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JIM AND CINDY
PART 1
It had been about a year since my wife passed away. A rough year.
Being a single parent is no picnic, but we managed. I have a 15 year
old
daughter and a son who is 13 and they have been very helpful. One
thing they
haven't been able to help me with is meeting my sexual needs. When
you've
been married for 17 years like I was, you come to take some things for
granted. Like the availability of a willing and able partner to share
the joy
of making love. Like I said, it had been a rough year. Until last
week when
things got better ... and worse.
I had stayed home from work to do some things around the house
that needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort of a "mental health"
day
rather than a vacation or legal holiday. The kids were in school, so I
had
the house to myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the front
doorbell
ringing. Putting down my coffee cup, I went to answer it.
"Hi Jim. Can I come in?"
It was Cindy, who had been my wife's best friend. I couldn't
imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit, but I also couldn't
think of a
good reason not to let her in.
"Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?"
"That'd be great, thanks."
I got her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room and sat
down. I sat on the couch, she sat in my easy chair. It was a warm,
late
Spring day and she had on a pair of shorts and a halter top which did
little
to conceal the tight curves of her cute little body. Cindy is 40, but
you'd
never know it. She has the body of a 20 year old and she knows how to
show it
off. It used to bug Lana (my wife) sometimes when she'd come over in
one of
her special outfits, but Lana didn't have anything to worry about in
the looks
department herself, so it was never a real problem. Cindy has dark
brown hair
and brown eyes, stands about 5-5 and weighs about 115 lbs. Like I
said, she
has tight curves.
She seemed nervous as she opened the conversation.
"I suppose you're wondering why I came over this morning."
"Well, yes, I guess you could say that."
"I need your help with a problem."
"Oh?" I was thinking to myself that she should be having this
conversation with her husband Bob, but she anticipated that.
"Bob can't help me with this problem. In fact, he's the problem,
or at least part of it."
"Sounds to me like you need a marriage counsellor."
"Bob would never go. And besides, we can't afford it right now."
"So, how do you think I can help?"
"Well, " she paused, seemingly to work herself up to the point of
making some startling statement, "I want you to help Bob perform better
sexually."
The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees. It
was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the window across the room seemed
very
loud. I looked at Cindy, but she was looking at her hands which were
folded
at her knees.
"In what way?"
"Bob doesn't believe a man should perform oral sex on a woman,
though he doesn't mind asking me to perform it on him."
"You're kidding." I'd heard of guys like that, but I never would
have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob and I had always gotten
along
well, though I wouldn't say that our relationship had been as close as
Cindy
and Lana's had been.
To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was feeling a
little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob wouldn't give her head. I
supposed that she just wanted me to talk to him about it, try to
convince him
of the error of his ways.
I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly as Cindy
moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely legs up under her and
twisted
to face me.
"Does he satisfy you in other ways?"
"Sort of. He does o.k. in the stamina department and I have
orgasms most of the time. But it's very frustrating to hear about
other women
whose husbands and boyfriends give head when mine won't. We argue
about it
more and more now. We haven't had sex for about a month."
"Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer friends."
"Jim, Lana was my best friend. We shared everything with each
other. She knew about Bob's reluctance and she wanted to tell you
about it,
but I wouldn't let her. She also told me what a wonderful lover you
were and
how she had multiple climaxes every time you two got it on. She
especially
used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when you gave her head. Did
you
really do it for an hour at a time ... until she begged you to stop
because
she couldn't stand any more?"
"I didn't put a stopwatch to it Cindy," I chuckled, a little
embarrassed at Cindy's knowledge of what I had thought to be private
matters,
"but I know she liked that, and I used to really enjoy giving her
pleasure in
that way. Damn, I miss that woman."
I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the great times
Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both liked to fuck and we did
it as
often as possible. I knew of some marriages where after the kids came
along,
the wife would lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In fact, the day she
was
killed, she was on her way home to meet me for a little "afternoon
delight."
Unfortunately, a drunk driver put an end to my beautiful wife and our
wonderful marriage. Still, whenever I thought of Lana and the good
times we
had, my prick would spring to life and I would get a powerful urge to
go and
jack off just to relieve the pressure. Usually, I resisted.
I was startled from my reverie when Cindy moved to me and put her
arms around my neck, pulling my head to her chest.
"I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?"
I looked up into those huge eyes of hers and whispered yes. I
still can't explain or excuse what happened next, but suddenly our lips
met,
my arms went around her, and we were kissing. Not the way friends iss,
but
like lovers. Soon our tongues got into the act and we each began a
slow,
passionate exploration of the other's mouth.
Almost on cue, we both broke the kiss.
"I need you to do more than talk to Bob," Cindy whispered
breathlessly. "I'm as hot blooded as Lana was, Jim. A month without
any sex
has me just about headed for the loony bin. Please Jim, go down on
me."
By this time, my cock was about ready to rip through the fabric of
the shorts I was wearing and my balls had taken over my brain. Not
having had
sex for a year, I nearly ripped her clothes off right there and fucked
her
brains out. I did have the self-discipline remaining to escort her to
my
bedroom, however, and we were soon naked on my large, lonely, king size
waterbed, where we resumed kissing and each began a gentle anatomy
survey.
