BLONDE HAIR/NICE TITS/ GREAT ASS/HAIRY NUTSACK
. Yummy, we talked about the ''alternative'' purposes of this trip---namely that I should use the open nature of our relationship to seek a clone of you, which is the only kind of sex partner that could possibly ever satisfy me after knowing you. Honey, I have to admit that I have not been entirely happy with the one-sided nature of this sexual arrangement for some time. I am not blaming you for your numerous adventures and affairs you have been involved in, including the several one night stands and fuck buddies you have had when I was traveling or for whatever reason was unable to satisfy your sexual needs. I knew of your fantasies involving penises of extraordinary proportions, sex acts with multiple partners, your interracial sex desires...even your openness to lesbian encounters. Darling, I was very aware that you were a far more sophisticated sex partner than I could ever expect to completely satisfy with my limited sexual abilities and experience. Also, I have appreciated your honesty and openness about telling and showing me some of the videos (or parts of videos) that you have made with various partners---and I look forward to seeing the many thumb drives we will be sharing of your sexual activities.
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I admit that it is sometimes exciting and sometimes a little intimidating to edit the videos you have made with so many partners. I could not ask for a more exciting sex partner or satisfying partner in life. Yummy, I know I am a very lucky man to share whatever part of your life you may allow me to enjoy. So, when we discussed the possibility of my taking the opportunity on this trip to look for some kind of sexual adventure, I didn't think much about it. You have given me the best sex I ever experienced and shown me things I never dreamed of, and that's why I joked that I would try to find your clone---someone who thinks like you and has all your physical attributes. I didn't, for a minute, think I would find such a person, and I didn't. However, I think our discussion made m feel more open to the possibilities of exploring opportunities to interact with potential sex partners. Thus it was that last night in the airport I was killing time waiting for my flight, which was delayed by this awful weather up here, that Idid something I have never done before on one of my trips. I approached a woman in a lounge and flirted with her. I told her that I had noticed her incredibly beautiful long strawberry blonde hair. It is true that she had very shiny hair, but it is even more true that I had noticed her very substantial curvatous bottom which spilled over both sides of the cushion on the barstool she occupied. I approached her from the back and asked if she was waiting for someone before taking the stool beside her .I'm sure that you, sweetheart, realize my unwavering interest in the female fanny. I have always been an ass man and those two lovely pumpkins that adorn your bosom were just icing on the cake in our attraction for each other..( .though they are a damned nice pair of mounds! ) In any case, when she faced me I had a difficult time keeping my eyes on hers---she was blessed with a set of delectable coconuts that were struggling to escape a V-necked cashmere sweater. She had been drinking for some time before I arrived, but, she batted her long eyelashes at me when I offered to buy her a round of conversational lubricant. Not long after a second set of of Manhattans, she smiled and leaned closer to me, making it more convenient for me to appreciate the enticing cleavage between the V of her sweater. I was amazed at how much bigger and more succulent her breasts had become after only two glasses of watered-down airport liquor. Emboldened by her physical encouragement, I put my hand on her knee, and enjoyed the uplifting sensation that springs from nylons on female legs. She responded to my approach by running her hand up the outside of my pants leg and feigned surprise when she encountered a hard lump which she spent some time trying to determine its size and suitability. She encountered little ( ok, NO ) resistance from me. lol Cut to the chase---It turns out that her flight had been rescheduled for the next day and her airline had provided a room for the night for her. While we were talking, my airline announced that my flight would be delayed for a day. She and I looked at each other and almost simultsaying she hoped I was having a nice time and invited me to come back soon.''
meanwhile, Donna and I had to decide on where to spend the night.
"Would you like to---" Hell yes I would.Yes, she would, and yes we did. And it turned out to be one of the most unusual nights of my life...sexually.
