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Super loves it!!….

25 Nov

Tom, Ron, Kelly and I walked down the street.  Us girls with our arms arround each others waists.  As we stopped at the corner to figure out where we were going Kelly and I made out some. We found a hotel and stopped on the way to get some beer, vodka and champagne.  We poured some drinks and put on some soft porn.  I put our toys out on the television stand.  Kelly and I were snuggled up on the bed together, touching and kissing while the men chatted and looked on.  Ron says to Shelly, “Do you love it?”  She responds back, “Super love it!”  That was their little thing.  I kinda dug it, it was sweet and playful of them.   

  After a while I suggested we put on our bedroom gear.  We both slipped into the bathroom where we laughed that our negligees were both from Fredericks of Hollywood and didn’t really fit our boobs.  Dressing together gave me a chance to pull together more confidence about my figure and gave us time to kiss.  I compliment her on her skimpy black outfit.  She looks me up and down and tells me she loves it.

We came out and modeled for the boys.  Making out and touching she layed me down on the bed and spread my legs hard.  She tasted my wet pussy and told me how good I tasted.  She ate me out like a pro.  I was moaning and bucking against her face while Ron came up behind me and put my hands into her hair and told me to pull hard.  She responded by eating me with a new verosity.  After getting me all juiced up she put on her new strap on and fucked me while the men watched clothes on stroking at their cocks through their jeans.  She told me to get on my knees and fucked me hard from behind.  We switched places and fingered her pussy before fucking it hard with the strap on while Ron is telling how much Kelly loves it, super loves it.   It was a willey toy hard to control, I held it with one hand while I thrust into her and hard and deep and I could with her asking for more the whole way.  I put her on her knees fucking her from behind and Ron pulled out his cock for her to suck as I fucked her.  Tom had his cock out stroking and watching.  I pulled out and lay next to Tom kissing him, his arms arround me.  I slide down to suck his cock showing my pussy off behind me.

Kelly and I continued to play as the men got naked.  She tells me how much she wants to see Ron fuck me in the ass.  I check with Tom he’s OK with it and I’m honest with them, I’m not sure if I can but will try.  Kelly had already been working my ass as she was playing with me.  Ron worked me with his fingers as I sucked on Toms cock.  He lubed me up with his spit and worked his cock in a little at a time.  Working through the tightness with the right amount of force.  Before I knew it he was fucking me with long deep strokes as I’m sucking dick and Kelly is watching us.  She took a turn sucking on Toms hard cock.  Tom layed her down next to me and started fucking her shaved pink pussy.  I’m sucking on her tits and she moans watching her man fuck my ass.   Tom backs away as he cums outside of the group and we all take a break.

It’s time to break into the toys again and Kelly and I choose the bright pink double headed dildo.  We each lay back and the fellas help by rubbing the head on our pussies.  It’s thick and smooth and feels very good going in.  We start to wiggle arround with the men touching and looking on.  They are moving it back and forth fucking each of us with their strokes.  We start pressing together and I grab her legs grinding up into her pussy.  It feels so good.  We’re moaning and thrashing about boobs mouth open.  I suck Tom’s cock briefly and he then moves arround to take a picture or two of our stuffed muffs.  I’m using my hand to rub my clit and grinding against Kelly.  Gripping her legs and pulling her into me.  I start to cum and it keeps cumming.  It was amazing. 

Kelly was having a harder time climaxing.  I gave her a little finger vibrator I brought to buzz her clit.  I’m still bucking against her playing with the toy.  I realize I still have the curved glass toy that will reach up and hit her G-spot,  I walk away and the men have their hands all over her.  Tom is fingering her ass.  Ron has his fingers in her pussy and the other on her throat.  I bring the glass toy and start to fuck her with it.  Slow at first then faster and harder as she starts to moan and buck against us.  She’s getting close as I’m ramming her with it hard, Tom still fingering her ass and Ron is now choking her hard like she likes it.  His cock in her face.  When she finally cums it’s loud and low and then explosive.  We all sit back for a breather after that intense round of fucking.