"What a cock you have, Jim. It's even bigger than Bob's."
"I thought it was my tongue you were after, not my cock."
"I'm hoping to get some of each."
"All in good time, Cindy, all in good time. First, let's have a
look at you," I smiled as I pulled away from her to examine her nude
form.
She smiled back and seemed to enjoy my visual inspection as she moved
this way
and that to show her body to its best advantage. I just loved the way
her
tits rode high on her chest, refusing to flatten out even though she
was
laying on her back. Her nipples were large and hard, sticking straight
up
from the base of her comparatively small and very dark areolas. Her
narrow
waist and flat tummy lead down to a set of perfectly shaped hips and
long,
handsomely formed legs. I did see one small problem however. "I think
that I
can see one reason why Bob is a little reluctant to go down on you," I
said
pointing to the thick, heavy thatch of pubic hair at the junction of
Cindy's
thighs, "One of the secrets of good oral sex, in my humble opinion, is
a trim
pubic patch, or better yet, no pubic patch at all. Don't go away, I'll
be
right back."
I quickly dashed into the master bath and returned with my
barbering tools, remembering activities which had become almost a
ritual for
Lana and me.
"Didn't Lana tell you that I used to keep her nice and neat down
there?" I asked as I arranged everything to my satisfaction.
"Yes she did, but I never really believed her. Are you planning
to shave off all of my pussy hair?"
"No. Just the hair that gets in the way of good oral sex.
Actually, it's not that much more than many women do in order to wear
those
string bikinis."
She was very cooperative as I arranged a towel under her ass and
used a scissors to clip away her thick, dark bush until only a short
stubble
remained on the area I intended to shave. The other area, at the very
top of
her pubic mound, I trimmed only slightly for the sake of neatness.
Then,
after using a warm, wet washcloth to moisten the area to be shaved, I
applied
a thick coating of a special shaving jell for sensitive skin and went
to work
with my razor. When I was finished, she had a tiny patch of pubic hair
left
on the top of her mound, but the rest was as bare and smooth as a
baby's butt.
I placed a mirror in front of her pussy and let her have a look at my
handiwork. I also got rid of the towel and my tools while she
conducted her
inspection.
"Wow," she exclaimed, "This is the first time I've ever really
taken a look at myself down there." She worked the folds of her pussy
open
with her fingers to examine herself more closely. Her inner lips were
swollen
with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips. I began to
massage
the area with a special, soothing, oil. Cindy laid back on the bed and
moved
her hands out of my way, giving me complete access. Finishing the
massage
with some gentle strokes to both sets of pussy lips, I removed the
towel and
shaving paraphanalia and got ready for the job at hand, or should I say
mouth.
I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her knees back
a little, and placed myself between them. She had a beautiful cunt,
and she
was hot for a good fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a light kiss
right at
the top of her pubic mound, then, moving down, I bypassed the seat of
her
pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick the insides of her thighs,
switching from one side to the other, bathing my senses in the silken
feel of
her skin, the taste of her light perfume, the odor of sexual excitement
pouring from her frothy cunt.
Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her bottom off the
bed and began to kiss those firm globes, occasionally nipping them
lightly
with my teeth. She was trembling with excitement and, I believe, a
little
frustration. She wanted my mouth on her box. I wanted her to wait for
it so
as to enjoy it more later and so I continued to tease her.
"C'mon, Jim," she moaned, "don't tease me like that."
"Like what?"
"You know what I want ... please."
"Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you say it."
She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating slightly as
she sought to press her pussy into my face. She did not want to say
the
words, but I was determined to make her say them. I continued to kiss
and nip
the area all around her now superheated sex flesh with out contacting
it
directly.
"Lick me," she moaned. I licked the inside of her thigh.
"Nooooo ... lick my .... lick ... lick my ..."
"Lick your what Cindy?"
"Lick my ... pussy," she gasped.
I immediately moved my mouth over her gash, which was now leaking
a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant which crawled slowly down
her ass
crack from the base of her pussy, leaving a shiny trail across her
tightly
puckered back door. The strong, musky flavor of her sex was like a
narcotic
for me, and one which I had gone too long without. I began to slowly,
but
very firmly, massage her major labia with my tongue, working first one
side
and then the other. Cindy liked this very much, which she indicated by
pushing her hips up off the bed to increase the pressure. I continued
the
tongue massage for a few minutes and then switched tactics, taking as
much of
one of her thick outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then
sucking
on it. The thick flesh, so recently devoid of pubic hair, was newly
responsive, and taking it between my lips also caused me to come into
contact
with the super sensitive inner surface of her major labial folds with
my lips
and tongue which I worked vigorously back and forth as I sucked.
Cindy began to make an almost pitiful mewling sound from deep in
the back of her throat. I thought she was going to come right there
and I
hadn't even gotten to her clit yet. The scene reminded me so much of
the many
times I had done this to Lana that I almost began to weep.
