Username: joverde9 Date: 24-02-2015 15:56:23 Mood: horny Music:

Now-days, my ex wife’s Pam’s sister, Katrina is the epitome of virtue and prudishness. You would never suspect that she was once a wanton slut who had almost no inhibitions. Pam told me many stories about Katrina’s sexual adventures. This is one of them.

 A few years into our marriage, we were in bed watching “The Godfather” on cable and Pam confided in me that her father had once threatened to go to the mob to arrange a hit. I was more than a little surprised because her father seemed to be a pillar of their community, a well-to-do, white, upper middle class, church-going, mid-westerner. I asked, “He must have really been upset about something. What would get him so desperate?”

“My sister, Katrina!  What else? She had just quit high school, two days after her 18th birthday, one month short of graduating and had an argument with my mom. She ran away and we hadn’t heard from her for a couple of weeks. Mom and I had kept tabs on what she was doing through our network of friends. She had been bouncing around staying at one or another of her girlfriends’ parents’ houses and within 10 days she was working at a fast-food restaurant near downtown and sharing a flat with a co-worker. Everything was fine for a couple of days, until one evening when my dad went over to see if he could talk her into coming home to finish high school. He came home fuming mad. I was upstairs in my room studying and heard him ranting at my mom that his daughter was a slut. I went  down the hall to the top of the stairs to hear because I was afraid he might have found out that I was in love with a guy and had been necking and petting with him, but just then he told mom that he had walked up to Katrina’s place and when no one answered the doorbell he went to the window and saw her naked on the couch with a black guy on top of her. He was screaming at mom that he knew some people and would have that bastard killed.”

“Wow!” I was flabbergasted. “Did he actually have the guy killed?”

“No! Mom calmed him down. She made him sit down and they had a few stiff drinks and saner heads prevailed. My mom and I went to the restaurant the next day and she made my sister an offer she wouldn’t refuse. Katrina had run away because my mom wouldn’t give her the money to go to San Francisco to live and do the hippie thing. Mom simply told her she would give her the money and arrange the trip for the following week. All Katrina needed to do was come with her right then. To no one’s surprise, the three of us left the restaurant a big happy family and as usual Katrina got what she wanted.”

“You mean that she concocted the whole scene to get your parents to foot the bill for her to become part of the Haight-Ashbury sub-culture?” I asked in a somewhat envious tone.

“Not really!” Pam answered. “She and I had a girl-to-girl talk when we got home and I asked her if she had planned the whole thing. She said not the whole thing and that she was surprised that it had taken so long for mom to give in. That’s when I asked her directly if she had set-up the black guy and used him too. She seemed oblivious to my dad’s being there the night before and asked me what I meant by that. That’s when I told her about what dad had seen and what he told mom about having the guy shot. She started to cry because she was upset that she had caused so much trouble. I asked her if she was in love with the guy and she said not really but he really was good in bed. The next day she told me that they just used each other for sex and that neither of them wanted anything more than that. I was a little giddy and asked her if it was true that once you’ve had black you never go back. She smiled back that it was great but she didn’t care what color it was as long as it was big and the guy knew how to please her. She did say that black would definitely be part of the palate from now on.”

I asked her, "Did Katrina tell you how she met him and what did they do together?”

“During our girl-to-girl, Katrina told me she met Sam the week before at the restaurant where he was also working and they would flirt during work. One night they had to close the place alone and while they were cleaning up and setting up for the next morning, they flirted as usual and she teased him, ‘You’re all your talk and no action and all your talk is getting me horny!’

“Sam teased her back, ‘I’m horny too! What are we gonna’ do about it, Kat?’

“Katrina said, ‘I ignored his remark and went into the ladies room to change and had my uniform off when I heard the door open. Standing there in my bikini panties (Back then she never wore a bra.) I turned around and saw Sam coming toward me. He was naked and sporting a huge hard-on. Before I knew it we were locked in a passionate embrace, kissing and groping each other. We edged over to the couch and settled into it. At first we sat side by side but within a few minutes I leaned back and he was on top of me. He broke off our kiss and started to kiss my neck, then my shoulders, then my chest and finally my breasts. The feeling was incredible when he finally took my left nipple between his lips and gently tongued it. When he did the same thing to my right nipple, I had a mini-orgasm and was ready to fuck but Sam had more in mind. He moved from my breasts down my body kissing and tonguing me over my belly, navel and pubic mound until he reached my panty-clad pussy. He kissed me there for a second or two and then proceeded down my thighs and calves and finally kissing my feet and began sucking on my toes, one-by-one. I was in heaven. I never had a guy pay this much attention to me before. I was his. He could do anything he wanted with me, but he still wasn’t finished pleasuring me. He stopped sucking my toes and slowly kissed and tongued his way back up my legs to my pussy. When he got there he hooked his thumbs around the hips of my panties and I raised my hips and he slid them off. Then he very gradually planted gentle kisses around my pussy, finally actually kissing my lips and slowly inserting his tongue between them. I was a cunnilingus virgin until then, but I was being initiated by an expert and my body shuddered with an orgasm. Sam then administered the coup d’ gras, his lips and tongue turned their attention to my clit. I was totally aroused so they had no trouble finding it. First he gently flicked it with his tongue for about a minute until I came again. Then his lips went around it and he sucked on my love button while simultaneously tonguing it. I can’t describe the thrills of the continuous wave after wave of orgasms as he kept this up for several minutes. I almost passed out from the ecstasy.

