The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day - Sex Stories

The Legendary Mrs. Olsen's Next Day

... panties over her knees. Then, the world became brighter for Gayle as she found that Ron knew all about a clitoris. With just the right amount of licking and sucking, Gayle was brought to the edge of her climax, then leaped into the crevice. Four or five times he brought the woman out in her, and even after his tongue muscles wearied, he laid beside her and fingered her to subsequent crests, never forgetting to pay sufficient attention to her nipples. Sometime later, Gayle decided it was time to pay attention to her paramour. Of course she already knew the size and shape of his rod, a little larger than normal, a slight northern curve, a foreskin that had never been mutilated, but now was the time to let it know it was appreciated, and Gayle’s mouth proved pliable. For a good five minutes she licked, tippled and massaged. She was thrilled when she heard Ron’s groans, tasted the thick, clear nectar, was a bit surprised when Ron begged, "Enough! Or it’s going to be too late.” She figured that it would be time for the two sets of genitalia to meet each other, but Ron flabbergasted her when once again his head was between her legs, her short screams indicating his proficiency. And then - it seemed to Gayle a surprise because by that time she was a bit out of it - she was on her side and scissored, one of Ron’s legs at her front, the other stretched behind her. And her womb was being abruptly infiltrated, thrusts were matched, and the magic of copulation flowed. Gayle was no ...

... stranger to the multiple orgasm, but if a new record for her wasn’t set that night, it was certainly approached. Then, in the middle of a particularly colossal frenzy, she was pleased to feel Ron shudder, stop and start again, and groan lowly as he released inside her depths. It was the perfect fuck! They stretched beside each other, unable to speak, chests heaving until Gayle reached for her wine, sucked nearly the entire glass down in her need for liquid, and then the couple held each other. Strokes were given, as you might a cat you were particularly fond of, and Gayle’s head rested on Ron’s shoulder. Compliments on technique and satisfaction were exchanged and accepted, and then Ron remarked, "What took us so long?” "Well, you were married, I was engaged. That sort of put a damper on it back then." But the woman in Gayle couldn’t help display her curiosity, and so she asked, "And what would your wife say now, if she saw you here with me.” Ron ducked his head, his face contorted wryly. "Nothing. Karen and I sort of have an open marriage. So she’d probably congratulate me.” "Really! That must be a nice. How did that start?” "Ahh, it’s been that way since we met. You want to hear the story?” "Absolutely," Gayle agreed enthusiastically. She’d always wanted her relationship with her husband, Ben, to be more honest, more open, and maybe she could pick up some pointers. Ron poured another glass of the wine, began his Tale of the Ancient Womanizer. "When I moved back to Philly after my ...