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Ich bin eine devote SISSY & trage leidenschaftlich gerne & oft Strings/Tangas, halterlose Nylons, Miniröcke/Kleidchen, Pumps/Ballerinas; immer rasierte Beine & hübsch lackierte Zehen..
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The phone rang and I knew by that ringtone that Bernie had called back so that he could try to get us all worked up and have phone sex again.
“Hi Poonie. Did you sleep well after our call last night?” he started. “I did after I took care of myself thinking about you.”
“Yes, I slept great.” I replied as my husband Lee walked in to listen. He had a big smile on his face. He too knew that song from my phone was going to get pretty interesting.
Then Bernie said “You guys want to meet for a drink tomorrow about noon?”
My eyes opened really wide and my lips smiled all the way to my ears as I looked at my husband. He also had a grin and was quickly nodded his head in short little motions YES
“Sure, where were you thinking?” I replied
“Let’s do something down your way.” Bernie said
“How far south are you willing to go?” I asked
“Oh Poon, you know how for south I will go.”
Oh my god! This is going to be so exhilarating was all I could think. I couldn’t even focus on what else he was saying.
“How about Red Robin in Des Moines?” I offered up
“That works. I can show you my onion ring trick. And make sure you dress like you were still 14.” Bernie instructed as he hung up.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked Lee. “I am if you are.” He responded
I thought for a minute. What harm could having a drink in a local family friendly restaurant/bar be. There would be lots of other people around.
It was going to be a long night. The next morning, I woke up and thought about what was ahead for us.
I showered and as I was in the shower, I had flashbacks to when I would actually pleasure myself in the bathtub as a young teenager with water running on my pussy from the faucet. I took the shower head down and rotated the position to pulsate and placed it between my legs as I spread then to give plenty of room. The hot steamy water was doing the trick. I could feel my pussy start to get excited and very quickly I was cumming in the shower.
I got out of the shower and I dried off. I applied a thin coating of baby oil to my legs and backside to make them glisten. I then stood in front of the mirror and thought about my hair. It was very long, very thick and auburn in color. I decided that I would straighten it and curl the front. High bangs in the front with lots of Aqua Net, just like back in the 80s. Next up, makeup. Definitely dark eyes with lots of mascara and deep dark red lipstick. I wanted to run my tongue over the shiny lips, licking each lip, left to right and then right to left.
I walked to the bedroom and looked at the clothes I had pulled out to wear. I decided on the short dress cut really low in the front to show off my ample cleavage, 44DDD. With the blue push up bra, they for sure would be on full display for anyone to see who walked by. I had blue thong panties to go with the bra. The thigh highs I chose were beige and had a lacey top. The distance between the bottom of the dress and the top of the stockings was maybe 2 inches maybe when I was standing up. I then decided on black high heels to accompany the outfit.
Since I had now picked out my outfit, before I got dressed, I went to our headboard and grabbed the bottle of clit arousal gel and applies 2 pumps to my pussy. My pussy was already damp thinking about the good time to come, and this just added to the sensitivity.
After I was dressed, I got out some dangly earrings, a dozen bangle bracelets, 1 ring on each finger and sprays on a couple spritzes of Liz Claiborne perfume.
I informed Lee that I was ready to go. Since it was a nice day, we walked out to the mustang and were on our way.
We arrived at the bar and chose a table. We were about 30 minutes early. We wanted to make sure we were there first and set up the scene. The table was in the corner and a little secluded. I ordered a Mai Tai to drink to help calm my nerves.
I nursed the drink and kept watching the entryway. There was a lot of small talk between Lee and myself. He was just as anxious as I was. I almost missed when Bernie walked in the door and looked around for us. He scanned the tables and I caught his eye as he smiled and headed towards us. And just as I knew would happen when I saw him, I turned to Lee and stared into his eyes which instantly increased my intense yearning causing me to cum sitting right there.
I squirmed and wiggled on the dark leather bench seat as I was eye fucked by my husband and at the same time, the same by my old boyfriend. It was so electric, I was buzzing.
Lees smile stayed as he squeezed my hand tight then let go so I could do my best to stand up and welcome our guest to the table. I was able to stand and step out to greet him with a big hug and just for the fun of it, a quick little kiss on the lips. MMMMM
He was so tall and big, more so than I remembered. I had to look down to make sure I was standing up straight.
To be continued...
Continued from pt 1...
No words had been spoken in the last few seconds but it felt like an eternity “Slide on over that seat like you used to do in my truck without any panties on.” Bernie instructed. I sat down and slid over to the corner, across the table from Lee, then Bernie slid in beside me.