We start to chat.  We talk about music and a lot of our taste lines up.  The conversations drifts to other experiences we’ve had.  Tom and I have only had a woman as a third.  Tom before me has been a third for a couple but has never shared his girl.  Ron tells us that we are awesome.  This was great, he has been with couples that can’t let go of hang ups or that are totally full of themselves.  Fellas that hover over the girls and even someone who walked out on their significant other.  We were deemed legit, and Kelly confirmed she Super Loves It!.  Tom and I had an amazing time too.  At this point Tom had cum, I had cum and Kelly just came but Ron was left out.  He won!  

While Ron was in the bathroom I said to Tom and Kelly that it didn’t seem fair that Ron hadn’t had his turn.  I wanted to help him cum.  They agreed and before I knew it I was on top of Kelly kissing her and rubbing against her pussy.  Tom came in behind me as I was on top of her and started to fuck me.  Ron returned from the bathroom to us fucking and he came close enough for me to get his cock in my mouth.  I suck him and he wants to fuck me again.  I go to the edge of the bed and give him the option of fucking either hole from beind.  He grabs my hips forcefully and drives into my wet pussy fucking me hard.  I reach under and caress his balls as he’s plowing into me.  I look back over my shoulder to seem him sweating and flexing staring back at me.  I turn back to Kelly and Tom who are now fucking as well.  Ron is about to cum and he gets on the bed on his knees and tells Kelly she’s going to get it and shoots his load over her face and tits while Tom is still balls deep inside of her pussy.  Tom calls to me to take his load in my mouth and I swing arround to suck him off as he cums again.  It’s late and we just had a perfect finish to an amazing night.

We have a hard time saying our goodbyes because we keep catching ourselves in conversation.  One thing is for sure we all want to try it again.  I super loved it! I pack my toys and my left over bottle of champagne.  Tom and I are dressed it’s 2:30 and I have to be at work at 8:45am.  I kiss Kelly good bye and give Ron a hug, and end up doing it one more time before leaving for the night.  Tom driving and me dozing in the passenger seat.  

That was less than a week ago and Tom and I are still talking about it.  Turning each other on and so excited for our next time together.

We used to have so much fun…..

10 Feb

She was a kindergarten teacher.  Skin so fair you’d wonder if she could go outside on a sunny day.  Reddish auburn hair that complimented her completion nicely.  Her glasses gave her that bad girl in disguise look and when she took them off her green eyes were mesmerizing.  When we first met I whispered to my fiancé that I was interested in her.

We’d flirt and invite her out with us.  She’d get all dolled up, short skirts, push up bras and low cut tops.  My fiancé would grab both of our asses and hold us close.  It was the mocha lip gloss that finally got me the kiss I’d been hoping for.  She wanted to taste it. I held her close and kissed her deeply.  Her smile let me know she liked it too. 

One evening we were having a few martinis and fooling around a bit.  We had cuddled up in bed and were watching The Labyrinth.  I don’t think we got past the first ten minutes before she started  making out with me.  My fiancé had his hands on us and would get kisses here and there.  I pulled off her shirt and tore mine off too.  We were nekid before we turned our attention to my fiancé. We kissed him and caressed him, peeling his clothes off quickly. 

She early went down on him, taking him into his mouth as we kissed.  I rubbed and smacked her ass and told her how hot it was to see her sucking his cock.  I went down with her and we worked him over together.  Our tongues flicking against the silky flesh of his shaft making him moan. 

We took turns going down on her.  While he was giving her pleasure I licked and sucked her perfect pink puffy nipples.  Kissing her and biting her neck.  When she was ready he slid her down and bent her over the edge of the bed.  He got behind her and started to fuck her gentility as she started licking my pussy and slipping her fingers inside of me.  I was so turned on, she had me on the verge of cuming from her first lick.  She licked my pussy eagerly as he filled her with his hard cock.  I felt his rhythm pushing her against me as he thrust into her harder and deeper that put me over the edge cuming loudly as she worked me with her hands and tongue.  Her breathing changed and when she came she laid her head on my leg moaning into my thigh. 

