Erica is a long-haired brunette with big brown eyes, 38DD tits and an ass in proportion to those big jugs. Her waist looks tiny in comparison and she draws a lot of looks from the men, and some women, it seems. She could date a lot more than she does, but then, there’s that scar tissue left over.
I took my tongue out of her mouth and slowly licked my way down to those boobs, licking and nibbling on her areolas and nipples. When she started to purr like a cat, I knew it was time to lick my way down to her pussy and get things rolling, which usually starts with my flattened tongue licking up against her opening a few times before I stick out my tongue, tighten it up and insert it as deep as I can get it into her. I felt her first orgasm wash over her in waves, and I let her ride it all the way out before she stopped writhing about a minute later. I then repeated the procedure twice more, each time getting a stronger orgasm in response. By the end of the third orgasm, she was holding on to my hair with both hands, pulling my face into her sex.
After that I moved beside her and started inserting fingers into one very wet, willing pussy. A minute later I had all but my thumb inside of her, rubbing her velvety smoothness in a circular motion. I waited until just as she started to cum again before clamping on her mouth with my mouth, trying to get my tongue into the back of her throat. She bucked wildly through that orgasm, and I stopped kissing her and gave her a little break for breathing room. I then started rubbing around and on her clitoris, eliciting two more orgasms and a small gutteral growl. I then moved back down between her legs with my face and licked her to another orgasm before sensing she was running out of steam. I scrambled to my knees and got between her thighs, sinking my incredibly hard dick between those pussy lips in one bold stroke. Ten minutes later I shot my load, but I stayed inside her semi-hard for another few minutes, supporting myself on my arms mostly, while we said unintelligible things to each other. It’s part of her process — I don’t understand it — but I know she loves it, so we do it. I then slowly removed myself from her, and we laid there awhile facing each other, smiling.
“Life is good,” I thought to myself as we drifted off.
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I don’t think I even looked seriously at another woman for two years after the divorce. None of the usual “what if” when I spotted a good-looking women. Nothing. It was like that part of me was dead. I did my job and went home to an empty apartment after we sold the house. At least I learned how to cook, so I didn’t have to grab some fast food or Pop Tarts every night. I even thought about buying a dog for companionship, but that would have required a commitment that I just wasn’t ready to make.
Then one Saturday after Bob and I had just finished a round of golf, we were sitting in the bar when a 20-something-year-old goddess walked by unattached.
“Jesus, I’d love to stick my dick into that,” I said almost under my breath to Bob.