Cindy's eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed two handfuls of
bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a
real
challenge for me to stay with her. Her breathing was ragged between
clenched
teeth as her first orally induced orgasm approached.
I was still working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them
into my mouth, pulling them away from her crotch, causing her to lift
her hips
off the bed to stay with me, working them with my tongue. Meanwhile, I
was
also using the index finger of my right hand to very gently caress the
outer
edges of her inner labia, very carefully avoiding her clit. Her own
juices
and my saliva had combined to make a real swamp out of her pussy. A
small
puddle was forming on the bed beneath her ass. I was wallowing in the
taste
and smell of feminine flesh, and her moans became a symphony of sexual
thirst.
She was squealing her pleasure now, her head moving from side to
side on the pillow. In between squeals she was mumbling about how good
it
felt and how close she was to coming.
Replacing my finger action with my tongue, I switched tactics and
began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner pussy
lips,
brushing her clitoral ridge, without touching the hypersensitive tip,
on each
pass. Occasionally, I would use the flat of my tongue to lick the
slick flesh
between those inner lips and the thicker outer lips, using my fingers
to
expose the area I was attacking with my mouth. She began to come, her
whole
body tensing into something like the rictus of death, then relaxing,
then
tensing again as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. As soon as
I felt
her start to come, I immediately began to flick the head of her very
erect,
very large clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue. Cindy
screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad the windows
were
closed or else the whole neighborhood would have been able to hear her.
My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off a little
and let her come down, still maintaining contact with my tongue and
lips, but
avoiding direct contact with her clit for the moment, noting that it
had
retracted back into its folds of skin, though the flesh was still firm
and
erect underneath its protective covering. Her body was still
undulating,
though not with the force of a few moments ago. Her hands were
caressing my
head, her fingers running through my hair. She apparently thought I
was done.
Boy was she ever wrong.
I looked up at her and discovered that she was looking down
at me from between her high, proud, breasts, a dreamy smile of sexual
satisfaction on her face.
"Wow, Jim. That was the most incredible thing I've ever
experienced."
"Well, I'm a little out of practice, but thank you anyway. Now
lay back and relax. I'm not done eating yet."
"Not done? I must have come six times already. You mean there's
more?"
"Lana wasn't kidding when she told you these sessions lasted a
long time. I am a man who really enjoys going down on a woman,
particularly a
woman who tastes as good as you."
Without waiting for a response, I began once again to massage her
outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time, I added something new.
Using
the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I probed the depths of
her
vagina, pressing upward, searching for what I knew would be there, and
finally finding it; the little knot of flesh buried beneath her
vaginal roof,
better known as the Grafenburg Spot. I was sure that she had never
been given
a g-spot orgasm before, and I meant to show her what that experience
was like.
I was also hoping that she shared a trait with my late wife, who had
been a
prolific female ejaculator. (NOTE: I am not trying to restart the
female
ejaculation thread, at least not in this group. If you want to argue
about it,
e-mail me instead.)
Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my fingertips,
pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my
tongue
to firmly, yet gently, caress the area along either side of her
clitoral
ridge, thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once.
"Oh, Jim ... that's good. What are you doing ... I've never felt
anything like this ... Oh yeah .... finger fuck me ... lick my clit
... make
me come ..." Cindy began moaning and mumbling snatches of words and
phrases
like these as I once again pushed her up the ladder towards orgasm.
Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as much of
her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to spend a little time at
her clit
and a little time probing the opening of her little piss hole right at
the top
of her vaginal opening. Within moments, it seemed, though it must have
been
about four minutes or so, she was at the edge of a mind shattering
g-spot
orgasm. I suddenly felt the inside of her pussy clamp down hard on my
fingers
just as her piss hole began to push itself inside out, opening wide and
spurting a jet of womanly fluid into my waiting mouth. I clamped my
mouth
over the opening and continued to work her g-spot, milking her of her
come,
not a drop of which escaped me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque
fluid
streamed past my lips. This was a taste I had missed, and once again I
nearly
wept at the memories it brought back. I drank greedily, like a hungry
newborn
at its mother's breast. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry,
I
slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and
licked
off the thick coating of her lubricant which had accumulated on them.
Giving
her pussy a last, lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from between her
legs to
lay beside her panting form on the bed. I placed my hand over her
pubic mound
and gently massaged the entire area.
"I take it that you have never had your g-spot probed?"
Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and a
comment," You can say that again. Jim, I've read about the g-spot, but
reading and experiencing are two different things. For just a moment I
thought I was pissing into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care.
I
didn't piss on you, did I?"
I laughed. "No, you didn't piss on me. You came. You
ejaculated, to use the clinical term. Not every woman can do that.
Lana
could, and I didn't know if you could or not. You can have a g-spot
orgasm
without shooting your come, but I was hoping you would be a shooter. I
just
can't get enough of that stuff."
She rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick the excess
pussy juices from my face, finishing with a long, deep kiss.
"Now it's your turn," she said, smiling mischievously.
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