It’s been a while since I shared my fantasy world with you but I was on contract to write erotica professionally, so hey everyone, having a dirty mind can actually be quite lucrative! Anyway, without further adieu, here is another installment of your favorite masturbation material on the internet.
I’d invited an old friend over for drinks one night a few weeks ago. I must admit, he is a little older than me, but he’s always been a bit of a fitness nut, so where most men have let themselves go at his age, his body is rippled and hard in all the right spots. To be completely honest, we’ve been friends since we were young and I coached him through a pretty rough divorce from the mother of his two children about six years ago.
He’s sort of been like a brother to me, apart from my “incestuous” late night masturbation sessions about him over the years, we’ve always just sort of fallen together for support when our lives turned rough. Over the past 20 years, if something was going bad with either of us, it was guaranteed there’d be phone calls exchanged, text sessions, meetings for coffee and even skype sessions filled with tears or anger. I’d been accused of being in love with him a lot when we were younger, before we each embarked on our own relationships. Of course, we spent days practically glued to one another, we exchanged secrets, held hands, hugged and when things went good, could hardly wait to talk to one another. No one could understand how two virile young people weren’t formally dating or even fucking.
Anyway, since my latest relationship went down quicker than the titanic, I’d been craving a little male company and although, as we got older we’d stopped being so touchy-feely with one another so as not to confuse people (our spouses especially), I was really desperate for some quality cuddle time. I worked up the courage to invite him over. You see, despite his divorce, we’d vowed to stay away from one another because of the rebound phenomenon and he didn’t want to confuse his daughters who he was working hard to raise. I have been waiting for six years for his “rebound phase” to come to an end but bless his heart, he dedicated his life to his kids and stayed away from dating. I figured, after six long years, surely a “rebound” was not possible for him because of his seeming lack of interest in another relationship. Regardless, I was nervous to see him again, my secret masturbation fantasies had never really gone away.
He arrived straight from work, his girls staying over at their mother’s for the weekend, he smiled brightly as I opened the door brandishing an array of wines in a small wooden crate, “Hi, honey, I’m home!” he joked. I laughed at him and tilted my head to the crate, “Well, well, well, what wicked plans have you?” He replied, “You and I are adults. Adults get to share wine by the bottle, besides, you and I have not done a Wino night since we were, what? In our 30s?” I laughed and gestured for him to come in, saying, “You mean YOU were in your 30s? Ahem, I believe I was still in my 20s…six years apart remember?” He clanked the crate on the floor, stood up, wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me close and pecked me on the cheek. “You’re still looking good for an old broad though.” It was obvious that our touchy-feely was back in vogue. I mock pushed him and then wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, “I missed you.” I definitely was not fantasizing the brief slide down my back and lightly over my butt that his hand did. I could feel my breath catch and certain intimate muscles tighten.
We settled into a calmer, more platonic mode, catching up on the weeks goings-on, sharing some snacks and sipping our wine in my livingroom. Halfway through the evening, after a few glasses of wine, a lot of laughter and just a few suspicious staring sessions, I was really starting to feel loose and brave. I asked him about his dating status, whether he’d “cured” the rebound curse yet by sleeping with someone. He tossed his head back and laughed, “I don’t think it’s a curse! Besides, I’m an adult, a mature fully grown and knowledgeable male specimen. I don’t believe in the rebound effect, it’s an urban myth.” I smiled at him, “Really,” I teased, “So, how many, how often and when was your last one?” He laughed again, “No, no, seriously, I think I’m way more mature than that, besides, I’m not looking for another relationship, I’ve got all the love I need at home with my girls.” I smiled admiringly back at him, “You’re a special one then.” He tilted his glass at me and gulped it back.
After at least two bottles of wine, my emotions started to come forth. I started talking freely about how I needed to be held, so he sat back into the couch, opened up his arms and invited me in. I snuggled under his strong muscled arm and placed my hand against his rock hard chest. I closed my eyes and could hear his heart beating. It was like when we were kids all over again, except, this time we were both pretty drunk. He started to absently play with my hair. “How long has it been since you broke up with Brian?” I sighed, “Over a year now. I tell you, sometimes I just crave human contact. It’s like an addiction…” He started running his hand up and down my arm, “I know what you mean, sometimes I get that too, like I just want to go into the street and have wild sex with the next woman that appears to me.” I laughed and softly slapped his chest, “I’m only a year in, you’re SIX YEARS! You’re practically a priest now! How do you do it?” He started rubbing his hand vigorously up and down my arm. I roared with laughter, burying my face into his chest. He wrapped his arm tightly around me, holding me against him. We were both still laughing when his hand slipped down again and rested on my hip. I looked up at his face and I felt his hand tighten on my hip, giving just the edge of my ass a squeeze.
