GLENDA - Sex Stories

GLENDA

... hand - still wrapped around my personal property - between our bodies. We lay there, pressing and thrusting against each other in ecstasy. I have no idea how long we came against each other, but it was one of the most intense and sensual experiences in my life. When we finally began to recover enough to move, she just opened her beautiful eyes, and looked into mine for a while before rolling off me. She was so light that her body, laid on mine felt like a feather, not a burden. Our bodies were covered with the sticky juices of love. She smiled languidly at me. "Ooohh. That was really nice." She said softly. "Thank you very much. I needed that a lot." After a pause, she added, "Let's go clean up some. We're a sticky mess." And she took me by the hand, and led me to the bathroom. We took a while washing and sponging each other clean. "Glenda, I won't lie to you. That was really nice, and I enjoyed it very much, ("I could tell." she giggled.) but good gosh, girl, this is NOT a habit we want to get in to." "I know. But just this once won't hurt, will it? And now it'll be okay if I sl**p with you again." She smiled at me. How on earth could I deny her? We went back to bed, and cuddled up together again. Her naked body felt so good pressed against mine. I began to have a feeling that I was in for a whole lot more of Glenda in my life than I had ever planned on. Sure enough, when I awoke the next morning, I had the usual morning erection. Trouble was, I also had Glenda pressed ...

... against it. I was curled up on my right side, and she was inside the circle of my arms, nested against me like the cutest little spoon in the world. My erection was captured between her legs, and was perilously close to being in the happiest place on earth. (And I DON'T mean Disneyland!) When I tried to pull away, she protested, opened her legs more, kind of hooking the top one over my body and pulling me in. She thrust back against me so hard that I thought I felt myself begin to penetrate into her little body. "Oh, god, Glenda. I want to so much, but you know we shouldn't. It isn't right." I groaned. But I didn't move away again. "We can't. I'm too old for you and you know it. Even if I have been in love with you for years, it doesn't matter. It would still be wrong, and a betrayal of your mother's trust. Not to mention yours." I didn't know, but those unguarded words, "I've loved you for years. . . " were so exciting to her that she suddenly no longer cared. She no longer cared what her mom, the world or even I thought. She just wanted to enjoy me, and to feel me enjoy her. Trust and betrayal was right out the window, and she only wanted what she needed right then. "I know. But I don't care what's right, and I don't care what's wrong, I just know that you are what I need right now. I want you." She turned her face to mine and kissed me. "Besides, I've always wanted you, too. Where do you think I got the habit of picking steadily older men? I've always wanted you. It was you I ...