The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative - Sex Stories

The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative

... Thurgood calmly rolled me over. He positioned himself between my legs and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. He flashed me a wicked grin as his face descended. Our eyes were transfixed and soon I could see little but them, his forehead, and gray hair. Softly his lips kissed me and his tongue explored. No one had ever done this to me. My husband was revolted by the mere thought. Thurgood pleasured me with wild abandon. He explored, nibbled and kissed me from throbbing clit all the way to my asshole. His tongue would alternate between my honey hole and my brown eye. All the while the feelings were welling up in me. I felt as though I would explode as physical pleasure and passionate sensations built to a mind-numbing climax. It was a ripple at first, down between my legs and yet it wasn’t restricted to there. No, my breast tingled my stomach knotted up. And my head, oh god even my head felt it. Like waves of heat escaping the top of my head from some drug in my system. A deep rush of pleasure surged through my whole body. I think I must have bucked and thrust into him. I know my body convulsed and shuddered from one orgasm to another. As my body shook twitching oddly from the events, my mind and emotions reeled. Never had I experienced such pleasure. The physical enjoyment bordered on a religious experience. I felt so defenseless and vulnerable I was unsure what to say or do. Thurgood began to kiss his way up my body over my hairy pubic mound, up my tummy. When at last he ...

... reached my breast he lovingly caressed my tits and my nipples feeding on them like a baby. It drove me almost insane as new waves of pleasure ran through my body. I touched him for the first time. I petted his head as he feasted on my fat tits. My memory here is a little shaky. Not, however, from the years that have passed. No, it was simply the events that followed seemed to happen in brilliant explosions of passion. Touching, feeling, kissing as we both explored each others bodies. I had only touched one other man’s penis in my life, my husbands. As I perceive, it is a medium length very thick shaft. He is circumcised and his prick head is the smallest part of his cock. It fattens up immensely at the base. When my husband and I make love, he enters me slowly so I have time to adjust before he puts it all into me. Thurgood’s cock is longer and not quite as big around, but it is uncut. I remember moving the foreskin from the big head, exposing it for me to at last see. I tentatively tasted it. Now, if I am honest here, I had never done this before. Yes, my husband and I had been married for years. Still, I had never given him head any more than he had gone down on me. To be fair to my husband I had resisted doing or allowing either. Here I was in bed with my boss licking and tracing around his cock head. All those latent inhibitions of oral sex melted away. I traced my tongue under the rim of his cock helmet, kissing the fat head, and slowly I worked his big shaft in my willing ...