My fiancé sat back against the headboard propped up by pillows she straddled him kissing him.  Still hard he put her on top of his cock and she rode him.    Her body swallowing his length and then rising back up. I loved watching her hips grind against him.  He prompted her to ride him in reverse.  I took the opportunity to kiss her and lick and suck her breasts.  I went down and sucked her clit as he fucked her shaved pussy.  Sitting back and enjoying the view his cock popped out of her succulent crevice.  I used my hands go guide him back into her.  Licking his cock and balls as he fucked her.  When he was about to cum he picked her up and freed his cock so I could take it into my mouth.  He exploded into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed every bit. 

By the time we finished the movie was over.  The ice in the martini shaker melted and the condensation making a puddle on the top of the vanity.  Snuggled together in the bed and went to sleep throughly satisfied.

Boobies!….

28 Jan

I’ve been following the blog of Ms. Titty and she has recently posted a request us bloggers write about our experiences with boobies.  I would like to say right away I love boobies!  I’ve had big ones forever.  I’ve grown into them becoming a woman and a Mom so now they are not so outrageous.

The first time they caused a stir that was out of the ordinary was the summer that I graduated grade school.  I was turning 11 at the time.  My friends and I had gone to summer camp for a couple of weeks and it was right on the river.  It was the first day and I was wearing a modest one piece swimsuit.  I had never had attention from the boys I’m guessing because I was a little chunky and didn’t really dress in the most popular styles.  The girls I was with were used to having signficantly more attention than I.  The girls were already picking out which boys were cute.  They noticed most of the boys wanted to talk to me or were checking me out.  They equated that with my boobs that were definalty large possibly a C cup back then.  They proceeded to try to hold me under the water.  Not drown me or anything just keep my tits hidden. 

Another very boob centric part of my life and maybe a reason why I never thought much of the extra attention my big ol’ boobies drew as a problem was my relationship with my best friend and later on boyfriend in middle school and the beginning of highschool.  He was very tall and insightful beyond his years.  He wasn’t attractive in any normal sence of the word but there was something about him.  He was very interested in titties.  He would encourage me to free them and he made no passes at me and was never rude.  We spent a lot of time together and he truly valued me and respected me.  We got to a point we we argued about whether my titties were more than a handful he had really big hands and we disagreed on the definition of a handful.  He put his hand on my breast closed and showed how my tittie didnt come close to fitting in his cupped hand.  I had him spread his fingers and he could trap the whole thing in his big hands.  By then I think I was a 34D.  He talked about how titties should be free and I bought into the whole idea and for most of my sophomore year in highschool I ran around braless.  That attracted a lot of attention but it never bothered me and didn’t seem to get me into anymore trouble than I would get myself into anyway.

The bottom line for me is I’ve always liked them and if I didn’t want to attract attention to them I would cover them up and wear a bra that held them back a little.  Since I’m a bit thicker they are easier to conceal than on a tiny girl.  I’m now up to a 36DD (you should have seen them when I was pregnant!).

P.S.  I love boobies.  I try not to gawk like a guy but when I see a nice pair I just want to put my face in them.  When the bra’s are off it’s not the size of the boobies that count it’s the shape, for me anyway.

The girl next door……

12 Jan

Oh the memorys.  He was there for my first real sexual experience with a girl.  Well kinda, here’s the story……

We were barbecuing at our little apartment.  We must have been about 24 then.  One of our single buddies was there and when my fiancé saw to nice looking girls walk by he invited them in for a drink and some barbeque.  Both had long hair but the tall one had these beautiful full lips and piercing blue eyes.  They hung out and drank.  We tried to get our friend to chat them up but he proved again why he is single and did a poor job.  The tall one was our new neighbor in the complex.