‘He finally removed his mouth and moved back up to kiss me. I could taste my juices on his tongue and it made me feel so naughty that I broke off the kiss and moved down to kiss his 8 inch hard-on. Pam, you know that I have given several of my boy friends hand-jobs but I hadn’t ever given a blow job before, so I was a little unsure of what to do. Sam sensed this and teased me, “Never seen one this big, huh?”

“’I said, “Never seen one this close.” We laughed and he guided me through the process. I did what he told me to do. First I kissed the tip. He was uncircumcised, my first uncut cock, so I rolled back his foreskin and tongued around the head and he moaned. After a few minutes of this he asked me to put my lips over it and I did. I didn’t need to be told to do anything else. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could and started to suck. Sam’s natural reaction was to start fucking my mouth and within a few minutes he was flooding my mouth with his semen. I instinctively swallowed what I could but I gagged a little and a lot of it ran out of my mouth, down my chin and on to my chest and breasts. I moved back up and we kissed and held each other for several minutes before we finally got off the couch and got dressed.’”

I wanted to hear more and asked, “You mean that he didn’t fuck her that night!”

Username: joverde9 Date: 04-07-2020 17:22:14 Mood: in love Music:

Late one warm summer afternoon, my ex and I were in the pool. She was wearing my favorite bikini.

We had been drinking champagne celebrating the long weekend and were a little friskier than usual bobbing around in the deep end and playfully tugging at each other’s bathing suits. I succeeded in pulling the straps of her top off her shoulders revealing her erect nipples. She coyly swam away into the shallow end her straps still down. I swam after her but she swam away. I feigned that I was miffed at her and sat on the steps.  After a couple of minutes of teasing, she doggy-paddled toward the steps and floated head-first between my legs.  She extended her arms to encircle my hips and pulled herself into me.  She hugged me for a few minutes and climbed slowly into a position where she was sitting on my lap straddling me.  She reached behind her and undid the strap on her suit freeing her tits and pulling the top above them, pressed them into my chest.  For a 44 year old MILF her breasts were remarkably firm. Her nipples had been exposed to the cooling summer breeze just long enough to make them rock-hard and it felt like heaven when she took them and rubbed her nipples on mine. She planted a quick kiss on my lips, leaned back and asked, “Still mad at me?”

 “Are you still teasing me or will I get lucky in the pool?” I asked back still doing my best to make her think I was pissed.

She leaned back further and slid her bikini top over her arms and tossed it behind her and it floated away. “What do you think?” she said grinding her hips into my hardening cock. “Judging from “Ducky” you’re not mad anymore.” 

She wrapped her legs more tightly around my waist, put her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately and groped each other right there on the steps. That end of the pool is visible to both our next door and backyard neighbors’ houses but in the heat of the moment neither of us was thinking about that. We continued and our groping turned to full-fledged foreplay.  She moved her hand between us and slipped it into my suit, running it down to my hard dick where she gently rubbed the cock head.  My hands were on her breasts. She was usually turned off by too much nipple stimulation but if I placed my palm over her tit, she would usually have a mini orgasm after about thirty seconds of my palm just barely grazing her nipple. This time was no exception.  After these “nipple-gasms” she was always at the point of no return.  Her hips ground insistently into me and her grip on “Ducky” grew firmer. She lifted her hips off of me and using both hands tugged my suit down while trying (not entirely successfully) to maintain our kiss. We broke the kiss just long enough to remove our suits and then resumed the foreplay.  My hand went to her pussy where I used my palm to administer the type of subtle clitoral stimulation that she loved.  She was a goner. She ground into my palm in an intense orgasm.

