It's been over a week since Cynthia and I did our usual routine of fucking each other's brains out. Ever since I told her about us doing it until we were old and gray she has ignored me. No more buzzing of the doorbell. No phone calls or erotic pictures of any kind. Did she feel insulted when I said that? Did I hurt her feelings in any way? Cynthia had been silent since and never giving me a chance to explain. Maybe I said the wrong things. I should have kept my mouth shut. During the weekend I kept myself entertained watching the movie we made in the laundry room. The security guy w... Continue»
It started like any other day. Nice and cool and a bit sunny. Today was a holiday and a day off from school for me. I certainly earned it. I was lying in bed on my stomach and I didn't want to get up, especiallly when Cynthia kept half of me awake if you know what I mean. I spent the night at her place after another sextacular moment. The sex continued to be erotic and really hot by each moment gone by. Cynthia has taught me things I never imagined than my ex-wife did in the years we were married. A little sunlight shined on my face and when I opened my eyes I discovered I was being watched. It was Cynthia sitting on a stool wearing only a pajama top. She sat there with her legs crossed with a sketch pad and pencil. It turned out she was drawing me the whole time. "Good morning", I said. "Wait wait", said Cynthia, "I'm almost done." When she was done she showed me the drawing of me lying on my stomach with my ass sticking out. She had talent I'd give her that. "You Like?", she asked. "Nice", I said, "who is it?" "Very funny." "Well, you got my back. You want the front, too?" My question was answered when she showed me a drawing of a fully erected penis decorated with flowers. "Was I asl**p when you did that?", I asked. "No. This was most recent, you know when I saw it for the first time." Referring to that day when I first moved in and I received a rather warm reception. Since that day Cynthia had been admiring my cock like it was a toy. It was the one thing she enjoyed inside of her. We could be fucking for hours if I wasn't careful. "How can I forget?", I said, "We...made a lot of noise that day." "You got that right, tiger. Grrrrrr." Cynthia stepped down from the stool and got in bed lying right on top of me. Our lips locked and our tongues danced with one another. "Hmmmmmmm", she said, "lets make some noise now." "Now? It's so early." "It's never too early to fuck...and suck." Cynthia began exploring the rest of me with her tongue. She started with my cheek, to my neck, chest, and down below her intended target. Quickly she grabbed my cock and sucked on it hard. My eyes were closed tight and my fingers dug into the sheets as the sensation was so great and breath taking, which she always did. "My pussy wants you", she said, "my pussy is hungry right now. I want that hard cock. Big...hard...cock inside my pussy." Her dirty talk never gets tired. One little dirty word and that was it. Time to get down and dirty. After sucking my cock she removed her pajama top and tossed it aside. I grabbed her and it was my turn to get on top. It was my tongue's turn to do some exploring. "Hmmmmmmm, that's so nice", she said, feeling my tongue and lips on her neck. I grabbed a handful of her titties and sucked on them. Her nipples were hard and ripe for the picking. Cynthia giggled with delight as always. "Hmmmmmm, put it in", she said, "put it in. Put that hard cock in my pussy. You put it in right now." My cock was rock hard and she felt it. I didn't give in to her demands just yet. I felt it was my turn to tease her after the many times she'd done all the teasing. Instead of putting my cock in her I moved it side to side on her pussy. I went left and right, up and down but never going in deep. She laughed a bit leaving me thinking she was feeling ticklish. "You teasing me?", she said, "put it in me. Put it in my pussy." "No, not yet." "Not yet? You want me to beg? Huh? You want me to beg for that hard cock? I'm begging you and my pussy is begging you. Put it in. Please, put it in my juicy pussy." I put it in deep and Cynthia was feeling a bit breathless herself. "Oh, yes", she said, "oh, yeah. Oh, that feels good. Oh, that hard cock feels so good inside me. Ooooooooooh. Hmmmmmmmm. Oh, fuck me. Yes, fuck me good." It got hot and heavy after that. I kept her pinned down and back and forth I went fucking her as hard as I could. