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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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The horniest night I ever had was with a woman with whom I used to have a relationship but which had fizzled out and we had jus become friends. She had recently moved house and I had helped her settle in and so she invited me round for dinner as a way of saying thank you.
After eating we were sitting in her living room, which was quite small - she on a sofa and me in an armchair facing her. She crossed her legs and her skirt rode up and I could see stocking top and she was wearing heels (She had great legs). Over the course of a few minutes she wriggled about a bit and more stock top started showing.
I can't remember exactly what I said but I did make some comment, at which point she uncrossed her legs, slid down slightly and splayed her knees so that the skirt rode up even further and I could see the black triangle of her knickers.
At this point I slid off my seat and knelt on the floor between her knees as she continued the spread her thighs even further. I could feel her body heat from the white thighs above the stocking tops and the gusset of her panties was starting the show a damp patch. We neither of us said anything, nor did we move very much - I was just savouring the moment and she was obviously enjoying teasing me, but slowly I got closer to her groin and she slid down further in the seat until her knickers were pulled up into her crease and the damp patch became bigger.
Eventually I buried my face in her wet panties before pulling them to one side and sinking my nose and tongue into her sopping cleft.
I slurped and snuffled away for several minutes, at the same time freeing my cock and wanking myself as I knelt between her thighs, at which point she gently pushed me onto my back on the floor, so I stripped off as she stood straddling me, hitching up her skirt and taking off her panties.
Then, still wearing the stockings and fuck-me heels and with her skirt bunched up around her wait, she squatted over me, pulled my cock into line with her pussy and sank down onto me, up to the balls and then proceeded to ride up and down, raising herself until my cockhead started appearing between her lips and in danger of slipping out, whereupon she impaled herself on it again, grinding down on me.
This continued for a while, until I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, at which point she stood up, then knelt down with her bum in the air, face and tits in the carpet and knees far apart and drawn up under her so that she was fully exposed and gaping. She reached behind with both hands and spread herself and even further and told me to fuck her hard and deep from behind.
I hardly need asking and buried myself as deeply in her as I could go. She was so hot and wet that she was squelching with each thrust and I couldn't control myself for long before pulling her hips back against me and pumping a hot stream deep inside her.
We collapsed onto our sides, spoon-like as I subsided and slipped out of her. She was soaked and the carpet had a big wet patch on it.
Eventually we sorted ourselves out and I went home. We had several more intense sessions after that, each time with her wanting to be taken deeply from behind, but enjoyable as these sessions were, there wasn't really anything other than the physical side and we gradually drifted apart.
This was almost 30 years ago now and nothing has matched the intensity of that night - her urgency and need to be fucked hard and deep from behind and before that the sight of her squatting on my cock and riding up and down, staring into my face as I watched my cock disappearing into and re-emerging from her sticky wetness under her total control. |