The night began with our entry into the elevator. Donna unzipped my trousers and snaked her hand into my underwear. We closed the door to the elevator and punched seven. We were alone in the lift and as the door slid shut Donna Jayne, whose name reminded me of someone I couldn't quite remember...but, like her, was a native New Yorker. As I pondered the question Donna Jayne handed me the room key and immediately pressed her breasts into my chest and began fondling my crotch.
''I want to eat you alive,'' she whispered while she deftly unzipped my trousers and worked her hand into my Jockeys. My cock welcomed her intrusion in stony silence, but was obviously thinking hard about how to get even more attention. Just then the elevator bell rang and the doors separated to the seventh floor. Donna politely released my penis and pretended not to notice as I scrambled to zip up without pinching my exposed dick. I followed her up the hall to our room. On the short trip, I walked behind her, my eyes glued to her delicious buns, and admired her ample rump as it undulated in what would have been have been a very seductive manner...had I not decided that I would be interested in exploring her big beautiful cheeks hours ago, before we even spoke for the first time in the airport lounge.
Our luggage was soon arranged itself into separate piles and we stood facing each other for an awkward moment deciding who would make the first move.
Donna Jayne asked if I had any personal business to take care of before we ''got too involved.'' I thought about the videos I had received in an email from you ( that I had promised to edit and publish for you) just before I met Donna in the lounge earlier that evening. The part of the video clip that kept coming up in my mind was the one where you said you hoped I was ''having a nice time and asked me to ''hurry home.'' The visual message in that clip was even stronger. The video of you slurping the condom covered cock of some complete stranger. I read the message as, 'we have an open relationship relationship---I am enjoying it. You should too.'
You and I had been in an open relationship for several years and it had worked better for you than me---maybe 20 time better. You had shown me numerous snippets of your experiences with a dozen or so men. I was more titillated than jealous while watching you suck, fuck, rim and cock worship men of all ages. Frankly, I admired your extraordinary sexual skills and felt lucky to be enjoying them in my later stages of life. Our open relationship was lopsided, but so was our level of sexual abilities. You, Yummy, are a tiger. I am a lamb.
While these thoughts flashed through my mind, this stranger I had just met began undressing in front of me and backed up to me and said. ''Wanna unhook my bra for me?''
''No'' was not an option.
Unhooking her bra was a piece of cake, but ignoring the ass cheeks that she pressed against my hard member as I fiddled with her bra was a different story altogether. I'm sure Donna Jayne expected me to reach around and fondle her firm, orange-sized breasts. She winced when instead of cupping her exposed titties, I slid my hands down her back, reached under her skirt and grasped each of her voluptuous ass cheeks. My cock twitched noticeably.
it was probably the excitement of a new woman. She turned with knitted brow and scolded me. ''You ass men are all the same.''
I tightened my grip. She clinched her cheeks. We both smiled.
''You butt buddies skip over all the appetizers and go right for the main course.'' Her eyebrows were no longer knitted and there was a mischievous half smile on her face. She sat down on the edge of the king sized bed, looked up and motioned for me to come closer. I took one step toward her and she adroitly pulled my belt completely out of my pants with one motion and lay it on the bedspread. My pants were around my ankles almost instantly. The lady knew what she was doing!
''Ditch the whitie-tighties she ordered in a soft but clear voice.
Her wish was my command.
She pulled me closer to her. Her face was inches from my hard organ. It pointed strait at her mouth. She took the head of it into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around slowly while she ingulfed more and more of me.
Sweetheart, it was probably the excitement of the moment or the simple fact of a new partner that gave me the incredible charge that came very close to the feeling I get every time you do that routine where you tease my cock and go on to engulf my whole nut sack and send me strait to paradise. She didn't send me to paradise, but she didn't exactly turn my dick into a shrinking violet either. This woman knew how to suck a man's cock. I could definitely feel the suction! She wasn't working her way toward a mouth full of nuts, and she wasn't pumping her head back and forth hard enough to get a mouthful of cum either. She was priming the pump for a deeper experience. And my full nut sack was gearing up for a great ride.