We became friends going on outings to the river together, out to partes, she would hang with us at our apartment.  One night we were drinking and sitting together on our couch.  She started brushing my hair and telling me how beautiful I was.  I complimented her back.  Her breath on my neck was exciting my heart was racing.  I was aroused by her soft touch.  We were both quite tipsy and she said she wanted to go back to her apartment.  We left together and I don’t know what I told my fiancé but we left him alone.

When we got there we sat on the couch and started making out right away.  Her lips were dreamy.  My hands in her hair, on her breasts.  She was pulling off her shirt and pulling off mine.  Her pale puffy nipples felt so soft in my mouth.  I felt a little lost when she sucked on my breasts, what do I do with my hands?  I closed my eyes and stroked her hair.  We went back to kissing our bare breasts pressed together as we wiggled out of our pants.  Exploring her wet pussy with a finger as we kissed and she squeezed my tits.

She backed away and looked at me.  I told her how beautiful she was before she went down on me and started to lick my pussy.  I was eager to taste her as well.  She playfully tickled me with her tongue and entered me with her fingers.  Her touch was thrilling. 

After enjoying her attention for a while I had her lay back on the couch and kissed her deeply.   I gave her a gentile bite on the neck and her breasts.  Kissing her soft stomach before getting to what I’d been eagerly awaiting.  I lick her and taste her sweet wetness.  I can feel her squirm and I rub little circles with my tongue on her clit.  Kissing and sucking as she moans.  I try adding my hands and awkwardly gently I slip one inside of her a little at a time. 

We ended up kissing some more our naked bodies pressed together.  She was rubbing her pussy on my leg.  It was the first time for both of us but there was a level of comfort that let us fumble a bit without being uncomfortable.  We were so caught up in each other we didn’t seem to notice the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.  When the door opened my fiancé looked ready to party.  We probably looked like a couple of deer in headlights. 

It was sad to say she was not into being with him at that time.  That was as far as we got.  For a long time he would tease me that he was upset.  Many years down the road he finally got his turn but that is another story.  It is a hot memory that we share.  That summer the song “It Wasn’t Me” by Shaggy was on heavy rotation on every station.  Not my normal type of music but the lyrics always made us laugh. 

 Here’s the part:

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door

Saw me bangin’ on the sofa (It wasn’t me)

Here’s the video for “It Wasn’t Me”

SWK….

8 Jan

Single with kids.  When I think about it I get a little scared.  I wonder if I will have a social life.  Probably not and I am behind the eight ball because I don’t really have a collection of friends on my own.  Since my fiancé and I spent almost all of our time together my friends are our party buddies.  I like the idea of making new friends and building relationships, but with kids I wonder how much freedom I will have to nurture new relationships. 

I also have this tendency to feel nervous or inferior to others.  Like I don’t bring much to the table.  I know it’s silly.  I’m a great listener, I’m dependable and cheery but I still feel like the odd man out.  When other chicks are hanging out with their girlfriends I’m hanging with the guys talking shit. 

Meeting some one and dating.  I don’t like the idea of that at all.  Aren’t all the good ones taken.  Do I need to check cemeteries and rehabs to find good men who lost their significant other?  Then what good man would like me.  My kinda of girl attracts dirt bags. 

Even though I love Tom he’ll never be mine plus he’s a cheater.  He cheats for the trill of it.  No matter if I’m bi and into being with the woman he wants to cheat with it will mess up the thrill of it.  I know it sounds weird but I don’t want someone going behind my back.  Maybe that takes me back to the open relationship idea but then again won’t that attract the wrong types?

The stress of deciding whether to work on my relationship with my fiancé or break it off is driving me mad.  Then I have these selfish thoughts of being lonely and social dysfunctional that go along with it.  Do I just stay because it’s going to be hard and lonely?  The life I picture I should have might just be impossible since I picture it with a faceless partner that may not exist and if they do I might never find them.  Worse yet I might find them and they won’t like me.

The family factor…..