“I am surprised you showed up this time, unlike the last time when you stood me up, leaving me all blue balled.” Bernie said.
We had made a date several years after the last time we saw each other, but I chickened out and hadn’t spoken to him since, almost 37 years ago.
Again, I held Lees hand, he was my rock and was keeping me sane and level headed.
We chatted for a while, catching up on each other’s lives. Then I excused myself to go use the restroom. After all, it was part of the plan Lee and I had come up with.
I went to the stall and pulled off my blue striped thong (the same color and pattern I wore last time I saw him, according to Bernie anyways) and put another pair of the same on. The ones I took off were to be present for Bernie, and Lee was going to be the recipient of the next pair that I was going to wear the rest of the night. The ones I took off were very wet and creamy.
I returned to the table with the panties wadded up in my hand. Bernie stood up as I came back and as I slid back to my spot. I slyly placed my hand onto his and pressed the gift to him. He saw what I had given him and put his hand up to his nose, close his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Oh, just as I Remembered.” He quickly said in his exhaled breath.
“I think it has improved with age and use.” Lee bragged.
“I remember it well and how sweet it tasted and creamy I could get you back then. Hot Poon, Hot.” Bernie made his statement of conquest.
I just sat there listening to them trying to outdo each other. It was such an enlightening time. Two men who both wanted me. One who could do whatever we wanted when he wanted and one who wanted the opportunity to go all the way with me after all this time. We never had full penetration in the past. Basically, everything but being fully inside of me. And I had always wondered what it would have felt like with him.
It was then that I felt a hand on my right thigh, up high under the hem of my dress and on top of my lacy stocking top. He was squeezing and caressing, moving ever so slowly up to my hip area.
I squeezed Lees hand hard for support. He could see what was happening. I expected him to be jealous, but the look of excitement on his face let me know that we could keep going forward.
Bernie bent over and whispered in my ear “Poon, you are making me hard!” he still had the panties in his other hand and he was rubbing them with his thumb and forefinger slowly as he still was caressing my leg.
The tension and lust at this table was quickly escalating. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I again stared into Lees eyes, and he had such power over my thought, he knew what I wanted. He turned his baseball hat backwards, which is sexier than hell, and leaned his head down onto his hand bent at the elbow on the table. He gave me the look he does when I am high charged and stared into my eyes intensely. Within a few seconds I could feel the buildup as I was on the edge of cumming right there between the two of them. Just as I was about to cum, Bernie’s hand slid inward on my thigh and his pinky slid under the little piece of fabric that covered my pulsating pussy. At that moment, I held my breath as I was about the scream out loud as I came because I had two very sexy, very hot and very horny men touching me at the same time. Again, I rocked my hips side to side, back and forth. Whatever it took to get that pinky to touch the wetness that was oozing out of me.
Bernie then pulled his hand back and put it up to his mouth, licking my pussy juice off of his hand, running his tongue around the tip of his finger. He had quite a satisfied smile, actually we all had big smiles.
He squeezed my hand, then he looked at Lee and said “Let’s take this somewhere else.”
Lee and I again looked at each other for approval and he replied “We have a room just a few minutes from here up the road, at the Sheraton on the highway.”
“I’ll meet you guys there.” Bernie stated as he got up to leave.
Lee and I quickly paid the tab and left the restaurant for the car.
“This could be the most erotic thing we have ever done.” he said.
“And fun.” I replied.
“Ok, I’m ready!” that was our way of saying that we were actually going to have a true fantasy come true. Most people only dream of this, but this lucky girl is about to experience having two men at once.
Euphoric!
Continued from pt 1...
That phone call when Lee and I were making out on the couch. Answer it he said. I did and was talking to Bernie on speaker as Lee and I were getting into removing our clothes. I straddled him as I had done to Bernie way back when. However, now my husband and I were able to go all the way.
Bernie must have heard my voice change, as he asked if we were going at it. For a second, I hesitated. I looked at Lees eyes, and I could see that little sparkle in his eye “Go for it!”
“Yes, he is doing me right now” I said.
“Really? That’s hot!” Bernie said. “What is he doing to you?”
“He is putting his cock in my while I am straddling him:
“Does it feel good?”
“OH YES!” I managed to get out.
“You know Lee, I never got to go all the way in her. I only put the tip in about an inch. I had control and never broke her.”
WOW! Bernie really seemed to be getting into this. And so were we. We had never done anything like this before. Sure, we have watched naughty movies, some flashing and naked pictures in public. But nothing at all like involving another person
“Did you like it when I licked your little pussy Poon?” Bernie asked. His voice was sounding a little breathless now. Was he really getting into this or just playing along. I didn’t care, Lee didn’t care. This was all so fucking hot.