She slowly disengaged her mouth from my now very eager cock, flicked a strand of strawberry blonde hair from her face, looked directly into my eyes and cooed, ''You enjoyed those slurping noises, didn't you?'' I nodded. ''But you were really thinking about the noises I would be making when you rammed your cock up my ass, weren't you?''
''How did you know that?''
'' You fanny men are all the same.''
you know what to do
I almost told her that her blow job was the second best one I ever had, but I didn't think that would help me pry her cheeks apart, so I tried to change the subject, ''Donna, I'd follow you anywhere.''
She gave me a mock glare, "You trying to change the subject?
I stammered for a second and she laughed. ''It didn't work, and besides---I like that subject.''
We laughed together and she confided, ''I happen to love it in the ass.''
My cock got even harder.
I stood beside the bed with my pants at my ankles. Donna reached back and grabbed my prick as she crawled onto the bedspread. I followed instantly. My attention was concentrated on the little puckered on the little puckered spot between her glorious cheeks. She reached back and spread a dollop of Anal Ease onto her asshole.
It was at that moment that I noticed the pair of hairy balls where her pussy should have been.
Donna Jayne looked back over her shoulder and said, ''C'mon, Max. You are a sixty year old man...you know what to do.''
I had lied about my age, but she had lied about her sex.
I was way older than sixty nine, but...frankly, I didn't know what to do. I have to admit that I had wondered from time to time while enjoying the pleasure of your sweet ass, baby...what would it feel like to fuck a male's ass. Except for the hanging ball basket, there isn't much difference in appearance between the two. In my head, I wasn't sure what to do. My cock knew exactly what to do. This was the age old battle for leadership between the male brain and the penis.
Baby doll, sweetheart---Donna's asshole wasn't two inches away from my cock. Resistance was impossible. It was a very unfair fight...puckered and lubricated anus vs. eager cum-filled cock.
Donna started meeting my thrusts with her own and her nut sack bounced against mine. For the first few clashes of nut sacks I was aware of how different the hard slapping of two ball baskets felt as opposed to the usual soft wet sensation of an excited pussy---but I got lost in the moment. There was an ecstasy in having my cock buried in a tight organ while my balls encountered the firm resistance of a pair of sexually energized nuts.
Baby, not to worry. Even tough I enjoyed the experience, I far prefer to feel your juicy cunt meeting my thrusts to that of a pair of hairy nuts!
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I admit that it is sometimes exciting and sometimes a little intimidating to edit the videos you have made with so many partners. I could not ask for a more exciting sex partner or satisfying partner in life. Yummy, I know I am a very lucky man to share whatever part of your life you may allow me to enjoy. So, when we discussed the possibility of my taking the opportunity on this trip to look for some kind of sexual adventure, I didn't think much about it. You have given me the best sex I ever experienced and shown me things I never dreamed of, and that's why I joked that I would try to find your clone---someone who thinks like you and has all your physical attributes. I didn't, for a minute, think I would find such a person, and I didn't. However, I think our discussion made m feel more open to the possibilities of exploring opportunities to interact with potential sex partners. Thus it was that last night in the airport I was killing time waiting for my flight, which was delayed by this awful weather up here, that Idid something I have never done before on one of my trips. I approached a woman in a lounge and flirted with her. I told her that I had noticed her incredibly beautiful long strawberry blonde hair. It is true that she had very shiny hair, but it is even more true that I had noticed her very substantial curvatous bottom which spilled over both sides of the cushion on the barstool she occupied. I approached her from the back and asked if she was waiting for someone before taking the stool beside her .I'm sure that you, sweetheart, realize my unwavering interest in the female fanny. I have always been an ass man and those two lovely pumpkins that adorn your bosom were just icing on the cake in our attraction for each other..( .though they are a damned nice pair of mounds! ) In any case, when she faced me I had a difficult time keeping my eyes on hers---she was blessed with a set of delectable coconuts that were struggling to escape a V-necked cashmere sweater. She had been drinking for some time before I arrived, but, she batted her long eyelashes at me when I offered to buy her a round of conversational lubricant. Not long after a second set of of Manhattans, she smiled and leaned closer to me, making it more convenient for me to appreciate the enticing cleavage between the V of her sweater. I was amazed at how much bigger and more succulent her breasts had become after only two glasses of watered-down airport liquor. Emboldened by her physical encouragement, I put my hand on her knee, and enjoyed the uplifting sensation that springs from nylons on female legs. She responded to my approach by running her hand up the outside of my pants leg and feigned surprise when she encountered a hard lump which she spent some time trying to determine its size and suitability. She encountered little ( ok, NO ) resistance from me. lol Cut to the chase---It turns out that her flight had been rescheduled for the next day and her airline had provided a room for the night for her. While we were talking, my airline announced that my flight would be delayed for a day. She and I looked at each other and almost simultsaying she hoped I was having a nice time and invited me to come back soon.''