3 Sep

I talked to Tom yesterday on my lunch.  It’s so nice to catch up with him.  We talked about all the fun stuff he has planned for this weekend.  He says he misses me.  I’ve felt a little weird about things with him lately.  After his kid left I thought we would be in touch more.  When the texts didn’t come like they used to especially with me texting him it felt weird.  I started to wonder if things were not as I thought.  On our talk yesterday he told me how much he misses his kid.  He tells me how he gets into a funk when their time together is over.  He said he is sorry for not being as romantic with me.  From what he tells me is a very involved caring father.  He says they talk on the phone 2x’s a week or so.  He says he is calling daily to talk.  It is so sweet.  I found out they stopped living together when the baby was about 12 months old.  He used to drive 8 hours every weekend to be with his kid untill his ex moved farther away and made it harder.  His ex doesn’t seem pleasant either making him more of a hero in my eyes.  Lot’s of fathers live in the same town and don’t make that kind of effort to be with their kids.  His dedication to his child is heartwarming.  I miss his sexy texts but I can wait especially if the reason is so pure and wonderful. 

On the other hand my fiancé is in a bad way.  His family is pretty dysfunctional.  On a scale of 1-10 maybe a 7.  His mother called him in tears.  The two youngest of my fiancé sisters live at home they are 18 and 20.  They both are kind of Goth/Emo kids.  They like these weird pretty emo boys.  Come to find out their boyfriends both like boys.  The older sister has a lot of mental problems and was living with this terrible boy.  Come to find out he was having unprotected sex with men from Craig’s List for fun (they claim not for money).  Now she is worried she has AIDS but has not gotten tested.  The younger sister’s boyfriend just sucks guys off.  She is not worried like the older one but she has been sneeking out to have sex with a guy that is now in prison.  So now my fiancé’s Dad is holed up at the family’s other house (yes they have two houses) and is snorting Oxycontin to stay calm.  I think that’s just an excuse his horrible drug problems is one of the reasons they are high on he dysfunction list.  Now the older sister is saying she will kill herself if she has AIDS.  My fiance’s Mom is freaking out.  She has to go work, she’s worried she will come home and find her little girl dead.  I don’t think she has gotten tested yet.  It’s a mess.  I don’t know how to help if there is any help that can be given.  They live across the country.  My fiance keeps trying to think of a way to go out and kill that guy that put his older sister at risk.  Literaly kill or mame him.  I of course being a sociopath (that’s what my one of my friends calls me anyway) offer I could take a week off of work to watch the kids so you can…um…take care of business.  I’m pretty sure he would never kill anyone but he would hurt him badly for sure.  If he were to end up in jail for a long time that would give me a chance to……OK I know that’s fucked up.  Kind of a win win though right?  I don’t know.  I feel really bad for all of them but their family structure is so bad that it’s not a surprise.  How can you put you foot down and help those girls when they are adults now.  I hope that all is not lost for them, especially the younger one, but wow.

I want to be there so bad……

2 Sep

I’m just venting.  My love is going to a weekend festival of sorts.  Lots of punk and hard rock bands.  Camping drinking and general lawlessness.  He is bringing his three-wheeler, his shot-gun and a bunch of beer.  There will be lots of smoking (of which he does not partake) and drug use.  Basically a crazy weekend party/camp out with bands.  Oh how I want to shrug of my responsibilities and party with him.  He says he would love to have me there with him.  I tell him go have fun, I won’t expect to hear from him untill Tuesday.  He says he will be texting me if he has signal and if he gets any pictures of boobs he will send them to me.  I love how we interact.  We would have so much fun together.  I hate the reality that I will probably never get to be with him like that.  At least not untill I’m pushing 40 and he’s almost 50 (I’m 32 and he’s 41) and yes we are still acting like kids.  Just one more reason why I love him so.  I hate to think by the time I get my hands on him for good he’ll be to broken down to enjoy sleeping on the ground and partying all night.  I don’t plan on giving those things up (of course only on occasional basis).  As he parties the holiday weekend away I’ll be working.  He does have to work too so I expect to talk to him maybe even video chat when he is in town for work.  He’s going to spend tonight out there and go back out the next day for another night.  I hate to say it but I hope he can’t stop thinking of me while he watches all those other chicks party.