A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... up, I continued.

"I would yank your underwear off, so I could finally see that beautiful specimen. Then I would cup your balls while my other palm slid up that huge shaft, measuring your length. Judging from the wet spot on your pants, I think there would be a good amount of pre-cum to spread on your cockhead, as I gripped you and stroked you. Feeling your lubed heat, I'd have to decide between stroking you 'til you come and watching you erupt, shooting your hot cum..."

"Oh yes, I wanna come on those gorgeous tits, Mrs. Stilson."

"Okay, then," I said smiling, knowing he was clearly excited. "Once you got this bathing suit off me, I would let you blow your wad on my tits. But then, I'd need to taste you and find out how much of you I can take in mouth. First, I would clean every drop of cum off your cock, licking every bit of you. Then I would suck you hard again, taking you as deep as I could." His face looked frozen with his mouth open breathing audibly. I could hardly believe I was saying this out loud.

"Once you were ready, I would jump up on you with my arms around your neck and thighs around your waist. I'd push that hot, stiff dick inside me slowly, as your hands gripped my ass and spread me open for you. Oh, Mark, I can almost feel you sliding into me," I sighed, with my eyes closed.

"I've never had anything that big inside me, but oh God, it feels good. I would cling to you, as you raised and lowered me faster and faster, and I would scream in ecstasy ...

... as your hot pole plunged into me deeper and harder each time. I would let you know I was coming and coming, as you pounded me.

"Once wouldn't be enough. I would beg for more and if you were exhausted you could rest my ass on the counter as you fucked me harder and faster, while I begged you to pound the fuck out of me, until we came together in a sweaty, steaming climax."

I sat there panting, staring at his full-on boner, then looked up and smiled casually. "If I were available," I paused. "Like Momma says. No law against looking or thinking. I gotta say, it felt good to get that out."

He smiled and shook his head. "That was just mean. Can't a guy at least get a reach around?"

I was on a demented little roll and blurted out a response before even thinking. "I had no idea you were into pegging, Mark. I could surely accommodate that, IF, I were available."

"Mrs. Stilson, you are naughty. Wow, Wayne surely did pick a winner. I wouldn't have imagined you even knowing what pegging is. Have you done it?"

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell."

It's difficult to explain the feeling of exhilaration I was experiencing, from this whole exchange. I loved the feeling of being called naughty, as I didn't think that had ever been a word used to describe me, at least since age five, or so.

Of course, I'd never pegged anyone, but a good friend of mine from high school, shared stories of fucking her husband with a strapless vibrator and raved that they both have had some of the ...