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and squeezing hard. The moaning grew louder and her dirty talk got more explicit by the minute. "Oh, shit. Oh, f-fuck me. I love that hard cock. I fucking love that hard cock. Fuck that pussy nice and tight. Fuck! Oh, fuck! Ooooooooooh. Hmmmmmmmmm. Oh, I love it. I fucking love it. I fucking love that dick. My fucking pussy loves that dick. Oh, it's so hard. Oh, it's so big. Hmmmmmmmmm. Fuck my pussy until it hurts. Oh, shit. Ooooooooooo. Fucking big." It could have gone on all morning long. I wasn't even sure how far I could go especially with her sexual energy. Cynthia looked into my eyes and smiled those pearly whites of hers which always meant that she was so far satisfied. It also meant she wanted more. "Put it in my ass", she said, "put that cock in my ass." I took my cock out of her pussy and straight into her ass. I was humping her good and she enjoyed it. I had a handful of her braids and I was now riding her like a race horse. "Oh, tear me a new asshole. Fucking tear that ass up." After I was done with her ass it was time for the other part she loved as well. I spread those legs apart and put my tongue into that juicy pussy of hers. I licked, I sucked, and kept going on and on until Cynthia was out of breath. I'd forgotten that my tongue was the other part of me she loved. "So good", she said, "ooooooh, that feels so good. Hmmmmmmmmm. My pussy loves to be eaten. Fucking eat that pussy. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Ooooooooooh. My pussy feels good. Hmmmmmmmmmm, that's so good. So fucking good. Oooooooooh. Aaaaaaaah. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Yeeeeeeeesssss. Heee. Heee. Oh, you're so good at that. Oh my God. You love eating my pussy. Oh, yeah. Oh, shit. Shit. I'm about to cum. I'm cumming. I'm cummimg. I'm...aaaaaaaaaah." She cummed all over me and the sheets but she didn't care and neither did I. We were enjoying ourselves even if the neighbors weren't. As always our little adventure ended with my cock back inside that pussy. I shoved it in before she even said she wanted more. "Aaaaaah, you're learning", she said, "fuck that pussy some more. Ooooooooh. Fuuuuuuuck. Fuck it hard. Fuck it harder. Oooooooooh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ooooooooh. Fuck it good." Then it was over and done with. We were both exhausted and wet. One thing I've learned was Cynthia never tires easily. Soon she'll be begging for a rematch and officially call it a day. We were both lying on our backs and staring at the ceiling catching our breaths. "Wow", I said, "that was good." "Hmmmmmmm, it was", she said, "I can't feel my legs." We both laughed at that one. Cynthia propped up on her right elbow and started carressing my chest with her left hand. Her left foot began carressing my left leg. Then a big wet one on my lips. All those with a bright smile on her face. She already had that look in her eye telling me she was hungry for more. "Hi", I said. "Hi", she said. She giggled and planted another wet one and her tongue was swimming inside my mouth. "Hmmmmmmmm, you taste so good. You taste even better after fucking." "So I've heard." I now propped up on my left elbow and began brushing her braids off her smooth shoulder. I began carressing her shoulder feeling that soft flesh of hers that was smooth as silk. I went down to her buttocks where she moaned a bit. "I have a nice ass don't I?", she asked. "Oh yeah", I said, "the best in the world." "Damn right." "I was wondering but, how long can we keep doing this?" "Getting tired of me already?" "No. It's just how long can we do this? Years? Are we going to do this until we're old and gray?" "Where is this coming from? I thought what we have is great." "It is. You know, what if we get tired of each other and decide to move on?" Cynthia didn't enjoy that. She got up from the bed and politely told me to leave. I tried to explain things but she wouldn't hear of it. To avoid any arguements I got dressed and quietly left her place. It looked like the game was over and I was the big loser. I really blew it. But, good things don't last forever. Maybe it was time to grow up and move on. Only time would tell.