“Pound her pussy like I never got to do.” Bernie directed to Lee. “Make her cum for me. She used to cum all over my face when I ate her little tight pussy. Her legs quivered. She was afraid of my big hard cock, it scared her, but she loved what I did to her”
“Oh, I did” I gasped. “I wish you fucked me with that huge cock of yours.”
“Oh baby, I wished I did. I want to right now. I want to shove my fat cock in your tight pussy and stretch you way out. Fuck her for me Lee.” Bernie said “Poon, think of me when your husband is buried balls deep in your pussy. I want to eat your pussy and all that creamy cum.” Then he made a slurping sound.
I was really starting to moan now. This was so great. I could actually picture Bernie finally taking me for his own.
“What’s he doing to you now Poon?” Bernie inquired. We had changed positions since we had just moved to the floor.
“He is fucking me from behind.” I struggled to say as I was breathless. This is such a great feeling. Having almost a 3 way, but on the phone. I could almost feel both of them inside me as Bernie was saying he wanted to be fucking me along side Lee. I was in heaven. The only thing I think I regretted, not having ever felt Bernie all the way inside me, was happening now in my head. I pictured him as Lee was pounding me doggy.
I moved the phone down closer to my hips, between my legs so Bernie could listen to how wet I was.
“Oh, that’s it Poon. Let me fuck you, deep inside you. Can you feel it?” Bernie asked.
“Oh yes.” I managed to say I was having trouble breathing as my orgasm was so intense. I squirted all over the towel we had placed on the floor underneath us.
“Are you cuming?” Bernie asked
“I am”
“Good job Lee. Make my girl cum for me. She really wants it.”
“He is. I am so wet.” I said.
“Send me a picture of your wet pussy Poon.”
I handed my phone to Lee. “Take the picture.” I panted.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
CLICK CLICK CLICK 3 pictures of my splayed open pussy that was not only filled with cum by Lee. But also the invisible cum by Bernie along with my own juices. My pussy was glistening wet and very gooey. It was running down my pussy toward my butt crack. This was one of the best things I had ever felt. I wanted to do it again. I couldn’t wait for Lee and I to go down to our bedroom and make mad passionate horny love again as we ended the phone call. I was a horny bitch.
I knew this was a one-time thing and bask in all the glory and the satisfaction of such a fulfilling experience. Never would I have thought this could happen again. My flash backs to the 40 plus years ago was so distant and foggy. But this was mind blowing to Lee and I. We fell ***** that night having one of our top 10 sex times in 36 years.
I woke up the next morning really surprised at what we had done. I relished in it while I was getting up for the day. I didn’t want to forget how great it felt. I went to the kitchen to pick up my phone and I had a message from Bernie. “Thanks for the fun time.”
Wow, I got that tingly feeling in my pussy again. It actually made me wet I got several regular conversation texts from Bernie throughout the day.
Then right after lunchtime my phone rang with that specially assigned ring tone and all bets were off as I answered the phone and heard “Hey Poon, you and Lee ready to go for round 2?”
The summer was warm and I had set up a small pool in the backyard, just big enough to float and drink in. A tasty cold alcoholic beverage on a hot sunny day, a perfect mix.
On one particular day after my husband and I consumed a 12 pack of coolers between the two of us our topic of conversation was old flames. My husband had several stories to tell. When it was my turn, I mentioned my first love. I was just starting high ***** at the time and the guy I was seeing was seven years older.
My husband said he could see the sadness on my face telling him the story. How it was a taboo love-due the age difference. When I got caught by my parents after he picked me up at the high ***** bus stop and we had spent our last time together at his sister’s apartment. He brought me home and my parents were waiting for me. It was immediately the end of our relationship. I was never to talk to or see him again. And I didn’t. It was now 41 years later. He always had and always will have a special place in my heart. I used to think about him from time to time. His name was Bernie. But as the years passed, it only came back to me on a rare occasion, every few years. But after my husband and my talk in the pool, I thought about Bernie a lot. What could have been. My husband decided we would do some research and try to find him. That was August.
After trying to contact Bernie by email, address and phone calls, we were at a dead end. We were at a dead end as far as his whereabouts.
Lee one day said that I should try one of the email addresses that looked promising one last time and then if no reply, we would give up on our search. Had he moved away, died or changed his name. we were sure we would never find out.
Then the very next day after that last sent email, I got a reply. Thursday afternoon it was. I was nervously anxious to answer his reply. My email sent was very short. Looking to find Bernie Griffin. We knew each other years ago. Hoping to catch up.