She then stood up, turned around and bent over at the waist. Her pussy and asshole were directly in front of me and I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my face. I kissed her pussy and thrust my tongue into her pussy as far as I could. She spread her legs further apart to allow my mouth and tongue more access and I moved my tongue in and out for a few seconds.  Her pussy was slippery and I enjoyed the salty taste and musty aroma of her arousal, but I had another idea.  I quickly moved my mouth and tongue to her “brown-eye”. I had never done this before, and even though she told me that one of her former lovers like to fuck her ass, she had never let me play with her there. As I put my tongue into her asshole she wiggled away and said, “Not now. I want ‘Ducky’ inside me.“

“Do you mean your ass?” I asked hoping she would relent and break the taboo that had been in place since our first night in bed.

“No! You’re too wide to go in there. Fuck me!  Fuck my pussy!” She insisted. 

She moved her ass away from my face and crouched over my hard cock and treated me to a sight I will never forget: she was in the reverse cowgirl bent over at the waist and I watched as my cock slid effortlessly through her glistening lips and disappeared inch by inch into her pussy.  It was almost like I was watching a porn show penetration close-up, but the site and the actual the feeling of sliding into her was incredible. I had all I could do to keep from cumming. After my cock was safely in, she sat upright on my lap and started to rock back and forth creating the sensations she craved. She shook with her first vaginal orgasm and leaned back resting on me. I put my arms around her and placed both hands over her breasts exposing her nipples between my fingers.  The summer breeze intensified their hardness and she moaned in approval. When she leaned back, my cock had almost slid out. Only the head was inside her.  The feeling was incredible and I was about to lose control.  She sensed this and slowly moved off of me. She floated on her back and beckoned me to follow her to deeper water.  We quickly found a place where the depth was perfect for her to float while I entered her. When I did enter her she wrapped her legs around me and we both came within a couple of minutes. I remained semi-erect and inside her for a while. We held each other and floated into the middle of the pool where we could use the buoyancy to hold us in this position. It’s hard to know how long we floated like this but the evening hours were beginning and the mosquitoes were poised to attack.  When we got out of the pool we both noticed a rusting in the shrubbery next door and male figure started to walk away. She gasped and streaked into the house naked.  I retrieved the bathing suits from the pool, put mine on and walked to the fence.  I recognized that the male figure was Doug the neighbors’ son, home from college for the summer.  “Enjoy the view?” I called over the fence.

“Not as much as you did,” he said walking toward me. “You’re a lucky guy!”

“Exactly how much did you see?”

Doug confessed, “I was up in my room and saw the two of you on the patio drinking champagne and when you got in the pool, I wanted to see her swim. You know you can see pretty much everything she has when her suit gets wet. I got a much better show didn’t I?  About the time you pulled her bra down, I decided to sneak down and get a closer look.”

“Let’s keep it our secret, Doug. We don’t want the whole world hearing the story. Do we? If I tell her what you said about her suit and how you like to watch her swim in it. I know that she will start to wear her old lady suit and you won’t have nearly as nice a view. Neither of us would like that would we?”

“Heck no! Mr V. But my brother Tim saw it too.”

“Where’s Tim now?’

“Still in the shrubs I think.”

“Tim, I need to talk to you, too,’’ I called and he shyly left his hiding place and came forward.

I got their word that it would be our secret and went back into the house where the ex had just finished taking a shower.  “Can you dry my back for me?” she asked handing me the towel. “Who was in the bushes out there?”

“It was Doug and Tim. They were playing catch and the ball rolled into the bushes.  I guess they’re getting ready for the football season.  I hear Doug will be the starting quarterback and Tim the tight end on RSU’s team this fall.” I explained.

‘Did they see anything?”

“They both commented that they never saw any woman move as fast as you did. I think they enjoyed the view. I think you will be the subject of their wet dreams tonight.”

She laughed and said, “I doubt it. Two young studs like them aren’t turned on by a woman old enough to be their mother. They can get all they want from the sweet young things their own age.”

If she only knew.