meanwhile, Donna and I had to decide on where to spend the night.
"Would you like to---" Hell yes I would.Yes, she would, and yes we did. And it turned out to be one of the most unusual nights of my life...sexually.
The night began with our entry into the elevator. Donna unzipped my trousers and snaked her hand into my underwear. We closed the door to the elevator and punched seven. We were alone in the lift and as the door slid shut Donna Jayne, whose name reminded me of someone I couldn't quite remember...but, like her, was a native New Yorker. As I pondered the question Donna Jayne handed me the room key and immediately pressed her breasts into my chest and began fondling my crotch.
''I want to eat you alive,'' she whispered while she deftly unzipped my trousers and worked her hand into my Jockeys. My cock welcomed her intrusion in stony silence, but was obviously thinking hard about how to get even more attention. Just then the elevator bell rang and the doors separated to the seventh floor. Donna politely released my penis and pretended not to notice as I scrambled to zip up without pinching my exposed dick. I followed her up the hall to our room. On the short trip, I walked behind her, my eyes glued to her delicious buns, and admired her ample rump as it undulated in what would have been have been a very seductive manner...had I not decided that I would be interested in exploring her big beautiful cheeks hours ago, before we even spoke for the first time in the airport lounge.
Our luggage was soon arranged itself into separate piles and we stood facing each other for an awkward moment deciding who would make the first move.
Donna Jayne asked if I had any personal business to take care of before we ''got too involved.'' I thought about the videos I had received in an email from you ( that I had promised to edit and publish for you) just before I met Donna in the lounge earlier that evening. The part of the video clip that kept coming up in my mind was the one where you said you hoped I was ''having a nice time and asked me to ''hurry home.'' The visual message in that clip was even stronger. The video of you slurping the condom covered cock of some complete stranger. I read the message as, 'we have an open relationship relationship---I am enjoying it. You should too.'
You and I had been in an open relationship for several years and it had worked better for you than me---maybe 20 time better. You had shown me numerous snippets of your experiences with a dozen or so men. I was more titillated than jealous while watching you suck, fuck, rim and cock worship men of all ages. Frankly, I admired your extraordinary sexual skills and felt lucky to be enjoying them in my later stages of life. Our open relationship was lopsided, but so was our level of sexual abilities. You, Yummy, are a tiger. I am a lamb.
While these thoughts flashed through my mind, this stranger I had just met began undressing in front of me and backed up to me and said. ''Wanna unhook my bra for me?''
''No'' was not an option.
Unhooking her bra was a piece of cake, but ignoring the ass cheeks that she pressed against my hard member as I fiddled with her bra was a different story altogether. I'm sure Donna Jayne expected me to reach around and fondle her firm, orange-sized breasts. She winced when instead of cupping her exposed titties, I slid my hands down her back, reached under her skirt and grasped each of her voluptuous ass cheeks. My cock twitched noticeably.
it was probably the excitement of a new woman. She turned with knitted brow and scolded me. ''You ass men are all the same.''