The replay that he sent simply said “what color is your hair?” Right then and there I knew it was him. I got a tingle thinking OH MY GOD, it is him. The reason he asked the hair color question was because I had red hair. If I were a blonde or brunette, chances are that question wouldn’t have been asked. My reply was one word “Red”. Instantly he replied back “What was your nickname?” I could not believe it; he actually remembered me after all these years. We weren’t together very long, only about 2 to 3 short months if that. He was very caring and we never went all the way due to the age difference. My nickname given to me by the neighbor guys who lived next door at that time was “Poon” as in the Ted Nugent song (Wang Dang Sweet Poontang). My reply to that was “It’s a Ted Nugent Song”. The next reply was “Call Me”. At this time my husband had finally gotten home from work. And we were both excited that finally, maybe, I could say a goodbye. I emailed back that I would call him later in the evening. I was a little scared to call. It had been a lifetime ago.
So, after dinner that night, I called the number Bernie gave me. It went straight to a call screen on his phone. I stated my name and a few seconds later he was on the phone and said “Poon, is that you?” Yep, that was the voice that I remember and was instantly taken back to being with him.
I had my phone on speaker so my husband could hear all that was going on. I told Bernie we had no secrets and Lee could hear everything. Don’t worry about saying anything he wanted to say on the call. I reassured him I had no intentions with him other than to see how his life turned out and to get closure on my end. We talked for almost 2 hours-reminiscing about everything and updating each other on what had happened to us since. Bernie held nothing back. Funny thing, he did remember almost everything, even some of the details and what we did that I had forgotten about. We ended the call and really didn’t expect anything else to happen. It really was nice to hear from him.
However, later that evening I got an email from him and a text message as well. Many actually over the next week or so. I was having a great time catching up and flirting with him. Lee was all in on this. He would do whatever I wanted and made sure I was happy, and I was.
That initial phone call was on a Thursday evening. I told Bernie not to call Tuesday early evening, as we had plans. After the end of that time, I told him, he called. I kept getting surprised and excited each time my phone rang or notification of incoming text messages. So, I changed my ringtones so we knew for sure when Bernie called or texted. That made those songs more titillating.
To be contionued...
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When we returned we found we had to stop about fifteen feet short of our towels as a small crowd had formed to watch the couple just up the beach who were engaged in enthusiastic cock-sucking. While we stood waiting, our path blocked by the wanking watchers, Mrs G drew my attention to two couples side by side about ten feet to our right who were doing synchronised screwing. Surely this will be in the next Olympics. Women on their backs, legs in the air, men fucking, vigorously, stroke for stroke and rather showboating, in my opinion. I hope the women had put suntan lotion on the soles of their feet. It’s a part of the body that gets overlooked, unless you know you’re going to spend most of the afternoon with your legs in the air.
I found them a bit showy and boring. So I looked away to my left.
That’s when I saw her again, the slim, pale-skinned, perfectly respectable, English woman. She was just two feet away from me on my left, laying on her back on her towel, legs slightly spread, head back, eyes closed, her husband laying next to her on his side. With a gentle, persistent and rhythmic action, using the middle finger of his right hand, he was describing a circular motion on and around her clitoris.
Why hadn’t I seen them before? Well, unlike the fucking foursome to our right, they were being completely undemonstrative. At the pool I had only been able to risk a quick, passing glance and her legs were closed but here her thighs were parted and she was aroused and I had all the time in the world to study her vulva in some detail. I had misjudged the beauty of her inner labia. They were fleshy and complex and ornate and voluptuous and most definitely protruded proudly some way from her outer lips as they moved under the gentle manipulation of his fingers. I diverted Mrs G’s attention from the demonstration foursome. The movement of the pale-skinned woman’s stomach muscles showed that she was starting to breath heavily though, as yet, she wasn’t making any noise. Then her right leg started to twitch and jump involuntarily. Her man skilfully, patiently, gradually and tenderly built up the tension but never increased the speed or changed the rhythm of his digital gyrations, manipulating her fleshy labia for five minutes or more while F and I stood beside them and gazed down on her sexy and increasingly highly fuckable body. Bit by bit her breathing became heavier and deeper while her right leg jumped and twitched more frequently and violently. She began emitting quiet moans with each breath. I said to Mrs G that I though she was going to come. Sure enough her gasps became much more audible and her slim, sexy body suddenly gave five or six large, uncontrollable spasms, matched by corresponding loud, climactic gasps of pleasure as she arched her back and reached her orgasm, then collapsed back onto the sand. For the first time she opened her eyes, looked at her partner and giggled as he smiled down at her.