Username: joverde9 Date: 24-10-2019 20:47:26 Mood: horny Music:

Just before we were married Pam, my ex-wife and I were going through some of her old snapshots. We came on this one of Pam in a skimpy blue bikini. (Photo has been submitted for posting in my "Bikinis" album). I whistled and said, “SEXY! When was that taken?”
Pam replied, “It was taken by Jack at Ocean City, MD last summer.” (Jack was her lover and dom for the 3 years just before we met in 1989.)
I said. “I would like to take some photos of you in that bikini.”
She said, “I don’t have it anymore!”
“What happened to it?”
“When I was at Club Med with Beth last October, I traded it for that Club Med t-shirt you liked so much at Sanibel. There was a game night where guests and staff members performed together. I was paired with Roger, and we were told to go behind a screen and swap clothes. The screen was back lit and the audience could see silhouettes of us as we stripped each other and changed clothes.” She volunteered.
“Do you mean you were naked with him behind the screen?”
She was embarrassed by my question and was apologetic, “I was still in a funk about Jack dumping me and Beth had practically forced me to go on the trip down there. It was our third night there and we had pretty much spent the whole time there drinking pina coladas. Roger was one of the activities staff. I met him on the first night at the disco and we hooked up.”
A wave of emotion hit me when I heard “hooked up”. Pam had told me almost from the first time we had slept together that she had done a lot of playing around. She had expressed remorse and had said, “I only wish that I had saved myself for you.” I knew I should not be shocked but I was having a pang of ire mixed with disappointment and jealousy. Without thinking I blurted out angrily, “Hooked up as in you fucked him!”
Pam shot back. “I told you months ago, I did a lot of wild stuff. You said that it didn’t matter, that you loved me. Now you are down my throat about a meaningless vacation fuck. I was vulnerable and horny. Roger was handsome, nice and available. Yes! I fucked him. I fucked him every night that week and a few times during the day too! He was a great fuck, better than Jack.”
“Better than me?” I said humbly. I have always had an inferiority complex about my looks and sexual attractiveness. I felt very inferior.
Pam showed sensitivity to me and did not answer my question directly. “Roger was essentially on the staff at Club Med to cater to needy women. I suspect that every week he would hook up with one or more. He had a nice comfortable manner and I understood that there was no emotional involvement, just great recreational sex. For me it was almost like using a dildo only a lot better. He had a nice sized cock and he knew how to use it.”
I was again defensive, “Was he bigger than me?”
Pam was direct, “Yes, a lot longer probably three inches longer than you but not nearly as thick, long enough so that he had to be very careful not to ram my cervix.”
I should have been satisfied with that answer,that even though he was nearly 9 inches long at least Pam thought my cock was thicker. Instead I asked another loaded question, “Was he thin enough to let him fuck your ass?”
Pam was brutally honest. “Yes the last day at Club Med my period started and I asked him if he wanted to fuck me there. By this time he had fucked my pussy so many times that we were using a lot of Vaseline so he turned me over, lifted me on to my hands and knees and lubed me up. I held my breath and winced as he eased that black monster of his into me very slowly. I had underestimated how thick he was. It barely fit. My ass was so full of his cock that I could feel my tampon pressing against my G-spot." Pam got a wistful look on her face as she continued, "I had let other guys fuck my ass when I had my period, but it never felt like this before. In order to cum with them in my ass, I had to rub my clitoris. As Roger started to move in and out I started to cum. It was intense. The same way it is when you fuck me from behind when I am my belly and your legs are outside of my thighs. Like when your cock presses on my G-spot only it was my tampon rubbing against it.”
I had almost forgotten about the blue bikini. I was fixated on her one week tryst with Roger. I had a mental image of Pam and him on the stage at Club Med behind that back lit screen stripping each other of their clothes; Pam in the blue bikini and Roger in baggy shorts and that large Club Med t-shirt. Almost as if I wanted to confirm my imagination, I changed the subject from Pam’s graphic description of Roger ass fucking her to what happened while they were behind the screen. “Did Roger fuck you that night on the stage behind the screen while you were naked with him?”
Pam smiled and giggled. I asked, “What’s so funny?”
“Beth asked me the same question when we met at breakfast the next morning. She was in the audience. She said that right after we were naked she watched the silhouette on the screen of Roger‘s hard cock sticking out and it seemed to disappear as he picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I told her I would never tell but she had to know by the smirk on my face.”
“So he did fuck you on stage?”
“Not a proper fuck but he was inside of me for a short time. I am not exactly sure how long he was in my pussy but it was long enough for us to have a passionate kiss and the emcee to tell us to get a room. When we started to dress it was obvious that my bikini bottoms were not going to fit on him so he put his shorts back on and put the bikini on one leg and put the top on but did not tie it in the back.. I put on his t-shirt which was just long enough to cover my pussy and ass. We were a big hit with the audience and won the competition. I was a lot of fun.”
“I take it that was the last you saw of the bikini.”
“Not exactly! As Beth and I were leaving for the airport the last day, we saw Roger and the social director sitting together by the pool and she was wearing my blue bikini. He was wearing a very tight Speedo that I had not seen on him all week. Beth said that she had seen that Speedo on the guy who swapped clothes with the social director behind the screen that night after we were off stage.”