Straight Female / 38
Finally Did It
My husband had taken our son to a tee-ball tournament for the long weekend. On Saturday morning I woke up and it was hot and humid. I drew a bath and shaved my area into a tight landing strip. Then I put on jean shorts, a tight polo crop top, and black leather ankle boots. I knew Juan would be at the park around 2 so I made my way there and stood on the sideline.
He dominated on the soccer pitch as usual, scoring two goals. Watching his tall, tight, shirtless, pierced and tatted body in action made my knees weak and my pussy wet. When the game was finished he came over and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. We discussed going out for drinks but he said he had to go home and “change first.”
Less than half an hour later we were at his place, a beautiful airy loft. I perched myself on one of the stools adjacent to his kitchen counter, waiting for his move. After emerging from the bathroom he wasted no time, kissing me. I pulled his shirt up over his head and off, and rubbed my hands all over his lean abs and chest. Using one hand to reach up my tight top and gently pinch my nipple, he used his other hand to undo my belt. With me still sitting on the stool, he lifted my legs up and pulled my shorts and panties off. As soon as his fingers penetrated me I squealed with delight. The bulge in his shorts was massive now, and when I pulled them down, his cock bounced out and slapped off his belly button. It was long, thick, and uncut. My hand barely grasped its circumference, and I licked my other hand and started to stroke him off.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here and now,” he said, taking control and lifting my legs up.
With my back against the counter and still perched on the stool, Juan entered me. I had never felt a cock so big, and it took a few moments for him to build his cadence. But once he did, I was in pure ecstasy. Completely filling me with each thrust, he worked his way from slow, languid strokes to hard, jackhammer fucking. I was moaning and screaming as he used one hand to work my clit and another to steady me on the stool. His height was perfect for this, and I started coming over and over again.My juices squirted out onto the stool cushion with each recoil of his giant cock.
When his groans started building, I knew he was close to coming. I bucked up hard into him, and with some final thrusts he pulled out of me. There was an audible pop as I came hard again, and my entire body started shaking. A long rope of come shot out of his cock and all over my shirt. I grabbed the head and started kneading it as he kept ejaculating. I absentmindedly began rubbing his hot essence all over my stomach as he shouted out “Fuck!” three times in rapid succession.
My whole body felt the orgasm, and I tingled all over. He started laughing and engaged me in a deep kiss. Our months of flirting and sexual tension had culminated in this quick, five-minute fuck, and I was exhilarated.
We gathered ourselves and tried to decide what to do next, but my black top had his semen all over it. Laughing at the situation he offered to put it in his washing machine. I borrowed one of his soccer jerseys to wear while it washed, and sat on the couch and smoked a joint. It wasn’t long before we were going at it again.
In all, we fucked four times that day.
He dominated on the soccer pitch as usual, scoring two goals. Watching his tall, tight, shirtless, pierced and tatted body in action made my knees weak and my pussy wet. When the game was finished he came over and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. We discussed going out for drinks but he said he had to go home and “change first.”
Less than half an hour later we were at his place, a beautiful airy loft. I perched myself on one of the stools adjacent to his kitchen counter, waiting for his move. After emerging from the bathroom he wasted no time, kissing me. I pulled his shirt up over his head and off, and rubbed my hands all over his lean abs and chest. Using one hand to reach up my tight top and gently pinch my nipple, he used his other hand to undo my belt. With me still sitting on the stool, he lifted my legs up and pulled my shorts and panties off. As soon as his fingers penetrated me I squealed with delight. The bulge in his shorts was massive now, and when I pulled them down, his cock bounced out and slapped off his belly button. It was long, thick, and uncut. My hand barely grasped its circumference, and I licked my other hand and started to stroke him off.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here and now,” he said, taking control and lifting my legs up.
With my back against the counter and still perched on the stool, Juan entered me. I had never felt a cock so big, and it took a few moments for him to build his cadence. But once he did, I was in pure ecstasy. Completely filling me with each thrust, he worked his way from slow, languid strokes to hard, jackhammer fucking. I was moaning and screaming as he used one hand to work my clit and another to steady me on the stool. His height was perfect for this, and I started coming over and over again.My juices squirted out onto the stool cushion with each recoil of his giant cock.
When his groans started building, I knew he was close to coming. I bucked up hard into him, and with some final thrusts he pulled out of me. There was an audible pop as I came hard again, and my entire body started shaking. A long rope of come shot out of his cock and all over my shirt. I grabbed the head and started kneading it as he kept ejaculating. I absentmindedly began rubbing his hot essence all over my stomach as he shouted out “Fuck!” three times in rapid succession.
My whole body felt the orgasm, and I tingled all over. He started laughing and engaged me in a deep kiss. Our months of flirting and sexual tension had culminated in this quick, five-minute fuck, and I was exhilarated.
We gathered ourselves and tried to decide what to do next, but my black top had his semen all over it. Laughing at the situation he offered to put it in his washing machine. I borrowed one of his soccer jerseys to wear while it washed, and sat on the couch and smoked a joint. It wasn’t long before we were going at it again.
In all, we fucked four times that day.
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