We held each other’s gaze. He shifted his weight, opening his legs just slightly. I could feel myself getting rapidly turned on. My nipples were hardening beneath my blouse. His hand tightened again, his fingers digging in then sliding toward my ass. I moved my leg up on his to give him better reach. His breathing quickened. I didn’t say anything for fear of snapping him out of this. I let my hand slide from his chest to his abs, just above his belt, he raised his hips to meet my touch. His hand was now mounding my ass cheek and my pussy was getting moist with each massage. My skin was hot and I wanted nothing more than to just strip the clothing from my body but part of me was still afraid to scare him off, after all, we’d never really done anything remotely like this.
His other hand found it’s way from the armrest to my chest. His touch was tentative at first, like a child touching his first boob, he sort of cupped it then dropped it. I smiled coyly at him and a smile spread across his face. I felt his hand come back and give my ample clothed breast a firm squeeze. I pushed my chest into his hand and that was when he moved to kiss me. I practically attacked his mouth with mine, I was so hungry for that kiss. As soon as our tongues met, I could feel my pussy start to quiver with anticipation of what was inevitably coming. My hand slid over his belt and down to his now rock hard cock straining against the front of his pants. He began to grind his cock up into my hand, moaning into my mouth.
His cock felt so enormous beneath his jeans my pussy was literally aching with lust. I grabbed and squeezed it through his pants as he moaned and closed his eyes. “Mmmmm, fuck…” he whispered.
My pussy was quickly soaking my panties and my skin was so hot I wanted to tear my clothing from my body. I hiked my shirt up and on cue, he shifted and pulled it up over my head. His lips were on the bare skin of my shoulder in a second, gently kissing and tonguing my heat.
He pushed me back onto the couch and my skirt bunched up around my waist exposing my soaking panties. I lifted one leg and rested it on the back of the couch, opening myself up wide to him.
He paused and stared down between my legs almost lost in awe for a moment before he reached and ran his fingers upwards along my covered slit.
I threw my head back and moaned, hands reaching out to pull him to me. He resisted, quickly stood and pulled off his jeans and underwear in one fell swoop.
The tip of his gorgeous rock hard cock was glistening and I reached up to touch it but he quickly pulled away and reached down to rip my panties to the side, sliding a finger deep into my hot slit.
I was caught of guard again and threw my head back in surprise crying out. God he was good at this. My hips bucked upward as he drove his finger madly in and out of me, adding another and another finger until my tightness couldn’t take any more.
He reached up with his other hand and began squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipples between his fingers and driving me completely wild.
I was reaching desperately for his cock, but he was purposely keeping it from me. I could see it bobbing, thick and rock hard as his pre cum dropped from the end.
When I thought I couldn’t take it any more he suddenly pulled his fingers from me, straddled me and pulling my underwear to the side, plunged his thick cock in with such force it knocked the breath from my lungs in a loud cry!
He seemed to love my reaction because he paused inside me as deep as he could, squeezing his butt forward pushing every possible inch into me. I was in heaven!
His cock was thicker than any I’d had before, it filled me so much I could feel my vaginal walls stretching around to accommodate it. I was able to catch my breath and I opened my eyes to look up at him. He was smiling down at me devilishly.
“I’ve wanted to feel this pussy for so fucking long.” He grinned. I was still so lost in the shock of his penetration that I simply moaned breathlessly, “Uhhhh, mmmm, fuck yes, fuck me!”
He didn’t need more than that, he promptly started pumping me, whispering how good I felt on his cock, how pretty I was and how he’d wanted to fuck me for all those years.
I let him rock in and out of me, thrusting deep into me as I struggled to keep up with his rythym. “Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” Was all I could manage as he fucked me relentlessly.
I could feel my orgasm rising, I panted loudly, my pussy became hotter than I’d ever felt it, all of my muscles began to tighten and I started to gasp as an unimaginable wave of ecstasy began to wash over my body. I could feel my love canal start to rhythmically squeeze his thick member buried deep inside of me. My mind felt like it was exploding and I had this sensation of floating as I thrust my head back and forth crying out in shrieks.
“Ohhh yesssss! Oh baby, cum! Ahhhh, cum on my hard cock! Oh shit, so fucking tight!” He practically shouted as I squeezed and massaged his cock with each wave of my thundering climax.
He didn’t wait for me to finish, he was too turned on by witnessing my mindblowing orgasm. He pumped me hard and fast as my pussy tried to hold him inside.
He was grunting audibly now, his face full red as he moaned and groaned barely audible words, “Fuck…so good…love it…need you…so long…ahhhhh…CUMMMMM!!!!”
I could feel his cock start to twitch and pulse as he drove its full length deep into me burying it to the balls. He held me tight, flooding my pussy so full I could feel it spilling down and across my tight little asshole.
I moaned my appreciation, “Yessss! Oh babe, oh yesss, give me your cum, mmmm, I love it, fill my pussy!”
He collapsed on top of me muttering in my ear how he’d always loved me, always wanted me, he’d always thought I was so sexy and how it’s been so long for him.
He was totally expended and I held him, softly kissing his head as his cock began to soften up inside me. This was the most mind blowing fuck I’d had in my entire life and I thought to myself,
“I could’ve been having this for the past 20 years!!! I’ll be damned if I let him get away!”