Sadly and rather disappointingly, they did not go on to fuck right there beside us but I’m in no doubt that they must have done when he got her back to their hotel room and on many other occasions during their holiday.
The slim, pale-skinned, perfectly respectable, English woman had settled down on one of the sun-loungers around the hotel pool next to her husband, that’s on the assumption that he was her husband.
She was mid-thirties with dark brown hair framing her very pretty face, about 5’6” and although slim she was shapely with a wonderfully rounded backside and bigger breasts than would be expected, not large by any means but well proportioned on her otherwise slim frame. Unlike most of the other women at the hotel she wasn’t fully shaved. Rather, her pubic hair was well trimmed at the front and disappeared neatly between her legs either side of her outer lips. She wore no make up.
He must have been a good fifteen years older. Grey hair receding and grey beard encroaching. Over six foot and in pretty good shape.
I decided I’d risk a closer glance as I walked past her to go to my room and the sight was glorious. Her pink, almost rose pink, inner labia were clearly on display, peeping out from between her modest outer labia. It was the contrast that really made the sight so magnificent - pale skin, dark pubic hair and pink lips. Pink inner lips forming a pair of slim, straight, neat parallel lines inside her black-haired fringe.
I only caught an occasional glimpse of her until we went to the beach three days later, around five o’clock when the sexual action usually started.
It was pretty busy but we spotted a gap to lay out our beach-towels about half way between the sea and the dunes. We’d only been there about ten minutes when the couple next to us, about five feet away, started up. The woman had been casually wanking the man for a few minutes but it didn’t look like it would come to much. There’s always some low-level masturbation and oral sex going on. However, this women had other ideas. Having got her man fully erect, she moved down to kneel down between his legs, facing away from him and bending forward. He was on his back and with his hand he pushed his very stiff cock down away from his belly. She then simply backed right onto it. It went in easily and fully. I was a little surprised how fully as, quite honestly, they were both a bit overweight, him more so than her. He had a bit of a belly and not a particularly big prick, while she had quite full buttocks - full but nicely rounded and seemingly firm. Plus it was quite an unlikely position, as she wasn’t on top of him but kneeling between his open legs. Anyway, despite her less than athletic build, she really started going for it in an energetic manner and was soon breathing quite noisily as she slid back and forth on his penis. It was still hot and sunny and she was working up a real sweat with her relentless motion which she kept up without pause for a good five or ten minutes before she clearly reached her orgasm and collapsed forwards. He stiff cock slipped out of her cunt and sprang up and back, slapping against his fat belly with an audible smack.
He wasn’t finished though. He manoeuvred his woman onto his towel, face down, bum raised and slid straight into her from behind, using his arms to take his weight of her back, thus allowing her to move her backside up and down to match his powerful and urgent thrusts. Initially she was letting out a moan on every other thrust but as he gradually increased the pace her gasps started to come on every thrust. She was taking a really energetic pounding which was wonderful to watch. Then he obviously ejaculated inside her and rolled off her. It would have been great to have been in a position to see his semen oozing out of her vagina but we couldn’t complain about our ringside seats.
They both got up and wandered down into the sea, possibly to wash her spunky pussy and his glistening dick. We’d also got a bit hot and followed them down for a waist high paddle in the warm Med for a good quarter of an hour.
To Be Continued in Part 2
This blog was originally posted on my old ID here, so I have decided to repost it some 10 years after I wrote it.
I started wanking when I was about 13 or so, and I still clearly remember my "wankie blankie", and the guilt I felt everytime I played.
When I was 16, I was spending the weekend at my best mates house as I had done for many years, and this night, we started talking about wanking. We were in single beds in his room, and the suggestion was made for us to wank off. I remember walking over to his bed and watching as he pulled back the blanket to show me his fat cock.
I had seen his cock many times before, but now I was looking at in a longing manner, 6 inches of cut thick delicious cock. I grabbed his cock and he moaned as I began to stroke it, and after a few strokes, I layed on top of him and we rather clumsily move our cocks up and down our naked bodies, only taking a few seconds for each of us to blow.
Embarrased I climbed off him and apoligised, not knowing that this was the start of a on-going sexual encounter that lasted for 2 years and as we got more experinced, it lead to fucking, cock sucking, fingering, all the pleasures that I now enjoy as a 60 years old man.
This mate is stil my best mate, and we both are bi, still catching up for a play, and his cock is still a thick beautiful piece of manhood , but now I also enjoy the taste of his sweet juice in my mouth as I always blow him when ever we have sex.
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