pre-cum and her juices for lubrication.  Up and down, a couple of times the head of my cock into her vagina, then up and down along the slit again until I came, hot thick cum gushing out onto her slit and into her matted bush.  I could feel her spasms just as my cum hit her clit, and I watched her cum as I shot my load onto her. When I was finished, I leaned back and looked at her pussy, now sopping wet with my cum.  I watched as she reached down, ran her fingers along her slit, pushing my cum into her, then rubbing quick circles around her swollen clit.  In seconds she was cumming again, an orgasm that did last for a couple of minutes.  Finally, she moved her hand away and relaxed. The sight was too tempting.  I leaned in, tongue out, and licked her private lips clean, tasting our mixed juices, enjoying her musky scent.  For a moment I felt her hands reach out and hold my head in place, and then she whispered “Enough, enough. Sensitive now.”  I pulled away and smiled. “You always were good at that,” she whispered. “Lot of things that were always pretty good about you too, Jane.”  We got to our feet and made our way down the hall to the bedroom. Friday was a “naked day’, a tribute to the “naked weekends” of years ago.  And it was mostly a day of masturbation. I woke up in the morning when Jane’s leg brushed mine as she was fingering herself, and when she saw that I was awake, she smiled and said “Why don’t you go down there and get a real good look?  I know you like it.” Very true.  Always have enjoyed watching a woman masturbate. Just something fascinating about a woman’s pussy – the sight of it, the scent, the wetness when she’s aroused, and the way it reacts as her fingers stroke her most intimate parts.  I shifted around, slid in between her legs as she opened them wider, and settled down to watch. “Over the years I ended up missing this, Matt… guess I liked you watching more than I realized.” “I missed it too.” She became silent then, building her arousal up to a long, obviously satisfying orgasm.  When she was done, she beckoned me closer, and I knew she wanted me to lick her, something I was more than happy to do. “Favor?” she asked after I’d gotten her off a second time. “Sure, what?” “Another thing I missed a lot over the years was watching you cum.  Not many guys can shoot the way you do.” “Thanks.” “I want you to edge today… just build it up.  Until tonight, then I want to watch you jack…  I want you to shoot as much cum onto me as you can.  Okay?” We sat around and talked a lot during the day, both of us stroking from time to time – she had 3 orgasms during that time to my none, even managed to pull on my cock a couple of times, stopping before I got too close.  After supper we sat together in the family room, watching porn, and she got herself off once again.  Then, “You ready?” “Been ready much of the day, Jane.  You know how tight my balls are.” “Yeah, you do need it, don’t you?  Here, between my legs.  Let me play with your balls while you pump it for me.” We moved into position on the sofa, her legs draped over mine, and I started stroking.  After building up all day, it wasn’t long before my pre-cum was flowing, dribbling onto her pussy.  She reached her hand out and began massaging my balls. “God, I love how tight these are… like to feel you while you’re cumming.” “I like it too.”  I stoked slowly for a minute or two, just enjoying her fingers pulling on my balls, but the days edging was too much, and soon I was beating my cock for all it was worth.  Pre-cum was flying, some hitting me, some her, and when I knew I couldn’t hold it anymore, I pointed my cock at her breasts and stomach and let it go.  As always, thick, white, and plentiful. “Yeah,” she said.  “Love it.  God, you squirt good.”