I tightened my grip. She clinched her cheeks. We both smiled.
''You butt buddies skip over all the appetizers and go right for the main course.'' Her eyebrows were no longer knitted and there was a mischievous half smile on her face. She sat down on the edge of the king sized bed, looked up and motioned for me to come closer. I took one step toward her and she adroitly pulled my belt completely out of my pants with one motion and lay it on the bedspread. My pants were around my ankles almost instantly. The lady knew what she was doing!
''Ditch the whitie-tighties she ordered in a soft but clear voice.
Her wish was my command.
She pulled me closer to her. Her face was inches from my hard organ. It pointed strait at her mouth. She took the head of it into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around slowly while she ingulfed more and more of me.
Sweetheart, it was probably the excitement of the moment or the simple fact of a new partner that gave me the incredible charge that came very close to the feeling I get every time you do that routine where you tease my cock and go on to engulf my whole nut sack and send me strait to paradise. She didn't send me to paradise, but she didn't exactly turn my dick into a shrinking violet either. This woman knew how to suck a man's cock. I could definitely feel the suction! She wasn't working her way toward a mouth full of nuts, and she wasn't pumping her head back and forth hard enough to get a mouthful of cum either. She was priming the pump for a deeper experience. And my full nut sack was gearing up for a great ride.
She slowly disengaged her mouth from my now very eager cock, flicked a strand of strawberry blonde hair from her face, looked directly into my eyes and cooed, ''You enjoyed those slurping noises, didn't you?'' I nodded. ''But you were really thinking about the noises I would be making when you rammed your cock up my ass, weren't you?''
''How did you know that?''
'' You fanny men are all the same.''
you know what to do
I almost told her that her blow job was the second best one I ever had, but I didn't think that would help me pry her cheeks apart, so I tried to change the subject, ''Donna, I'd follow you anywhere.''
She gave me a mock glare, "You trying to change the subject?
I stammered for a second and she laughed. ''It didn't work, and besides---I like that subject.''
We laughed together and she confided, ''I happen to love it in the ass.''
My cock got even harder.
I stood beside the bed with my pants at my ankles. Donna reached back and grabbed my prick as she crawled onto the bedspread. I followed instantly. My attention was concentrated on the little puckered on the little puckered spot between her glorious cheeks. She reached back and spread a dollop of Anal Ease onto her asshole.
It was at that moment that I noticed the pair of hairy balls where her pussy should have been.
Donna Jayne looked back over her shoulder and said, ''C'mon, Max. You are a sixty year old man...you know what to do.''
I had lied about my age, but she had lied about her sex.
I was way older than sixty nine, but...frankly, I didn't know what to do. I have to admit that I had wondered from time to time while enjoying the pleasure of your sweet ass, baby...what would it feel like to fuck a male's ass. Except for the hanging ball basket, there isn't much difference in appearance between the two. In my head, I wasn't sure what to do. My cock knew exactly what to do. This was the age old battle for leadership between the male brain and the penis.
Baby doll, sweetheart---Donna's asshole wasn't two inches away from my cock. Resistance was impossible. It was a very unfair fight...puckered and lubricated anus vs. eager cum-filled cock.
Donna started meeting my thrusts with her own and her nut sack bounced against mine. For the first few clashes of nut sacks I was aware of how different the hard slapping of two ball baskets felt as opposed to the usual soft wet sensation of an excited pussy---but I got lost in the moment. There was an ecstasy in having my cock buried in a tight organ while my balls encountered the firm resistance of a pair of sexually energized nuts.
Baby, not to worry. Even tough I enjoyed the experience, I far prefer to feel your juicy cunt meeting my thrusts to that of a pair of hairy nuts!
5 years ago
